See Chap 1 for disclaimer

Revelations

"Why am I alive?" Hermione whispered.

"Better question, why did you try to kill yourself?" Ron whispered sternly

"Oh, you read my letter. I didn't plan out this part. Well, I wasn't supposed to survive. If you're embarrassed or uncomfortable, I can erase your memory and we can pretend like I was attacked. I don't want to lose you as a friend.. That's why I didn't say anything before this."

"How do you think I feel?" Ron yelled. "I nearly lost YOU! How would you like to go down to the Common Room and see me lying in my own blood?! I have been sitting here all week waiting, hoping, that you would open you're eyes and come back to me."

"Why Ron? Why do you care? I'm nobody; a bushy-haired, overweight suck up who doesn't deserve her friends."

"That's where your wrong. You are the light of my life. You are the most beautiful, smartest, and wonderful girl I have ever met. It is I who don't deserve you."

"Ron, do you mean it?"

"What do you think?" and he leaned in for the kiss.

"I want to get out of here." Hermione said. "I want to be in my own room."

"Madame Pomfrey? Madame Pomfrey?" Ron yelled.

"What is it boy? Oh! Hermione! You're awake! How do you feel?"

"Well rested. Can I go back to my own room; I'd like to lie in my own bed."

After a through examination and several puppy-dog pouts from the teens, Madame Pomfrey conceded that she could be moved, but didn't recommend that she walk.

"Well, I'll just have to carry you then, won't I?" Ron said with a smirk.

"Ron, I am WAY too heavy for you to carry me; plus, how are you supposed to get up the girl's stairs?"

"I'll take the first remark as an insult to my strength, because you certainly shouldn't imply that you are fat. And I have a way around the stair problem."

"What talk in a squeaky voice?" scoffed Hermione.

"No this...Accio Cleansweep!" and soon his broom came flying through the corridor. He straddled it, took Hermione in his arms and flew out the window.

Hermione was sure she was dreaming. There she was, cradled in the love of her life's arms, flying through the air. It was some sort of miracle. It was such a turn around from the events that lead to her "incident". A week ago, she couldn't even fathom happiness. It was dusk and the sun was setting. The giant squid lazily circled the lake. Students talked below, completely oblivious to the fairy tale happening above them. It was a exceptionally beautiful day. But Hermione didn't notice any of this. All she saw was Ron. His red hair being swept by the light breeze; his blue eyes turning sea green every time her glanced at her; his pale, freckled arms tight around her waist. He was all the scenery she needed.

Ron flew through the open window into Hermione's dormitory. The room was empty, as the other girls were probably in the library or the Common Room. Very carefully, Ron laid the love of his life on the bed.

"'Mione, we need to talk. What are we now?" Ron sat next to her and took her hand.

"Well, I mean if you want to...that is I would like to be...I want to be a couple"

Ron let out a sigh of relief. He thought that she might regret their earlier conversation. As if she read his mind, she smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"I...I would like that too. Do you want to tell everyone? Or keep it a secret?"

"Hell no! I want to shout to the world that Ronald Weasley is MINE!!! But we should tell Harry and Ginny first."

"I completely agree. But do you want everyone to know about..." he glanced meaningfully at her wrists and neck, where scars remained from her act of depression.

"We have to tell Harry and Ginny. And probably Dumbledore so he doesn't think I was attacked. But everyone else....IF they ask, which they probably won't, 'cause who would care...I'll plead memory loss."

"Good idea, but what's the comment about no one will care? I'll have you know have the school's been worried sick."

"Well that's just......" But just what Ron never fund out because at that time, Harry yelled "Hermione......AHHHHHHHHH" CRASH

"He forgot about the stairs again, didn't he?" Hermione said seriously.

"Yep, he did. Come on, I'll carry you down on my broom." and they left to tell Harry.

A/N

Told you fluff would come up... More will soon, as well as some more angst...now, by now, you should know the drill. Make me happy and review. Next chappie up soon!!!