Chapter Four: You Thought Right
Ron returned to the common room that night, after posting the letter to Bill, to find Harry and Ginny deep in discussion about who was to win the Quidditch World Cup this year, and Hermione staring into the fire.
"Hi, Ron," said Ginny. "Where have you been?"
"Just – just posting a letter," mumbled Ron. Hermione blinked.
"Um, Harry," said Ginny at once, yawning very convincingly indeed, "I reckon I might go to bed. I'm really tired, aren't you?"
"What? Oh," said Harry, also yawning, but not quite as believably as Ginny, "yeah, I'm exhausted. 'Night, you two."
And without another word, Ginny and Harry disappeared up to their dormitories, leaving Ron and Hermione quite alone.
There was an awkward silence, then –
"Ron, I – "
"Hermione, I'm – "
Both of them grinned shyly. "You first," said Ron.
Hermione looked at him for a moment, then took a deep breath and said simply, "I read the letter."
Ron looked extremely taken aback. "What – you mean – I'm – you – "
Hermione put a gentle hand over his mouth. They were standing now, facing each other. Ron fell silent, his ears red and his face colouring slowly. His eyes were downcast.
"Hermione, I'm sorry," he said quietly, not looking at her. "I know you don't like me any more than a friend, I just – well, I thought – "
The slight smile was back on Hermione's face. "You thought there was a chance I just might fancy you, too?"
Ron looked up in surprise. Before he had a chance to say anything, Hermione had taken his face in her hands and kissed him.
"You thought right," she said.
