"Ron." Hermione said in a soft quiet voice. She was so gentle that it made Ron feel sleeply. The ghost conclusion vanished.
"What is it?" Ron asked curiosy looking up at Hermione, whom was sitting on the side of his bed still stroking his forehead.
Ron felt heaven desending down apon him. Hermione was sitting with him. They were only an inch or two away. Her hand was one his head. This was the best. They were connected.
"I want to talk to you." Hermione said blushing.
"What do you want to talk about?" Ron said as his mind went blank. He tried to catch Hernione's eyes, but they were looking away from him.
"It's nothing really." Hermione said in a squeky voice, "We just havn't been alone for a long time and I wanted to be updated with the things you think."
Ron sat up and sighed.
"Everything is wonderful." He said in a false happy voice.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked detecting the false tone.
"Of course." Ron said hastly, "I have my best friend's care and loyaty. What else could I ask for?"
Hermione bit her lip and looked Ron in the eyes.
"You seem so certain." She said.
"I guess I am not a very greedy guy." Ron said lightly.
"But I am." She said with disapointment in her voice.
Ron wanted to react by saying somthing very clever, but he didn't have anything clever to say. He didn't quite understand the meaning.
"You want money?" Ron asked as he mentally kicked himself for saying something that stupid.
Hermione looked a bit confused at first, but recovered quickly.
"I mean in school." She said with a scratchy voice.
The table lamp was turned off and the night grew darker. Hermione's face could not be made out, only shadows were visible.
"Hemione?" Ron asked looking for her in the dark.
"Yes?" She said in an unsteady voice.
Ron reached out his hand and felt Hermione's face. He place his hand along her jaw line.
"You are the most thoughful friend in this world." Ron said trying to puck up his courage to tell her his secret.
Hermione nodded and kept quiet
"Sometimes I believe your more than just a friend." Ron began, he knew he could do it.
He reached over and turned on the table lamp with his other hand. The light blinded him for a second and the blurry image of reality came to his eyes. Hermione had silent tears running down her cheeks.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked with concern lifting his other hand to her other cheek.
Hermione shook her head.
"I don't want to see you cry." Ron said, "I don't want to see you cry ever again, you understand!"
Hermione nodded.
That moment, Ron relised how pretty Hermione actually was. She looked like a stray puppy looking for her owner. Her tears rolled down her rosy cheek and landed on the collar of her night gown. Even with red eyes, Hermione was still the most beautifullest person he had ever meet. That feeling inside of him burned like hell. He couldn't fight the temptation anymore. Ron leaned over and kissed the tear that began too roll down her cheek. The tear tasted salty and sweet all at the same time. Hermione smelled of strawberries and kiwi.
"I am more than just your friend." Hermione spoke, Ron looked up at her hoping she understood what he meant when he said that, "because I am your best friend...forever more."
She was still crying, but she did not look lost anymore. Ron's hands slipped back on to the bed and the lights went out. The light went out almost like his heart. Hermione had turned it off and left him in the dark....
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