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Never Thought by Moony01

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,868

Rating: 12+
Warnings: No Warnings

Genres: Fluff, Romance
Characters: Ron, Hermione
Pairings: Ron/Hermione

First Published: 05/13/2005
Last Chapter: 05/13/2005
Last Updated: 01/23/2006

Ron's going through some hard times. He gets kicked off the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team and he thinks no one can understand him. When Hermione tries to get close to him he breaks their engagement. Only then does he realize that he needs Hermione to live life to its fullest.

Chapter 1: This Time
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A/N: I only own the plot. J.K. Rowling owns the characters and the band "Dreamstreet" owns the song "This Time". Oh, and just so you know, the italics are flashbacks, the bold italics are the song lyric and the regular is the regular story. =D

I never thought that I could miss
The touch of your hand or just one kiss;
I never meant to say it’s over.

Ron Weasley watched Hermione Granger chatting animatedly with Fleur Weasley, dreamily.

“Don’t you zink, Ron?”

Ron shook his head to clear his thoughts. Fleur was watching him curiously, waiting for an answer.

“What?” he said. “Sorry, I – I didn’t hear you.” Fleur looked at him concernedly.

“Are you feeleeng all right, Ron?” she asked. Ron glanced at Hermione but she was looking determinately at the kitchen sink. Ron sighed and ran his hands through his shocking red hair then gave Fleur his best ‘I-feel-great!’ smile.

“I’m fine, Fleur,” he said. Fleur smiled back uncertainly then faced Hermione once more to continue their discussion.

Ron watched Hermione closely, admiring the way her chestnut brown curls bounced when she nodded so enthusiastically, the way she bit her bottom lips slightly when she wasn’t sure of what to say, the way she moved her hands. She could probably have a whole conversation with only her hands, they explained so much.

Ron smiled to himself, thinking about the first kiss they shared. He was so nervous. She was too. It was his first match as part of the Chudley Cannons team and they had won. And he had flown into the box she was sitting in with the rest if the Weasleys and Harry and kissed her right on the lips. He didn’t even think about it. That is until Fred and George started whistling, of course. Ron groaned and let his head fall onto the table.

“Ron!” Fleur exclaimed. “Vhat are you doeeng?” Ron got to his feet.

“I think I’ll go lie down for a while,” he said and walked out of the room. He could hear Fleur asking Hermione what was wrong with him. He heard Hermione answer that she didn’t care.

Girl, I was a fool to hurt you so.
I had it all and didn’t know,
But I still believe we can be in love again.

Ron moped around in the living room until he spotted Hermione leaving the kitchen and heading for the stairs.

“Hermione!” he called, jumping up from the couch and sprinting towards her. Hermione’s brisk walk hesitated for a moment.

Ron slid to a stop in front of her and begged her to meet his gaze.

“Hermione, please!” Ron cried, exasperated, “just look at me!” Hermione turned her cold gaze upon Ron.

“What?” she asked bitterly.

“I want to apologize – “Ron began.

“Well, I don’t want to except your apology!” Hermione said hotly, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“But –”

“No buts, Ronald Weasley! You broke my heart! You left me when I was only trying to help you! And now you think you can mend it all with an ‘I’m sorry’?”

“Well –”

“WELL, YOU CAN’T!” Hermione shrieked. Tears welled up in Hermione’s eyes. Ron had hoped that she had forgiven him for his behavior. Obviously, she hadn’t.


Ron was sitting on a bench in the backyard of his house the Burrow. He heard someone approach him and felt, rather then saw, Hermione take a seat next to him. .

“Hi, Ron,” she said. “What’s wrong?” Hermione laid a hand on Ron’s arm. Ron pulled away from her touch.

“Nothing you can fix,” he said, grimly. Hermione frowned at him.

“I can try,” she said.

“Yeah, well, I don’t want you to try!” Ron said loudly.

“Ron! I’m only trying to help!” Hermione said, shocked at her fiancé’s behavior. “Just tell me what’s wrong.”

Ron sighed heavily.” I got kicked off the Quidditch team.”


“HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! Hermione! You really get on my nerves when you act so stupid!”

“Ron! There’s no need to yell or call me names!”




Hermione pulled her hand back and slapped Ron across his face. Ron stared at her in shocked. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times but didn’t make a sound.

“Stop it, Ron! Just stop!” Hermione said, unshed tears swimming in her eyes brown eyes.

“Hermione…” Ron said, embarrassed. “Listen –”

“No, you listen!” Hermione said. “I’ve had it with you and all your self pity. If you cant act like a reasonable adult then I won’t marry you! I want a good father for my children – not a crybaby.”

“Fine!” Ron finally managed to spit out. “It’s over, Hermione. Over!” He grabbed Hermione hand, yanked the ring off her finger, and hurled it at the ground.

“No – Ron,” Hermione said. “Wait. Let’s think this over –”

“No! No more thinking!” Ron said. “I decided to marry you now I’m deciding not to. End of story!” he turned his face away from Hermione. She watched him for a moment then jumped up and ran into the house, her face buried in her hands.

