So here's the final chapter. It's short - because I really haven't been into RonxHermione for a very long time and to be honest, I don't think it's very good. At the moment, the couples I want to write about are DracoxGinny, ChloexOliver (Smallville) and ChloexOne of the Winchester Brothers (Smallville and Supernatural). Anyway, I'd like to thank people for all the reviews that I still occasionally receive.
So here it is, finally...
26th December, 1997, Seventh Year at Hogwarts
I pull myself out from underneath the blankets. Hermione's sides empty and I panic. I run outside. She's there, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. I approach her, my feet slowly freezing.
I sit next to her, slipping my arm around her shoulders. She stiffens, but leans into me.
"You missed Christmas." She states.
"I wasn't exactly looking for presents." I whisper.
"Then what were you doing?" she says bitterly and I tighten my grip around her.
"Looking for you most of the time. I didn't even know it was Christmas."
"Why? ... You missed Harry right?"
Does she think I'm gay? I think the past six years have shown her that I'm definitely not gay.
"Uh...no...well...yes." I stutter and she looks down, upset. "But I missed you too. I missed you more."
She looks back up at me, eyes full of tears. "I was worried about you." She says quietly. "You could have told me where you were going."
"It was spur of the moment. I didn't have a plan." We're whispering to each other – I'm telling myself it's because we don't want to wake Harry. "I would never have planned to leave you."
"What?"
"I mean...well...I would never leave you."
"Why?" she seems to want to say something but doesn't.
"Well...there's a lot of trouble at the moment. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."
"Oh."
"Um..." I look at her, lifting my hand to stroke her hair. "because I love you?"
Her eyes widen. "Oh."
I stay silent.
"Did you mean it?"
I say nothing.
"I'll just be going then." She pulls away from me.
"No!" I grab her hand to pull her back down. "No! I did mean it."
"What?"
I really wish I hadn't told her that. "Sorry." I stand up and she looks really confused. "I heard Harry calling me."
"No you didn't."
Sometimes I wish Hermione wasn't so smart.
"If he had, would you have let me go?" I ask.
"Not really."
"Are you sure?"
"What?"
"Harry's our priority. What if it was something important?"
"Ron!" she screams, but quietly so as not to wake Harry. "You're getting off topic."
"What?" I grin, innocently.
"Did you mean it?"
I grab her, one hand on her waist, the other on the back of her neck, and I kiss her. She throws an arm round my neck and tangles her other hand in my hair.
We're pulling each other closer, and I'm sliding one hand down her body when we hear Harry from inside the tent.
She pushed me away, smiling as she adjusts her hair. She stands, rushing back into the tent.
I'm so glad Dumbledore left me the deluminator.
It's finally completely FINISHED.
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Thank everyone for reading.
-Artjuice-
