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Chapter Four

Excuses and Apologies!

"How do you feel about me?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Er…umm…I…ah…I have to go…umm…do something," Ron said as he left her in his room.

Once he left, she let the tears roll. She sat on his bed in a plop taking short breaths. She hated Fleur right now. There was a knock at the door; Hermione looked up, "Come in," she said as she wiped her streaming tears away. It was Mrs. Weasley.

"May I sit down?" she said sweetly. Hermione nodded. "I wanted to apologize, to you, Hermione."

"Look, Mrs. Weasley, its okay. It turns out that you were right; nothing is going to happen between the two of us. I'm the one who should be apologizing."

"I was hoping I would have been wrong. What did he say, as I am assuming that Fleur talked you into telling him how you felt."

"He didn't, he bolted," Hermione said letting out a small sob.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and said, "There are a few things you don't know about Ron apparently. I know you know he has 'the emotional range of a teaspoon,' but he cares for you deeply."

"Mrs. Weasley, I don't think-" Hermione started.

"—No, he does. I know for a fact he does," Mrs. Weasley cut-off.

"How?" Hermione asked.

"He looks at you the way Arthur looked at me, Bill looks at Fleur, George looks at Angelina, Fred looks at Katie, and the way Harry looks at…Ginny. Its not the type of way a friend looks at another friend, or the way you look at someone who you have a crush on. He looks at you with his heart, not his eyes. You could look like Ron's Great Aunt Tessie, but he wouldn't care, because his eyes don't see you, his heart does. That's how I know. To be honest with you, I said those things, because he's the last of my boys, and well, I want to keep him as little as possible, because that would mean he can't move out. I've known since your third year, that you would eventually be my replacement. I said those things because I'm jealous of you, Hermione. You get take my little boy…well, he's not a little boy anymore is he…" Mrs. Weasley said.

"No," Hermione said quietly.

"You're a lucky woman," Mrs. Weasley said gently to Hermione.

"You are too," Hermione said.

"Hermione, Ron, is a prat," Mrs. Weasley laughed.

"Mrs. Weasley, you saying your son is a prat isn't going change my mind. I've known he's a prat since first year," Hermione laughed.

"True, true. Oh and call my Molly, I think its about time you do that," Molly Weasley said. Hermione smiled and nodded.

"Umm, Molly," Hermione said as Molly Weasley made her way towards the door.

"Yes, Dear?"

"He really looks at me like that?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

"Yes," Molly replied simply.