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Chapter 2 – Weasley Is Our King (of Breaking Hearts)

It was just passing eleven-thirty when Ron began his trudge toward the castle from Greenhouse Three. The treck was slow going from the combination of the oversaturated grounds from heavy rains that had been present all day with the strong and gusting wind that he was walking into head-on. About halfway to the castle, Ron, miserable as he was, thought that he should at least be thankful that the rain had finally stopped.

And as if right on queue, the heavens opened up.

"Bloody hell!" Ron cursed as he pulled his robe up over his head and began running for the front doors of the castle.

Tonight had undoubtedly been the worst night of Ronald Weasley's life, and now it seemed as if the powers that be were mocking him by the sudden return of the downpour of rain. He couldn't help but wonder what terrible wrong he had committed for his life to turn to shite so quickly. Okay, so he knew that he'd been feeling a little bit of animosity toward his best mate for being made Quidditch Captain. And there was the fact that he had spent all summer unmercifully teasing his sister about her newest boyfriend only to return to school in the protective, big brother mode and giving said boyfriend, whom happened to be one of his roommates, a rough time so that Dean was jumpy and on edge around Ron.

All right, so both of those occurrences were normal and expected of any teenage boy. However, Ron wasn't ready to admit the real reason his life seemed to be buggered up at the moment. He knew it was karma coming back around to get him, but if he admitted that his life sucked because it was the world's way of getting back at him for the way he had been treating Hermione, he'd have to take a look at why he was acting the way he was with her. That was not an issue that Ron was ready to approach. So he settled for reasoning that his life sucked because he was Ronald Weasley and that was his destiny.

Well, there was also that little Hufflepuff tart that was to be blamed for why his life was the disaster that it was tonight. She was to be blamed for why Ron had spent more than thirty minutes being lectured by the school nurse about how young wizards these days were much too promiscuous and far too nonchalant about their activities, not taking into consideration the consequences of their actions. Consequently, the next excruciating hour or so of his time was spent being lectured about contraception methods including how to cast the Contraception Charm. Ron had never wished more that he could be a quicker study when it came to learning and performing new charms. Once, the nurse was satisfied with his spell work, Ron was sent to the greenhouse to spend the last hour of his detention helping Madam Sprout harvest Noitcifnat Root which was used in brewing a monthly contraception potion that witches could take to help prevent pregnancy.

Now, running back through the sodden grounds in the sodding rain, Ron realized that he'd been too mortified and then disgusted all evening that he hadn't taken proper time to reflect back on the events of that afternoon and to be furious with the fifth year. However, as Ron was quickly becoming drenched in the newly regenerated rain, he was able to reflect back on the events that led to his detention on this Saturday evening.

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Ron was slowly meandering toward the Great Hall for evening tea purposely taking his time in getting there. This would be the first meal since returning to Hogwarts that Harry would not be attending. Dumbledore had asked for his presence for their first private lesson this evening and Harry had been told by the Headmaster that the house elves would make sure that his meal was brought to the elder man's office since the younger man also had detention that evening with the newest DADA professor, Snape.

Normally Harry's absence from a meal didn't affect Ron one way or the other, as long as he knew what was going on with his best mate. Tonight, however, Harry missing from dinner would mean that Ron would be alone, well as alone as one could be in a dining hall full of other students, with Hermione for the first time in twenty-seven days, and he didn't think that he was ready for alone time with Hermione just yet. Alone time with Hermione was bound to lead to loads of questions about his recent behavior that would be just too embarrassing to answer. Therefore, Ron hoped that his procrastination in getting to dinner would mean that Hermione would have already eaten and left to return to the Library or the Common Room.

Ron was so wrapped up in his thoughts of how and why things had changed between him and Hermione that he didn't even notice that his actions were being watched from the doorway of the Transfiguration classroom. Just before he was about to round the corner toward the staircase that would lead him to the Main Hall, he was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of someone running toward him and yelling, "Hey! Wait! Please!"

Ron turned around to find that new Hufflepuff girl in Ginny's year that his sister had been bad-mouthing since the beginning of the term. Apparently in his sibling's own terms, 'She could be Lavender Brown reincarnated, that is if Lavender was dead.' Actually Ginny had said that had this Cecily girl been at Hogwarts her entire time at Wizarding school, she'd probably made Lavender look like a prude. Ron was just about to ask, with annoyance, what the bloody hell the girl wanted when he noticed the panic look on her face.

