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AUTHOR'S NOTE:: Right, sorry it took awhile, but been super busy with family obligations I am sure you have all experienced them of some kind. So if you guys have suggestions you can email me at , sorry for the inconvenience hope this makes you happy. Promise more cuteness next chapter. Its gonna be Ron and Camile. Language barriers and all. Yes thanks to all the people that reviewed it.

Ron sat in his London apartment surrounded by half filled bottles, empty bottles and broken ones. He laid in his wrinkle tux starring at the ceiling.

He was pondering.

Pondering about his life, his family and most of all his friends, he wanted to know what had gone wrong the night before, why Harry and Hermione both took off. He woke up on the floor of some grand hall, not remembering what had happened. He flooed home cause of the alcohol content of his blood, and well he could hardly stand upright let alone remember how to aparate. He found the nearest fireplace and slept off the booze.

"I don't understand." He thought to himself. The two seemed so near each other.

The thing about Ron Weasley is when he disappears from the limelight; he is gone and doesn't know anything of what is going on either. Or we could just say Camile really did a number on his heart.

He watched the whole night how attentive Harry was towards Hermione. How his hand was always near her. Ron had never seen that before. He always thought there was something between them, but well they were best friends. He himself thought of Hermione like that but then there was Lavender.

They had many wonderful times in broom closets.

'Now Lavender, she knew what to do with her tongue.' Ron chuckled to himself. He sat staring at the wall now thinking it might move, but it never did. 'Camile was always better.'

Camile, at least seventy things that morning had reminded him of her. The way her blonde hair bounced in her eyes. The smell of her lotion. Apricots reminded him of her fingernails. After they had gotten together, she didn't want to betray her team, but she wanted to cheer him on, so she painted her fingers an orangish tint as a tribute to the Chudley Cannons, and if people asked about her choice in color. She would explain, "Because apricots are my favorite fruit."

Yes she did do a number on him, he even agreed with his brothers who saw him a week ago.

But they didn't know Camile like he did. She was the one person that punched him and it would hurt. The one person that could out eat him. The one person that made his heart flop even when they were walking down the road. She was the one.

The one..

"The one and only for me." Ron said aloud. That's when he made his decision. He jumped up and rushed about the apartment looking for travel bags and clothes. "I'm not ready to give up yet Camile."

"Harry!" Ron shouted in Harry's town house. "Where are you mate!" He ran up the stairs to find Harry sitting in Hermione's room. "You just wake up?"

"What do you want?" Harry asked grumpily and massaging his face.

"Not your morning ay mate." Ron chuckled. "Well I made the decision. I'm gonna go find her."

"What?" Harry asked standing up.

"I have to, she means so much to me Harry." Ron said. "I'm not ready to give up yet."

"She left Ron." Harry said looking about the room.

"I know, but I'm gonna find her and tell her again and again." Ron said holding up his bags. "I'm all packed and ready to leave. I think I'm gonna search France, she loves it there."

"Yes." Harry said gritting his teeth.

"Harry mate, you alright." Ron asked. "I'm gonna find her mate and bring her home to live with me."

"What?"

"Well it would make sense, I want her with me all the time." Ron said. "I know it will be hard with my training schedules and her schedules but I'm sure we will manage to do some fun stuff. If you know what I mean."

"Yes." Harry said he was sitting back down again his hands holding on the bed frame and his knuckles were turning white. Ron was going to find Hermione and profess his love to her. He couldn't let him do this. He loved Hermione. But Ron was his best mate.

His best mate, or his only chance for true love and a life of happiness.

"Harry, snap out of it." Ron said shaking Harry's shoulder. "You kind of blanked out for a moment."

"Uh, what?' Harry said shifting away.

"You left me for a moment." Ron said. "But anyway I want her, and I wanted to tell you that she is the one for me."

That was it.

"Get out of my house." Harry glared at Ron. Ron was on cloud nine, but this demand from his best friend made him fall and hit earth at fifty thousand miles per hour. He looked at Harry; he looked horrible, like he had slept on the floor last night. Hell Ron himself looked much better then Harry.

Harry had this sinking look. Like he just lost the world cup. Harry has been in the World Cup match before, and this was not what he looked like when he won. He looked like the other guy slinking off into the background while Harry's team and fans crowded the field.

What Harry looked like was the last night at Hogwarts. Harry moped around the common room and the boy's dorm until Hermione made him walk go outside to get some sunshine.

"All you need Harry is some sunshine." Hermione said patting his back and pulling him out of the portrait. Harry was hesitant but he followed diligently. He would rather be pulled to the grounds then suffer the wrath of Hermione Granger.

"Hermione I don't want to go outside." Harry whined as she pulled him down flights of stairs and through the halls. His feet followed memorized at the path they were taking. He knew this place inside and out; yet every year he would always get lost always once.

"Harry you will regret it if you don't." Hermione said and pulled him through the hall way out the great doors and onto the grounds. The Hogwarts grounds were looking magnificent this year. Flowers and the shrubbery were in all forms and colors. The lake was refreshing as always, students laid about the grass, scattered in no sort of pattern. S

Most soaking up the rays of the sun. Also most were 7th years, all excited to leave and start lives. Some were a bit apprehensive but a heavy weight had been lifted off their shoulders.

