Romione Love Story Chapter 16 - Diya K. M.

(third person)

Everyone had finally reached the burrow.

Hermione took a deep breath. Fresh air at last! It was Hermione's first time riding in a flying car and to say she hated would be an understatement. Since the car was so small, she ended up wedged between Fred and George in the front seat. Riding with them is like riding with lunatics. Although she would still choose a magical car over a broom.

Ron walks over to Hermione, handing her trunk to her. She smiles, remembering the moment not too long ago. As they walked from the train station to the flying car, Ron suddenly decided to hold Hermione's hand. It was a surprise at first, however, it didn't take long for her to relax in his touch

As Harry and Ginny grabbed their stuff, the twins grab Hedwig and Crookshanks.

"Where have you been?."

They all turn to see a fuming, red-faced Mrs. Weasley standing in the middle of the front door.

"I sent you an owl two hours ago, TWO HOURS, to pick them up and you come here forty-five minutes late?!" Molly yells at the twins as the wince at her shouts. She, then, turns her attention to Harry and Hermione. "Oh...Harry and Hermione. So good to see you dears!"

"Nice to see you too, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione and Harry say at the same time.

Once inside the smell of bread baking immediately fills the room. As the others rushed to put their belongings in their rooms, Harry lingers a bit to gaze at the familiar Weasley clock. That has always been Harry's favorite part of the house, hoping that he could one day have his picture in a spoon next to all the red-haired children. He always felt like the Weasleys were the only family he has ever had.

Harry soon joins the rest and goes upstairs to put his trunk, Hedwig, and his carry-on away. On his way from the room he shared with Ron, he happened to pass the girls room. The door is slightly cracked and he could see a sliver of long red hair. His chest tightened at the simple sight of Ginny. He knows he shouldn't since Ron is just downstairs but he couldn't help himself.

Without knocking, harry slowly push the door.

"And he held my hand the entire time- oh," Hermione stops mid-sentence when she notices Harry. "Hello Harry,"

He take ginny's hand without saying anything to hermione , to another room.

They started to make-out but they were suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"BANG-BANG"

Harry went to near the bookshelf , pretending searching something while ginny open the door. she saw ron standing there.

"Why was this door locked?"- he asked.

"It wasn't, you idiot!" -ginny said.

"Then why didn't it opened?"-he said cautiously.

"Maybe because you twisted the handle wrong. you don't make anything correct."- she said defending themselves.

"What were you two doing up here anyway? No one comes up here," Ron states. Harry's cheeks turn right red. Avoiding any eye contact at his best mate, Harry prays that Ron doesn't notice his now wrinkled shirt and messy hair. Ginny somehow manages to look decent and like nothing every happened.

"we were looking for something!"- ginny scoffed.

"well, what was that". he asked.

It..

"DINNER IS READY!" Molly yells from the bottom floor. Thankful for being saved from more lies, Ginny and Harry rush downstairs without saying another word to Ron.

Ron just walks out the room, shutting the door behind him, and sighing to himself. *Do they really think i bought that?- he thought to himself.*

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Everyone, except Ron, was gathered at the table awaiting the delicious dinner Molly had slaved over all day. With a whisk of her wand, the food settled in the kitchen floated in the air and landed on the dining table. A few seconds later Molly appeared and settled in her usually seat. Arthur had to work late at the office so he would join the rest of the crew a bit later.

Ron finally walked into the dinning room and took his seat next to Harry, sitting across from Hermione. When he sat down Hermione looked up and smiled at him, flashing her teeth. Ron's heart nearly stopped. Quickly recollecting himself, Ron began to pile food onto his plate.

They talk and eat like usual and fred spoiled everyone about the relationship between george and angelina. it was a quite surprise to everyone.

*After sometimes,*

Everyone turns to see a red-haired man standing in the archway of the dining room, carrying a brown briefcase. Arthur Weasley was finally home from work.

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Dinner was finished and everyone was gathered in the living room floor. Bill joined them later that evening, along with Remus & Tonks. Molly was in a deep conversation with Tonks and Remus while Arthur was chatting away with Charlie and Bill. Fred was joking around with Harry while Hermione and Ginny were upstairs talking.

