A/N: I don't own HP. A huge thanks to MrsBates93 for betaing this! Written for the HP Potions Competition: garroting gas option and the Florence and the Machine Challenge. Enjoy!
I was a heavy heart to carry
But he never let me down
When he had me in his arms
My feet never touched the ground
I'm so heavy, heavy in your arms.
"Hermione?" Ron's voice called up the stairs.
Hermione groaned softly.
"Mione, where are you?"
"Don't call me that!" she shouted back.
Honestly, she liked being with Ron. He was sweet, and actually pretty good at being a boyfriend, except for one tiny thing.
He was practically suffocating her.
Every single moment, he was hanging all over her, smothering her with affection. And frankly, it was driving her mad.
They had only been together for three weeks, but Ron was acting like they had been together for twenty years. He wouldn't leave her alone, and he was starting to get on her nerves.
"How come you didn't come to the Burrow this morning?" Ron asked, entering the kitchen in Grimmauld Place.
Hermione sighed. "Honestly, Ron, it's only nine o'clock in the morning."
"And?" he continued, his eyes looking up at her innocently.
"And what? I needed some time to myself, Ron, surely you understand that?"
He looked wounded. "Why do you want to be alone? Hermione, don't you want to be with me?"
She sighed. "Of course I want to be with you, Ron, but I do want some time to myself as well. I've barely had a moment to really reflect on what has happened these past few weeks."
"Are you breaking up with me?" he asked, his insecurity evident.
Hermione reached over and grabbed his hand. "Of course not, Ron. We're finally together, and I'm not letting that go. It's just been hard for me, and you're just always here. I just need some me time, surely you understand that?"
Ron chewed on his lip. "I suppose. I just get nervous. We finally get together after all these years, Hermione, and I don't want to let you out of my sight."
"But why?" she asked, her brown eyes meeting his blue ones.
He shrugged. "I think I'm scared you're going to leave and never come back."
Her eyes widened. "Why would I do that?"
"Because you'll realize you deserve better? I don't know, Hermione," Ron answered honestly.
"Ron," she said. Leaning forward, she gave him a chaste kiss. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? So you can stop worrying."
"I can't help it," he said.
She sighed. "I know, but you really need to give me some space. The more you smother me, the more I want to hex you. So please, just do us both a favour and give me some time."
Ron sighed. "Okay, okay. I won't smother you anymore. In fact, I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day. Give you some time to yourself."
Hermione smiled. "Thanks for understanding, Ron."
He grinned. "Well, that's what relationships are about, right? Learning about each other, and both of us giving and taking in order to make sure we're both happy."
"When did you grow up, Ron Weasley?" Hermione asked, a teasing hint in her voice.
He shrugged. "Not really sure, but I'm fairly certain a curly haired witch I know helped speed the process along."
"Ron," she said with a smile. Leaning forward, she kissed him.
He kissed her back with equal passion. Reluctantly, Ron pulled away. "I'll see you tomorrow, Hermione."
She smiled. "Okay, see you tomorrow."
Ron gave her one last smile before disappearing into the fireplace.
Hermione sighed once he was gone. She was surprised he had taken it so well, but glad that he had.
Ron was far too attached, but she reassured herself that he would get better as time went on.
She'd just have to wait and see.