A/N: Here it is! Hopefully, I didn't keep any of you waiting for too long. I'm planning on at least one more chapter after this one. Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading.

Hermione stood in front of her mirror, gazing at her puffy, red eyes. With one look, anyone could see she hadn't slept. Many would blame it on the nerves. Many would believe she couldn't wait for this new phase in life to begin, couldn't wait to take that final step. But many hadn't been in Ron's room last night.

Ron's words stung. They filtered through her mind without pause. She was angry. She was confused. She was shocked. She had given up on Ronald Weasley. After years of believing, he felt the same for her, and wishing for him to show some sort of affection in return, he had finally done it… but it was too late. He knew that. He had all of those chances. Every time he had chosen someone else.

Hermione took a deep breath, and played with a lock of her messy hair. She watched each strand slowly fell apart from the group. She was afraid to close her eyes. Every time she did, tears would come. "The ball's in your court now," She whispered to herself.

She didn't like this feeling. Uncertainty. If her story were already written, she could research, and would have an answer… But alas, there is no book to help this situation, only memories and feelings to pick through.

Pulling her robe tighter around her body, she stepped out of the bathroom and trudged towards her room. Ginny was running late, again. She was supposed to have been here fifteen minutes ago to start on Hermione's hair; not that it mattered much. Hermione wasn't feeling particular excited to start the hours of work it took to straighten her curls. Instead, Hermione wanted to sit in the corner, and have time to think.

She plopped on her bed and searched her room. The sun was streaming through her thin yellow curtains, smiling brightly at her. The far corner of the room glittered as the light hit the large, white dress seated there. Although it was intimating, Hermione had to admit, it was a pretty sight.

The dress was perfect, she had found it one day during her lunch hour. It had been hanging on a rack, pushed almost completely from sight. She would have probably missed it, had it not been too big for its location. The ruffled bottom spread widely past the others near it. It wasn't highlighted in sequence, lace, or feathers. It was made of a simple, soft fabric that she had loved running her hands down. She felt beautiful in it.

She sighed and shook her head. Her eyes dragged across the floor near the dress. It was perfectly clean… aside from a few boxes of books scattered about. Ginny had went crazy when she saw the dress just hanging Hermione's closet. According to her, all the hidden dust bunnies and dirt clumps could ruin the lovely article. But books could never harm anything.

Hermione smiled weakly, crawling off her bed towards the corner. She reached the boxes, and began sorting through them, wondering why the books had never made it back to the shelves. They were old, and she remembered quickly why they were piled high here instead of seated orderly in the living room. Instead of historic documents, data sheets, and potion books, these were all works of fiction. Most of them, she hadn't opened in years.

She pulled a few from the very bottom of the box on her right side, and was shocked at her findings. She laughed to herself, wondering why she kept such books. There were tattered copies of childish stories. The largest was a book of muggle fairy tales. This was just the book she had been looking for a few years ago. She had thought she lost it. Ron had been asking her about muggle children stories… She took a deep breath and ran her hands along the cover.

The gold paint shimmered under her touch. It was slowly starting to crack away with age. She traced the blue lettering with her fingers as she did so many years ago, when she first opened it on Christmas morning. She had been ten then, and had started to assume these tales could never exist. The cover creaked as she opened it wide.

The table of contents was written in elegant script, and would have looked perfect if it hadn't been for the green smudges on the right side of the page. It looked as though a pen had bled through the paper… With a quick flick of her wrist, she found the culprit.

The handwriting was easily recognizable, and Hermione gave a startled yelp. She had forgotten about the dedication. A tear sprang from her eye as she touched her mother's hurried writing. It was smudged slightly, as if it had been brushed against before it had dried completely. But the words were still legible.

Dearest Hermione,

Happy Christmas! I thought this would be a wonderful addition to your library of books. It is full of stories you must never forget. They are practice for the many adventures you'll find yourself in years from now. Although evil warlocks, dragons, and deadly curses may not exist, -Hermione laughed aloud at this—troubles will find you. But as you read these stories, do not fear, because you will have weapons none of your demons could know. Of course, I speak of your stubbornness, your thirst for knowledge, your respect for all things, and your strong sense of self. I know you will never be a damsel in distress, like some of the girls you have read. You'll be your own hero. And one day, you'll find a prince; a prince that loves you for who you are, and wants nothing more than to help you succeed. He'll stand beside, never in front of you. He'll make you laugh and perhaps sometimes, make you cry. It may not happen right away. He will probably take you by surprise (all the best ones do). But believe me, it is worth the wait. True love is very rare, and must not be taken lightly.

