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Chapter 1
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The water stirred gently. The colors changed quickly, fading from one to another. Pink, blue, yellow, orange... The potion rised at an alarming speed in the cauldron, and soon it was bubbling and overflowing, ready to explode. Out of nowhere an unseen hand gently poured sparkling powder into he potion. It bubbled more and more, and...
I opened my eyes brusquely. I was still in my room, there was no cauldron anywhere near me. Then I remembered. I remembered what had happened the previous night, in the common room. Harry hurrying me to the dormitory, me hiding behind the stair wall, Harry and Ron shouting at eachother... them telling me I was weird. Harry... I was in love with him. He was so... good looking, so smart, and brave... I had faint memories of having feelings for Ron, but brusquely something in me had made me love Harry. I was sure, so sure... that I always had. Deep inside, we'd always been more than friends. Oh, I hope he feels the same way!

I sat down at the table, feeling joyful and full of happiness. I sat right in front of Harry and smiled at him brightly. He sort of half-smiled back, and rolled his wide-open eyes as he looked down at his food. Ron looked away, annoyed. Did he still have feelings for me? I didn't care anyway.

I quickly gulped down my pumpkin juice. Ron, who had his mouth opened and had brought his food to it, froze with his fork in mid air and frowned at me like I was acting completely weird, but he was the one who looked like weird. I beamed at him, ignoring his non-verbal comment, and leaned towards Harry.
'So, wanna hang out tonight?' I said.
'Er... Don't we always hang out?' he said, looking confused.
'Yeah, but I mean... Without Ron, you know?' I replied, winking at him.
At the sound of his name, Ron lifted his head and frowned at the two of us.
'Hermione, what is wrong with you?' loudly said Harry, taking his bag and getting to his feet.
I watched him storm away,

surprised. I shrugged and got up, waved at Ron and ran after Harry.
'Hey, Harry! Harry, wait up!' I shouted across the hall, bouncing happily.
He looked back, his eyes wide, and walked even faster.

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Chapter 2
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Harry heard the portrait door close and snapped his book shut, hurrying to Ron.
'There's something wrong with her' they both said.
'Okay... but what is it? What d'you do for her to love you so much?' asked Ron, frowning.
'I- nothing! I don't know! She's not normal, though... ' replied Harry.
He scratched the top of his head and looked around anxiously, and paused to think about it. The common room remained silent for a moment as Ron flung himself into the closest couch, flipping over the header and landing comfortably into the cussions, who let out a soft whooshing sound as Ron squished the air out of them.

Then he remembered. Harry jumped brusquely as it came back to him, surprised by his own memory.
'Ron- Ron, I think I know... When I helped George make his love potion... I think it was for a customer that intended to give it to Hermione, but somehow it went wrong and she fell for me instead!'
Ron quickly looked up at Harry, pale, but shocked by the wit of Harry's solution.
'That's gotta be it...' he said. 'C'mon, Harry! We've got to fix this!' he added, getting up and dragging Harry out of the common room by the sleeve.

Hermione was a few feet away, in the corner of the packed hall, looking out the window dreamily with a smile.
'Okay, remember: she can't see you at all' whispered Harry to Ron.
They were both leaning tightly against the stone wall, trying not to be seen by Hermione. They had come up with a plan to get rid of her obsession with Harry, which they were pretty sure was due to a love potion gone bad.
'Are you sure about this?' asked Ron.
'Yeah' said Harry.
'Alright, good luck, mate.'
They crept slowly among the crowd, breathing appologies as they forced themselves through. As they approached the windows Harry gestured Ron to stay where he was, and he continued towards Hermione.
Seconds later he emerged from the crowd in a surprise, leaving Hermione shocked for a moment.
'H- Harry!' she said, and she came back to herself. 'What a surprise! What do you want to do? We can go walk, go talk, go study... whatever!' she said excitedly, counting her suggestions on her fingers.
She was definitely not the Hermione they knew, he had to do this quickly.
'No, er... I was thinking... Maybe we could go talk to Madam Pomfrey!' he said, sinking lower, awaiting to be looked at like an idiot.
Hermione tilted her head forwards, let her body collapse against the window, and looked at Harry with one eyebrow raised.
'Well, I thought-' he started, but he was interrupted.
'Oh no! Don't worry, sounds great!' said Hermione's unusually happy voice.
She grabbed Harry's arm and walked through the crowd with ''excuse me''s and ''sorry''s, while Harry avoided the other students' glare. He rolled his eyes when he got glimpse of Ron laughing at him, accelerating and pulling Hermione to catch her up with him.