"Can I help you?"

"You're Ron Weasley aren't you?"

Ron felt his concern fade away quickly. Ginny had warned him that this new blonde girl had her eye on him. He was just about to tell her that he wasn't interested, when she threw him for a loop and asked, "You're a prefect, right?" This time she sounded on the verge of panic.

"Yeah. What's wrong?"

The girl grabbed him by the forearm and said, "You've got to help me. Please." Then she was dragging him down the hall back toward the Transfiguration's classroom. "Quick, it's in here."

He could feel his heart rate increasing and his body filled with adrenaline. He didn't know what he was about to find, but he pulled his wand for good measure. When the two of them burst into the empty classroom, however, it was just that…empty.

Again Ron repeated his question. "What's wrong?"

The girl took a deep breath and pointed toward the front of the classroom with the hand that wasn't currently wrapped around Ron's arm. "Up there. Behind the desk." She started to walk toward McGonagall's desk once again pulling Ron along with her.

Once more, his body began to fill with adrenaline giving him a feeling of urgency. Had it not been for his body's reactions to the excitement of possible danger, Ron would've noticed that it was odd that Cecily still had her body between his and the desk. In all the instances where Ron had seen girls ask for boys help in "fighting something scary", the girls had, if they even bothered to approach the area, kept behind boy.

As they reached the edge of the desk, the Hufflepuff started to lean forward slightly as to look on the other side. Ron was standing behind the girl at a further distance from the desk, but as he was a bit taller than the fifth-year, he assumed that he wouldn't have to get much closer, so he too started to lean forward as well.

It happened as quickly as lighting striking. One second Ron was leaning over the shoulder of the new girl to look behind his Professor and Head of House's desk at some unknown danger and the next second she had quickly turned so she was facing him, grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled his lips roughly to hers. Ron had been thrown off guard by the sudden change of position that his hands quickly fell upon the desk on each side of Cecily as he stopped himself from falling completely on top of her.

It took all of another second for his wits to come back to him and was about to pull away in disgust. However, that second wasn't quick enough when he heard the shrill-pitched voice of the room's proprietor.

"Ronald Weasley! You step away from that young witch this instance!"

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Before Ron could begin to reminisce on the lecture that followed, he ran into what felt like a brick wall and his arse hit the hard, wet ground.

"Bloody Hell!"

Ron realized that it wasn't just his voice that yelled the profanity. He looked toward the direction of the "wall" that he hit only to find his best mate on his arse on the wet ground as well. Ron jumped up and quickly helped to pull Harry to his feet as well.

"What are you doing out here, mate?" They both asked at the same time.

"Detention." Again at the same time.

"Detention?" They really had spent too much of their lives together. Ron laughed again at the timing of both of their words. Harry too let out a chuckle as they both raced up the stairs toward the front door of the castle.

Once inside, they both shook out their selves much like dogs do before casting a quick drying charm on themselves. As they passed the Great Hall on their way back to the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry asked again.

"Detention?"

"Yeah, it's a long story."

"So give me the quick version."

And so, Ron began a quick recap of the events that evening.

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"So was it at least a good snog?"

"Harry!" Ron shouted in disbelief even though he suddenly burst out laughing. "Well, I really wouldn't call it a snog. It was basically over before it started with McGonagall walking in and all. Plus, it's not like it was…."

Ron stopped abruptly looking at Harry with wide eyes at what he had just about admitted and to Harry of all people. Ron watched in horror as a mischievous smile began to spread across his friend's face; however, Harry just walked past Ron and toward the portrait of the Fat Lady. Ron was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when the word that left Harry's mouth wasn't the password.

"Hermione."

"What?" Ron spun around so that he was facing his best mate. "Harry, what …what are you talking, er, about?" Ron chuckled nervously. "Er, that's not…um…the password."

Again, Ron wanted to cringe at the evil grin on Harry's face. "No, it's who you would've rather been kissing."

