I Love You

(This takes place after the war, like an hour or so. Hermione's POV. I'm gonna make another chapter about what Harry and Ginny talk about. Possibly, I don't know.)

I sat by the fire in the Gryffindor common room, staring at the dancing flames. I was seated in one of the comfy armchairs. Ginny sat in the other one and we both sat in silence for a little while.

"Ron told me you kissed him during the battle" I blushed scarlet and I saw Ginny smirk out of the corner of my eye

"He did?" She nodded and raised an eyebrow, wanting an explanation "I…I didn't know if we were gonna make it out alive, and I wouldn't be able to handle it if he died, and I never told him that I loved him"

"But you both survived"

"Yes, I didn't think about that. Well, I did, but I thought about the future, not the awkwardness as we talk about the kiss"

Ginny giggled "Have fun with that"

"Thanks" I said sarcastically and then we heard the portrait hole open. I prayed that it wasn't Ron. Ginny and I turned and we saw that it was Harry. Now, I would be alone in a couple of minutes. Harry obviously wanted to talk to Ginny, you could see it in his eyes, and Ginny really wanted to talk to Harry, we had just finished discussing it.

I turned to Ginny and saw that she was smiling, but it was a shy smile, much like the ones she used to wear when she was younger and Harry made eye-contact with her. I smiled softly at them, they were really cute together.

"Hello, Harry" I said, breaking the silence.

"Harry, you look awful" Ginny said. He gave her a look

"Well, thanks"

I laughed "We just came out of a war, we all look awful" They laughed in agreement and Harry walked over to us and sat on the arm of Ginny's chair.

"Some of us weren't supposed to be in this war" Harry looked down at Ginny and she smirked and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Hey, because of me, my mum killed Bellatrix, you're welcome"

"Yeah, but you almost died in the process" Harry retorted

"But I didn't"

"Harry, you are one to talk about dying!" I interjected

"Yeah!" Ginny exclaimed and slapped his arm.

"Oww, I had to die."

"Did you know?" Ginny asked

"Yes, I did, I was a Horcrux, and Hermione I know you probably figured that out a while ago"

"What is a Horcrux?" Ginny asked

"I'll tell you later" Harry said

"Harry, how did you find out?" He was right, I had known, ever since Harry told us about the Horcruxes. I knew that he was attached to Voldemort somehow, and when he mentioned Horcruxes, I had figured it out. But, I couldn't just tell him that he had to die in order to kill Voldemort. He's my best friend.

"Snape's memories, the ones he gave me before he died. In one of the memories he was talking to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore had said that I was the 7th and final Horcrux"

"Harry, I'm sorry I didn't tell you!" I said quickly

"Hermione, relax, it would have just made me more difficult. I understand"

I sigh in relief and I see Ginny and Harry stealing glances at each other. Are they gonna talk or what?

Suddenly, we hear the portrait hole fling open "There you guys are!" I feel my heart stop as Ron walks over to us. My cheeks are bright red and I'm looking down at my hands. I sneak a look up and I see Harry and Ginny looking at me with a smirk on their faces.

"Hey, Ron" Harry greeted; my face went back to my hands.

"Hey," He replied

"Harry?" Ginny said "I think we need to talk"

My head snapped up. She was planning to leave so that Ron and I were alone. Oh, God, I'm gonna kill her.

Harry had obviously caught on "Yeah, we do, let's go up the boy's dormitory" He grabbed her hand and they pretty much ran upstairs.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I should leave or just stay seated. Ron sat where Ginny had and I knew I had to stay now.

"I'm surprised that you aren't trying to stop them" I say softly

"Well, I'd rather have it be Harry than some other bloke"

Silence over comes us as we stare at the fireplace. I glanced at him and he was actually looking at me. Our heads shot back to the fireplace, not wanting eye contact.

I brought my knees up to my chest, hugging them. He looked at me and I looked straight ahead, afraid of what could possibly happen.

What if he didn't like me back? What if he laughed in my face? What if he liked someone else?

All these questions, and more, raced through my mind. I couldn't handle it. I felt tears fall from my eyes. I could feel his eyes on me and I quickly wiped at my tears.

"'Mione" God, I love that nickname

"Hmm?" I said and sniffed a little.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I dropped my legs to the floor. I pushed myself off of the chair and stood up. "I'm exhausted. I'm think I'm gonna go up to bed" I turn my back on him and start to walk through the common room

"Hermione, we are both tired, but if we don't talk about the kiss, I won't sleep tonight" Ron was up and standing in front of me. I hadn't even made it past the couch. I sunk down into it and Ron sat beside me. "Why'd you do it?"

"I…I…I didn't know if we were gonna make it out alive. I had to let you know how I feel about you"

"And how do you feel about me?" Ron asked. I looked at him and his blue eyes bore into mine.

"I-I love you" I said softly, looking down at my hands in my lap.

Ron placed his pointer finger under my chin and lifted my head up to look at him.

"Do you know how long I've waited for you to say that?" He asked with a smile. He grabbed my hand and just held them. My face broke into a smile, but a shy one.

"Really?" I asked

"Yes, Hermione, I love you so much" My breath hitched as he leaned down. His lips let mine and I smiled through the kiss.

Our first kiss had been rushed and passionate, this one was tender and sweet, and I loved every moment of it.

We pulled apart and I grinned. I took in his face. He had scars and dirt covering most of it. I knew I couldn't look any better.

"We look terrible" I giggled. He chuckled and brushes a piece of my hair out of my face

"Yes, we do"



"I'm so sorry about what happened with Fred" His eyes filled with sorrow and I brought my hand up to his cheek.

"Yeah, me too" Ron sighed "George is really torn up

"Ron, he wouldn't want you to mope, he would want you to celebrate his life"

"I know, but it's really hard not to just want to go cry in a corner"

"I'm here for you" I wipe the tear off of his cheek. I had never seen Ron cry, and I don't like it at all.


We sat there for about 20 more minutes, we didn't say a word, and we just held onto each other and stared at the fire once again.

I yawned and let go of Ron, reluctantly. "I'm so tired. I think I'm gonna go up to bed" I kissed his cheek and got up. I had reached the foot of the stairs when he said something

"'Mione?" I turned around


"Can…can you maybe stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone"

"Of course" I walked over to him and we both walked up the Boy's staircase.

It was quiet, Harry and Ginny must be asleep. I knew Ron wouldn't get upset, he was far too tired to even bother.

We climbed into his bed and wrapped our arms around each other. We were still in our clothes from today, and I honestly didn't care.

Ron kissed my forehead and then I was fast asleep.