Harry knocked on the big wooden door of the Hospital Wing. It opened automatically, and he walked in, followed by Hermione. He oddly pushed her onto a bed and held her there for a second.
'Stay here, alright?' he said, and she nodded innocently.

He walked quickly towards Madam Pomfrey, who was standing beside a nearby bed. He tapped her shoulder, and she gave a little start as he surprised her.
'Oh, Potter! Why brings you here today? I am used to having you injured, but it seems to be a different case today' she said, examining him from head to toe.

'Er... Yeah' Harry said, giving a brief smile. 'It's Hermione, actually... She swallowed a love potion.'
'Oh goodness!' said Madam Pomfrey. 'Just give me a moment!' she added, leaving the room quickly.
Harry walked back to where Hermione was sitting and collapsed next to her.
'So...' he said randomly.
'So what?' she said, smiling at him suspiciously.
'Nothing! I was just asking-'
'Oh, no need. I know what you're thinking' she said, leaning towards him.
'No, Hermione you've got it all wrong- What's wrong with you-'
She leaned even lower towards him, bringing her face right in front of his.
'Oh, don't lie to me, Harry Potter' she added, giggling softly.
At this moment Harry was glad they were alone in the room. She brought her lips to his and kissed him, but he didn't kiss her back. He jumped to his feet and prepared to shout at her, but was interrupted.
'Hrm!' said Madam Pomfrey's voice. 'I'm afraid she'll have to stay here for a while' she said. 'It'd be preferable if you... stayed away?'
Harry nodded and waved at her. In the corner of his eye he saw Hermione wave at him happily, forgetting completely that she was still in the Hospital Wing.

Harry arrived, out of breath, at the common room. He had been running as fast as he could. He gave the password, and climbed in through the portrait hole, freezing as he noticed Ron sitting on the couch.
'What?' said Ron, looking at Harry. 'That was fast' he added.
'Yeah, got out as soon as I could...' said Harry, avoiding Ron's gaze.
''Night!' he called as Harry ran up the flight of stairs that led to the dormitory.
'Yeah' said Ron, going back to his homework.
Harry wasn't going to tell him. Not Ron, never. How would he react when he'd learn that Hermione had kissed Harry? Not well, that's for sure, he wouldn't understand. But even Harry didn't understand. Why did he have that tingling feeling in his stomach?

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Chapter 3
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I woke up the next morning, feeling weird. I didn't remember dreaming of Harry, and I wasn't thinking about him either. Actually, the only thing I had left was the memory of loving him.

I prepared to get up and feel the cold stone floor, but I failed to. Hands were holding me where I was, on the unusually white bed, not letting me up. I looked at the responsible for this.
'Hey there, darling' said Madam Pomfrey, still holding me down as I attempted to get up again. 'Don't move.'
I relaxed.
'Why? Why am I here?' I said patiently.
'You... consumed a love potion' she said, looking at me sadly, taking her hands off me. 'Potter brought you here yesterday... you seem fine.'
I looked at her angrily, suddenly losing my patience.
'Yes, I am fine! Now let me go!' I shouted, grabbing my bag and storming off into the castle.

My feelings were confusing. Why was I angry? Was it because Madam Pomfrey was annoying me? No, she was a very nice woman. Was it, perhaps, because I didn't love Harry anymore? But then, if I was angry because of that, I must still love him...

I stood in front of the portrait hole, staring at the Fat Lady.
'What? Do not look at me! It's not my fault you missed the password change-'
'And it's not mine either!' I said.
'Alright, then. But only this one time!' she said, rolling her eyes like she really meant it. 'It's love, alright. I got the idea from Harry Potter, he was talking to himself...'
'I don't care about Harry Potter! Love!' I hissed, stepping forward. 'Thank you.'
I froze. Harry was standing in the common room, looking lost. I couldn't help myself, and I didn't know why, but I started runnning towards him, opening my arms wide. I was cut by Dean, who had spotted Harry.
'Harry! Hey, do you know-'
I stared at Harry, ashamed of my behaviour. What was up with me? What was I doing? I was embarrassed, but continued to look at Harry, breathless, with my mouth half open and my tearful eyes wide-open. What about Ron?