Ron opened his mouth to start to denying the accusation with all his might, but just couldn't find the energy. The events of this day had him feeling completely drained. He let out a long sigh and his shoulders slumped in defeat. 'Maybe if you talk to someone about it, you'll feel better…even though it is Harry and he's never going to let you here the end of it.'

"Is it that obvious?" Ron's voice was just above a whisper. He cringed when Harry let out a deep laugh. Ron met Harry's eyes and before the other wizard could say anything, he said, "Please, Harry. Don't! This is hard enough as it is. I don't need you taking the mickey out on me!"

The look on Harry's face changed immediately to almost sympathetic. "It's not that obvious, but let's say that it doesn't surprise me. There has always been a special chemistry between you two."

"Do you hate me?"

Harry scoffed at him. "Why would I hate you, mate?"

"I don't know. I guess part of me just always assumed that you and Hermione would end up together. You know, the hero always seems to get the girl and the sidekick, either death or some sort of rare rash on his bollocks."

"Okay, first all I can say is…ewww!" Ron shot daggers at his friend. "I don't mean ewww 'cause it's Hermione, but ewww 'cause Hermione's like the sister I never had. And second, who says you're not the hero in this story Ron."

"Oh, please, Harry! Every wizard knows that you are and will always be the hero."

"Listen, Ron, hero or not…it's a mute point. If you're worried about what I think of the two of you getting together, don't. I don't know that I can picture either one of you with anyone else."

This time Ron scoffed at Harry. "Well, that's good to know, but I don't think you have to worry about us getting together. I think the way I've been treating her lately has ruined any minute chance that I may have had at one time."

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about that. Why the cold shoulder all of a sudden?"

Ron could feel the famous Weasley blush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks. "Long story, mate, and not one that I really feel like going into tonight, especially here out in the hallway."

"Alright, I can respect that."

Harry muttered the password to a very annoyed Fat Lady who'd been silently waiting for the two of them to decide to finally enter the Gryffindor Tower. Ron followed Harry through the portrait hole with a mumbled, "Sorry."

As the portrait was closing behind them, Ron asked, "Do you think Seamus pulled off his little poker night?"

Harry smirked and gave Ron a pointed look. "Do you honestly think that Hermione allowed it to happen?"

Ron chuckled and headed toward the corner of the Common Room that Seamus had indicated when telling his two roommates about the plans for the evening. Just before he and Harry crossed over the barrier that had been set up, Ron chuckled and said, "Hey, there's a first time for everything isn't there?"

The smile on Ron's face was wiped clean at the sight that greeted him as he stepped up to the table in the corner. Ron knew that his mouth was gaping open. He didn't even hear the first words that his roommate spoke, because he was trying to wrap his thoughts around the fact that Hermione hadn't only allowed the game of strip poker to commence….she was participating as well!

Ron was further shocked when he watched Hermione throw herself into Harry's arms and wrap her legs around his waist. Had the two not just had the discussion about Harry and Hermione and the prospect of there ever being a thing between them, Ron would've probably had to cause bodily harm to The-Boy-Who-Lived-Only-To-Be-Throttled-By-His-Best-Mate.

However, when Harry's hands grabbed onto Hermione's arse to steady the two of them, Ron couldn't help the profanity that he muttered under his breath.

"What the fuck?"

Ron was relieved that Harry quickly disengaged Hermione from his body as quickly as he could and pushed her out to arms length for a better look. Just as Harry asked the question, the thought crossed Ron's thoughts. 'Bloody hell, she's drunk!'

"Just some of Finnigan's Famous," Ron heard the Irishman answer Harry's question.

This time Ron's voice was loud and strong when he said, "Dammit, Seamus, what the bloody hell were you thinking giving her that shite to drink?"

"Honestly, Ronald! I'm a big girl now and can make my own drink choices. You're acting like he poured it down my throat. Well for your information…"

Ron could see that Hermione's rant was just gaining steam, so he was quite thankful when Harry diffused the situation. However, when he heard that Hermione had willingly drank something with alcohol in it, he wished that she had continued on her rant. No, he didn't want to hear that she was participating in this on her own free will. Hermione didn't do things like this…not his Hermione anyway. His Hermione read obscenely thick tomes and revised her essays and made outlines and study schedules. His Hermione most definitely didn't play strip poker nor did she drink alcoholic beverages. He was just about ready to scream at the top of his lungs 'What have you people done with MY Hermione?' when he heard Seamus say his name.

