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Immediately after talking to Ginny, Hermione apparated to the Burrow. She tentatively knocked on the battered door, and a cheery-looking Mrs. Weasley answered it, a bowl of sprouts under one arm, and her wand in the other. "Hello, Hermione dear." The Burrow was a place that she normally would have enjoyed visiting. Everyone was always so kind, and warm, and loving. Ron, however, refused to talk to her, making her feel more and more guilty by the moment. She planned to talk to him immediately after supper, but he had already left and shut himself up in his room.
She didn't want to make him any angrier than he already was, so she left him be…she would just talk to him in the morning…
She got through the remainder of the painfully long day and lied down to sleep that night in Percy's old room. She mentally prepared herself for the sleep full of nightmares that she was sure would come. She wasn't used to sleeping by herself, in fact, Ron had stayed with her nearly every night since the war ended, except for the previous night, during which she didn't sleep a wink.
She tossed and turned in bed for a few hours. It was about two o'clock in the morning when she decided that it was useless to even try to sleep. She quietly climbed out of bed and tip-toed up the stairs to Ron's bedroom.
The knocked gently on the door, wondering to herself if he was awake. She heard the shuffle of his feet on the floor, the click of the lock on the door, and the squeak of his bed as he climbed back onto it. He had locked her out.
"Ron, please, I need to talk to you. I didn't mean what I said last night. Don't do this to me. I just need to talk to you…please?" Her knocking slowed as her plea came to an end. Her hand dropped to her side. Hermione turned away, feeling more rejected than ever. "I choose you, Ron…it's always been you…" she mumbled, walking away.
She heard the door open behind her and she saw his muscular, freckled arms wrap around her waist. He softly rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered, "Then why did you say no?"
"Ron, I- I just…"
"Save it, Hermione. If you really don't want us to be together anymore, then just go away. I don't care anymore." His arms fell away from her waist, taking their sense of protection with them. "Goodbye, Hermione."
She couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed his arm. "Ron, wait." He turned around, facing her. "I, we, er…Can we go somewhere and talk? I do love you Ron…so much, and I just need to talk to you again. Before we do something serious…"
By this time, Hermione had tears silently streaming down her face. "Please, Ron…" she whimpered.
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her again, and hugged her to his chest. She inhaled his scent. He was everything she smelled in Amortentia. He softly kissed her forehead and whispered, "I'm sorry."
She nodded gratefully and looked up at him with a watery smile on her face. "Can we go lay down?" she asked shyly.
He smiled and nodded, "We can talk in the morning."
Hermione grinned and somehow knew that everything was going to be all right.
One more chapter to go! I don't know how much time I'll have to finish this today, but I will for sure have it up by next weekend, so if you want to know right away, put this story on your alerts! Thanks for reading and please review!!