Its been said that you seventh year at Hogwarts you age ten years physically your first semester and twenty the next, if you are taking N.E.W.T classes, Harry was taking four N.E.W.T. level classes, Herboligy, Potions Transfiguration and D.A.D.A. he was also taking secret courses of Occulmency and advance training in fighting and such. Teachers such as Shaklebolt, Moody, and Tonks came and challenged Harry at dueling. Harry challenged teachers at the school as well. He gave Mcgonnagal a black eye when eh beat her. Professor Sinastra had a broken arm and several bruises covering his body. Dumbledore's hat was torn into shreds and lost half of his beard length after Harry sent a burning hex his way.

His most favorite duel was with Snape. Snape fought dirty, throwing dark magic into the mix, but Harry who studies extensively in the library of Grimmald Place about Dark Arts, he had a few tricks up his sleeve for this hated professor.

Snape left with snakes for hair, a rhinoceros nose, and gills all over his body. Oh yes Snape had to be transported out by a magic stretcher after Harry finished him off.

Ron howled for weeks whenever he saw Snape.

He could only not beat two people. Professor Flitwick, and Hermione. The charms professor was a little rusty but he seemed to channel his rage from all the years of students on Harry, and Harry finally let go of his wand when Flitwick sent him a very strong summoning charm. He also was sporting a charred face and a couple of cracked ribs.

Hermione beat him every time. She was just that good and quick. She liked to do complicated spells that Harry didn't know the counter charm to. She wouldn't take it off either.

They always had fun in those duels.

"Harry are you there?" Hermione asked snapping her fingers. He snapped out and smiled at her. "What?"

"Wanna duel for old times sake?" He challenged.

"What? Duel here?" Hermione asked glancing around at all the students.

"Yeah in font of everyone, like a show for them to enjoy." He said standing up and pulling her with. "We don't have to, I mean if you are to scared to lose and all."

"I'm not afraid to lose." She admitted.

"Hermione quit being flobberworm and duel Harry so we can watch him get creamed." Ron smiled and they both glared at him.

"Ok, then."

They began dueling.

Hexes, charms, curses and about everything else was exchanged between the two. Students started to crowd them watching as the battle got even more fierce. Harry had transfigured a Bogart and it changed into Hermione's worse nightmare. Mcgonnagal handing her a big fat Fail for her N.E.W.T.'s/

"That was below the wand Harry." Hermione said yelling riddkulus and banishing it away from the circle. She turned about, but Harry had always disillusioned himself. Ever since his fifth year trip to Grimmald place he took pleasure in the charm. He could escape without Hermione or Ron noticing.

She saw his shadow because of the light. She sent a slapping charm and whack echoed into the mountains. Harry fell onto his back and Hermione made him appear. "Oh I'm sorry Harry."

Harry struck her with a tripping charm and she ended lying next to him.

"Hermione." He said trying to catch his breath from the fall. "Lets call it a tie." He said muttering the counter curse for the tripping charm. Hermione laid quietly thinking over the words. Admit defeat to Potter. NEVER! She rolled to her side looking at him.

"You know what I think Harry?" Hermione said smiling seductively. A few girls sent her glares. She reached forward, he still lost in her look, and she grabbed the wand and stood up. "I think I just won Potter."

Memory Over.

Ron stood looking at Harry. "What do you mean Harry?"

"Get out of my house, she left you Ron, You ruined it, you always ruin it." Harry yelled.

"You are right, I did ruin it. I opened my big fat mouth, but still it doesn't change the way I feel about her." Ron fought. He loved Camile, he opened his big fat mouth about the wrong thing at the wrong moment.

"Yeah she left because of you." Harry said sitting on Hermione's bed.

"What's it to you anyway?" Ron asked.

"I care about her too Ron." Harry said, he loved Hermione, he wanted Ron to know that. He wanted to tell Ron that. "You don't deserve a girl like that. She is so special, you fucked up your chance."

"I know, but I want another." Ron pleaded. "I never knew you cared about her."

"Well I do. I care for her a lot." Harry tried to persuade Ron.

"But, Harry." Ron said. "You only met Camile once."

"Camile?" Harry asked. "What do you mean Camile? You are in love with Hermione." Ron started to laugh and Harry glared at him. Ron sat next to Harry on the bed.

"Mate I'm not talking about Hermione, I'm talking about patching things up with Camile." Ron laughed. "I love her, not Hermione."

"But you were talking about going after her." Harry said pointing to the bags.

"Yeah, Camile went off with some friends to get away from me." Ron said. "Why would I go looking for Hermione, I would just have to come here right?" Ron didn't know. "Say where is Hermione?"

"She left." Harry said lacking emotion in his voice.

"What?!" Ron yelped. "What did you do?" This time Harry started laughing.

"What did I do?" Harry laughed maliciously. "You ask me what did I do, hmm I don't know, it was you and your drunken ass. You pulled Hermione aside and started professing your love to her. She ran back to the house, where I followed to find her packing his stuff."

"Oh mate, I don't love her." Ron said. "Where did she go?"

"No clue, she put a body bind on me." Harry said. "She apparated away."

"Well go find her Harry."

"She doesn't want me." Harry said looking into his hands.

"Mate, go find her. You wont survive without her."