Chapter 8
Well, here it is, final chappie (don't worry – there is an epilogue!) And I'm sorry to say it's not going to be the longest one ever, but pretty short. And it's not that sad/ drama/ angsty, so sorry if you like that sort of stuff! A big thank you to everyone who reviews and you guys make my day! Can we see if we can make it to... 30 reviews by the end of the epilogue? That would make me extra happy, and make me want to write my next story quicker. But more of that after the chap. Anyway... enjoy!
(Ron's pov. The next morning – and don't forget, he doesn't know that Hermione's in the room next door!)
I woke up early that morning. I had an awful sleep. I remember having dreams, but I don't remember what was in them (A/N: I get that all the time, don't you?). I sat up quickly and my head spun. I lent back slowly on my bed, prepared to go to sleep again.
Then I sat bolt upright and remembered why I wasn't feeling so well. Hermione came over last night. My head spun more than it did earlier. Hermione was here and she told me about Malfoy (the thought of it made me clench my hands and want to hunt him down and hurt him). And she said... she said that she loved me.
I ran my hand through my hair. Loved. Past tense. What if she woke up this morning and decided she didn't love me anymore. What if she hated me for rejecting her?
Then I remembered why I rejected her. I felt sick, and drunk some water which I had conjured from my wand.
I sat down and I thought. I really thought. We had both been through so much. We had both suffered so much pain. Maybe I suffered first, but in the end what does it matter? We both love each other, or, at least I know I love her. A lot. I thought some more.
What was the one thing I wanted in the world? I knew the answer; to be with her – to hold her in my arms and to kiss her; to live with her in our own apartment someday; to propose and marry her someday in the future; to have clever children with big bushy ginger hair. I wanted that more than the pain I was going through – and I didn't want her to suffer either.
Then I made a giant mistake, haven't I? I let her go! She slipped through my fingers! I had her in my arms, and then I blew her off.
My dizziness was replaced quickly by panic. What if I never saw her again? I changed as quickly as I could (which wasn't very fast as it was quite early in the morning), and I ran downstairs, and made to grab my coat in the kitchen.
"Whatever's the rush, darling?" Mum said, cooking, as per usual.
"I need to find Hermione," I said quickly, grabbing an apple. I may be on the rush for the object of my affection, but it doesn't make me any less hungry.
"Well, you won't find her out there," my mum chuckled, whilst I was becoming more and more agitated.
"Cheers," I said sarcastically, putting on my coat. I only had one sleeve in when my mum talked again.
"Don't take that tone with me, young man," my mum said. "If you knocked on the bedroom door nicely, I'm sure she'd let you in."
What? What in Merlin's name was she talking about?
"Huh?" I said, like the idiot I am, letting the coat fall off of me.
"Honey, I can't spell it out any easier than this. She – will – open – the – door – if – you – ask – nicely. Now, go on upstairs and ask her like a gentleman."
She was upstairs? Why didn't she say so?
I ran up the stairs and came to an abrupt halt outside of the guest room door, breathing hard. I held my hand up to knock on the door, but I froze. What if she doesn't like me like that anymore? I brought my hand back as if to knock it and froze again.
Where's that Gryffindor courage? I asked myself. My stupid answer was 'on holiday', but I knew that wouldn't help. I calmed myself down, and I was about to knock on the door, when I froze again, and the door opened for me, and there stood Hermione. My Hermione.
"I, er... Ron, you should, um..." was her cunning greeting, but I held her chin up to my face and looked into her eyes. And that was all it took. One look. And I knew. I just had to tell her.
"I'm... I'm ready," I said, still looking into her eyes. And she did the thing I hoped she would – smile.
I wasted no time in kissing her, having wanted this for so long. I savoured everything; the way her lips felt on mine, her body pressed against me, but most of all the fact that it was Mione.
We broke apart, grinning like maniacs, noses still touching.
"I am so, so sorry," Mione whispered.
"No talking," I whispered to her, and believe me – talking was not the thing we did most of that weekend...
(A/N) I am so so sorry that this chap is so short! I've had it like this for day now, and I keep trying to think of ways to make it longer, but I must have writer's block – my mind is utterly blank! I thought of something to go in the chap, but I decided to put that in the epilogue instead.
Plus, I thought you'd like an update asap. R & R as per usual! I love you all!
Ooh, and don't forget that there will be an epilogue! Don't just never come back! And I have an idea for another story, too, so watch out for that. And a last favour; if you really liked this story, tell people about it.
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