R/Hr: The little things

Ron shut the door to his bedroom silently. Hermione sat on the foot of his bed, she bowed her head and picked her nails out of angust. Feeling the feel of regret he sat next to her.

"Harry's coming tomarrow." He said quietly, as if he was speaking to a small child. She was just as vulnerable as one right now. Hermione lifted her head in a swift motion. He saw red and puffy circles around her eyes. She gluped to ease her reaction to cry.

"Hermione, I told you. Don't act like you didn't know this was going to happen." She choked back tears.

"Harry's going to be here tomarrow, and this is all over. Nothing happened, it'll be as if these days didn't exhist." He grabbed her hand, but she yanked it away, then began picking at her nails again.

"Three weeks," Her voice cracked from trying to hold sobbs. "Three weeks is all it took for me to fall in love with you." She looked at him again. Ron tucked a fallen piece of hair behind her ear. Then wiped her tears away with his thumb. He lent in to kiss her, but she pulled away. Her actions felt like a knife through his heart. She began crying, again. Quiet sobbs filled the room.

"I love you, but it's why I love you that I have to let you go." He whispered in her ear. Hermione's cries subsided.

"It ends tomarrow, but we still have tonight?" She asked through a crackly voice. Ron nodded. She gripped his shoulders and kissed him deeply, and he kissed her back, desperatly. Driven by desire, he moved along her jaw line, and eventually, down her neck. She pulled on his hair, he took that as premission to lie her down. Their kisses wern't passionate, they were made up of desperation, stress, and anger. But neither of them wanted it to end.

They hadn't done anything more then snogging. He wouldn't do that to her, play around then just leave. The clock hit midnight. Ron lifted himself off her,

"Tomarrow." He said miserably.

"Tomarrow" she repeated. He layed a gentle kiss on her lips, that wasn't full of anger, stress or desperation, but love. She got off the bed and looked once behind her before shutting the door again, he sat up, and watched her go. He had half a mind to run out the door and sweep her into his arms, drag her back into the room and tell her everything was going to be alright between them, and they were going to be together, with Harry or with out, then fall asleep with her in his arms. But he didn't, not after that.
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Ron woke up to the sound of clinging pots and the smell of bacon and eggs. He heard Harry's voice from downstairs. Ron desided to be honest with himself. He'd sell Harry to Voldemort if it ment one more night with Hermione. He didn't dare tell anyone that, except himself. Ron walked down the stairs that creaked under his weight, making him feel fat like every other day. He saw Hermione in her bathrobe, wearing what she had been wearing the night before underneath. He just looked at her, she faked a smile.

"Hey?" Harry said, which severed the tie to Hermione.

"What?" Harry glanced between him and Hermione.

"What?" Ron asked again.

"Nothing." Harry waved him off.

Ron went back to his room after eating breakfast, Harry and Hermione followed him.

"What's going on between you and Ron?" He heard Harry whisper.
"Nothing," Hermione replyed. Knowing that Ron could hear every word. "But I wish there was." Ron walked into his own room feeling like crawling into bed and sleeping -maybe even crying from time to time- for days. But he sucked it up, he had an act to put on. They both did.