Hours later, after dinner and before bed, late at night, Harry and I sat in the common room doing our homework. Ron had gone to bed early, complaining that he had already done enough homework yesterday.
I looked at Harry. Unfortunately, once again he noticed.
'Why do you keep looking at me? Hermione, I think we should go to the Hospital Wing again-'
'Harry, no!' I said, shaking my head. 'You don't understand.
'I'm fine, really. I came out of the Hospital Wing feeling... weird, that's all. I just don't know what I want right now.'
'What do you mean?' Harry said, looking sympathetic.
'I- It's nothing. It's just... my feelings. They're all confusing, that's... that's all' I said, not thinking twice, and I kissed him over the table.
Only seconds later I had changed my mind, and I was shaking my head and getting to my feet.
'Hermione...'
'No! Harry, this doesn't make sense. I mean- What about Ron and I? You know I've liked him forever, you know he's liked me forever! This just isn't right! How could I feel anything for you? We're like brother and sister...'
I walked away, covering my face in one hand as if I were trying to hide myself, get away from the world. But the worst: I did want to.

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Weeks went by. Slowly and weirdly, but they passed. Harry and I were practically not talking, almost ashamed of what was happening, afraid to have even barely any communication. The ambiance was odd, awkward, and I'd also say uncomfortable. Ron seemed suspicious at times, but I did my best to hide the situation, the problem, and what a relief it was to see that Harry was trying to cooporate.

It was friday, and we were in our last class, Defence Against the Dark Arts. Harry sat in front of me, opening up a package that Hedwig had just dropped on the table. I looked at him, waiting.
'Are you going to read it?' I asked, and he sort of jumped at the sound of my voice.
'Oh, er... yeah' he said.
He untied the bow that held the folded paper. Harry unfolded it and cleared his throat.
'Harry' he started to read in a whisper.
'I'll be needing you in my office after your class, which I believe to be Defence Against The Dark Arts. Don't want to miss that, do you? PS: The gargoyle may ask you who I defeated in 1945...
'It's from Dumbledore' he added, shoving the letter in his pocket.
'Noticed. Wonder what he's got to tell you this time?' I said.
'We'll see' Harry muttered.
It was one of the rare proper conversations we had had in a while. I was happy things were getting better...
'Alright, you may leave now!' said the teacher.
Everyone got up, Harry first.
'I'll see you later, gotta go quick' he said, dashing out of the dungeons.
I waved at him and tried to get up. A hand grabbed my arm and supported me.
'Oh, Ron! You're back. I was just... er... getting up' I told him.
'Need help?' he said.
'I'm fine, thanks.'
'Well, reckon' you'll be alright? I'm really sorry... You know I'm bad at Defence Against The Dark Arts' he said, smiling.
I now stood a few inches away from him, searching his face. I sighed.
'Yeah, I'm good. I'll try making it better later...' I said, looking at my foot.
Ron smiled. Then, without warning, he hugged me. I hugged him back, but after a moment tears started to run down my cheeks, and I was crying. Ron noticed an instant later, when he realized his shirt was wet.
'Hey, what's wrong?' he asked, frowning.
'Nothing' I lied, although it was obvious there was a problem.
'You sure?' he said.
'Mr Weasley, Miss Granger, the class was dismissed quite a while ago. I think you should leave now' said the teacher's cold voice.
I quickly took my things and rushed out of the classroom, followed by Ron. He must of understood I didn't want to talk about it, because he didn't ask me again why I was crying. But I did want to talk about it.

'Harry, we need to talk' I said as soon as he came into the common room.
'Again?' he sighed. 'Where's Ron?'
'Upstairs. Now really, Harry. How do you feel about me?'
He seemed shocked by the question. In his pale face I saw confusion, anger, sadness...
'I- I don't know... Hermione, I don't want this to keep happening-'
'But that's exactly it, Harry! We have to figure it out if, you know...'
'But I don't know!' he said angrily, throwing his bag on the couch and collapsing next to it. He put his hand through his hair and sighed. 'Look, how do you feel about me?
I tilted my head sideways and looked at him sadly. How did I feel about him?
' I don't know...' I replied, sitting next to Harry. I looked at him. 'It's just so hard to tell...'
I put my arms around him and he hugged me. But it wasn't a romantic hug. Or was it?
I gasped and let him go.
'What?' he said, frowning.
I didn't say anything, only gestured towards the portrait.

