A/N: Hello fellow readers! I'm sorry for not posting this as soon as I could! I was sick for a week, feeling like complete shit. I hope you guys like this chapter because this is yet another, 'the feels are too real' chapter for you guys! I'm sorry if last chapter seemed a bit too unexpected, but I promise you that it's leading up to something. Anyways, thanks to WeasleyIsMyKing540, JeanAndBilius, HeRonLove, loverhr, fons19, ScarletProphecy14, and minecraftgraces for your splendid reviews!

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Chapter 44 ~ Reconciliation

Ron had never felt so regretful and ashamed of himself in his whole life. He sat on his orange covers, staring at the soft carpet, unblinking. He held onto the necklace she, Hermione, was going to plan and give him to make their relationship official. He thought it was so cute and thoughtful of her to do something like that.

No one ever did anything that special to him when it came to presents.

Ron ran his lean fingers through his ginger hair in frustration. He groaned out with misery. If he wasn't so overprotective, none of this wouldn't have had happened.

His face was contorted with self-hatred that could kill. He started to feel his claws appearing; he felt his teeth sharpening. His eyes glowed red, as he started to demolish everything in sight. His razor sharp claws ripped through the bed sheets, curtains, pillows, desk, and wall in half. He punched the chair, making a loud sound that would have alerted everyone in the mansion. He crouched on his knees, sniffing the room to find himself to find the necklace again.

His winced in sadness at the animating picture of his supposed ex-girlfriend.

He howled to the moon, making it echo throughout the mundane halls. His pose hung still for a minute, until he stood there, motionless.

Eventually, Ron leaned his head against the post of the bed, as he sat on the soft carpet that surrounded his room. He felt cold and unresponsive in an instant. The Weasley hid his face from the world, feeling too ashamed to even see himself in the mirror. He must've looked absolutely mental.

Came morning, everyone was mumbling about Ron's change in behavior the past couple of days before Harry's arrival. Hermione seemed more distant, not willing to engage any intriguing conversations with anyone like she usually did. Ron was another story. He was outside near the willow tree, staring blankly into nothingness. Everyone in the household knew that they must've gotten in a pretty harsh row if it's been that long since they gave each other the cruel silent treatment.

Even if they were distant, most of everyone would go to comfort Hermione about whatever she was crying about, though not Ron.

Whenever someone attempted to comfort Ron, he would push them away, mumbled something under his breath as the person would leave. Not even Molly could comfort her own son. It seemed as though he wasn't the little bubbly boy she raised. She remembered how he would always spread joy, when he was little at around the ages he didn't act like a hormonally fueled teenager.

"Ronnie," came the soft voice of Molly, giving this comfort plan another go. "Please, what's the matter?"

"GO AWAY!" he bellowed at his mother.

From the ajar door, she could see him in his broken room that was nothing but smashing and ripped furnitures. He was in the corner of the room, his fringe hiding his bloodshot eyes. She knew it was unhealthy for Ron to be apart from Hermione for long periods of time. She wondered when he would truly lose his mind.

"I know you know it's unhealthy to not be around her for this long, Ron," she replied in a stern voice. "It would be wise for you to explain now!"

"Fine," he said darkly.

He stood from gloomy corner and slowly walked up to his mother. As he approached her, she couldn't help but to feel terrified of the state of his being. There were bags under his now dull, lifeless eyes that didn't sparkle with hope. His hair was unkempt, sticking out all over the place. He looked like a broken man.

"I need her. I care about her. I want her," Ron spilled out briskly. "I harmed her."

Just like that, he shut the door at his mother's shocked face.

It was the day before Harry's arrival. Everyone was busy around the mansion, tidying the living room and kitchen up a bit. However, the two lovebirds had never made up yet. It felt rather dull to not see them bickering or talking and laughing with each other around like they always do. It was a pain for everyone to see them apart as well.

Remus and Sirius were always wary of Ron, not knowing when he would go beast mode at any second. Ron knew for a fact that they would always be on alert, so he would usual digress the action in transforming and taking a stroll around the thick woods.

As Ron sat around the long table to eat his dinner, he was hearing the Order's discussion with intent.

"You-Know-Who has plans for Harry," Sirius started.

"And Ron," Remus added, giving Ron a quick smile, even though he displayed no emotion for a response.

"He's just came back from the dead. He's vulnerable for now, though he's going to recruit members, obviously for power. He's already got the Malfoys. The no way in hell that he wouldn't go after the Lestranges," Sirius said.

"Language!" Molly scolded him, making him roll his eyes.

After a drift of silence and conversations, everyone was about to call it day and leave. Not until the youngest Weasley of the sons spoke out.

"He wants me," came the low voice of Ron. "He wants me too."

The Order and everyone looked at him in disbelief and perplexity. Their conversations died out in an instant. Everyone but Hermione, who knew what he was talking about. She ducked her face a bit from the revelation, making her eyes become suddenly interested at her pair of knitted socks.

"What are you talking about?" his father inquired.

"He visits me in my dreams at times. It started since the near end of fourth year," he grumbled.

"W-why didn't you tell any of us, Ronnie?" Molly breathed out. "D-did Hermione or Harry know about this already?"

All eyes were on Hermione's beet red face. Ron sensed how embarrassed and guilty she felt, making him have a great rush to protect her.

"Don't bring her along into this mess!" he snapped at his parents. "Leave her alone!"

His parents looked at him with shock, especially Hermione. She had never heard that tone of him for a while. Her chocolate brown eyes softened up to him, thankful that he came in. Their eyes met. They hadn't given such obliging eye contact in what seemed like centuries. Love could be seen deep into their eyes, which sparkled with ignited hope. If they could, they would've hugged each other.

