I actually haven't finished a new chapter but in honor of Ron's birthday I figured I'd post! Happy Birthday Ron!

This chapter has a sweet fourth year flashback!

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It had been two days since she arrived to the Burrow for holiday.

Within the that time Hermione has done her absolute best to avoid the entirety of the family. Well, specifically a certain gangly, freckled git.

Most hours she didn't spend reading, the guilt was gnawing at her for being such an awful, unappreciative guest. She'd avoid meals when she could, but in the event she couldn't evade Molly, Hermione would eat as quick as she could before excusing herself.

Ginny, like her mother, was very perceptive and quickly caught onto what was happening. Often times the girl would peel whatever book Hermione had been latching onto away from her hands and practically force her down the steps. And in the event Ginny successfully got Hermione to the living room, she'd just sit idly and watch the family interact, never interjecting herself.

Harry had stopped by from time to time, thankfully he never pried her from the bed, but surprisingly, he did make her talk. He knew, probably from Ron, of what Harry phrased as her 'ridiculous' plan to stay out of his way. When the conversation started turning to anything Ron, or even worse, Lavender related, she'd excuse herself and venture out into the garden.

And besides the three parties mentioned, no one really bothered her.

Fred and George did their best to get a laugh from her on the occasion she was downstairs. Mister Weasley would greet Hermione warmly and asked if she's heard from her parents.

She hasn't. Not since the day after she arrived. They had sent a brief letter informing their daughter that they arrived in France, they loved her, and that they would write soon. Despite their silence, Hermione still wrote them everyday for any answers.

Bill, Charlie, and Fleur had just taken to small talk, but Hermione usually halted it, never allowing herself to get invested in conversation. Something she'd usually do.

And as for Ron, well, some nights Hermione swears she hears his loud, familiar steps shuffling outside the door as he whispers with Ginny. But, whenever the door opened, it was just Ginny and Ginny alone. These instances always disappointed Hermione from some silly reason.

Now, on the night before Christmas Eve, something she dreaded so much knowing she'd be unable to evade Missus Weasley's insistence she join them, she sat in the garden.

Normally this is where she'd retreat if Ginny or Harry had taken to pestering her from the camp bed she was now seemingly glued to. Or often the contents of her prized book were too heavy, and the fresh air eased her. But tonight, she came out for a different reason. That reason being, the sight of her trunk had began to make her sick.

Inside it held hope. Something she had lost months ago.

When her parents originally agreed to let her stay at the Weasley's for Christmas (not under the pretense of a possibly dying Arthur), she was ecstatic. Immieatetly she began searching for the perfect gifts.

For Molly, she had found a lovely welcome mat with small embroidered stars around the thick lettering. It would look perfect on the front steps.

For Arthur, a Muggle alarm clock. It was both practical and for him, fascinating.

She had picked up a broom cleaning kit down in Diagon Alley. Harry was attached to his Firebolt, so Hermione figured he'd appreciate it. In addition, she had a picture printed of him and Sirius from last Christmas. The brunette just hoped she wasn't over stepping with that one.

For Ginny she had gone with a few hair clips similar to the ones the ginger told her she liked over the summer. That and of course, a book on the best female quidditch players who ever lived.

Hermione had been perusing a Muggle shop before coming to the Burrow over the summer, and there were the perfect gifts for the twins. A Muggle joke book along with a bag of whoopee cushions. They were harmless, but would surely keep the pair thoroughly entertained.

Ron had informed Hermione early on about Charlie, Bill, and Fleur joining them for Christmas, so she was able to pick something up for them. For Charlie, she decided to go with something practical being this would be the first time they would meet. A few bottles of dittany (known to help burns and scratches from Dragons) along with a baby picture of Noberta was what she had gone with. Bill and Fleur, being newly engaged, Hermione had gone with a joint gift. She had struck gold when she found a brilliant take on the Beauxbaton's and Hogwart's shields combined. Something to remind them both of where they came from.

And as for Ron, well, now she was afraid her original gift may be too personal for where they stood right now. She had gotten the idea from a talk they had back in fourth year, when he was fighting with Harry...

"Where have you been?" Ron asked Hermione as she entered the common room. His tone wasn't accusatory, just worried.

At this, she flushed red, "I was uh, talking to Harry." At this he made a noise of disgust, "well I wouldn't exactly call it talking."

And for the briefest moment Ron paled, imagining the pair of them snogging.

"What do you mean?" He barely managed, fumbling over his words.

"Well," she blushed again, "I mostly yelled and he well, he just stood there." Hermione admitted sheepishly.

"Why'd you yell at Harry?" Not that he was opposed to the action.

