Disclaimer-Not mine, J.K Rowling's.


Ending

"Ron what are you doing?" Fred asked as he stared at the small cupboard.

"I'm hiding."

"And how long do you expect to be hiding for?" George asked whilst stifling a laugh.

"As long as I possibly can."

"I don't think that'll be very long." Fred said, more to George than to Ron.

The cupboard was small and as the twins imagined, Ron was sat as upright as he possibly could be with his legs pulled up as close to his body as he could in such a small space, and even then the door wouldn't fully close.

"Why are you hiding?" Ginny asked from behind her older brothers.

"Because you have put some sort of hex on Hermione and I don't want you to do the same to me!"

"No we haven't. Why do you think we would hex Hermione?" Ginny asked sincerely, but quickly. She knew if either of her brothers opened their mouths Ron would knew they were hiding something, even though they were masters at lying.

"Cause she's saying stupid things like she loves me. I know Hermione really well. She's anything but stupid."

"Why is it stupid to love you? I love you..am I stupid?" Ginny asked sweetly.

"You have to love me. You're my sister. Relations don't count."

"Well Hermione knows you as well as I do, if not better. Maybe she sees some of the good things I see."

"I doubt that. Not unless you put her under some spell."

"We didn't hex Hermione, okay? And she does love you even if you don't believe it. What does she have to do to prove it to you?" Ginny asked as it finally occured to her how stupid her brother really could be.

Time rolled by while Ron thought. What would make him believe that Hermione really loved him. If they stopped fighting? Nah, he loved fighting with her. It made him feel alive and he loved her more every time she expressed her opinion. Life would be so dull if she never told him what she thought. The only thing that game to mind was a kiss. He remembered overhearing Hermione sing a song about it. Maybe that was the only way. He wasn't about to say that to his sister though.

"You really haven't hexed her?"

"How many times do I have to tell you? NO!"

"Ok, I think I need to go talk to her."

Down in the kitchen Hermione sat at the table, staring over her hot chocolate. The sweet smell filled her nose but her mouth tasted of salt as tears trickled down her face. She'd finally said how she felt and it meant nothing. It had repulsed him to the point of him running away.

"He hates me."

"Who hates you?" Ron asked as he sat down beside her.

Hermione didn't reply. She simply turned her head so he wouldn't be able to see her tear-stained face.

"Hermione. Hermione, look at me." He reached up and tilted her head towards him. He softly rubbed his thumbs across her cheeks removing the tears that had finally stopped.

Her eyes met his. They were filled with hope and longing and even though her hair was a mess and her face red and blotchy, she still looked beautiful to him. Everything seemed perfect at that one particular moment. The pain and fear melted away.

And then it happened. A kiss that made the entire world disappear. Nothing else could ever compare to it. It was simple but perfect in every way. And somewhere deep inside they both felt complete as happiness swept through them.

Hermione sighed as they broke away. It was better than anything she ever could imagine.

"That was nice." She murmurred.

"Yes it was, but perhaps a little bit more practice..."

"We really need to teach him some lines.."

"Yeah, how about the one about you know...yeh you know..." Fred said with a wink to his brother.

"Will you guys leave him alone? It was cute...and I don't want another one of you!"

Fred and George exchanged glances...she really was going to regret that.

"We're going to teach you to love us...and Harry!" They said with their trademark smiles.


Thanks for reading. I did want to make it better but didn't have time (I do know that Hermione's middle name isn't what I wrote but I needed to give her an A middle name).