So remember to be yourself. Be my little girl. Be strong and let yourself shine.

All my love,

Mum

Hermione hadn't realized her cheeks were wet until a small drop splattered against the page she was reading. How had she forgotten this was here? How had she dismissed this message from the past?

She reread the note twice, her eyes stopping on certain parts. Hermione had never been very popular in primary school. Her mother had been her best friend, aside from Harry and Ron. Was there anyone else who knew Hermione better? What would her mum say now...? Would Hermione still look like a hero in her eyes, or had she turned into one of those damsels? Was she too busy looking for love to see it clearly?

A small, quiet knock came from her open bedroom door. Startled, Hermione's head snapped up. Ginny stared at her. Uncertainty shone brightly in her eyes. She didn't' speak, and Hermione knew why. Hermione sat cowered in the corner of her room. Her hands gripping a book of fairy tales as tears fell from her eyes. What a sight she must have been.

"Hermione-" Ginny started, taking a step into the room.

"I can't do this, can I?" Hermione interrupted in a raspy voice. She brushed the back of her hand against her cheek, wiping some of the moisture from them.

(**)

She had left. Ron was sure she would have apparated back into his room at some point throughout the night. He hadn't slept. His eyes drooped as the darkness faded, and morning took flight, but she never showed.

Someone was stomping down the stairs, probably his father. Ron could already smell eggs and bacon from the kitchen. He rubbed his hands across his face, and through his hair, trying to clear his mind and come up with some kind of sane thought.

Maybe he should have gone after her. He had struggled with himself for hours after she left. But she had said she needed to be alone. If he had followed, she may have done something they both would regret later… He kept telling himself he did the right thing. But now, sitting alone in his bed, he was rethinking that.

It hurt. He hadn't believed it would hurt this bad, but now that his feelings were in the open… unrequited, he couldn't help but feel weakened. How could they ever get past this? Stupid bartenders and their horrible advice. He should have just lied. At least then, he'd still have his best friend.

He had half a mind to skip the wedding. The thought of her standing up there with anyone other than him… did not bring happy thoughts. But hadn't he said he wanted whatever made her happiest? His promise tasted sour in his mouth. That was a rotten idea. Bloody promises.

(**)

"Hermione, you look…" Harry began, smiling as he entered her bridal tent. His smile quickly changed into a frown as he took in the sight of his friend. Her hair was pulled into a quick ponytail instead of the mountain of curls he had expected. Her attire was clearly wrong for the occasion; the white dress he had anticipated was replaced with a pair of jeans and a gray knitted sweater. She had been pacing, but stopped dead in her tracks when he entered. "What's going on here?" He asked cautiously.

With a quick scan around the tent, he could see she was alone, and her dress was nowhere to be found. "Hermione, is everything okay?"

She took a deep breath and said quietly, "Yes, I'm going to try very hard to make everything okay."

"Wait," Harry stopped her, holding a hand in the air. "Where is your dress? Hermione everyone is here, waiting for you to make your grand entrance. Places have been set, relatives flown in…" He trailed off, seeing the chilly glare on her face.

"Thank you, I'm well aware." She stated icily. "It's just-Ron was right. This doesn't feel like me. I don't have regrets. I don't rush into things. And I don't like Quidditch."

"Back to that again, are we?" Harry asked, "You two don't have to enjoy the same things, Hermione. No couple has the exact same interests. You said yes to Caden because you care about him, you love him, don't you?"

"Of course, but being in love and loving someone, are two very different things. I forgot that somewhere along the way. I sort of lost myself in the process…" Hermione trailed off. She began to pace again, this would take every amount of courage she had. "But he knows me, and he loves me." She whispered to herself.

Harry must have heard and narrowed his eyes. He spoke his words slowly, as it looked as if Hermione was off in her own world. "Yes… and he's waiting for you."

"He's been waiting an awfully long time, hasn't he? Just as I have; took me by surprise that one did." Hermione added softly. "I suppose I shouldn't make him wait any longer…"

Still plenty confused, Harry glanced around the room once more and muttered, "All right then… where's your dress?"

