Why Romione?

Flying high

*Hermione's POV, two weeks later*

I swing out of bed, rubbing my eyes and yawning. Angelina has made breakfast- she always does on Saturdays, it's kind of our thing. As always, the smell of pancakes smacks me in the face, and wakes me up.

 Angelina looks at me strangely as I enter the kitchen, I must look really tired. Heck, I am really tired! I was lying in bed until really late, because I couldn't sleep. I was just thinking about Ron. This is ridiculous. He didn't ask for my number when we first met, and I didn't ask for his, so we haven't been in contact since that night. I should have asked Ginny, but I haven't seen her either! I've pretty much just been in a vicious cycle- eat, sleep, work. No play. These past two weeks have been excruciating without Ron. I know it sounds silly, and yes, I was only with him for a couple hours, but I... I don't know. I just feel so... in tune with him. It's like he's my other half. My soulmate. My lobster.

"Rise and shine, Hermione! How you doin'?" Angelina's voice awakens me from my zombie-like trance.

"I'm doing okay, I guess. I don't really know. I just feel so lovesick."

"Well, ask Ginny to ask Harry to ask Ron for his number." Angelina sounds out each syllable slowly, like I'm stupid.

"Yeah, like that thought never popped into my head. It's a moo point." I scoff.

"A moo point?"

"Yeah. It's like a cow's opinion. It doesn't matter. It's moo!" I explain.

"Have I been living with you too long, or did that all just make sense?"

I smile, and grab a stack of pancakes from the bench. Shovelling mouthfuls of pancakey deliciousness into my mouth, I think about Angelina's words. Why have I not asked Ginny to ask for Ron and- oh, I don't know. I need to see him today, or I might literally go bonkers. What am I kidding, I am bonkers.

*Ron's POV* 

"Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven, see, I told you. Less than 100 steps from your place to mine." I say, walking through the door of my house.

"You have waaaaay too much free time." He shakes his head. "Now, down to business. Why have you not been in touch with Hermione?"

"Dunno." I reply, making myself a cup of tea before sitting down on my pleather couch. "I'm too scared. She has to love me back right? Right?"

Harry laughs. "Ron. We went through this. Scratch that, we never stop going through this. She definitely loves you. When we stumbled in on you two, we watched you for a few seconds before we made ourselves known. The way she looked into your eyes, the way she held you in her arms, it reminded me of the relationship Ginny and I have."

I nod slowly. "But I don't have her number. Can you call Ginny and ask her for Hermione's number?"

"Sure! I'll do it right now. No time to waste, the weekend is ticking away." Harry jumps up, and strolls to the phone.

*Hermione's POV*

I sit glumly by the phone, waiting for it to ring. Suddenly, I hear a loud ringing noise, and I doubt it's the fire alarm. I pick up the phone on the first ring- wait, does that make me sound too desperate? Never mind, I am desperate.

"Hi, who am I speaking to?" The voice asks, and I smile so hard my face goes red.

"Ron?"

"Hermione?" His voice quavers slightly as he says my name.

I decide it's time to tell him the truth. "Ron, it's been horrible without you. I wish I had contacted you. I missed you so, so much. I need to see you again." 

*Ron's POV*

She missed me? She needs to see me again? She's taking the words right out of my mouth! I have a whole speech written on a notepad next to me, but it doesn't exactly apply anymore, so I make an executive decision to speak from the heart.

"Hermione, I, I missed you too. I've been worrying if you love me as much as I love you. And before you tell me, you need to know how I feel about you. I've never felt this way about anyone before. You're my lobster. You are so incredibly beautiful, and when I think about you, I tremble with joy, and tears spring to my eyes. I love you Hermione."

I hear sobbing and sniffing on the other end of the line. Was my speech well received?

"Ron, all the things you just said apply to you. You're my lobster. You're so handsome. I don't know how to put my feelings for you into words. You, you complete me."

I smile. The door creaks open slowly. I swivel to see who has arrived. I see Hermione.

"I'll call you later." She whispers, and hangs up the call. We run towards each other, and we kiss. She runs her hands through my hair, and I hold her face in my hands. I feel so good, like I'm on top of the world, like nothing can stop me flying. I am free.

A/N

Hey everyone! I really enjoyed writing this chapter, so I hope you had fun reading it. I'm only 13, so a lot of the scenes in this book are really tricky, but I hope I've done Ron and Hermione justice! Also, I've noticed that people other than my sister are reading this, and for some reason that really shocks me! Like, people from America and stuff, I mean wow! I don't know if there was too much fluff or anything. There probably was, but I just couldn't stop writing it!

 Also, I hope this chapter gave you the feels! My sister, who is a Dramione shipper, admitted to getting the feels when reading this, and it made me really happy.  Anyway, thanks for reading!