He turned his attention to his roommate and was just about to ask him what he had just said when Hermione started walking toward Seamus. Before Ron knew what was happening, she had grabbed onto the other boy's shirt and was starting to lift it off of him.

"Hermione?" Ron was nearly dumbfounded.

Ron didn't even register the words that she said to the Irishman because he couldn't get his mind past how deep and sultry her voice sounded. He felt his heart rate start to increase and felt the beginning of his arousal starting to strain against his jeans. Just when he didn't think that this night could get any worse, Seamus leaned forward and kissed the tip of Hermione's nose and began to flirt with her.

Arousal was the furthest thing from Ron's mind as he felt anger flood his entire being. At this point all he wanted to do was to begin to rip his roommate limb by limb. He looked to Harry to hold him back from doing anything that would get him not only expelled but thrown in Azkaban as well, when it occurred to him that his best mate had deserted him. When Ron turned his focus back on the two across the room from him, he noticed that Hermione was smirking at him. 'It's almost like she's purposely trying to hack me off.'

Ron was just thinking that he really just needed to pull Hermione away from all this, have the row to end all rows, let her get whatever she needed to off her chest and then be done with all this nonsense. But then Ron was seeing red once again as Seamus stepped up behind his Hermione and pulled her body close. When the other wizard said, "Why don't you sit that pretty little arse of yours back down so I can get you out of your shirt," Ron couldn't help the snarl that erupted from deep in his gut.

Ron felt somewhat comforted that he had heard a similar sound coming from Lavender. He had thought that her relationship with Seamus was going hot-n-heavy once again. Apparently the other Sixth year witch wasn't very pleased with the events that were conspiring either.

"So, Weasley, you in?" Seamus asked as he returned to his seat and picked up the deck of cards to shuffle.

Ron locked eyes with Hermione. Oh there was no way in hell that he was going to just leave her down here alone with Seamus. No, Ron was definitely going to fight tooth and nail to preserve Hermione's innocence because he just knew that come morning she was going to be absolutely appalled by her actions on this night.

Ron threw himself into the chair next to Neville and through clenched teeth said, "Yeah, I'm in."

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As it was nearing about a quarter 'til one in the morning, the game was down to Ron, Hermione and that traitorous wanker that Ron had decided better learn how to sleep with one eye open. Ron had paid little attention to anything that was going on around him other than the watchful eye that he was keeping on the couple that was sitting across the table from him. Ron had only been partially aware of Dean's departure, of Neville passing out with a thud of his head to the table top, of Colin and the two Fifth year tarts moving their own little not-so-private party to the sofa, or to Lavender running toward the girl's dormitory in tears and Parvati following closely behind her.

Ron was, however, completely aware when Lavender lost her bra and sat there at the table in all her glory. He was a sixteen-year-old bloke, after all. Ron had seen topless women before, in those dirty magazines his older brothers had passed down from one to another; however, this was the first time that he'd seen one in the flesh, so to say. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you want to look at it, Ron didn't have time to start to even get slightly aroused, because not mere seconds after Lavender was bare breasted, Seamus was running his finger under Hermione's bra strap and asking for a look at her. Ron began to wonder how long he was going to be able to sit motionless watching the wanker with his Hermione before he threw himself over the table and attempted to rip the little arse's head off.

However, after Lavender ran off in tears, Seamus turned his attention back to the game at hand. Currently, Ron was thankful that he had not been drinking that "Famous" punch, because it allowed him to keep his wits about him. Dean kept going on about how Ron had beginner's luck or something like that. No, Ron just wasn't drunk like the rest of the lot so he had sense enough to fold when he wasn't at least eighty percent sure that he had the best hand.

Of course, there had been a few hands that he had played that didn't turn out the way he wanted and that is why he had lost his jumper, his T-shirt and his shoes. The last thirty minutes or so he had been playing a little more cautiously because he was down to just his socks, which he was told had to be removed as a pair, and his trousers and that was it. Yes, that's right, Ronald Weasley was going "commander" or something like that. He'd heard one of the blokes in the Twins year talking about it one time. There was no way that Ron was going to risk losing his jeans.