And just like that she's fired up again. Her hair crackles at the thought, "it's completely unfair the way he's treating you Ron! And I'm not going to let him get away with it." She tutted.

His stated at her in amazement, "but you told me you didn't think he put his name in." He pointed out softly.

Hermione squirmed, "I don't think he did, but that doesn't give him the right to treat you the way he is. I suppose you tried to speak with him Ron and though I think he told you the truth, he didn't have to be such an," she paused, "he didn't have to be so rude about it!"

"Bloody hell! You were about to swear." The smile on his face only grew.

"No I wasn't!" The brunette quickly defended, "anyway, he doesn't understand it Ron. You'd think he would, you two are closer then I am to either of you." Her voice dropped.

The smile he was wearing soon slipped, "that's not true Hermione." If only she knew...

At this, she remained silent, eyes trained on the fire.

"What doesn't he understand?" Ron whispers after a moment.

Finally, her brown eyes meet his and she sighs, "Ron I know you better then you think I do." If only he knew...

At this his face scrunched in confusion, imploring her to elaborate.

"You don't particularly care if Harry actually put his own name in or not, you just care that he's making you feel second best." She whispered, worried he'd react in red hot anger.

Shocking them both, he merely gulped, "yeah, I suppose you're right." He admitted.

"Oh Ron," she said sadly, "I don't know how it feels being an only child, but you have to know when I think you, I think of you alone." Hermione confesses bravely.

"What do you mean?" He dares to push her for more.

"I don't think of how Bill may be a brilliant Curse Breaker, or how Charlie is bravely taming Dragons, I don't think about how Percy was Head Boy and expect you to want that too. Even the twins, whenever you make me laugh, I don't compare it to how much they make me laugh. Ginny too, she may be brilliant at Quidditch but that doesn't make you any worse."

He stares at her in shock, she takes his as confusion and goes on.

"What I mean is Ron, is that you're you, Ronald Weasley, and I don't want you to be anyone else. I don't expect you to be like anyone else, alright? If I wanted to be best friends with any other Weasley I would, but I'm not ,am I? Am I even making sense?" She rambles, desperate for him to speak.

Catching his breathe, Ron nods and faces her, "I think I know what you're trying to say Hermione." A small smile finds its way across her face, "it's just hard, when you've never had anything of your own, part of you feels like them. Does that sound mental?"

His mind flashes to all the robes, books, bed sheets, and toys he's shared with his siblings.

In Bill's old shoes, he feels like he has to be braver.

Whenever he's reading one of Charlie's old Charms books, he feels like he has to be daring.

In Percy's robes, he has the sudden urge to make sure everyone's doing what's right.

When his Mum gave him a mixture of Fred and George's old quilts, he felt like he had to make his dormitory laugh whenever he was nestled underneath them.

Even Ginny, his youngest sister, whenever he shared the family owl with her, Ron felt like his letter had to be an inch longer then hers.

"It doesn't sound mental Ron." She assures, and the look in her eyes conveys nothing but understanding, it warms his heart.

He huffs quietly, "Harry, I mean, he was my friend, and now, everyone's gonna go around and want that too. And he'll probably let them because what am I next to someone like Cedric Diggory?" He admitted.

"Hey," her hand fell atop his knee making him look at her with wide eyes, "you're the best friend I've ever had, I wouldn't trade you for a dozen Cedric Diggory's." Hermione gave his knee a small squeeze.

And the action, the expression on her face, it all felt so sincere. So real.

Bravely, he grabbed her small hand from where it was resting on his leg and held it snugly.

"Thank you for yelling at Harry, it must've been wicked." He teased with a light laugh.

A chuckle moved passed her lips, "that's not exactly the word the first years who watched would use." She said blushing.

Ron beamed even more at this, imagining a feisty Hermione scaring away little first years as she took her anger out on the chosen one.

"Ron, I just wanted to let you know," she's looking away, suddenly feeling shy, "that if you'd have me you know, I'm yours. Just yours." It's nothing but a whisper, barely heard over the crackling fire.

The breath leaves his mouth so fast, it's like a dementor's kissing him. Quickly, he berates himself for allowing himself to think she means as anything more than friends. He'll take it anyway. He thinks he'd take anything she has to offer.

"Yeah," he says softly, "yeah I'd definitely like that."

A grin etches its way across her features as she twines their fingers together.

They sat like that the rest of the night. Not letting go even when Dean and Seamus whispered nearby.

It wasn't any grand gestures or decliartion of love, but it was a the start to the possibly of something more. And as Hermione spent the remainder of her night holding his hand as they talked in a hushed whispers, Ron realized she could've been anywhere else. But instead, she was here.

And for the first time in Ron Weasley's life, he felt like the first choice.

When recalling that night on the common room couch, something always stands out in Hermione's brilliant mind.