Hermione blinked and saw Harry's arms lift into the air, gesturing to the empty room. "No, no wait. I need you to do something for me, Harry. Can you do that?"

The guests were filtering into the beautiful garden and the sun was shining against the bright blue sky. Wonderful day. Ron thought bitterly. He, clad messily in his black dress robes, slouched towards the columns of chairs he had first seen many hours before.

"Are you with the bride or the groom?" One usher—bright, perfect blond hair, must be of Caden's relation- asked Ron. Ron grunted rudely and gestured towards his brothers sitting on the left. The usher stepped aside, eyebrows raised before switching to an incoming couple.

"Looking good, Ronnie-kins." Fred mocked, patting his younger brother's shoulder roughly. "I never thought I'd see the day, Little Miss Head Girl getting married."

"And to an American no less." George butted in, leaning over Angelina, who rolled her eyes and pushed him away.

"Shut it." Ron grumbled. He wasn't in the mood to deal with his twin brothers' hilarious remarks. Ron had waited by the window all morning for her owl. After everything that was said last night, after she barged in demanding the truth, she still chose to be here. He said he only wanted her to be happy. Why couldn't she be happy with him?

"Aw little brother, something on your mind?" Fred started. Angelina swatted him in the arm. Ron could have sworn he heard her mutter something about 'the poor sap', but maybe it was just his imagination.

"He's just mad he got bumped from being the one to give Miss Granger away." George observed.

"No dear brother, he was never asked, remember?" Fred scoffed. If he was trying to be subtle, he was horrible at it. Angelina rolled her eyes again, unable to control her husband. Fred's arm fell around her shoulders, a grin playing on his lips.

"Ah, yes." George reminisced. He brought his finger to his chin, portraying someone in deep thought. Suddenly he turned back to face the three of them, his eyes shining. "Wonder why that might be. Such an important role deserves much consideration."

"Perhaps, Harry's a better friend?" Fred added questionably.

"Or, perhaps, Hermione's friendship with Harry is different?" George said, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh but how so, George?"

"Shall we have a blast from the past?" George grinned like a bobcat.

"Oh yes, please." Fred nodded excitedly. The two began counting on their fingers. Ron tried to ignore them.

"Harry never crushed his Krum figurine because he was jealous, did he?" George questioned, holding up one finger.

"No sir. Did Hermione ever stop talking to Harry because he was dating Ginny?" Fred countered.

"Oh no, that was Lavender's doing I believe." George made a face as he recalled the Sweetheart necklace, pretending to put a fake chain around his neck. "Now, she was a catch."

"Then there was Jeremy, funny guy… until Ron shut him up that night at Three Broomsticks. I wonder why Harry hadn't been the first to defend Miss Granger's honor…" Fred said, glancing at George and laughing heartily.

"Oh, he was hilarious. Hermione wouldn't speak to Ron for days after that fact. Although I can't blame you much for your actions, right Ronnie? Then there was Rebecca. Sweet girl, she was."

"She really tore a hole through your friendship, didn't she Ron?" Fred asked.

"And still is…" Angelina mumbled, her arms crossed, staring straight ahead. Fred looked taken a back.

"Anything you would like to share with us, dear?" He asked sweetly.

She shrugged, "We saw Rebecca last night. She was the reason Hermione left the party. They had a mini row apparently. Ginny wouldn't give us the details."

Ron, who had tried his best to disregard the exchange between his brothers, perked up at this new information. Hermione had spoken to Rebecca minutes before seeing him… She must have told her about the newspaper clippings. And that meant… she probably told her the truth about the breakup... It was no wonder why Hermione was furious when she popped into his room.

"Interesting..." George started, trying to find a way to work with Angelina's interruption. "But none of that matters now. Apparently, Ronnie's met his match and given up all the facts. Mr. Miff has pulled one over on our baby brother, Fred." George sighed, frowning.

"So sad."

"Very."

Both their eyes fell on Ron, who looked more disgruntled than before. "Caden's a wanker, and Hermione's making a mistake. She knows it." He mumbled.

"Now that sounds more like our Ronnie." Fred beamed. "Strange though, that he's still sitting here, waiting for the inevitable, instead of trying to change it."

"Two-three-four tries are better than one, as I always say." George stated.

