Chapter Four
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Ron sat on the floor of the owlery, thinking about what his letter should say. Finally he made up his mind, scribbled it down, and tied it to Pig's (Pig was his owl) leg and sent him off. With a determined look on his face, he went to the Room of Requirement to wait.
Hemione's POV
After a few minutes, Ginny had fled and I was left to think over her words about Ron.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Ginny, what now???"
I walked over to the door, opened it, saw that nobody was there, closed it, and realized that Pig was tapping on my window. I ran over and threw the window open and pulled the letter off of Pig's leg. He hooted excitedly and flew off into the night.
I opened the letter and read.
Hermione, we need to talk. Meet me in the room of requirement at 8:00 tonight.
-Ron
I looked at my watch and realized that it was 7:55! I quickly checked my hair and fixed my make-up before I hurried off to the Room of Requirement, wondering what on earth Ron wanted to talk about.
I was so busy thinking that I didn't see the person a few feet in front of me and I ran into them hard.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry...." I trailed off, seeing who it was.
"Granger, you'd better watch where you're going," Malfoy leered at me. "Next time I may not be so nice about it." He turned and strode off down the corridor and, to my horror, opened the door to the Room of Requirement. I sprinted after him, and wrenched open the door, but it was too late...
Ron's POV
I sat in the Room of Requirement alone waiting for Hermione. The doorknob turned, and I jumped up, and saw not Hermione coming in, but Draco Malfoy.
"Weasel King," Malfoy sneered. "What are you doing here? Waiting for the mudblood, are we?"
I saw Hermione come sprinting in, her hair wild and messy, face red, and panting.
"Shut it, Malfoy," I said through gritted teeth.
"I can't say I think much of your taste, but I suppose that for a Weasel King, it's fitting-"
I threw myself at him, but before I could pound him into a pulp, there was a shrill cry of "Immobulis!" followed by "Silencio!" and before I knew it, Hermione had kicked Malfoy out the door and had placed a silencing charm on the room.
She turned to me, hair still wild and panting, and said, "So...what did you want to talk about?"
I took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself for what I was about to do. I took three purposeful strides towards her, pulled her to me, and kissed her.