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Chapter 4One week later, Hermione had finally relaxed enough to question Ron more. And she did it the only way she knew how: Flattery and flirting. "Hey Ron? Where did you get to?"
"I'm right here, in the living room. What is it? Did you have a vision? Voldemort sent an owl?" Ron panicked.
"Huh? No nothing like that. Just making sure that you are still alive and haven't keeled over from protectiveness." Hermione teased.
Ron looked miffed. "I'm just trying to protect you. And I think that I'm doing an excellent job of it." He said, offended.
"I was just kidding" Hermione walked across the room and gave Ron a hug. "It's just that I feel so cut off from the outside world, and everyone in it" She began to sob convincingly.
"Hermione, don't cry! It's not your fault. It's mine. I should have figured you couldn't handle being this cut off from everyone." Ron confessed. "I know you better than that."
"It's okay. As long as I'm not alone. I hate the thought now that I know that I'm the only thing standing between Voldemort and the destruction of the world." Hermione sniffed, crying almost under control now. She snuggled closer to Ron.
"Now Hermione, I'm not your personal pillow." Ron said reddening.
Hermione could now feel the reason for his uncomfortable attitude. "I don't mind. I like it here." She announced.
"Are you sure?" Ron questioned.
"Mhmmm" Hermione said, reaching for it
Poof
Ron awoke with a gasp. 'Not again! Why did I keep having these? It's not like I'm obsessed or anything.' He thought. With a squeaking of the bedsprings, Ron got up to change his sheets and report on Hermione's safety. As he did every night, he checked Hermione's room to be sure she hadn't vanished in the night. But this time… He didn't find what he thought he would….
A/n: I love cliff hangers! Especially when I know what's going to happen. Hehe! R R and you too will know what I know!