"I couldn't agree more." Fred countered. He turned his attention back to the gazebo. George swirled around to the woman sitting behind him. Both smirked knowingly. Neither watched as what they said worked its way into Ron's thick skull. They knew their brother too well.

But Ron had had his mind made up already. Within seconds, he was stumbling out in the aisle again, readily moving towards the changing quarters. He couldn't believe he almost given up, almost sat there and watched Hermione marry a complete idiot. This wasn't Krum or Jeremy, Ron wasn't simply being some stupid, jealous teenager. This was serious. All the facts were there, whether she wanted to believe it or not. Ron loved her. And she had to love him back, she just had to. It only made sense.

With a look to the sky and a bright smile, Fred leaned back in his chair. "Honestly, what would they do without us, George?"

(**)

It felt like an eternity before the tent opened again. Hermione closed her eyes, readying herself for the hurt she was about to cause. It was something she had to do. "Gryffindor, don't fail me now…" She mumbled to herself, and turned towards the person who just entered.

Her eyes widen the moment she opened them. Ron's tall frame stood ahead of her. He wore plain, black dress robes, his red hair striking against the dark color. He was gazing at her earnestly. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. There was so much to say to him, and so very little time. Where to begin was a mystery.

However, he didn't give her much time to ponder. "This wedding is a mistake." He said boldly. His arms crossed in front of him. His blue eyes flashed brilliantly as he clenched his teeth and continued. "I said it once, and I'll say it again."

Hermione nodded. "I know."

"And don't tell me that I'm a horrible—What?" He started, shaking his head vigorously when her response caught him off guard.

She smiled weakly. "Look at me, Ron. Does it look like I'm ready to walk down the aisle?" Her arms flew out from her sides, showing off the fact that she definitely wasn't in her wedding attire. "I came to tell-"

"You're not getting married?" He spluttered, taking several steps closer to her. "When? How? But why didn't you…"

"I'll explain later, okay? Once I've worked it all out for myself—"

"Does that mean? Do you-" Ron interrupted. His eyes were wide. He leaned closer to her, as if he would be able to understand her more clearly this way. "I can't believe…"

"Hermione?" Caden's voice came from behind the tent's door. "Hermione, Harry told me this was an emergency. Are you okay?" His tone was urgent, but low enough not to cause alarm to the guests only a few feet away.

Ron straightened immediately at his voice. All intrigue and curiosity flew from his stunned face. In his best whisper, he said, "So you haven't told him yet?"

Hermione, who was staring at the door Caden stood behind, shook her head slowly. She had suddenly forgotten why she was here. Her tongue was frozen on the roof of her mouth, and her feet stood still. She had it all thought out… and of course, Ron had to go ruin her concentration.

"You need go." She managed, and took a few steps towards the entrance. "Is there a back door in this thing?" She asked to no one in particular, as her head flew in each direction trying to place one. "Hold on one second, Caden." She called quickly.

Hermione glared at Ron, as if to say, 'Well is there a door?' He looked around feverishly, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. "It's a tent. It has one door, Hermione. Look, I'll just leave when he comes in?"

"No, you can't. He'll know." Hermione whispered frantically, stealing worried glances between Ron and Caden's shadow.

"Know what?" Ron asked, only a few feet from the tent entrance now as well. "Hermione-"

Hermione ignored him. "Are you a wizard or not? Just make a door." She pulled her wand out of her pocket swiftly and held it up in the air ready to cast. But Ron was too fast for her, he grabbed her wrist gently.

"What will Caden know, Hermione?"

She faltered, losing her train of thought at Ron's unexpected touch. She stared down at his hand on her. Finding her voice, she asked accusingly, "What are you doing?"

He raised an eyebrow, and repeated, "What exactly will 'Caden know' if he sees me in here?" A smile was playing on his lips as he finished asking the question he already knew the answer to.

Hermione glared at him. "He'll think that you're the reason, okay? So get out!" She half-shouted, momentarily forgetting to whisper.

"Hermione?" Caden called again from behind the curtain. "What's going on?"

"Hermione-" Ron began, "Do you mean to say that, well that… I'm the reason you're not doing this?"

"You're impossible." She snapped, refusing to answer his question right here and now. "This is not the place."

"But it is." Their eyes met briefly.

