Hermione groaned. That goodbye kiss was a sure way to make him not forget her.
Hermione packed up the rest of her stuff to find that the goodbye kiss was the truth. He was gone. Hermione brushed a tear away from her eye.
He doesn't care about me. Why should I be crying over him?
He does care about you. The way he looks at you... what he said while he was drunk... the way he kissed you...what more do you want woman?
Well if he did care about me...
What is there left to do? (Inner voice smirks)
Hermione let out a sigh of frustration and walked over to Molly. Of course she would see Molly again, Molly always came to dinner to Ron's house.
Hermione let out a laugh. Maybe her life with Ron would be ...fun.
With high spirits, Hermione kissed both sides of the Queen's cheeks.
"Love ya, Molly. Must dash off though, if I'm ever going to get my packing done..." added Hermione thoughtfully.
"Wait!" said Molly hurriedly. "Draco wanted me to leave you this!"
Molly came towards Hermione holding a box. Hermione stared in awe at the box and then at Molly.
"Are you sure that's for me?" said Hermione, confused.
"Sure is," said Molly, grinning.
Hermione opened the box with trembling fingers. It was a delicate silver chain, with a huge, red ruby in the middle.
There was a note that came with it.
Hermione,
just a little something for you to remember me by.
-Draco
Hermione stared at the note. It gave no meaning, no expression.
Molly looked at Hermione.
"What are you waiting for, put it on!" said Molly enthusiastically.
Hermione obliged. The necklace looked perfect on her.
Hermione looked herself in the mirror.
It was beautiful. Hermione sat and thought about how thoughtful Draco could be.
Hermione got to her senses and with a last goodbye, departed from the castle forever.
Hermione arrived at Ron's house. It was a cozy little cottage in the village square.
Ron was picking a walnut, waiting in the front of the house, his tall lean figure standing tall.
"Hermione!" he called, and rushed over to help her with the bags.
Hermione smiled gratefully at him.
"Thank you Ron you are truly a prince!" said Hermione.
"Yeah, well I feel more like a house elf," grumbled Ron.
Hermione laughed.
Ron led her into the house. Hermione was surprised on how cozy Ron made a house look.
"Ron this house is excellent!" squealed Hermione.
Ron blushed.
"Well this is your room," went on Ron.
Her room was fairly small, but cozy. It had a window that Hermione could watch the stars through, something that she liked to do.
Hermione turned to Ron. "This place is great!" said Hermione enthusiastically.
Ron blushed. "Its okay."
Ron walked out of the door as Hermione started packing. Hermione glanced around the room.
SHe was going to miss her castle, but living with Ron, would be okay. She was going to miss Harry, she couldn't stand the thought of being away from her two best friends for a whole year.
But that was the rule if you were escaping an arranged marriage.
Hermione pulled out her many flowy dresses and regular t - shirts.
She was going to miss the parties, and joking with Ginny.
Well it was only for a year.
After Hermione finished packing, she went into the living room.
Ron, was sitting on the couch, waiting for her to get done.
"Hey Ickle Ronniekins," said Hermione.
Ron scowled. "Wanna cup of tea?" said Ron, innocently.
Hermione eyed him suspiciously.
"What are you going to put inside the cup of tea, Ronald?" said Hermione, sounding very much like a mix between Snape and Molly. A very bad combination.
Ron flinched.
"Nothing, nothing! Can't have an innocent cup of tea with the prince?" said Ron.
Hermione sighed in a half amused way.
"Sure, whatever. You know the kind I like Ron," said Hermione, plopping onto the couch.
Ron bustled up to make tea and Hermione got up to investigate her new home.
"Classic," muttered Hermione, eyeing a pack of cards. "How very like you," said Hermione, loudly to Ron, holding up a pair of cards.
Ron smiled. "Always gotta have that handy," he said seriously.
"In your case," said Hermione.
Hermione sat on the dining room table. Hermione really wanted to tell Ron about the goodbye kiss Draco gave her, but something told her not to mention it to him. Hermione listened closely to her intuition.
Hermione noticed something about Ron that evening. Ron was looking at her in a very weird way.
Hermione ignored it, but Ron was blushing a lot as they talked.
More than usual.
It gave Hermione the chills. She wasn't sure in a good way or in a bad way.
Finally Hermione decided to turn into sleeping.
Hermione smiled at Ron, who reddened a little and stepped into her room.
Her room looked a lot like home.
It was brightly colored with flowers on the window sill, like she always used to have it.
Hermione sighed contentedly and fell back into her bed.
She was content but she knew something was missing.
Something she quite couldn't put her finger on.
That night she dreamt dreams of a certain boy with blonde hair.
(A/n the story isn't over yet! Review people!)