After all, he was her knight in shining armor.

"Ronald Weasley!" his thoughts were teared up by his mother's ringing voice. "How dare you speak back to us!"

He growled out animalistically, "I'm leaving!"

Ron stood from his chair, roughly pushing his chair back. He stormed out of the kitchen with savage eyes and a breathing pattern that could blow the whole house down. Hermione tip toed her way to him, gently grabbing onto his forearm.

"Thank you," she said in a soft voice.

His hostile stance softened at her touch.

"It's nothing," he whispered and went off.

It was night and surprisingly, everyone was asleep. Everyone but Hermione Granger herself. She had plentiful of restless nights at Hogwarts, but these nights were abnormally different. She would contemplate and replay the row she had with Ron, which resulted them in giving each other the cold shoulder. Hermione would always wonder what would've happened if they didn't have that row. Would they have kissed already?

She blushed at the thought. Who would've thought of the day Hermione Granger would think about kissing instead of reading? The things Ronald Weasley could do to you.

The Gryffindor sighed out at the name. Even after her thoughts had died out, she was still awake. She couldn't get the fierce look off of Ron's face. He looked so Ron-like at that moment. The Ron she came to love and adore so much that that thought could literally melt her like icecream.

She then, decided to head downstairs for a cup of tea. Hermione looked up to see Ginny sounding asleep, making the breath she held blow out. She slipped her bare feet into her slippers and went heading downstairs. She made sure at every step, that no one was watching her or had caught her.

With success, she arrived there and made herself a cup of herbal tea. The warm tea engulfed her with renewed energy. She breathed out with relief; she sat over at the ottoman near the vast living room. She looked around the clean room, feeling welcomed, even though behind one of the curtains was Sirius Black's mother, who would yell out with a death defying sherik that nearly made her lose her hearing.

As she sipped her tea, she heard someone's footsteps coming down the stairs.

Instinctively, she ducked behind the couch, awaiting for the mysterious person to descend down the stairs. Her chocolate brown eyes caught a tall figure making it's way downstairs. Her eyes widened a bit at who she knew was there downstairs with her without probably knowing. The lantern lightened at the entrance of none other than Ron Weasley.

She breathing became shaky at the sight of him. His hair was sticking all over the place, and his breathing was erratic yet heavy. She caught a glimpse of his crazed look, making her worried for his sane. She could hear him growling and mumbling under his breathing, making her scared of him.

"I'm so fucking stupid," he talked to himself. "So fucking stupid."

He opened the fridge Arthur placed in the kitchen to grab out a piece of raw pork. He gobbled and ripped it till it looks unrecognizable. Hermione went back to think of what she had just saw. He was guilt of his action! Then, why hadn't he apologize to her yet?

"Who's there?" came Ron's low, menacing voice.

Hermione covered her mouth, taking shaky breathes.

"Come out coward!" he growled out, sniffing the air to detect the person who was hiding.

Ron spotted the cup of tepid tea. He sniffed it, picking up a scent of vanilla. He looked around the room with narrow eyes, sniffing the air around him, smelling the vanilla with another scent.

"I said, come out. You won't like me, when I'm frustrated," he growled out.

Should she come out?

"Ron-"

"Gotcha!" he pounced on Hermione, making her yelp out.

It took him a second to see who the figure was in front of him. He quickly stood from their awkward position to see Hermione's widened eyes.

"Holy shit! Hermione!" he gasped. "I didn't - I - I almost-"

"It's alright," she approached him and tiptoed a bit to cup his face gently. "It's alright."

"N-no - not it's not," he pushed her away from him to sit on the couch with his hand on his face. "I almost harmed you again."

Hermione went to sit next to him, "But you didn't."

"I could've," he countered.

The two of them sat in silence. They looked at the opposite of each other, avoiding all eye contact. To break the awkward silence, he tried to hold her hand to reassure her, but she flinch at the contact, making him feel ashamed of his action.

"I didn't mean that. That was just instincts," she apologized to him with sincerity.

"It's alright. I understand," he responded.

They gazed at each other's eyes with genuine love. Her eyes sparkled with hope, as his crystal blue eyes were glistening with a beg of forgiveness of his action. He held her hand into his, she accepted without hesitation. They looked at each other or a long time, until she finally hugged.

There they laid in each other's arms, safe and sound. His strong arms engulfed her with warmth, as her small, soft figure gave him enough comfort for him to feel sane again. They snuggled with each other without a care. After a little while, she started to shake in accordance with her sobs.

"Shh.. Shh.. It's alright, my love. It's alright," he said in a soothingly calm voice.

"I love you," she sobbed.

"I love you too, 'Mione. I'm so sorry. So sorry," he felt unshed tears forming in his eyes.

"Ne-never again?" she asked him with her breaking heart being stitched up with all his love.

"Never. Never again, love," he breathed out.

They looked at each other, chocolate and the clear ocean waves collided as one. Their hearts beated with each other in sync. They give each other silent stares that meant a million words to each other. They were both content with each other. Before Hermione gave him a goodnight, he cupped her face with his calloused hands with such tender that it melted her heart even further.

Is this the moment?

He took her fully on her soft lips, engulfing her with love and a rush of passion. She responded back with the same kind of passion and love that he had gifted to her. Fireworks exploded around them in an elegant way. Butterflies flew in their stomachs at the same time, as Hermione massaged his scalp, making him groan a bit.

They had kissed.

A/N: *FANGIRLS* It's a miracle, I know! It feels good to type those lines. Anways, I hope you have a great day! See you next update, buddy! ;)