Ron had been in the group with Harry and Fred but he noticed George sitting by himself, scribbling away on some parchment paper, so he decided to give him some company.

"you and angelina are really a thing?"- ron asked.

Yes"-

I can't believe it!"

"I know! everyone was surprised"- george said by nodding.

Ron chuckled but didn't say anything else as George went back to his writing. A lot of emotions were swirling around in his head. Things were almost back to normal with Hermione after their time at the hospital together. Despite the fact that he was still dating Lavender, she stopped avoiding him and he could have a real conversation with her without it being awkward. But something was missing.

Ron- "George"-

Yes!"- he answered.

"Can i ask you a question"

"Is it about hermione?" george interrupted.

"how do you-"

George gives him a knowing look. "I'm your brother, I know these things. Besides, everybody knows."

Ron's eyes widen. "everybody"..

"Everybody except Hermione herself. Why don't you just tell her? It's been six years."

Ronald shrugged. "I don't know. I'm afraid I'll ruin our friendship if she doesn't feel the same, and our friendship means more than the world to me, at the same time, though, it kills me that she doesn't know. Sometimes I just want to scream, I LOVE YOU!"

George nodded- "what my advice?"

"Yes..."

"Kiss her," George suggested. "Kiss her and see how she reacts. Better yet, kiss her and walk away. Give it a day or two then come back to her."

Ron choked. "I can't do that.."

"Why".

"Because i don't know why?"

"Then do it," George stood to his feet before pulling Ron to his and pushing him toward the stairs. "Right now. Now is your chance."

Ron begin to panic. "George--i"

"Shut it, prat. Go kiss the love of your life then report back to me."

Ron stood at the base of the stairs, staring up at the top. His heart was beating rapidly at the thought of actually kissing Hermione. Should he even do it? This could be a horrible mistake, he might even get slapped.

Then again, he wanted to know how Hermione truly felt. And even if she didn't feel the same way, at least he got to kiss her.

*This is a terrible idea.* Ron thought to himself. *This could ruin our friendship forever.*

He shook his head and, before he could change his mind, he turned to the left and headed to Ginny's room. Once he got where he could he voices, he leaned his ear against the door, listening.

"He definitely likes you, Hermione." Ginny spoke first.

"I just don't know. I'm so in love with him. i don't think I could handle it if he didn't love me back," Hermione answered.

Ron heart broke. Hermione was in love with someone else, which meant that she couldn't be in love with him. He wanted to cry. With a heavy heart, he turned around to leave but before he could take one step the door swung open.

"Ron?"- hermione choked.

He turned around, his eyes boring into Hermione's. "Hi, um, can we talk?"

"About what"? ginny asked.

"It's kind of...private."

Without saying another word, Ron reached over and grab Hermione's hand, pulling her a crossed the hall into his room. Once inside, he closed the door and locked it. Hermione raised her brows when he turned to face her.

"You locked the door?" hermione asked.

"I figured it's going to be a while, so I didn't want us to be disturbed."

Hermione's cheeks instantly flushed. "What exactly do you plan on doing?"

"Just talk! I promise nothing inappropriate!" He squeaked, assuring her.

"That's good." She walks over to the bed and sits down. Ron walks over, sitting down next to her. Hermione could tell something serious was on his mind.

"Do you..?" never mind it's stupid! he frowned.

Hermione frowned. "Have you ever loved someone so much that all you want is for them to know how you feel but you're afraid of them not feeling the same way?"

Yeah".

She got up from the bed and walked over to the door, standing a foot away from the wood. "I have been in love with this guy for a long time now, and he doesn't know."

Ron clenched his fists. How could she be talking about another guy right in front of him? Did she even realize it was killing him to know that she could love someone other than him. Did Ron know the guy she was in love with?

"And," She continues. "I think he might be in love with me too but I'm not sure. That's just wishful thinking. But I think I'm going to tell him-"

"Don't" ron yelled. "don't tell him"!

He marched up to her. "Don't talk about being in love with another guy when I'm right here in front of you."

In midst anger but mostly jealousy, Ron snaked one arm around Hermione's waist, pulled her close and kissed her.

Suddenly aware of what he was doing, Ron pulled away and rushed out of the room, leaving Hermione with a flushed face and tingly lips.