"I'm coming in." Caden called again.

Before either had time to respond, the white door fluttered open revealing a handsome looking man with perfectly combed hair. Caden was dressed sharply in his crisp black robes. He pulled them at the front as he entered, ensuring they were unwrinkled. His eyes were closed, and he held a hand out in front him, "Better cover up. I don't want to see the dress. You know it's bad luck." He said with a smile.

Ron snorted.

Caden's eyebrows creased together before he opened his eyes in confusion. His head moved back and forth between the two people in front of him. He stumbled over his words, "What is…? Hermione, where is…? Why is he…? What's going…?"

"You're going to have to finish a question if you want an answer." Ron said coolly, rocking back on his heels. His hands flew his pockets, the anxiety from before fading away. He almost couldn't stop the smile from appearing on his face.

"Honestly? Hermione glared at him again, her stare cold. "Be a little more considerate."

"Why is he here?" Caden finally asked. He seemed to spit out the word 'he', sending a chill down Hermione's spine. She silently cursed Ron for ruining her original plan.

"This really has nothing to do with him, Caden. This is about us." Hermione started, taking a step closer to her fiancé.

He looked down at her as she did this, as though he was noticing her fully for the first time. His eyes wandered past her face, down to her toes and back up again. "You're not wearing your dress." He stated.

"Nothing gets past you, does it Caden?" Ron mumbled. Hermione shot him another dirty look. He immediately looked away towards the ground, a smile now playing on his lips.

"There's a good explanation for that, actually." Hermione said. "You see, I've been doing a lot of thinking the past few days… and I-"

"No." Caden interrupted. He shook his head. "You're not doing this."

"Caden, please listen to me." Hermione tried. "You're such an amazing man, Caden. You really are. And I love you. I do. I just… This is hard to say. I feel like we've rushed into this. I hardly know you, and you in return, hardly know me."

"That's an understatement." Ron muttered again, letting his eyes roam nonchalantly around the room.

"We're getting married, Hermione. We'll have years to understand each other." Caden exasperated.

"But we're rushing, Caden. We're trying so desperately to finish this puzzle called our lives that we've forgotten to check and make sure we've found the right pieces." Hermione rushed. The analogy fell from her lips before she could stop it, and even as she said it, she wasn't sure it exactly made sense.

"It's him, isn't it?" Caden asked. His desperate stare met Ron's spiteful one. They stood there for a few seconds, glaring at each other, waiting for Hermione to answer.

"Caden, stop. This is between you and me. Leave Ron out of this." Hermione said, laying a hand on Caden's arm.

Caden jumped away from her, as if she had burned him by being too close. "No! This has always been about him, Hermione. Don't play coy with me. He's always there. I see the inside jokes you two share, and your stolen glances. The only time you're ever in a rotten mood is when the two of you aren't speaking. You're constantly worried about his feelings, and how your decisions—our decisions!—will affect him." Caden eyes grew furious. His fists clenched at his sides as he continued. "I've tried to brush it aside, thinking we'd get past it once you're my wife. But you'll always go running back to him, won't you?"

"I-Caden, there's more to it than that. Honestly, look at this rationally… we've only been dating for a few months and-"

"And who put that thought into your pretty little head?" Caden spat.

"Watch yourself," Ron grunted, taking one step closer to Caden's maddening figure.

Caden threw his hands up in front of him, his face red. "Defending my lady's honor, I see. You're the problem, Ron. You always have been. And always will. Do you honestly think he can give you everything you need, Hermione? Look at him, he's failed at so many things, I can't believe he still has a job." Caden probed.

Ron took another step forward, pushing his sleeve past his elbow. His ears were growing red. Hermione could see the scene play out before it even had time to begin. She turned towards Ron, laying a hand on his arm. "Don't Ron, please, it's not worth it." Her voice had turned desperate.

This set Caden blazing. Anger ebbed off him. "We are perfect for each other, Hermione. The two of us could run this place. But you're choosing that? For being the brightest witch of our age, you're making an awfully stupid decision."

"Caden, listen to yourself. Please, it doesn't have to end this way." Hermione tried again. Her hand was still resting against Ron's arm. She had put herself between the two men, wishing the fire would end here.