Ron was thankful that he had Seamus and his anger toward the other boy, because it kept Ron's hormones in control so that Ron had only got semi-hard when Hermione had removed her T-shirt and Ron got his first look at her cleavage, and there seemed to masses and masses of it. Of course some completely inappropriate comment made by the Irish wizard worked to quickly change his arousal to anger.

Ron felt another wave of intense anger wash over him as Seamus sat down after removing his trousers. However, his roommate didn't sit down fast enough and Ron got a much-unwanted look at the tent in the other boy's boxer shorts. Ron was both sickened and infuriated at how Seamus was obviously getting off on his little actions with Hermione. Ron had reached across the table and grabbed the cards as his soon-to-be dead mate started groping his best female mate and whispering endearments into her ear.

Ron was just about to stand and pull Hermione away from the wanker, when Hermione's eyes fell shut; her head lulled back in ecstasy and a slight moan escaped her parted lips. Ron's jeans suddenly became very tight as he watched her nipples harden and press against the fabric of her bra, right before his eyes. 'Oh, dear Merlin! She's aroused. My Hermione is randy and wanton and not with me.'

That thought alone was enough to relieve some of the strain against the crotch of his trousers. He needed to put a stop to this now while he still could. Ron was pleased to watch Seamus and Hermione jump apart as he slammed the deck of cards. "I think it's time to call it a night."

"G'Night then," was the only response that he got out of Hermione before she turned her attention back to Seamus.

'And she has the nerve to call me infuriating!'

Ron walked around the table, and just as it appeared that the other boy was leaning in to give his Hermione the kiss that Ron should've been giving her, Ron grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her to her feet.

"Hermione, I think it's time you call it a night."

Ron prepared himself for the row that followed, but was silently disappointed when all she did was jerk her arm out of his grasp and spat, "Maybe, I don't want to call it a night, yet, Ronald!"

Well at least she was using his given name so he knew that she was thoroughly hacked off. Ron grabbed her arm again and attempted to pull her away from the other bloke. "Maybe I don't want you to do anything else stupid tonight."

"Stupid! You're calling me stupid, Ronald? Isn't that like the kettle calling the pot black? At least, I'm not stupid enough to get caught snogging in an empty classroom. By the way, how was detention? Surely nowhere near as much fun was what you were doing to get that detention."

Ron felt like his veins had suddenly been filled with ice water. His stomach churned and he thought he was going to be sick. He should've known that it was inevitable that Hermione would hear about what had happened with that Hufflepuff trollop. He had kinda hoped that he could've explained it to her, and Harry too of course so that he didn't have to be alone with Hermione. He knew that if she heard it from anyone else, she would misunderstand what had happened. Apparently he was right.

His heart began to break as he saw the tears starting to fill her eyes. Once again he had managed to make Hermione cry. However, after her next comment, he felt quite a bit less remorse.

"Tell me, Ron, had McGonagall not caught you, would you have taken the little slag right there on the Professor's desk? Maybe that you could've gotten right on the first time, but I hardly doubt it."

Ron clenched and unclenched his fist as Seamus began to laugh and make his way over toward Hermione once more.

"I think you've said enough, Hermione. I also think you need to sober up." He then pulled his wand out of his back pocket. As the plan formed in his head, he was really surprised at himself for not thinking to use the Charm in previous rows. I guess maybe he figured that he could only match Hermione magically when she was three sheets to the wind.

Hermione started to spout off some comment that she must've thought was quite witty, by the look on her face anyway, but about mid sentence he calmly said, "Silencio," and completed the proper wand movement. This time Ron just stood there smirking at her as the events of the last few seconds processed in her liquor addled brain.

Then she was suddenly stamping her feet and flailing her arms and her mouth was moving in what would've been one heck of a row, had there been any sound to what she was saying. Ron couldn't help but comment on the situation.

"You know, maybe I should have thought to do that years ago. Would've saved the Gryffindors a lot of headaches from listening to us row all the time." He chuckled softly.

He was shocked when Hermione decided on a physical assault since a verbal one was useless. She stomped his left foot with the heel of one of hers and pushed hard against his chest. Ron barely faltered and chuckled again.