Harry turned around, and the color faded from his face. We both stared at Ron, who had gone from happy to confused to his current emotion, anger. His face was pale and angrier as ever, he looked as he would explode.
'Ron- Ron it's not what you think!' I said anxiously.
'Not what I think?' he said. 'I think I know what this means, Hermione! You said it was just a love potion' he hissed angrily, turning to Harry.
'It was, Ron! Seriously, it's not-'
'It's not what? It's not that you guys are snogging in my back, exchanging little love letters?'
'We're not exchanging love letters or snogging in your back' I said, frowning confusingly.
'Well- whatever you're doing! It's behind my back!' Ron shouted. 'I thought... I thought you liked me' he added to me, not looking at at me directly, but speaking the most calmly he had done yet.
It hit me with a pang. I was not meant to be with Harry. I didn't love him at all, not even a little bit. He was just a friend to me. It was Ron I loved, it had been Ron all along! I sprang to my feet and looked at Ron sadly for a moment, bursting into tears and storming out of the common room.

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Chapter 4
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A week had passed since the 'Ron incident'. We didn't speak at all, and it was the same for him and Harry. As for Harry and I, we didn't hang out or have conversations, only occasional waves and comments. We weren't mad or angry at eachother, only confused, awkward... afraid. Afraid of what would happen now, what was to come. We had both had our attemps to talk to Ron, but he would ignore us and start talking to Seamus, his new best friend. I would watch them go, tears in my eyes, and turn around angrily. I was slightly angry at Ron too, even if I wanted to talk to him. I was angry at him for being angry at us, for not understanding. But I was going to talk to him, no matter what.
I sat in an armchair in the common room, late a sunday night. I had no book, only a quill and a parchement on my lap. But I did not write, I only listened to the rain tapping against the roof and the window, thinking, even though my thoughts weren't very cleared. Everything was blurred, I was so tired. I took my quill, sighed, dipped it in the ink and pressed it against the paper.

Dear Ron,

I started. And right after that, the words came to me so fast, I spilled them out quickly on my parchement, not stopping.

Dear Ron,

I'm really, really sorry, but I know that you're aware of that. I never thought this was going to happen to us. I want you to understand that there is nothing, nothing between Harry and I anymore. It was just a phase after I drank the potion, my feelings were all confused. Please understand that! I have never, or will never, feel anything for Harry, he's my best friend and that's all, I love him as a brother. I understand that you misunderstood this, and please realize it too. The true thing is, Ron, that there's only one person in this world that I have ever truly loved, and that one person, Ron...

I stopped, hesitating. I read my letter again, thinking it over. Was it right? Was he going to believe me? Understand me? I nodded to myself after a moment of reflexion, and finished writing the two last words of my letter.

... is you.

A tear fell onto the paper as I folded it in four and tied it with a string. I got up and wiped my eyes, walking out of the common room. I climbed out of the portrait and headed down the staircases quickly, since the time was limited till I'd have to be back in bed.
I hurried accross the hall, accelerating each step then slowing down again. At last I ran into Harry, who seemed to be in a hurry to get back too. He smiled curtly and nodded, muttering 'Ron' under his breath. I nodded and showed him my letter, whispering 'Same'. He waved at me and hurried along, and I continued my walk much more light-hearted.

Finally I got to the owlery. I took the owl closest to the window, a small brown-feathered owl with black, shining eyes. I gave him the letter, told him 'Ronald Weasley' and set him out into the sky. I stared at the window of the tower accross from mine. I knew that Ron was there. I waited, watching the owl and the window, and finally his figure appeared. He was just close enough for me to see him well, and I knew this was him. He stood there, staring, as he recognized me too. I didn't take my eyes off him. Finally, he opened the window lazily and held his hand out. The owl drew closer and closer to the window, and finally it reached it, dropped the letter into Ron's palm...

