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8. And that one time Ron wasn't Jealous of Harry and Hermione.

Ron was sitting quietly outside the Burrow, Fred's funeral having ended an hour past.

Wanting to be alone he headed to a spot where only two people ever knew of, and they were Fred and Harry.

Ron knew his best friend would be helping Ron's mum and comforting Ginny while trying to hold back his own emotions.

And Fred…

Ron laughed bitterly, we saved thousands but couldn't save one that mattered. George never looked more lost. An entire family broken because of a ruddy wall. How lame, if Fred were here he would've been more upset that he was defeated by a wall.

"Ron?"

Ron's eyelids fluttered closed at the voice he loved so much.

"Ron?' Hermione's voiced sounded from behind him again.

Turing around slowly he smiled a tiny smile, "Hey."

Hermione smiled at him through tears, she looked so beautiful even with red rimmed eyes and dishelmed black muggle dress.

Hermione moved hesitantly, "Can I sit with you?"

"Of course you always can."

Ron enjoyed seeing the flush appear on the witch's cheek immensely.

She sat herself so that their hands were close to each other hoping he'd get the message and hold her hand.

He did.

"Hermione," Ron said clearing his throat, "I'm s-sorry."

Hermione looked up at him through her thick lashes, "Why are you sorry?"

Ron looked down unable to meet those brown eyes that he loved.

"I left you guys."

It was simple to the point.

"Ron, Harry and I already forgave you for it, why hash up old feelings?"

Ron tore his hand away from hers and stood up to pace.

"Hermione, if the Fred ever knew I'd abandoned you guys he'd never forgive me, he'd disown me. I left the two people I love more than anyone else in the entire world because I was selfish and wanted my mummy! I left my best friend and the girl I love. I ashshgdhsj"

Ron's rant was cut off by soft lips upon his and suddenly everything felt right in the world.

Hermione pulled back her arms wrapped around Ron's neck, "You love me?"

"Ah, yeah I reckon' I do," Ron said swallowing thickly.

Hermione grinned, "Took you long enough you big dolt. I love you, too."

Ron smiled, a real smile that made Hermione's heart melt, "Really?"

"Yes."

Ron's eyes lit up, "You don't love Harry?"

Hermione wrinkled her nose, "Ron he's like my brother. I love him like I would love a brother."

Hermione grinned suddenly, "You don't love Harry, either right?"

Ron yelped loudly in disgust, "That's just wrong, 'Mione."

Hermione giggled and kissed Ron firmly on the mouth.

Ron felt that evil little green monster run away faster than you can say 'Quidditch'.

And when an hour later Harry came to check on them he never felt happier at seeing Ron Weasley in the arms of Hermione Granger sleeping peacefully.