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The sun beat through the window and bathed the entire room in a hazy golden light. It was Sunday, and completely silent at the Burrow. Molly Weasley stretched and her shoulder blades each clicked in turn, which made her physically grimace. She's always hated that noise. Molly then stifled a yawn and looked over at her husband snoring softly beside her. She smiled softly and cupped his cheeky gently with her palm. How did she ever get so lucky? How did she manage to find the man of her dreams so early and never, ever have to experience what Hermione was feeling? Molly had never been with anybody but Arthur. They had met in her third year of Hogwarts and Molly had known, even at 13 that they would never be apart. Although she'd never told Arthur this of course. It hadnt been a serious relationship at first anyway, that came much later. Way into their last year. But they had always been more than friends, and Molly had always politely declined any other boy's offers of a drink at the Three Broomsticks, knowing that she would rather have a quiet evening in the common room, playing chess and enjoying gentle, teasing banter with Arthur. She remembered now, their first tentative kiss. It was Christmas Eve, and only them and three more Gryffindors that had decided to stay for the holidays. Arthur had approached her with a grin that challenged Fred and George's, with a sprig of mistletoe and dangled it above both their heads. "Arthur .. what are you doing? .." she whispered. His lips tantalizingly close to hers. "Granting my own Christmas wish.." he smiled, brushing lips with teasingly with his own.
It was like coming home. She wished that she would be attached to his mouth forever. Drowning his heavenly taste forever ...
"Molly. Stop staring at me" Arthur said, awaking his wife from her daydream, sensing her gaze upon him, without even opening her eyes. "Sorry Arthur, you just looked so peaceful" she mused stroking his hair. "Well, I'm certainly not feeling peaceful anymore .. In fact, peaceful is far from what I'm feeling .." One of his hands sank below the covers, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her down to join him below the covers, making Molly giggle and squeal. "Oh I see .." she smiled kissing him softly letting him snake his large arms around her frame, slipping his hands beneath her nigh gown and making her sigh and shiver under his touch. "I love you. I love you so much" she muttered into his mouth. "I love you too my daft girl" and he smiled. The gentle weight of her in his arms, and her sweet breath mingling with his. This was home. How did he ever get so lucky? ...
Hermione tip-toed down the stairs. The Burrow was completely quiet, or though she swore heard some odd noises coming from Molly and Arthur's bedroom and chose to quickly skip past their door before she heard something she would always forget she hadn't! It was early, so she wasn't worried about padding downstairs in just her underwear and Ron's old Quidditch jersey. She padded down the stairs and avoided that horrible, creaky bottom step. She was feeling much better this morning, maybe it had been a good idea to come and spend a few weeks at the Weasleys, she bounced into the kitchen, looking forward to her first cup of tea of the day. But was stopped dead in her tracks. Ron. Ron was sitting at the kitchen table, cradling a mug of steaming hot coffee. Looking like he hadn't slept in days and his eyes filled with horror as he saw Hermione. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Hermione. I am so sorry. Hermione, don't go. I am so sorry. Please don't go" He caught hold of her arm and she tried to escape back up the stairs. Her eyes were already filled with tears and she tripped as he pulled her and she fell into his grasp. "Get off me" she hissed, pounding his chest with her tiny fists, failing miserably as he didn't even flinch. "Just let me go .. just go .. let me go" her voice barely audible, her tears flowing freely as she lent her forehead against his chest. "I am so sorry Hermione, so sorry .." He cradled her in his arms and helped her. But he was careful not to touch her properly. His hands wrapped around the top of her shoulders as she tried to lean into him, but he kept his distance. Desperately not trying to hurt her anymore than he already had ..
"Why did you do this Ron? I thought you .. I just love you so much. What did I do wrong? .. Ron? Please? You just left .. you just changed your mind, out of the blue. You HAVE to explain!" Hermione then started to raise her voice, gathering up the strength she had as she slapped him. The outline of her hand a throbbing red mark across Ron's cheek. He still didn't flinch. "You bastard" she hissed at him. "I didn't just change my mind" he said. So quietly, that she barely heard him. "What?" "I didn't just change my mind .. me and Lavender. It's been. It's been a while..Hermione. I didn't just change my mind" "How long? Ron said nothing. Just stared at the ground. It was then that he registered what she was wearing. "My jersey .. you kept it?" he frowned. Hurt and guilt evident in his eyes. The red mark of her hand still prominent on his face. "I SAID HOW LONG!" Ron still, said nothing. Then eventually he whispered again, but this time, Hermione heard. "I loved you. I gave you EVERYTHING. I loved you so much" "I am so sorry Hermione .. you can't understand how sorry I am" Hermione said nothing. She just feel back against the stairs and slid down. Resting her forehead against her knees, trying to breathe as a wave of extreme nausea hit her. The world began to spin, and Ron's voice calling her name suddenly seemed to get further and further away ..
Gradually, the world started to come into focus again. And instead of Ron's voice she heard the familiar voice of Ginny and her flaming red hair surrounding her as she fluttered back into consciousness. "Ron..?" "Shh, 'Mione. He's gone, don't worry .. he explained everything .. the bastard" Tears began to leak again from Hermione's eyes, and she shut her eye's tight again. Rolled over and felt Ginny's hand rubbing her shoulders and shushing her tears away until Hermione laid still enough that she thought she was asleep, and crept out of the room. the night brought no rest to Hermione. All she could think or dream about, was about Ron and Lavender. Six entire months. They were together for just over a year. So for half their relationship, Hermione was being played for a fool. She felt so sick. Sick at the thought of him touching her, then coming home into their bed .. him touching her. The thought of his touch made her stomach churn and her chest tighten. Her body started to ache again, and just as the pain had begun to numb her totally. It started up again, as fresh and as new as it had been a few days ago.
Then a though suddenly struck her. She was free. She was single. Free. from his lies. Free from him. Hermione was free. Somehow, she found the thought comforting. There was so much more to come in her life. Her love for Ron and her year with him, was merely a tiny chapter in her life. Something good must come from this .. she though, remembering what Professor Sprout had always said.. "Some flowers reside in the dark and the dank. Some grown from compost, from animal waste. A perfect example of renewal, rebirth and the good bursting from the bad" Hermione even managed to fall asleep after this revelation.
It was nearly dawn when she surrendered to her dreams again, and almost 3pm in the afternoon when she awoke. She practically leaped from her bed, then remembered what had happened yesterday with Ron. Frightened that she would feel that familiar sting of being rejected, it still came but in waves much less strong than it had been and she took what she felt like had been first new breath of her new life. She started to hear chatter from downstairs, so she wrapped her purple robe around her and made her way downstairs. Smiling at the Weasleys and another most pleasant addition to their dinning room table. She beamed in delight. "Remus" she breathed out in delight. His scarred and worn face in a gentle smile. His warm blue eyes sparkling in the light. "Hermione. It's wonderful to see you"
YAY! LUPIN! FINALLY! Sorry for the long build up. It just had to be done! :')