Disclaimer: Same as before, all I own is the plot.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no," Hermione moaned, breaking out of the middle of the pile of people and sitting slowly down on the bed again, "I have no idea what's going on now. What am I going to tell Viktor? What's going to happen to me? To him? To you, Ron?"
Ginny looked at Ron and nodded very slightly. Ron saw this as 'yes' until Ginny sighed and just whispered 'go and see her'. He walked back over to the bed and sat next to her.
"I don't know. I don't think anyone does. But I do know that I'm in love with you, Hrmione. It's probably not very helpful, but it's true."
Hermione managed a smile.
"Yes," she whispered, "It does help. A lot. I love you as well. I just don't know about Viktor. I think I still love him, but - oh, I don't want to think!" She lay her head on Ron's shoulder.
Ginny tapped Harry.
"We'd better go," she hissed. Harry agreed, and they tiptoed quietly out of the room.
Ron watched him go, shooting him a brief smile before looking back at Hermione. She was no longer crying, but she looked miserable and angry at the same time.
"Look, Hermione, this is going to sound pathetic, I know, but -" Ron sighed with embarrassment at what he was about to say, "Listen to your - heart."
Hermione snorted slightly.
"OK, it's saying - kiss Ron!" she giggled.
"Follow your heart."
They broke apart a couple of minutes later.
"Oh, Ron, I really, really love you," Hermione said, playing with a little bit of Ron's hair that was sticking out, "Definately more than Viktor. I'm sure of it."
Ron was amazed. How could she have come to that desicion in such a short time? She'd always been bright, but this ...?
"How did you decide that?" he asked her, wondering whether he wanted to hear the answer or not.
"Well - I don't know, really," she murmered, biting her lip, "I just - Viktor's so nice and everything, but I've always felt a bit - you know - not quite right with him. He doesn't seem to love me as much as I know you do. And we - were - friends for years. I feel comfortable around you. I can tell you anything. You're my friend and now -"
Hermione stood up, pulled a mobile phone out of her pocket and dialled her home number.
"I'm just calling Viktor, let him know where I am," she explained, "Oh, yeah, hi, sweetie - yeah - aha, yeah, I'm still at Ron's - mmmm, yeah - no, why? - oh, OK, yes, of course - he's OK, just made friends with Ron - mmm. Well, bye, Viktor. Yeah - love you too." She ended her call. "Or do I?"
Ron went over to her and put his arms around her.
"I don't want him any more," Hermione told him defiantly, "I want you. See? Now I just - feel better with you hugging me. I've never felt like this with Viktor before. Ever."
"But you're married."
"It's called divorce, Ron."
"What?" Ron jumped about a mile into the air, "You can't jump into that straight away! That's just insane! You have to think these things through!"
"I don't need to! I love you, you love me and we want to be together. Don't we?"
Ron looked into her brown eyes again. They were pleading him.
"Yeah. Of course. But please, just - think abot this, OK? I don't want things to get all messed up. I mean, I know how clever you are and everything, but these things take time, like i said."
Hermione smiled the first proper smile Ron had seen from her in years. She looke radiant.
"Alright then. I'll wait."