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This is a Ron/Mione story.

THE Ronald Weasley.

It was the night before graduation, the day everyone had been looking forward to for quite some time. Hermione had been snappish for the last week, mostly using Ron as an outlet. So everyone was trying to be as far away from her as possible. While she was reading, Harry and Ron were playing wizard's chess.

'Hah, beat you again Harry, I'm the king of chess.' Ron said laughing, the moment his queen made a checkmate.

'owh merlin,' Harry replied, 'I don't know why I keep trying…'

"because you are trying to deflate his ego." Came a voice from the corner.

The whole common room now turned towards Hermione, who had said it.

"Because merlin knows he could use it" She continued, as if she hadn't noticed anyone staring.

The common room turned deadly quiet, waiting for a response from the redhead, but it never came. Ron had cringed and had his shoulders sacked. And everyone could see he was deeply hurt. Which wasn't a surprise, because everyone knew he was in love with Hermione, and had been for a long time.

'you know what Hermione.' He started, "I have to tell you something.' He got up and walked towards her. Hermione eyed him with badly concealed annoyance when he took the book out of her hand. 'It's a shame you feel this way about me.' He started kneeling down 'because I love you, I always have, and always will, but since you despise me so much, I think I'm better off somewhere else.' He got up and walked to the common room door. With one final whispered word, he opened the door, and took off.

All the students now turned to Hermione, who had tears in her eyes, because, just as everyone else she had heard the word:

"Farewell"

She got up from the chair, and hurried to try and catch up with Ron. But he was nowhere to be found in the castle.

At the same time, in Dumbledore's quarters

"Good evening headmaster." A voice from the doorway said.

"Ah, good evening mister Weasley" Albus Dumbledore replied.

"May I ask what you are doing here my boy? You should be resting already."

'Well,' he said, with a small hesitation 'do you remember what I said in the beginning of the year, about the job offer in America?'

"But off course my boy' He replied, with a smile, knowing where this was going.

'after all, you came here to ask for advice, and decided not to do it…'

'yes.' Ron answered, 'but I've changed my mind, I'm going through with it, but I'm going to have to start tonight, so I was wondering, if it was possible to get my diploma today, instead of at the ceremony tomorrow.'

'hmmm, alright, if you are sure this is what you want.' He said, with a sad smile, knowing full well what the reason of his change of mind was.

"yes headmaster, I want this, but more important I NEED this.' He replied, knowingly.

'then I suppose I should get it ready, but I feel you need to leave already, so I will send an owl after you with the necessary papers. You can feel free to use some flupowder of mine, to get to the ministry, from there you can go to wherever you need to go.'

Ron took a few moments to respond, trying to think about what he was going to do, and what it would mean.

"Thank you headmaster" he finally mumbled.

After that he walked to the fireplace, picked up some flupowder, threw it into the fire, and said: 'Ministry of Magic' he stepped in and disappeared.

That exact moment the door to Dumbledore's office flew opened, revealing a teary eyed Hermione, seeing the green smoke of flu travel she yelled: "RON WAIT"

'Im afraid you are to late miss Granger' Dumbledore said sadly, "He has already left."

After this, Hermione collapsed onto the floor in tears.

Four years later

Ron has been gone for 4 years now, and no one has heard from him in that time.

(a/n: in this story, There is no intimate contact between wizarding and muggle world, so the Weasley's aren't following muggle news, including Mione. just so you know)

the burrow

"I can't believe its almost four years already" Molly sighed. The other Weasleys, together with Harry and Hermione looked sad knowing exactly what she was talking about it had been four years since Ron walked away, and hadn't contacted anybody. The entire Weasley family was sitting around the dinner table.

Harry had been married to Ginny for 2 years now, and were very happy. Hermione was but a shadow of her former self, and was still feeling guilty about saying the things to Ron that she did. She had a job, and was doing well, but she had no fun in life, and it had been a long time ago that anybody had seen her laughing.

At that moment, an unknown owl arrived, soaring directly at Molly. After she had picked up the letter, the owl kept sitting on the dinner table, starting to attack a leftover piece of meat. While remaining staring at Molly.

'I guess he wants an immediate reply then." She said, and started to open the letter. Until she saw what said on the back: Private, Do NOT open in front of others.

'Excuse me.' She apologized and got up. The crowd watched her walk away.

'I wonder who send that letter.' Harry pondered.

When Molly had arrived in the kitchen, she opened the letter with shaking hands, having recognized the writing immediately. When she had finished the letter, she stood still, almost throwing a fit. Tears started leaking down her eyes, and her face lit up. The letter said:

Dear Mum,

I know it has been 4 years that you have last heard from me, but I had good reasons.

I've always been in the shadow, first being the youngest boy with 5 brothers, and then being the friend of Harry. It's not as if I regret it. Off course not, but I needed time to find myself, figure out what I like and want to do.

And believe it or not, I've found it, I love my current job, and am doing great, everyone here sees me as the person I am, not the brother/friend of.

But that wasn't why I was writing, I was hoping if I could come to dinner coming Sunday, I have business to attend to in England, that is, if I'm still welcome. I hope you'll send a reply back with my owl.

Love

(Your son) Ronald.

Ps: If I am still welcome, please do not alert the others of my coming, I want to keep it a surprise.

Molly was overwhelmed, thinking: why would he think he was no longer welcome? And thoughts like: My little boy is coming home, and look at the letter, he looks so grown up.

She picked up a quill immediately, without even thinking about it, and wrote a hurried reply.

Dearest Ron,

Off course you are still welcome, why wouldn't you be? You are our son after all, I'm desperately awaiting Sunday.

Love Mum.

She then walked outside, after having taken several seconds to regain her composure. determent to the owl, tied the note to the leg, and send it away.

Everybody looked at her with curious expressions on their faces, they hadn't seen Molly look so happy in a long time.

"You'll find out later" With those words she began picking up plates.

A/n, The next part, it will hang on my inspiration if there will be 2 more chapters, or if it will be put in one chap. Will only be up if I get at least 5 reviews. So R&R