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I woke up the next morning comfortable and oddly warm. Blinking open my eyes, I realized the excuse of the warmth I felt. I was still cuddled up to Ron. I smiled, trying to snuggle closer to him. I breathed in his masculine scent as he shifted, tightening his grip on me.

My blissful thoughts were rattled by shouts from downstairs.

"EVELYN! YOU JUST CALM DOWN! RON WILL BE WITH YOU IN A MOMENT!"

"I DON'T CARE IF THE PRAT IS SLEEPING! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET ME AN HOUR AGO!"

I sat up quickly, recognizing the voices as Mrs. Weasley and none other than Evelyn. Ron jerked awake, his eyes open wide as he fought with the blankets, trying to get out of the bed. I stayed still as he untangled himself and left the room, the door making a hollow sound as it closed.

I felt oddly empty as I stared at the door. I swung out of bed, running my hands through my unkempt hair as I searched for my overnight bag. I grabbed it, pulling clothes from it before letting the bag drop back to the floor. I stripped of my pajamas, replacing them by the clothes.

I put my hair up, all the while blinking back the tears of rejection. My hands trembled slightly as I placed my brush back on the dresser top. Breathing deeply, I walked from the room, hoping that I would remain calm once I ran into the couple.

The stairs creaked as I made my way down them, slowly walking towards the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley was heatedly pointing her wands at items, making them fly through the air to perform the tasks she wanted them to do. She was muttering something about "not right for him" under her breath as she conjured up water for washing in the sink.

Ron and Evelyn stood in the corner, having a heated discussion. I kept my gaze from them although their raised whispering was not escaped from my ears.

"I'm sorry that I didn't meet you, I was sleeping!"

"Ronald Weasley! I would think that you would have something such as an alarm so that you would be able to meet your fianc." Evelyn fumed.

I was tempted to go over and slap the wench but I refrained from such behavior and instead went outside, hoping to find some solace.

Solace is a very hard thing to find at The Burrow. Actually, I think it might be impossible. Instead of solace, I found peace by sitting next to a large tree, watching a bunch of gnomes giggling madly in the bushes.

I leaned my head against the trunk, closing my eyes and wishing that I could find a solution to this ongoing problem.

There's only one thing to do, I thought, tomorrow I'll leave and won't come back until Ron is safely married.

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That night I packed all of my belongings except for clothes for the next day and placed it on the dresser top. The Weasley household was silent, all of them most likely asleep.

I closed the curtains and got into bed, staring through the dark in the direction of the ceiling. I tensed when I heard my door open and light filtered through into the small room.

I sat up slightly, looking towards the door. The unmistakable figure of Ron slipped in, shutting the door behind him. He walked over to the bed, sitting on it.

"Ron?" I reached over and lit a bedside candle. His handsome face was illuminated from the dancing flame.

"'Mione...I'm sorry about this morning." He looked like a little kid again, as though he had been caught doing something god awful.

I knew I should have been angry, but this was Ron. The prat had always been kind of dense, it really wasn't his fault. I reached forward, stroking his cheek with my hand.

"It's okay Ron. It was just..." I trailed off. I couldn't make myself say 'it was just two friends having a innocent sleep'. It had been innocent, but the feelings I had felt were not things that two friends would have felt. I looked at him, searching for words.

My breath caught in my throat as he moved closer to me. He pressed his lips against mine in such a sweet way that all thoughts of how wrong it was left me. I arms moved up to link around his neck as the kiss deepened.

We shifted until we both were in a laying position. The last thought that I had consciously was how perfect it was. That this was my Ron and I was finally with him.

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The first thing I thought the next morning was, where are my clothes? I looked around, slightly groggy, at the room around me. I froze, a feeling of dread washing through me as my gaze ended up on the handsome sleeping face of Ron.

I tried to untangle his arms from around me, hoping that I wouldn't wake him. Luck was not with me. He opened his eyes, bright blue connecting with my own. My breath caught and I trembled slightly as he reached up, giving me a sweet peck.

"RONNIE!!!"

I don't know who moved faster, me or him. I rolled off the bed onto the floor. Grabbing my discarded pants from the day before, I pulled them on, throwing my pajama top on. He was already dressed in his bottoms and out the door when I stood.

Looking at the door, I started to sob. My chest hurt as each sob grew to a greater height. I changed from the clothes I had hastily thrown on and grabbed the ones I had set out. I grasped my bag and with a pop, apparated from the room.

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