" What's wrong with you today?" Ron looked quizzically at his long time girlfriend.
" What's it to you?", Hermione's blood boiled inside her.
" Just tell me! or I'll-" Ron felt a battle brew.
" Or what!? You'll ran off with Marilyn or Lavender! Go ahead get them knocked up! They'll be happy to do it!" Hermione screamed.
" So that's what this about?!", Ron tried to hide his blushing under the anger.
" Yeah maybe, I saw the way you and Harry checking her out! That girl Marilyn! You let your eyes feast on her like a piece of meat! Do you even know how that hurt Ginny!? Ronald Weasley, I trusted you! Urggg!" Hermione sprinted out of Hogwarts out into the snowy wonderland. She didn't care, she didn't care about the cold that swirled around her or the tangles in her hair, all she could think about is Ron and the gap in her heart. Hermione clasped into the fluffy snow and weep, Hermione let fat tears roll down her rosy cheeks .
" HERMIONE! HERMIONE!" Ron yelled in search of his lover.
"HERMIONE! I NEED YOU!" Ron had finally learned that he needed Hermione like he needed potatoes and air. Ron tried to breath through tears as he ran down the empty corridor right into Professor Holmes.
" Why the rush, Mr. Weasley?" The tall, dark, and handsome teacher asked Ron calmly.
" Professor, I'm sorry but I need to go! I have to go do something!" Ron forced his way past Holmes. Sherlock started to call out to Ron, he stopped himself knowing that his heart was broken. Holmes could always tell when a heart broke, his broke along time ago. Sherlock's heart may have always been this way, he himself wasn't sure, he was born in a broken home and his daughter's young heart was split already, too.
Ron barely noticed when the icy air stabbed him as if it was knifes. He kept running until he saw Hermione, she was shivering and like a ice cube. He draped his sweatshirt around her, it smelled like apples and peppermint.
" Mione I love you," Ron whispered in his true love's ear.
" You are the only girl I love, forever and always, I will always love you." Hermione didn't say a word, she didn't have to. Hermione laced her arms around him and pulled him closer and into a kiss. Ron sniffed Hermione, her cinnamony smell just added to the reason why he loved her. The moment was cut apart when Sherlock begged them to come inside and get warm again.