And it fell. It slipped from Ron's hand, so many feet above the land. We both watched it fall slowly into the emptiness, floating in the air softly. At last it fell out of sight, and I looked at Ron, my eyes full of tears. He did not close the window, only sat next to it, his face in his hands. I let the owl back in, closed the window and ran out of the owlery, crying with frustratiion and anger. I ran past a teacher, perhaps Snape, who pointed his lit wand at me, but I ignored it and kept going. I reached the Fat Lady's portrait and mumbled the password, and with a roll of her eyes she pretended to understand it and let me in. I hurried in the common room, wiped my eyes with my sleeve. I took the things I had left in the common room and went up the stairs to the girls' dormitory, where I changed quickly and fell asleep in seconds, dreaming endlessly about the parchement falling into nothingness.

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I woke up the next day, 10 minutes before class. Anna, a Gryffindor girl, woke me up.
'Hurry, hurry! You wouldn't want to be late, miss know-it-all' she said, laughing.
I smiled sarcastically, changing in a minute. As I pulled my shoes on with one hand I brushed my teeth with the other, and then I had one hand brushing the teeth and the other brushing the bushy hair.
'Come on' said Anna, popping out of nowhere. 'Forget the bushy hair and hurry up!'
She rushed me all the way to Potions Class, but when we got there something wasn't right. The door was locked, there didn't seem to be anyone there. But I still had 2 minutes! I looked at Anna. She was forcing herself not to laugh, but she couldn't hold it and burst into laughter.
'Ha!' she said loudly, laughing. 'I got you this time, didn't I? We're an hour early!' she said, laughing.
I rolled my eyes and put my hand through my hair, untangling many knots as I went. Anna tapped me on the back and left, saying:
'I'll see you later, alright?'
I waved lazily and pulled my bag onto my shoulder, walking towards the courtyard.
Not many students were there, only me, a couple of girls, a few guys, and Ron. Ron. He was sitting on a bench, leaning against the wall behind it. He wasn't doing anything, only looking around, looking lost.
I took a chance. With a deep breath and walked toward that bench and sat down next to him, looking at him. He looked at me, surprised, but grunted and looked away again, tossing a wrapper away in the grass.
I cleared my throat.
'Ron-'
'Hermione' he said flatly,
'Ron, I-'
But I didn't finish my sentence. Something shiny had distracted me, sparkling brightly in the sun. I got up and walked towards the light, and kneeled down. Ron followed me with his eyes, curious. I picked up what seemed to be a piece of parchement, attached with a string embroded with tiny stones. Suddenly, realizing what it was, I gasped and dropped it. I held my chest with one hand, sighing heavily, and bent down to pick it up again. I held my shaky hand out towards Ron, handing him the letter.
'This- This is yours' I said, hesitating.
His eyes searched me for a moment with a confused look, and he took the letter, walking away without keeping his eyes off me.

Finally, I was in Potions Class, alas it was the real one... I sat at the table, in line with Ron and Harry. I was nervous, very nervous. I had never thought that Ron and I could be in the same room when he read the letter. And yet he was reading it, so absorbed by it that he was forgetting to make his potion. Snape was walking up and down the rows, and he was doing ours now. Of course, he noticed Ron's lack of attention in potion-making, and a smack in the head with a book did him good. Ron sat up straight, cleared his throat and put the letter away, pretending to search for potion ingredients.
I looked at Harry, on my right. He gave me thumbs up, and I shrugged wordlessly.
Time went by slowly. Snape was testing us, and we had to make the Draught Of Living Death. Harry, of course, had completely forgotten how, and Ron... I'm not sure he had ever known. He was scratching his head, frowning at the board then at his cauldron. I kept glancing at him once in a while, wondering what he was currently thinking. I thought- what would happen after this class? Would Ron talked to me? But if he talked to me... what would he say? Would he ignore my letter? I added the last drop, the final touch to my potion. Snape walked passed it, and I glared at him with patience. He cleared his throat, raised his eyebrows and continued walking, checking the other potions (with a look of disgust at Ronald's). And finally, when he was done, he lifted his arms high in the air, opened his palms in a gesture to silence the class, which automatically went mute, and said:
'Alright. Class dismissed, you have no homework, and I assume that will take advantage of this free time to study-'
'Free time?' muttered Ron, although not to anyone particularly.
The class was emptied, but I stood next to the door, and when Harry came I grabbed him by the arm, pulling him aside.
'What-' he started, but I silenced him by pressing my finger against his lips.
'Don't move or say anything' I whispered.
He obeyed, and it wasn't until Snape was gone and he had locked the door that I moved, exhaling.
'What is it?' Harry asked, cleaning the dust off his robes.
'I think Ron read my letter' I said.
'You think?' he said, looking at me in the eyes.
At this look I put my arms around him, but it was a friendly hug, nothing more.
'I'm so sorry Harry, this is all my fault-'
'It's alright, I'll just talk to him-'
'Harry, do you realize- He'll never let you talk to him!' I said, grabbing the doorknob.
'Don't worry. I think he'll want to talk to you first-' he said, shrugging.
I let the doorknob go, looking at Harry, and I faced him.
'You're right. I'll... go see him after. I should never of- you know...'
'I said don't worry!' Harry repeated, grabbing me by the shoulders. 'I'm the one who got that love potion wrong, it's my fault.'
'Harry, let's just say it's nobody's fault, okay? Maybe things were just meant to be like that. For... for a reason. I don't know which one, but some reason' I said.
Harry looked at me, and smiled. I outstretched my hand.
'Friends?'
He smiled again and nodded, grabbing my hand.
'Friends.'

