Let's Talk

After things were broken off between Ron and Lavender, Hermione pulled Ron aside one

day.

"Meet me in front of the fireplace tonight after everyone's asleep."

"Is everything alright?" Ron asked, a bit worried.

"Don't worry. I just want to talk. We haven't really talked in awhile," Hermione replied.

"Alright. I'll see you tonight, then."

Later that night…

Hermione sat in front of the fireplace, just thinking about recent events between Ron and

herself. She chuckled to herself as she recalled releasing a flock of wild canaries on him.

He had kissed Lavender, and Hermione might have been a tad bit jealous. Her thoughts

traveled to when Ron was in the hospital wing. He had called out her name, not

Lavender's, but hers. She smiled at the memory.

Hermione picked up her book and started to read, letting out a small yawn.

"Please tell me that you're not doing homework at this hour."

Hermione turned her head and saw Ron.

"No, it's not homework Ronald," she laughed.

"Good," he said, taking a seat beside her on the couch.

"Since you mentioned homework, I have to ask; did you finish yours?" Hermione asked,

already knowing the answer.

"Well. The thing is…" Ron started.

"That would be a no, I assume," Hermione teased. "Go back to your room and bring it

down. I'll help you finish your bloody homework," she said, trying to be serious.

"You're a life saver. One day, I promise you, I will actually do my homework on my

own."

"I'll hold you to that," she said. "Now go get your stuff."

Ron left and came back within a minute. He handed the parchment over to Hermione.

"I started it, but had no idea what to write," he told her.

Hermione read over what Ron had written down.

"Ron, this is pretty good. Just continue in the same direction and it'll be fine. The

assignment doesn't have to be long, you can finish it pretty quickly. Why don't you do it

right now?"

"You're not going to help me?"

"You don't need my help on this. You're doing fine on your own."

"Yeah?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," she answered. "I'll read it over when you're done if you want."

"Thanks Hermione."

"For what?"

"Everything," he said.

She smiled as he started his homework.

Half an hour later…

"Done," Ron said, passing his homework back to Hermione.

She was quiet for a few minutes as she read over his work.

"This is good, Ron."

"You think so?"

"I do. I guess you also fulfilled your promise tonight. You did this on your own."

"I guess I did. But I have to admit, I like it better when you help. It's a whole lot easier,"

he laughed.

Hermione hit him playfully with her book.

"What are you reading anyway?" Ron asked, grabbing the book away from her.

"It's about Quidditch," she told him.

"You don't even like Quidditch," Ron said. "I know you come out to support me and

Harry, but that's where the interest ends."

"You're right. I don't really like Quidditch, but you and Harry do, so I figure I should try

to learn a bit more about it."

"Krum," Ron muttered.

"Oh Ron," Hermione sighed. "Viktor has nothing to do with it."

"How are things with good old Vicky anyway?" Ron asked.

"He's doing well, as far as I can tell from his letters."

"Lovely," he said sarcastically.

"Yes it is lovely. It's lovely that my friend is doing well. That's what Viktor and I are;

friends. That's it. Nothing more."

"But you were more at one point, weren't you?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter," she told him.

"Yes it does. You were right before; we haven't really talked in awhile. Let's talk," Ron

said.

"For a very short time, yes, it was a little bit more than just friendship. But only for a very

short while," she answered honestly.

"Did you love him?"

"No," she said simply.

"What about Cormac?"

"What about him?" she asked.

"Do you like him?"

"No way," she laughed.

"Why did you go to Slughorn's party with him?"

"Honestly?"

"Yes," he said.

"I went with him because I was mad at you. I know you didn't like him, so after we had

the argument over the Felix Felicis, I decided I would go with him. You would hardly

talk to me because you thought that I thought you weren't good enough, that you needed

the Felicis to succeed. You were mean and I was mad. Pretty simple," she told him.

"Well-"

"It's my turn to ask some questions. Tell me, why did you ever hook up with Lavender?

You two have absolutely nothing in common."

"I don't really know why I was with her," he said. "But you're right, we had nothing in

common. I didn't really even like her. We hardly even spoke. Me and Lavender were a

mistake. I never should have been with her."

"I could have told you that," she said quietly.

"You and me being with other people always seems to cause trouble between us, doesn't

it? Big fights, no talking for days, sometimes longer than that," he said.

"But that's what we always do. We fight."

"That does seem to be our thing, doesn't it?" he laughed. "You're right, Hermione. We

fight, but it's never as bad as when we're with other people. They always seem to come

between us, and I don't like that," he said gently.

"Do something about it then," she told him.

"I will," he replied. "I'm not getting involved with anyone anymore."

"Neither am I," she said.

Ron and Hermione sat in silence for a few minutes, just thinking.

"It's getting pretty late Ron. I'm getting tired. You should get some sleep too."

"After you," Ron said, waiting for Hermione to get up.

"I'm not going to my room. I'm too tired to get up. I'm just going to sleep here."

"If you're not getting up, I don't have to either. I'm totally beat…"

"But Ron-" before Hermione could finish her sentence, Ron's eyes were already shut.

She laughed quietly to herself. "Goodnight Ron."

She curled up on her corner of the couch and quickly fell asleep.

During their conversation that night, so many things were said, and some answers were

given. Many things were still left unsaid, but slowly, Ron and Hermione began to break

through the wall that separated them.