"Hermione!" A voice woke me.
"Hermione!" It repeated and I realised it was my mum from down stairs. What time is it? I looked at my digital clock that was on my bed side table. The numbers 12:34 flashed up at me. Oh my god! I barely ever slept in. Images of yesterday came back.
That's right Ron, he was angry and he shouted at me, I ran after him but I couldn't find him. I went home and cried myself to sleep. I know it doesn't seem much of a big deal but I don't know, I'm just sick of him pushing me away I guess.
I shook off the memories from yesterday and got out of bed. I slipped some clothes on and made my way down stairs.
"Hi mum" I mumbled as I sauntered into the kitchen. "Sorry I slept -" I looked up and there Ron was, standing next to my mum. We didn't say anything for a few seconds, and my mum tried to unsuccessfully creep out of the room.
"I'm sorry about yesterday"
"Me too"
"Why are you sorry I was in a mood and I took it out on you and Harry, I'm sorry Hermione."
I sighed.
"Look Ron I know you're finding it hard about your brother and all"
He looked uncomfortable.
"But I'm here for you" I began walking towards him.
"Thanks". Suddenly he drew me into a hug. He made a few noises and I realised that he was crying. Crying! His tears soaked through my T-shirt and I held him tighter. I breathed in deeply, smelling one of the things I love most about Ron, he always smelt of a sort of wood like smell, like family, like cozy Christmases and most of all, like home. We stayed there for a while, feeling the tense of his muscles through his shirt, until I drew apart and broke the silence.
"Come on, let's go upstairs".
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Fanfiction"God dammit Ron, I'm dead. Ugh why for once in your life can you not learn to keep your stupid mouth shu-" I was cut of when Ron moved towards me and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed back and our lips moved together, all of my previous worrie...
