Reconciliation
"Ron!" cried Hermione in frustration, as she caught Ron's blue yes wandering off again.
Ron immediately snapped back to attention, slightly startled. He winced.
"What?"
Hermione let out an exasperated sigh. "If you want me to tutor you, you better pay attention!"
They were in library; the result of Ron wheedling Hermione to tutor him. And she really tried; but Ron had the attention span of a two year old. He kept eyeing Lisa Turpin, who was seating a few seats away and batting her eyelashes at him. It triggered a landslide of emotions Hermione kept bottled up within; she struggled to concentrate at the task at hand.
"You're failing Transfiguration, Ron—you have to catch up!"
Ron scowled at Hermione, crossing his arms. "I know, you don't have to remind me."
"Then pay attention!" Hermione hissed through gritted teeth. Her head was throbbing; they'd been trapped in the library for the past three hours and her patience was starting to wane.
"You know what, we'll continue this session later," she continued wearily, gathering her brown frizz into an imprisoning bun. Ron simply stared.
"But he haven't even started human transformations yet! You can't leave me!"
Hermione rose, her heart thudding. How could she resist those sky blue eyes, that adorable grin?
She gazed determinedly away, as she gathered her books and papers into a messy pile.
"What's that?" Ron suddenly demanded, pointing a pale pink envelope.
"Nothing!" Hermione cried, panicked, but before she could stop him, Ron pulled it out the pile.
"Viktor Krum…" Ron accused, glaring the envelope. He stared at Hermione, an expression of betrayal briefly glimmering on his face.
"It's nothing. It's from ages ago." Hermione tried desperately to snatch it out of his fingers.
"Why you still carrying around then?" Ron scoffed scathingly.
He emptied the contents and Hermione cringed in response. Inside there was a picture of her and Viktor in Bulgaria with his arm around her. Ron stared at it for a while, the tips of his ears turning red.
"Why did you lie?"
Hermione, flustered, looked at the ground. Then, emboldened, she looked up.
"Why do you care, so much anyway?"
Ron frowned. "Does it matter? He's obviously using you!"
"Why?" exclaimed Hermione." He's rich and famous and—"
"You know what I mean!" snarled Ron, his eye glinting meaningfully.
"So I'm not allowed to have a boyfriend, but you're allowed to snog anyone you like?" She shot back furiously, tilting her head toward Lavender Brown.
Ron glowered at her, throwing the letter on the ground. "NO!"
He stormed out of the library and Hermione followed him, grabbing his arm and stopping him.
"I'm sick of your immature attitude."
"I'm sick of Viktor Krum!" snapped Ron.
"I'm sick of your obliviousness!"
Hermione didn't paused, she leaned closer to him and kissed him.
Ron staggered back, his cheeks flushing.
"What happened back there?"
"What was supposed to happen a long time ago," replied Hermione, a smile gracing her lips.