"Ow, Hermione! Not only are you a randy drunk, you're a mean one as well. Time to get sober, young lady."

Ron had decided that he was going to diffuse the situation that had been unfolding by removing Seamus from the situation. However, after Hermione's little outburst of physical abuse, Ron decided that he'd use the method on her that he'd once seen his mother do on a seventeen-year-old Charlie when he'd come home completely pissed from a graduation party a couple nights after returning from his seventh year at Hogwarts.

In one quick scoop, Ron had Hermione over his shoulder with a tight grasp across her bare thighs, which he tried not to think about, and had pocketed his wand once more. Of course, for her part, Hermione was desperately trying to kick at no avail so she resorted to pounding his back with her fists. He was just about to make his way to the staircase to the boy's dormitories when Seamus decided he needed to speak up and attempt to be manly.

"What the hell are you doing, Weasley? It looked like Granger was perfectly happy with where she was and what she was doing."

Ron turned to face the other boy. "She is not yours to use, Finnigan. Especially not after you get her drunk. If I ever catch you doing this with her again, you'll regret it."

"Well, you know, Weasley, she's not yours either. You always do this. You always think you have to step up and be the knight in bloody shining armor rescuing the bloody damsel in distress. But maybe you're the one that causes her the most distress, Weasley. May you should just back off and give a bloke a chance. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself tonight with me on her own accord for the matter. Maybe she realized that I'd be willing to give her something that you aren't willing to give her."

Ron didn't know what about Seamus' little ramble had rubbed a raw nerve, but what he said snapped what little resolve he'd held onto all night. Without a second thought, he gave the other bloke a nice right hook across the jaw, which caused him to fall to the floor with a thud. He quickly smirked at the boy, swore under his breath ("arsehole") then headed up the stairs to the boy's dorms.

Of course, Hermione didn't go without a fight. She continued her squirming and at one point even smacked him in the back of the head. Ron was trying to a great extent not to think about the feel of Hermione's nearly naked body against his naked upper body. Quite a few inappropriate thoughts began to run through his head and he decided that beginning tomorrow he was going to have to avoid any alone time with Hermione at any cost.

"For Merlin's sake, 'Mione, stop struggling! You want me to drop you?" The comment earned him another smack on the back of the head, but thankful at that point her body went limp. Ron wasn't sure whether she had just given up the fight or had passed out.

He had thought that if she stopped squirming around on his shoulder that he'd be able to concentrate on the task at hand and not on the feel of her body. As always, though, he was horribly wrong, so when he arrived at the landing to the Second year's dorms, he decided that their lavatory would work just as well as the Sixth year's.

He entered the loo, locked, sealed and silenced the room. He muttered the incantation to light the room and them moved deeper into the interior toward the shower stalls. He stopped at the first one, threw back the shower curtain, turned on the cold water before throwing a still silenced Hermione under the spray. In the process of trying to escape the cold water, she lost her footing and hit the floor on her bum.

Ron was almost amused by the sight, until she quickly scooted back in the corner of the stall, cowering. He didn't need there to be any sound coming from her to know that she was now sobbing uncontrollably. Once again, Ronald Weasley managed to be the world's biggest prat.

"Dammit." Ron drew his wand, pointed it at Hermione and said, "Finite Incantatum." As he pocketed his wand, he watched her pull her knees to her chest and bury her face in her hands. His heart shattered at the sight and at the fact that he had yet again managed to bugger things up between the two of them.

Before he was really thinking about what he was doing, he was on the floor next to her and pulling her onto his lap and into a hug. He'd never been good with any crying girl, let alone a crying Hermione, but this seemed all so natural for some reason. Within seconds, she had buried her face in his chest and continued to sob. Ron felt tears start to sting his eyes so he buried his face into her unruly curls and kissed the top of her head, which made her cry even harder.

In that moment, he resolved that he would never be anything more to Hermione than Ronald Weasley, King of Breaking Hearts.

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Well hope this chapter was worth the wait. I apologize for being so slow in updating. You all were probably cursing me much like I do some of my favorite author's when they take entirely too long to update.

The next chapter (yet to be written) will be the last in this story. We'll finally find out why Ron has been avoiding Hermione and, of course, they'll be lots of sweet goodness!

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