Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J. K. Rowling.

Ron sat there without moving for hours. He thought about what had happened and he thought a reasonable raison for what he had done. He found nothing as a raison. Except someone; Hermione….

Seven years. For seven years he had been feeling the same thing. He was always with her. He teased her, he defended her, he encouraged her, he helped her, he was proud of her, he comforted her. And everything…But more than ever he loved her…

And now, after long seven years, things were going bad to worse. She was very angry. Maybe, she hated him. They had to be apart. How was a fate, it was? They didn't deserve to be cross. They just knew each other too well. He was sure that he wouldn't dare a life without her. And he was sure that nobody could take her away from him. Especially not that stupid plain Seamus Finnigan.

It started to drizzle and he shivered slightly. He was cold a bit. He got up where he sat and headed to the castle. He was determined to do something but he had no idea. It was getting late and he realised that he missed the dinner. But for some raison he wasn't hungry.

He went to the common room directly and prayed for Hermione wasn't there. As he entered he found Harry sitting in front of the fireplace and reading something. Ron was pleased that he was alone. He propped himself up on the sofa.

"Where have you been?" Harry asked him looking bad-tempered.

"I wanted to be alone! All right?" Ron answered sharply.

"I worried about you! You ran away and Hermione locked herself in the dorm. And I am fed up with you. What's wrong with you? Why are you acting so stupid? That's enough…"

He looked angry and Ron knew that he had every right to be angry. He was his best friend and he always found himself between their fights.

"I am going to tell her, mate!" Ron whispered silently looking directly into his eyes.

Harry couldn't believe what he heard but understood what he mentioned. He waited for him to deny but Ron didn't.

"Are you sure?" he asked in disbelief but he didn't need to ask this because he knew his best friend and he was sure.

"Yeah!" Ron said determined.

They sat there silently for moments. They both knew that it wasn't going to be normal again. They both didn't know what was going to happen. Something was clear. It was time.

In the mean time, Hermione was sitting in her bed, thinking deeply. Her eyes were red for crying for hours. She was thinking about the events that she witnessed. Everything seemed nonsense. She could find no reason to Ron for fighting for her. Except… He wasn't in love with her. It was obvious. But why he cared her too much? Why? There was no answer. Hermione thought that, it has to come to an end. And suddenly she found a solution. That plan hurted her a bit but she has no patience, anymore.

"Tomorrow…" she hissed, sobbing silently. " I will start living my own life." She swore.

Next morning, Ron and Harry headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. Ron' eyes were red, for thinking profoundly previous night. He thought and decided. He was going to tell her. There was no escape. Meanwhile, Harry was worried. He wanted the best for his two best friends. He wanted them to be happy. Because he was the only witness their love.

When they reached to the Great Hall, they saw Hermione hadn't descended yet. They shot a doubtful look to each other, as they were sitting their usual places. Ron was hungry but he couldn't eat, somehow. The butterflies in his stomach didn't let him to eat. While he was trying to swallow his toast, he saw Hermione coming towards to them.

"Good morning!" she said to the buys with a weird expression, yawning slightly. She sat her usual place, opposite of Ron.

Ron searched her face cautiously. She seemed calm. Ron heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at Harry; he smiled at him, encouragely. He cleared his throat.

"Well... Hermione!" he began, his voice was shaking a bit.

Hermione looked at him senselessly.

"I want to say that I am sorry about last night. I lost my control. I shouldn't have dare to…" Hermione cut him off before he finished his explanation.

"Why, Ron?" she asked unexpectedly. "Why do you care so much?" she retorted.

Ron gulped for air, brushing slightly. He was confused. He wasn't expecting this question.

Hermione stared at him expectantly. She wasn't expecting him to say something. She just wanted to see him speechless. And she saw him like she expected. A slight pain ran through her heart.

"Please Ron!" she pleaded, her eyes getting wetter. "Mind your own business!" she said before rushing out of the Great Hall. She hadn't touched her breakfast.

Ron and Harry sat there awkwardly. They looked puzzled. But Harry got himself quickly and said Ron to catch her immediately. Ron nodded and ran after Hermione.

He saw her walking briskly off down the coridor.

"Hermione, wait!" He called after her, aloud.

Hermione heard him and glanced over her shoulder. She slowed down but kept walking. Ron stopped her, grabbing her arm gently. He leaned againts the wall, pulling her aside. His body was close enough to her body. She felt her heart flatter.

"Why did you run away?" Ron asked out of the breath, forcing her to look up at him.

"I didn't. I have to catch the lesson!" she said absently.

"We need to talk!" he raised an eyebrow seriously.

"About what?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. Ron saw her expression soften for an instant.

"It's important Hermione, please! After the last lesson, I will wait you near the lake. All right?" he asked his eyes pleading.

"No, I can't!" Hermione stated quickly. She tried to avoid her face, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"Why not?" Ron asked looking at him inquisitively. He gave a dark look.

" Because…" Hermione stuttered, feeling her face heat up.

"Because I promised someone else!" she said quickly, battling with herself not to look Ron in the eyes.

"You did what?" he blurted out a bit too loudly, earning weird stares from the people in corridor.

"Keep your voice down!" Hermione scolded."You heard me!" She said, nervously.

"You promised who?" Ron asked sounding mad. His eyes settled on Hermione.

"Seamus Finnigan!" Hermione said, nonchalantly. "And I've started dating him, for your information!" she explained her astonishing decision, her voice shaking slightly.

She pushed him coarsely and made her way to the Transfiguration class, tears stinging behind her eyes. She wasn't regretful, not one bit.

Ron stood there totally dumbfounded. "Bloody hell!" he said under his breath and prayed for this not to be true.


AN: I was about to forget my first fan fiction. But last day, I promised myself to finish it.Even if nobody reads it:( Anyway, I always like the idea that they confess their love to each other near the lake. That would be bloody romantic! Everything for R/H love!