Thanks sooo much to dancerrdw, 2 reviews. much luv to you and to all my other reviewers.well, here's the 3rd chapter. i'm really sorry theyre so short, but atleast i update fast.. i hope! hope you like it.
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Fears for a loved one's death
Harry's eyes flicked from Ron to Hermione, his eyes wide open with surprise.
"Ron-Hermione-you-together?" he choked through tears of laughter.
Ron looked at Hermione, nervously, then turned back to Harry and gave a twitchy nod, as though scared it would trigger an explosion.
Harry lips slowly formed a grin, and then he let out a roar of laughter.
Hermione's eyes instantly widened.
"Harry!" she whispered, "shhh! You'll wake everyone up!"
It took several minutes to calm him down, even though his laughter had pretty much deceased.
"Well?" Ron whispered.
Harry grinned. "I'm happy for you two."
Ron gave a nervous smile. Harry got up, and picked up one of his books, then headed up the stairs taking one last glance at them, before disappearing round the corner.
"I-I guess that wasn't too bad," Hermione said, still in a whisper.
"Yeh, I guess. You realize we're going to have to tell everyone soon. People will work it out anyway," Ron said, quietly.
Hermione nodded. She gave a small smile, and walked over to Ron. She took his hands and whispered into his ear.
"As long as I'm with you, I don't care what anyone thinks."
Ron grinned and kissed her on the cheek. Hermione kissed him back on the lips. Ron began to bite her lips and then slowly slip his tongue in her mouth. Then, suddenly, Hermione felt her stomach drop. Hermione quickly moved away.
"Wait. Ron, I want to ask you something."
Ron looked slightly surprised at her sudden actions but nodded.
"R-r-ron," There were tears in her eyes, "W-w-what would h-hap-pen if-if we died?" Hermione choked through her tears.
Ron looked nervously into her eyes.
"We-we won't die, Hermione. We won't. We'll defeat V-v-voldermort and he'll die," Ron answered though he wasn't completely convinced himself.
"But, Ron, w-what if-if my dream-"
"No, Hermione," Ron interjected, "It was just a dream, remember?"
Hermione have a small nod, and Ron handed her a tissue and kissed her on the forehead. Then placing his forehead against hers he whispered, "Hermione, just remember this much. I love you." Ron kissed her again and got up from the chair. He walked her towards the stairs and smiled. "Go to bed. Relax. I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight."
Hermione watched him walk up the stairs. Her eyes steadily filled with tears for every second she watched his flaming red hair move further up and disappear round the corner. She slumped against the wall and slid down it, hitting the floor with a soft thud. Then she began to cry, hugging her knees to her chest. She then suddenly screamed, "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, VOLDERMORT! I HATE YOOOU!" Then she continued to cry in the darkness.