So ! Thanks to all of you who reviews and those who gave suggestions for S including JustAnotherGuy100, Hermione-notMione (who by the way wasnt signed in and I would have loved to send you a thanksyou message!), Lilly May77, Bliingq, and RyanRow02. Thanks all so much, and here's another chapter, which is set on the hunt again, sorry ! But I just couldnt let this idea go. Warning: language in this one "/

Also special thanks to RyanRow02 for being my 100th reviewer ! :D *gives cookie*

Sorry

"He's trying his hardest Hermione"

It was raining heavily and the tent swayed, the three of them shivering, but one most of all. Ron sat the opening of the tent, pointing his wand just above his head, drying his hair, only to recieve a great gust of rain that would dampen it a moment later. He had sat there for the past few hours, refusing to leave his spot, seemingly trying to redeem himself, to place his self back in Hermione's good books, but from Harry's point of view, it was a bit pointless. After Ron returning the previous day, the tent had been nothing but tense, uncomfortable and just plain awkward. Hermione refused to talk to Ron, and in turn, Ron pined about like dog, finding a spot and sitting down, not moving for hours. Harry was beside himself. He understood why Hermione was so angry, he wasn't stupid, he knew what was , or rather wasn't going on between them. He's seen it coming for the past few years, but after the beating that Ron recieved, he thought Hermione had got all of her anger out, ready to forgive and forget. After all Ron did destroy a Horcrux, and save his life, and yet still the silent treatment remained a recurring theme between the three of them. Hermione didn't like the way Harry was treating Ron, 'welcoming him back with open arms' as she had put it.

Hermione looked up, and made eye contact with Harry. She shook her head, as though clearing and picked up the kettle which had just boiled, signifying that it had boiled. She poured her self and Harry a cup, which Harry took reluctantly, feeling Ron's eyes on his back.

"Trying hard doesn't erase what he did"

"You can't erase your mistakes Hermione, you should know that by now"

"Well I'm not stupid enough to make one that big in the first place"

Harry took a deep breath "You mean everything to him Hermione"

Hermione choked on her tea, and placed her cup down on the table.

"Rubbish"

"Hermione. Just go and talk to him. Please. Let him explain to you, we can't go on like this forever, and the sooner you do it-"

"The sooner he thinks everything's forgiven and it can just go back to normal, I mean yes he came back this time, but who's to say he won't do it again? I cannot and will not go through that again, it was painful enough the first time. I screamed his name and -"

"I won't"

Hermione whipped round, and Ron was standing in the middle of the room. Her heart thumped as she took in his appearance. Clothes stuck to him, soaked, his hair plastered around his face, and wearing the most adorable damn expression she had ever seen. But now was not the time for sappy romantics. She was not going to let her guard down, not whilst that gorgeous hair of his dripped water onto the carpet, or while his hands were fisted into his pockets, hands that all so easily grab her and-

"Oh don't give me that!" she scoffed "Done with this Harry?"

"Not real-"

Hermione snatched Harry's cup and walked over to the sink, placing both her's and Harry's in the washing up bowl, and letting the water run.

"Hermione"

Hermione nearly broke as she heard the sadness in his voice. She turned to face him and was surprised to find him still in the same spot, still wearing that expression of grief, and their eyes locked. Her anger broke through the surface.

"How dare you stand there and say to me that you won't do it again. I called your name, many times, you looked me in the eyes as you dissapperated away, no matter how many times you say it I won't believe it, not one word ! Trust was the one thing we could all say we had in each other and I don't even know if we have that any more!"

"The Horcrux, it made me think things okay? Things that I can now see aren't true"

"What things? What could honestly be so bad that you would walk away from us, your best friends?" she shouted

"I-" Ron had begun to walk forward, but Hermione had put her hands out, telling him to keep his distance. " Just things okay? It's not hard to imagine Hermione. It affected me so badly, but you and Harry were affected too, think about it, what sort of things did the locket make you think? Are you willing to tell me? Eh?"

"Many things ! I mean...there were ... that's not the point!"

"See! Hard isn't it? I'm not going to stand here and tell you every bloody thing that the locket put in my head, because we'd be here all day. All I know is that leaving you was the biggest regret of my life"

"And Harry" Hermione said

"No..." he whispered to himself.

"Look" he looked towards the tent opening "No offence Harry, but I can live with Harry being mad at me for a while, I can't stand being around you and not being able to talk to you, to laugh with you , to discuss where the next Horcrux might be. I would have given anything to have found you again Christmas morning, anything in the entire universe. But I couldn't, and I'm sorry okay? I'm bloody fucking sorry!"

"Didn't you hear me screaming you? Didn't you hear the distress in my voice? I have never and will never feel that frightened again ! I thought you were going to be killed, or we would be before I ever saw you again you idiot! And don't swear at me!"

"I wasn't swearing at you , bloody hell" Ron spun on the spot, gripping at his hair, and walked towards Hermione. She backed into the counter and crossed her arms , looking at anywhere but his face.

"What do you want me to do? Do you want me to get down on my knees and beg?"

"It's the least you can do!"

Before she knew it, he was on his knees in front of her, his head level with her waist, and looking up at her with those gorgeous blue eyes.

"I'm sorry. I am truly honestly sorry. I'm a prat, an idiot, a fool for walking away, and I swear on Merlin's saggy left bollock that I will never ever do it again. Please" Hermione uncrossed her arms and lent them back agains the sink. She could feel the tears threatening to overflow, and before she could stop them, they did. She almost was knocked off her feet as Ron reached out and wrapped his arms around her thighs, leaning his head on her stomach. "I can't express in words how sorry I am Hermione" he whispered, the vibration of his voice rippling on her stomach.

She wiped her eyes on her jumper as she looked down, seeing Ron's ginger hair leaning against her. She imagined him like this one day, only on one knee, a beautiful ring in a box and -

She grabbed his arms and threw them off her, he looked surprised and immensly dissapointed, until Hermione got down on her knees , joining him on the cold kitchen floor and wrapped her arms around him. Even on their knees, Ron was still taller than Hermione, and she could feel his wet hair dripping onto her cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, and it felt glorious.

"If you ever , do anything like this again, you will be praying to Merlin for a new set of crown jewels do you hear me?" she whispered.

"Yes, yes, I promise " she heard him sniffle, and nearly moaned as she felt his nose bury into her neck, their bodies touching from the knees upwards.

"Ron?"

"Yes?"

"I'm glad you're back"

She felt him smile against her neck as she reached up and brushed her hand through his drenched mop.

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