Ooooh and the plot thickens 0_o

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*** It was summer, and although it was past six in the evening, the sky was still light and the air was musky. They wandered along a path through some trees. They stopped at a line of trees. Ron spoke.

"Remember... remember when we came down here... for the last time. At the end of the Battle of Hogwarts. And we knew... we knew we wouldn't be coming back." His voice was low and husky. "And we stood right here. I didn't know how much I'd miss it til now. I wish things would go back to... to the way they used to be."

He leaned down. Hermione didn't realise what he was doing until the last minute, but by then it was too late.***

He pressed his mouth against hers, moving his hands so that they were lodged in her hair. Hermione let out a squeak of surprise and indignation. She tried to move away, but he held fast. As he kissed her, she could feel her willingness to fight it slipping away very quickly.

Without really realising, she reached up, running her hands through his hair and kissing him back fiercely. She couldn't help it; her old instincts were kicking in. Her brain seemed to have gone into Autopilot.

He pushed her back against a tree and wrapped his arms round her waist. Hermione felt dizzy as he kissed her. She let out a moan as the kiss intensified.

Ron's blood was rushing in his veins; his lips seemed to have a mind of their own as they searched hers out. His hands had moved to caress her face, and he leaned closer so that there was no space between them, they were one person, just like it had been before... before...

Gabrielle.

Oh God, what am I doing?

He wrenched himself away from Hermione, who looked surprised.

"Look, Hermione, I have to go. I mean... I... I have to go. I'll see you back home."

He backed away, eyes wide. Suddenly he turned and dashed back the way they had come. His figure was soon invisible as it blended amongst the trees. She was left, leaning against the tree, her lipstick smeared, her clothes rumpled and her hair messy. Looking in her bag, she pulled out a hand mirror and her wand. Checking her appearance, she muttered a quick spell. Her lipstick was immediately back in its right place, and her hair was immaculate. There was nothing she could do about her clothes. She blinked a few times to stop tears welling up in her eyes.

"Well. That's that, then," she mumbled to herself, trying not to burst into sobs as she pushed herself away from the tree. She began to walk back along the path, back to the main doors.

As she was coming back into the Entrance Hall, a voice startled her.

"Hermione! What a surprise to see you! I... are you okay?" It was Neville. He had just come down the main stairs. He looked exactly as he had looked ten years ago. His face hadn't quite lost all of its baby fat, and he was in a jumper and jeans. He looked worried at the sight of Hermione, who, on the way back, hadn't quite managed to keep all of her tears in.

"You look a bit... strange. What's wrong?" Neville asked, sounding concerned. He came over and stood in front of her.

Hermione shook her head. "It's nothing. I'm fine, I'm fine... I just went for a walk and tripped up, that's all." She looked at him, willing him not to ask anything else.

Neville obviously wasn't fooled. He looked at her for a few seconds, taking in her rumpled clothing and teary face. "Ah, okay. I... I hope you feel better soon. See you inside." And with a smile, he hurried off through the doors of the Great Hall. Hermione breathed out.

She waited a moment before going the way Neville had and going into the Great Hall.

The Hippogriffs were playing some sort of fast-paced song, but Hermione wasn't in the mood for dancing. She noticed her coat was hanging on the edge of a chair, and grabbed it. She couldn't stay here for much longer. Catching sight of Ginny, she smiled nervously. Ginny, who was dancing with Dean, looked back at her. She didn't smile, but her look was not a mean one.

Hermione knew she couldn't stay here anymore. She headed for the doors.

As she neared them, someone appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey, Hermione! How's your night been so far?"

It was Cormac McLaggen. He was standing at the door, smiling. He moved towards her as she tried to go through the doors.

"Um, Cormac, I'd love to stay and chat, but I really have to go," she said, trying to manoeuvre herself past him.

He stepped forward. "Why does this seem to happen every time we meet? If you must, then go."

"Thanks, Cormac."

And, with a quick nod in his direction, she hurried out of the doors, and into the Entrance Hall. Once she was out of the main doors and in the cool, evening air, she breathed out. What was going to happen once she got home? What had Ron said?

Well, there was only one way to find out.

A/N: So, Ron got his mind back in the end! But... how awkward will it be when Hermione gets home? Answer: very awkward.

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