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Chapter 5
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The bright midday sun struck me as I went through the courtyard. It was empty, most people were already at lunch. But Harry and I weren't. And... neither was Ron, I told myself, seeing him coming the opposite way. He froze at the sight of me, but didn't say a word. Harry and I stopped too, but he stepped forward.
'Ron' he started.
'Hey' said Ron, nodding towards him.
Harry turned around, but saw that Ron was addressing him.
'Wow' he said, laughing. 'First time you talk to me in ages.'
Ron smiled, probably for the first time in ages, like Harry would of said.
'Well, you know. Had I known you weren't really a big jerk-' he said, holding out his hand.
Harry smiled, and took Ron's hand. They hugged eachother like old friends who hadn't seen eachother in years, even if that was what it seemed like. I shook my head, so relieved to see them friends again. Little had I remembered that I was to talk to him next...
Harry waved at me, then at Ron.
'I'll... see you two at lunch then' he said, hurrying away...
...leaving Ron and I alone. For a moment we didn't speak, looking at our feet or at the sky. Then I cleared my throat, ready to say something, but he spoke before me.
'I read your letter' he said in a broken, timid voice.
'Oh' I replied, blushing furiously.
He didn't say anything.
'So' I added, my voice shaking with emotion and nervousy.
'It was... nice, I guess' he said.
My stomach flipped, my muscles sunk.
'Nice? Only nice?' I said, a little angry.
'No! I mean- you know... It was nice and I- I understand' he said, his voice trembling too.
I frowned.
'I understood from the second you left the common room. I was just... confused, scared. I didn't know what to say to you guys...'
'But we tried to talk to you everyday!' I cried desperately. 'Couldn't you of said anything?'
'I'm sorry, I'm sorry!' he said. 'I'm talking to you know, what else can I do?'
'I don't know! I was just so... upset. I missed you Ron, I missed you!'
'I know- I... what? You missed me?'
'Well, of course I did! Did you think I was happy without you? Didn't you read my- my...'
'...your letter?' he asked timidly.
I looked at him, tilting my head sideways, and nodded, on the verge of tears. He took my hands, and my heart started racing, my stomach prickling.
'I was sort of... relieved, when you dropped it' I said.
'Oh yeah, sorry about that...' he said, looking away. 'Why? What if I hadn't read it? I wouldn't be here, talking to you because I- because I...'
'You what?' I whispered softly.
I bird flew past us, it's bright blue feather gleaming in the shining sun. It sang a soft, sorrowful melody that enchanted the moment, made it perfect. Out of nervousy, I didn't move. But Ron, the brave unexpected Ron, saved the moment.
'I... feel the same way' he said, leaning forward.
I tilted my head and leaned towards his approaching face. Our lips, slightly parted, drew nearer and for a moment barely touched, suspending the magic of the moment. Finally Ron kissed me, and I kissed him back as softly as I could, as long as I could, trying to carve this wonderful moment in my memory. But the sound of the great bells echoed through the empty castle halls, and with one last kiss Ron pulled me away to the Great Hall, gripping my hand as tightly as he could.

The End

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