Skinny Love: A Romione Love Story [CURRENTLY UNDERGOING REVISION]

Chapter Eleven

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I love you, Ronald Weasley.

That was the last thing I heard before exhaustion fully took over and I drifted asleep. Or maybe it was a dream. It sounded so real. Then again, sometimes dreams can seem like reality. Whether it was real or not, it gave me so much joy and enough peace to instantly fall asleep.

I woke up to the sound of the train and, oddly, the smell of wool. My eyes flutter open and all I see is black. Blinking a bit to rid of the sleep from my eyes, I realize that I am staring at Hermione's stomach. I must have turned around during my sleep and faced her mid-drift. Lifting my head a little, I notice that Hermione is soundly asleep. I slowly get up off her lap, trying carefully not to wake her up. Sitting up, I stretch out my arms while yawning.

Now fully awake I see that Harry and Ginny are sleeping very close together. A little close for my liking. But who am I to get in the middle of love? I know they are secretly dating, just don't know when or where it happened. But it must've happened last week, considering that I accidentally her heard having a conversation about breaking up with Dean. I'm happy for her, them. I just wish they would be honest with me.

True, I have been pretty brutal on Ginny's former boyfriends. Dean only got lucky because I was too busy trying to avoid my own girlfriend to even pay attention to their relationship. Really, though? Hiding it from their best friend and brother? I may not be the brightest wizard but I'm not a complete moron.

Another sigh escapes my lips.

I suppose they will tell me when they're ready. But I swear Harry better behave himself around my sister because if he doesn't I will hex his sorry ars-

"Ron?" I hear Hermione murmur, softly. I look over at her. She opens her eyes, squinting at the bright sun shining through window. I smile at her. "Did the train stop?"

"Yeah I think so," Just then the bell whistles signaling the passengers to leave the train. I look at the snoring pair. "Right, then. I'll go first so you can wake them up. I suppose this isn't the way they want for me to find out about them." I add, standing up to grab my trunk. Right before I reach the door of the compartment Hermione tugs on my shirt causing me to stop. I raise my eyebrows in question.

"Here's your coat," Hermione takes it off before handing it to me.

I smile in thanks, putting it on. I go to leave and she tugs on my clothes again. I turn t face her, raising my brows once again in question.

She just smiles at me. "Ron...I lo-," Hermione hesitates. "love that I get to spend Christmas with your family again. It was such a joy last year." She finishes. I smile at her, forcing the idea that she might have to meant to say something else. Sighing to myself, I finally walk out of the compartment. Hermione didn't stop me this time.

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My mom had sent an howl to us right before we got off the train stating that Fred and George were going to be picking us up in dad's flying car in about fifteen minutes.

I just had two questions.

How on earth are we all going to fit in that tiny car? It was cramped with the four of us when we saved Harry from his aunt and uncle four years ago, and I didn't see how we could fit two more people. Also, why on earth did mum let them drive the car when she refused me? They were a worser driver than I was. You crash the car into the Whomping Willow one time and you suddenly get banished from all driving privileges. That was years ago. They have seriously got to let that go.

Forty-five minutes later and still no sign of Fred and George.

I impatiently pace back and forth. "Where are they! There were supposed to be here forty-five minutes ago-"

"Oi Fred! Is that the kiddos I see?"

We all turn around to see two goofy-looking, tall red-heads approach us.

Fred claps his hands. "I reckon it is, Georgie!"

The two bithering idiots take their sweet time approaching us.

"You're late," I grumble once they reach us.

"Hello to you too, mate!" Fred snickers at my comment.

"Yeah, fancy meeting you guys here!" George adds, smiling like a git. I sigh. They really annoy me. The twins turn to the others, first hugging my sister and Harry before hugging Hermione last.

"Ah Hermione! Good to see you!" Fred hugs Hermione, along with George.

"Or should we say," George starts.

"'Mione!" The twins say in unison.

"Has good ol' Ronnikins confessed his loooove for you yet?" Fred coos. My eye bulge.

"Yeah! Has he?" George chimes in, "He said he was going to have you in his arms by the end of the year, but by the looks of your current state I can see that he has fallen through with his plans to steal your heart."

I. Am. Going. To. Slowly. Murder. Them. Right here. Right now.

"Harry, where is my wand?" I mutter as Hermione's face turns bright red.

"Ron, you're not going to kill them. At least not here." Harry whispers, trying to bite back his chuckles but he is doing a terrible job at it.

"I might," I grumble. Out loud I say, "Can we please get going? I'm sure mum doesn't want us to be any late than we already are. Thanks to two you morons!" I snap.

"Ron, don't be so angry," Hermione giggles at me as she gently places her hand on my arm. My anger instantly goes away. "I think it's adorable that you loooove." She jokes, but when I look deep into her brown eyes they sparkle at the word love. Then she flashes me a toothy grin and my heart quickens, causing my breath catch in my throat. Suddenly I become unaware of Fred, George and the others. Right now it just seems to be me and Hermione.

"Or maybe we were wrong," Fred chuckles.

"All right then. We best be off. I can already hear mum screaming her head off of how late we are," George says as he begins to walk.

Ginny and Harry walk ahead of Hermione and I. My eyes narrow when I see Harry secretly slip his hand into my sister's.

I shake my head at the two before walking along. Hermione begins to walk a little bit ahead of me, but before she can get too far out of reach I tug of her coat, making her stop. She looks at me, raising her brows in question. I push back the butterflies swarming in my stomach and, before I can chicken out, slowly grab her hand, interlacing or fingers. Without saying a word I begin to walk. Hermione's hands stiffen for a moment, but soon relaxes, tightening her grip on my hand, falling in step with me.

I can help the tiny smile that spreads on my lips.

Three chapters in less than 24 hours? WHAT?!I'm on a roll you guys! Don't get too excited, though! This might be my last one!

Until next time!

~Sarah