1Ok, sorry everyone that this chapter has taken me so long to post. Lately, I have either been too lazy, tired, and not in the mood to write/type this chapter up. So, I apoligize, and I hope that you will all accept my apology by REVIEWING! Please?

Disclaimer: All characters mentioned in this story belong to Jo. Not me, Jo. Got it? Good. This story line, belongs to me, because I came up with it in Spanish class a couple months ago. This chapter was completed a couple of months ago, but like I said, I was not in the mood to post it.

But anyway, here it is.

Long Last Together Chapter THREE: Some Fresh Air

Hermione came to the Great Hall and directly went over to the Gryffindor table. She was very apprehensive and nervous, and a lot other things actually. She took a seat next to Ron, who picked his head up a bit, as if to acknowledge her.

She waited until he finished chewing, then whispered into his ear, "Ron can we take a walk?" She was very happy that it was Saturday, no classes!

Once he had gotten over the initial shock that Hermione wanted to spend time with him...alone, he decided that maybe it would be a positive bonding experience, and a good way to tell Hermione what he had been dying to tell her since he first laid eyes on her. (A/N: and I know that this is not Ron, but oh well...)

"Sure, I'd like to," he mumbled, glad that Hermione had good hearing.

Ron stood up, closely followed Hermione, who lead the way out of the hall.

They walked out of the front doors and into the grounds. Hermione thought it would be nice to walk down to the beech tree, at the edge of the lake. So she turned in the direction of the lake, Ron slowly following along, enjoying the nice weather.

"So...how have you been?" Hermione asked, lingering on the question.

"Fine, it's nice being able to not have classes on Fridays. Sixth year is pretty easy so far." He replied.

"I agree, but I do have to point out that we will have to start studying for N.E.W.T.s soon. ." Hermione blushed, hoping that Ron wouldn't take notice.

"Only you, Hermione," Ron smiled as he said it.

How do I tell her that I have feelings for her? Ron thought about this quizzically.

I guess I should just get this over with. Hermione thought, trying to find the courage to do so.

"Ron, I have to tell you something." She said, out of guilty consciousness. She was so afraid what would happen she was trying so hard to keep a straight face.

Here was his chance. He took a deep breath, and said "That's nice, because I have something to tell you too."

"You want to go first?" She asked maliciously, since she already knew what he was going to say, but wanted to hear it from him, not from Harry to him.

"Hermione, I like you. I like you a lot. And I know this is out of blue and everything, since we have been friends for so long, but I just wanted to let you know that I have loved you ever since I met you."

And with that, Ron ran off, as far as possible from Hermione, back into the castle, which unfortunately was the most unfortunate thing that Hermione ever wanted to happen.

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