The fact that Ron said he'd never had anything that felt like his own. So with that in mind and the ever growing feelings the witch had bloossoming for him, Hermione decided ob something bold.

It wasn't exactly an 'I love you', but it was personal to him, and if he had cared that much about her to read into it, well he might figure out how important to her he really is. The fact that she's catalogued just about every interaction they've had in the past six years.

Wanting to convey as much without spelling it out, she had found a lovely oak whittled Wizarding Chess set. And in the box that held it, she had gotten 'Property of Ron Weasley' carved on the top.

She'd even preemptively written the card:

'Something to call yours, Happy Christmas Ron.

Love, Hermione.'

She had signed plenty of letters to him with those four letters, but part of her hoped that the note coupled with the gift may wake something within him. The possibility he feels the same way.

However, she knows now that isn't the case. It can't be. Not when Lavender Brown will be waiting for him when they return to Hogwarts.

So here she is, out in the garden, the Weasley's garden no less, her precious book thrown aside, contemplating on whether or not she should give the gift.

The selfish part of her says no. Hermione tells herself he doesn't deserve anything from her after how he's made her feel.

Her morals scream otherwise. They're telling her she's the one who expected anything more than friendship from him and that she's stupid to get so upset because he didn't feel the same.

Weighing her options, Hermione makes the quick choice to just give him the damn thing. One last act of friendship. A goodbye of sorts.

She closes her eyes in pain, she just wants him happy, even if it kills her. And if that means distancing herself from him, then so be it.

For the smartest witch of her age, she sure is oblivious to the fact that inside, only meters way, Ron is feeling the exact same way.

...

"You know I don't like how she just sits out there. She's so far away." Ron comments boldly from his place on the couch.

"Ronnie, she's not that far, you can see her from the window." Fred says.

"I don't think he exactly meant physical distance." Bill commented over the book he was reading, making the room laugh, as Fleur elbowed him harshly.

He blushes, "shove off! The lot of you, I just mean that things aren't exactly safe." He points out.

Ginny scoffs from the couch, "please Ron, the wards here are almost as tight as the ones at Hogwarts." She points out.

Bill speaks again, "yeah, Dumbledore himself help put them up. He came by here with Mad Eye over the summer while we stayed at Grimmauld place."

Ron sighed, "you still don't know, I mean, look at Charlie. He just waltzed on up." He defended. Harry seemed to agree, but said nothing.

"Well to be fair Ronnie, I know exactly where the Burrow is, I reckon You-Know-Who and his followers could care less about where a bunch of pure bloods live." Charlie pointed out.

"Technically, we're blood traitors." Ron commented.

They ignored this, "anyway, there an apparition line, why do you think I walked up from the pond? That's where it ends." He reminds.

"Still it's rather close and look at Hermione, she's not far off from the pond at the edge of the garden." The youngest Weasley boy says peering out the window again, watching as the witch reads that same damned book soundly under a tree.

The twins began to laugh, "you sound almost as paranoid as Harry over there." Fred teased causing the dark haired boy to give him a small shove, but a grin played on his lips no less.

"Ickle Ronniekins just wants his girlfriend inside so she'll finally talk to him." George reminded.

Ron opened his mouth, no doubt to say something nasty to his brothers, before Bill stopped him, "even if someone did apparate we'd hear it first Ron."

"Yeah," Ginny chimed in, "we heard Charlie the other night."

"Exactly." The eldest Weasley agreed.

"Ron if you are so worried you could always go out there too, no?" Fleur suggested with raised brows and a mischievous smile.

At this Bill proudly kissed her cheek as the room erupted in snickers as the blonde joined the fun.

"Yeah Ickle, listen to the last, why don't you go sit with. Unless..." he began knowingly.

"Unless what Fred?" George asked his twin.

"Unless little Hermione would rather be taken by death eaters then spend time with Ronniekins."

"That's not even something to joke about Fred!" Ron boomed angrily, suddenly feeling faint at the idea of the likes of someone like Malfoy's dad taking Hermione.

"Alright." Charlie said standing, "Ron, don't you have reading to do or something?" He asks his heaving brother who looks like he's about to pounce on Fred.

Surely, this calms his breathing, "right, reading." He says gruffly, quickly exiting the room.

"Honestly, he's so sensitive." George mutters to his brother.

The room is still tense. No one speaks for a few minutes, and it's Ginny who breaks the silence. Her eyes are wide as a somewhat amused smile strikes her lips.

"Wait, did you just say Ron's reading?"


Next chapter is Christmas Eve! We get some admissions from Ginny and a Ron and Hermione interaction. Also, this chapter has some foreshadowing and hints to something else. Any theories? What is up with that book?

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