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Chapter 4 – Kiss and make up

I stumbled out of the dormitories confused. I was trying to wrap the idea around my head. I like Ron Weasley. I love Ron Weasley? How long have I liked-loved him?

I gasped at the startling realization. I've loved Ronald Weasley since…since…the first year. Since that day when he saved me from that troll.

"Damn it," I muttered under my breath.

I couldn't love Ron. It was Ron. It was RON. He was my best friend, not my boyfriend, despite what everybody was saying.

"Did Hermione just swear?" asked Ginny cheekily.

"Mmhmm."

I was too distracted by the thought of liking? loving? Ronald Weasley to care.

"Do you think guys and girls can be friends?" I asked.

"I don't know. I don't have any male friends."

"What about Har…" I didn't even bother finishing the sentence because Ginny immediately blushed.

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

We stood there in silence, both lost in our own thoughts.

"What did you mean by 'let's leave these lovebirds alone'?" I asked.

Ginny didn't even bother answering. She just raised an eyebrow.

"How long have you two known?"

"Well I don't know. Ron's probably loved you forever but only realized it in fourth-year."

I blushed. Really? I hadn't noticed.

"And I don't know about you...you probably liked Ron gradually over these six years, but you've always loved him deep down, even though you didn't know it."

It made sense.

Damn it.

I had to apologise to Ron. I had to. If I didn't, I would ruin everything: our friendship and maybe a potential relationship.

"Ron's at the library," said Ginny, reading my mind. When had I become so obvious?

"Thanks," I replied.

I slowly walked to the library digesting all these new feelings and emotions.

And walked straight into a very toned chest.

It was Ron Weasley.

I didn't want to look up. I knew he would be glaring at me. He'd probably tell me to "piss off." But I did look at him. I looked straight into his eyes and instead of fury, as I expected, I saw forgiveness and… eagerness?

"I'm sorry," he said.

For once in my life, I was speechless. I should be the one apologising. I was at fault.

"I said some things I shouldn't have," he continued.

Ron Weasley never apologises. Now he's apologising for a fight that I started without any reason.

"Why are you apologising? I should be saying sorry."

"I was a horrible prat," he said.

"Ron, you weren't horrible…okay, maybe you were a tad mean," I said, after Ron gave me a sceptical look, "but I was just as bad. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry."

"No, I am."

"No, I am," he said stubbornly.

"No, I'm sorry."

"No, I AM!"

Why wouldn't he just let me apologise? Trust Ron to want to apologise when I wanted to.

"This is ridiculous. We're fighting over who should be sorry," I said.

I looked at Ron and I could see the hint of a smile curving his mouth. We burst out laughing. He grabbed my hand. "I really am sorry," he said, rubbing my hand.

My hand was burning. A strange tingling feeling coursed through my body and that fluttering feeling came back stronger than ever.

Damn it.

"Stop apologising. I'm sorry," I gulped trying to ignore the feeling. "I started the fight."

I could see that Ron was bursting to know why I was so upset that day but thankfully he didn't push.

"I didn't mean the things I said."

"Really? So you would…date me?" Ron said, his ears turning a light shade of red.

"Yeah," I said, my cheeks flushing a bit.

I really would date him.

"So I'm not that repulsive to you?"

Not at all.

"No," I whispered.

I looked away, not wanting to face Ron. If I did, I might do something…like…like…kiss him.

"I'm sorry," he said again.

"Don't apologise! I'm sorry."

"No, I'm more sorry."

"No, I'm more sorry."

"No, I am," he said playfully.

"No, I am!" I said, smiling.

"Prove it," he teased.

So I did.

I kissed him.

On the lips.

It was only short. It lasted about five seconds, but the feeling of Ron's lips pressed against mine would stay with me forever.

I pulled back, blushing furiously. This had to be the most spontaneous thing I had ever done. I avoided taking risks whenever I could and this kiss was a very risky thing. What if I had ruined our friendship? But as soon as I saw Ron's red, but smiling, face I knew everything would be okay. More than okay.

"You definitely are sorrier than I am."

I smiled shyly.

"Can I kiss you?" Ron asked, blushing bright red.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

His lips captured mine. This time the kiss was long and more passionate. I started kissing him back. His tongue pushed through my lips and I slightly opened my mouth. My head began spinning and the sensations overtook me.

After a few minutes, Ron pulled away. I felt disappointed. I moved back but he pulled me closer into a tight hug. I nuzzled my head on his chest, taking in his sweet scent.

"I love you," Ron whispered.

"I love you, too."

And it was true. As soon as Ron kissed me, I knew what I felt for him was more than just a mere crush; it was love.

"How could you love me after yesterday?" I wondered out loud.

"Y'know you look so sexy when you're angry."

"Ron!" I said, whacking him on the arm.

He grasped my hands and held them. I felt the electricity flow through me.

"Why did that rumour bother you so much?" he asked, seriously.

"I don't know," I muttered. Now that I knew, I didn't want to tell him.

"Rumours never bother you though."

"I know," I said, giving in. "It was just that…just that I kinda wanted the rumour to be true. Everybody thought it was but it wasn't and I wanted it to be true. So I was scared and afraid and that's why I took it out on you." I abruptly stopped my ramblings. I never babble…unless in front of Ron.

Ron was grinning smugly.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Stop smiling."

"I can't help it. The girl I love, loves me back."

Ron could be so sweet.

"Oh Ron," I sighed.

"What?" he said, confusion on his face.

"Nothing," I said and kissed him.

"No really. What?"

"Nothing," I said, kissing him again. That shut him up.

This was the third kiss and it was just as good as the others. Maybe even better. Everything just stopped. It was like we were frozen in time and even my brain stopped. All there was was us kissing. Ron was kissing me. And it felt so nice. It felt brilliant. The world slowly dissolved around me. All I could feel was Ron. All I wanted was Ron.

"As if they were never together," said that third-year whose voice I had become very familiar with.

"I always knew they were lying," said the other.

"Look at them snogging like that."

"Know them?" whispered Ron.

I looked at them. They waved. I blushed and suddenly laughed. Another rumour tomorrow, but I didn't care.

"No."

And kissed him again.