"I'm afraid it does, Hermione. I can't believe you. I thought you had more sense." He shook his head, and backed into the edge of the tent. "Enjoy your cheap Cannons tickets. I'm sure you'll have a most fulfilling life." He added, before opening the door.

The sun streamed into the tent. Dozens of frightful eyes were staring at them. Unaware of the attention, Ron jerked out from Hermione's grasp. "She doesn't even like Quidditch, you wanker." He called after Caden.

Caden stopped only a few feet from the tent, and turned with an eyebrow raised. "Did you hear that, Hermione? You're pathetic, Ron. I ought to…"

He was interrupted as Ron stepped forward, his arm swung back ready to strike. Caden's arms flew into the air, acting as a shield over his face. But before Ron's hand made contact, it stopped in middle air, as if it hit an invisible barrier. Following everyone's stare, Ron's gazed back at Hermione, who had her wand raised in front of her.

"I told you it wasn't worth it, Ron." She said simply. Her eyes were glistening, but she didn't dare let that show.

Caden, once aware that he was no longer in danger, straightened himself and tugged on his robes. He turned, and found himself surrounded by questionable glances. With a smile, he said loudly, "As you can see, there will be no wedding today. Thank you for attending, safe travels home."

He nodded politely at the crowd, and walked towards the road, his very concerned parents following briskly.

Excited whispered engulfed the beautiful gardens. Hermione let her charm go, and felt suddenly very tired. Many faces still stared at her from the lined seats. Many were holding back laughter, while others were trying to find the most fashionable and graceful exit. Hermione stepped back into the tent, and closed the door behind her.

She wasn't alone for long, when Ginny came rushing after her. "Hermione! What happened? Harry said he got Caden for you, and then we heard shouting… Are you okay?"

"I need a minute, okay? Can you tell everyone I'll see them in a little while? I need to register this, breathe a little before the questions start. That wasn't the way it was supposed to go." She stated. She smiled at Ginny, as her friend nodded.

"I'll handle the crowd. But don't go too far, I'll need details soon."

A second later, Hermione disapparated. She landed in the only place she knew she would be safe from prying eyes. With a small smile, she made her way past the moving boxes towards the bed, took a seat and closed her eyes.

(**)

Ron had looked everywhere for her. Ginny was sure she would show up eventually, but he didn't want to take any chances. He had been to Hermione's house, Grimmauld Place, Three Broomsticks, and the Leaky Cauldron. No one had seen her since the wedding.

Or the non-wedding? He wasn't sure what to call it exactly.

Either way, it went as well as he could have ever dreamed. He would have enjoyed punching Caden, or at least giving him a good kick. But it was probably better that Hermione stopped him. He didn't need to have a sore hand with work in two days.

Hermione had said and done a lot of things a few hours ago that he would have liked her to explain a bit more. She had said Caden would know the reason. So, was he truly the reason she left her fiancé? Ron smiled at the thought. He hadn't really stopped grinning since the moment he walked into that tent to find Hermione without her wedding dress.

But he would just have to wait, until Hermione was ready, to find the answers for which he was looking. He took the steps up to his room slowly, not in a huge rush to fall asleep. Sleep wouldn't come easy tonight. There was too much unrest.

He pushed his door opened softly, and found himself immersed in darkness. He tripped over a box on his way past his chest of drawers, and cursed under his breath. He had to get the rest of these things to George's soon. The room was becoming too cluttered for even him to live in.

He shrugged off his outer robe, and let it fall to the ground soundlessly. Afraid of tripping flat on his face, Ron pulled out his wand and whispered, "Lumos". A small light illuminated the small room. He started to make his way towards his bed, when an unfamiliar movement caught his attention.

He reacted quickly, flailing his wand out in front of him, pointing it directly at the bed. A mass of hair shied away from the new source of light and made a small squeak. Ron's eyes widened as he stepped closer.

There lay the girl of his dreams. The girl he had spent most of the night looking for, and she had been here, right under his nose. He let the light go out, and quietly sat on the patch of free space next to Hermione's sleeping frame.

Her face was covered in her hair. He reached out and brushed it off her cheek, something he's dreamed of doing since… forever. With a scrunch of her nose, her brown eyes open cautiously. She wiped the rest of the hair from her face, until she can see Ron clearly enough. Hermione smiled sleepily at him, and whispered shyly, "Hi".

"Hi," Ron said, grinning back at her.

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