Why Did You Leave? | A Romione Story

Honesty...

I was glad Ron had come to terms with the reason. I know he was awfully embarrassed by what he'd said, but we both knew it was the truth. Harry, of course, was almost entirely oblivious to it...or so Ron thought. I knew Harry knew. You see, Ron isn't particularly good at lying.

Ron still listened to the radio every day. His family didn't have the most unique names, both in the muggle and the wizarding world, so every mention of a Molly, or a Charlie, or a Fred shook him and kept his fear alive at the back of his mind. There was a mention of an attack at a muggle dentist practice up in Newcastle, which did nothing but remind me that even my family weren't safe.

Later that day, Harry was busy examining books and papers about horcruxes and occlumency, so Ron pulled me aside.

"Hermione, can I ask you something?"

"Of course Ronald."

"So now that you know about, yanno, me and how I feel. I was wondering how you feel...about me."

His cheeks went an embarrassed shade of scarlet.

Should I tell him? But this isn't how I imagined it. No. I'll keep him guessing. This isn't the time or place to worry about this.

"I think you're wonderful Ronald. And a little irritable."

And with that, I went back inside the tent. I felt awful about it though. I do like Ron, I really do. There's no denying it. But I think we all need to concentrate on finding and destroying these horcruxes. Harry wouldn't be particularly comfortable either, I feel. There were times when I so badly wanted to kiss Ron. Everytime we were in an argument, Ginny and Harry would tell us to kiss and make up and I suppose I always wanted to do just that, literally. Looks like Ron did as well.

As I stood up, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. It was unexpected and I let out a short gasp. It was Ron. He pushed a finger to his lips, indicating my silence.

"How do you really feel 'mione? About it?" His voice was quiet and husky.

"About what?" I asked, as he slipped both his onto my waist.

"About this."

This turned out to be a long and passionate kiss. As he leant in, I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing us closer and closer together. As he kissed me, I felt like fireworks were sparking in my head and a drummer was drumming on my heart and a swarm of butterflies were unleashed in my stomach. It was the most unexpectedly beautiful moment.

As Ron and I drew apart, we stared into each others eyes. I felt my face get pinker, in perfect syncopation with Rons. It makes me giggle, when his face matches his hair. So I giggled, but my laughter was cut short by another kiss.

I was glad Ron had been completely honest. I hadn't at first, but I think the kiss settled that. It was the most honest thing that had ever happened. It was so real. There was no underlying thing that made us do it, it just happened. It was perfect.