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"Mum! Mum!! She's here mum!" Ginny called out.
I stood next to her, trying to catch her eye so I could try to shoot her down with glaring daggers. It didn't work. Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen and swallowed me into one of her famous hugs.
"My, my Hermione! You sure have grown!" She held me at an arm's length while inspecting me.
I blushed slightly. "Thanks Mrs. Weasley."
She smiled with the air of a nurturing mother. "Well dear, the boys are at work right now, expect they'll be back within the hour. I'll set you up in a room. There's an extra right next to Ron's...that'll be best I suppose. I would put you in with Ginny but she's given me a crack about being married so she's in with Harry." Mrs. Weasley laughed. "And the older boys...well they might not want a young witch like yourself in the midsts of their rooms!"
I let out a small smile, trying to pretend I wasn't horrified to be sleeping next to Ron's bedroom. It wasn't if I was sleeping with him, there was a wall separating us.
"Ginny, dear? Could you please set the table while I go up with Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley asked kindly before directing me to the staircase.
"So, dear, I've heard rumors that you're scedualed to start teaching Arithmancy after the summer at Hogwarts?" a twinkle shone within the woman's eye.
I yet again blushed. "Yes, I am."
Mrs. Weasley opened the door to a bedroom. "Here you are dear. Come down to supper when you're ready."
I smiled again before closing the door behind me, flopping down on the bed and burying my face in the pillow.
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Thirty minutes later I bounded down the stairs, having made a resolution to forget that Ron even existed. That resolution was short lived however. When I reached the kitchen, I stopped dead in my tracks as my eyes stared at the man himself. Of course it was his backside...not the backside, just his back.Ginny turned around from getting cutlery out of the drawer. When her eyes met mine, she shrieked, the silver ware making a quick dash from her hands to the floor. Ron turned quickly, obviously looking for the cause of the trouble. His eyes locked with mine, and I suddenly found myself being lost in those blue eyes. The ones that always seemed to captivate me.
As Ron made a motion to speak, Harry walked in, obviously hearing the commotion. When his gaze landed upon mine, a grin broke out on his face. He hurried over and scooped me up in a hug.
"Hey Herms! Haven't seen you in a while" he smirked and placed me back onto the floor.
I laughed, "And neither have you. You've changed I see, and have gotten married at that!"
Ginny came over and put a hand on his shoulder. you come into the living room for a sec? I need to...er...show you something." As if speaking in code, Harry nodded and looked back to me.
"It's great to see you but my wife needs something" He grinned devishly and following his small, red-headed woman from the kitchen.
Which left me in an awful predicament. There stood Ronald Weasley, the great love of my life. Unfortunately, the dimwit hadn't ever realized that I was in fact, in love with him. Mainly because he's slightly dense when it comes to matters of the heart.
He shifted slightly, seemingly uncomfortable. "Hermione." It was spoken simply. Even so, shivers were sent down my spine.
"Hello Ron" my tone was slightly cold as I pushed past him, pretending to be interested in looking out the window.
"'Mione..." Ron trailed off as he walked closer, using his fingers to brush a stray strand of my hair behind my ear.
I drew in a sharp breath, the touch of his fingers tingling still on my skin. I glanced up once again into his blue eyes, searching for something I knew wasn't there.
"Ronnie!!" I jerked out of my reverie and took a startled step back. I could see Ron close his eyes briefly, as though in pain before slowly turning around. My eyes followed where his gaze had obviously gone.
I felt a puzzled expression come over my face. The woman standing in front of me was not recognizable. She looked as if she were one of those Muggle Barbies. She had a remarkably clear complexion, glossy, blond hair and this thin, curvy body. I noted in disgust the extremely tight blue dress she was wearing, complete with a deep groove that showed off a bit too much cleavage.
She, in return, gave me a cold glare. "Ronnie, who is this?" it was as if she were referring to a piece of dirt.
I shot daggers at the little ice queen while Ron groped for his voice. "Uh...this is Hermione Granger, a friend from school."
When the words left his mouth, a coldness entered the place where my heart should have been. The heart that this very 'man' had torn out and ripped apart five years ago, and maybe even before then.
"Hermione, this is Evelyn Parker" He introduced us. The woman, Evelyn, latched onto Ron's arms and made a sickly looking pout at him before looking back at me with an air of superiority.
"Soon to be Evelyn Weasley."
Ron's eyes flitted to mine. I thought for an instant they held pain, but I must have been imagining it for all the turmoil I was going through at that moment. "He..." I looked at Ron, "you...proposed?" I choked it out, past the lump that was forming in my throat.
"Of course Hermione!" Evelyn gave a fake little laugh. "I'm the love of his life. Of course...the proposal was over a year ago. He gets cold feet whenever I tell him we have to think of the date." She giggled as if this was a funny joke.
I didn't think it was a joke of any kind. This was Ron, my Ron, and he was attached to that...thing. Even if I tried, I couldn't have stayed in that room. I fought back the tears that had formed and turned quickly, not allowing them to see the liquid that had seeped onto my cheek before dashing back to my room.
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"Hermione?""Go away." I rolled over and pretended not to hear the door open or shut.
"Tough luck Herms, I'm not going away that easy." Ginny came over and perched on the end of my bed.
I sat up, averting her eyes, knowing that my own were red from the tears I had spent. "What do you want?"
"Well, it seems that you encountered my precious brother's fiancé down in the kitchen just now." Ginny's voice was dripping with sarcasm. I looked at her, catching the look of utter disgust, which filled her face.
"Why, why, didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me he was marrying that thing downstairs? I can't stand seeing her Ginny, she's not right for him." I wiped away another tear with annoyance.
Ginny looked slightly uncomfortable. "Well...because if you came here, you could, you know, stop it."
I was shocked beyond reason. "STOP IT??? STOP THAT HORRID WENCH FROM MARRYING RON??? HOW DO YOU PROPOSE I STOP THAT?"
"Calm down Hermione!" Ginny scowled, probably hoping no one had heard me yell. "Listen, the only person who can put a stop to this wedding is you. You're the only one who loves him. Oh, maybe that wench does have some love for my brother deep inside, but I highly doubt it. And he loves you. He loves you more than a friend, more than he would ever want to admit."
I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, willing the tears to leave. "I can't deliberately separate them Ginny, I don't want to have Ron by force. If he really does love me, as you say he does, which" I glared at my friend, "I personally think is a crackpot idea, he'll choose me, over her. There's nothing more I can do."
Ginny sighed, although she seemed content with that. "Alright then. I'll leave you to sleep. See you tomorrow okay?" She smiled and uncurled herself from the end of the bed, letting herself out quietly from the bedroom.
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