--End Flashback--

Hermione felt the hot tears on her face. Ron reached out and gently wiped them away with his thumb. Hermione closed her eyes. Then with a jolt of realization jerked away.

“What’s wrong?” Ron asked.

“You are,” Hermione said quietly. Ron looked at her sadly.

“I’m sorry, Hermione,” he said. Hermione shook her head, spun around and hurried up the stairs, hiccoughing.

This time I’m gonna find a way
To hold on to the love that I thought we lost forever.
This time I’ll find the words to say.
To make it better, let’s stay together this time.

Ron knocked on the front door of Hermione’s apartment, holding a bouquet of red and white roses. He cleared his throat nervously. The door opened but it wasn’t Hermione who was standing in front of him.

“Harry! What are you doing here?” Ron said.

“I could say the same for you,” Harry answered. Ron held up the bouquet.

“I was just – er – “Ron didn’t finish his sentence. He was pretty sure Harry knew why he was here. Harry nodded. “Why are you here?” Ron pressed.

“Hermione asked me to come.”

“You two aren’t – “

“No! She wanted to talk.”

“Oh…can I come in?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” Harry stood back and let Ron enter. Ron followed Harry to the living room where Hermione was sitting amid a mountain of Kleenex.

“Who was it, Harry?” she asked, sounding like she had a really bad cold. She looked up and saw the bouquet of roses. “Oh! They’re beautiful! Who brought them?” Her eyes, shining brightly, traveled from the roses to Ron’s face. Ron smiled. “Oh. It’s you.” Ron’s smile fell off his face faster than you can whip out your wand.

“Hermione – “Ron began but Hermione held up her hand.

“I don’t want to hear it, Ronald Weasley.”

“But – “

“No!” Hermione turned to Harry. “Why did you let him in, Harry?” Harry shrugged.

“He wanted to talk to you. He’s still my best friend. I can’t kick him out of the house,” he said. Ron smiled gratefully at Harry.

“I don’t want to talk to him,” said Hermione flatly. Ron opened his mouth to protest but snapped it shut at the look on Hermione’s face.

“Okay, Hermione,” he said. “Maybe, if I’m patient, you’ll talk to me again.” Saying this, Ron left the house.

I kept my feelings locked inside
Only to watch as love passed me by
But I’ve had time to think it over


“Ron, just tell me what’s wrong,” said Hermione, taking Ron’s hand in her own a few weeks after Ron broke their engagement. She bravely sat down next to him while he glared at his mug of milk at the kitchen table. “I don’t want to lose you, Ron. Ron?” Ron shook his head. He couldn’t tell Hermione what was wrong even if he wanted to. It was just too complicated. Ron closed his eyes. He had screwed up his life.

“I don’t want to tell you, Hermione,” he said finally. “Why don’t you just leave me alone?”

“But, Ron – “

“GO AWAY!” Ron burst, jumping up and balling his hands into fists. Hermione jumped in surprise. She didn’t think Ron would get so mad.

“FINE!” Hermione yelled. “I’LL GO!” Ron watched her stomp across the yard with a hurt look on his face. He didn’t really want Hermione to go but he just couldn’t tell her what was wrong. What if she thought it was stupid. I mean, when did Quidditch ever matter to her? Not even International Quidditch did. Sure, she went to the world cup, but that was only because they had begged her to come. Argh! This was so confusing!

--End Flashback--

My lonely heart has seen the light
So give me the chance to make it right
And I pray I’ll see the day when you return.

Okay, Ron thought, I can do this! Just tell her how you feel. Ron was sitting in front of Hermione in her apartment. Harry had talked Hermione into listening to what he had to say. He looked up at Hermione. She was watching him, her face blank.

“Ron,” she said. “Will you say something before I get up and leave?” Ron smiled weakly. Hermione didn’t return the smile.

“Okay,” said Ron. “I know that you’re mad at me and I know it was all my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled or called you names or – or anything but I just want you to know one thing Hermione… no matter how mad you are at me or how much you hate me – “

“I don’t hate you, Ron!” Hermione interrupted. Ron held up his hand.

“Whatever – all I wanted to say is that I love you. And I’ll always love you no matter how angry I am. No matter what I say. I love you, Hermione Granger.” Ron looked up at Hermione and was surprised to see that her eyes were swimming in tears.

“I love you too, Ron,” she choked. “But this isn’t going to work. The way you treated me is not acceptable. I don’t care how upset you were.” Ron looked very disappointed.

“I’m sorry, ‘Mione,” Ron said.

“I know you are, Ron,” Hermione said. “And I forgive you.” Ron’s face cracked into a smile. “But,” she said. Ron smile grew a little smaller. “I’m gonna need some more time.”

“Sure,” said Ron. “As long as you need! I’ll be waiting for you. You know where to find me.” Ron stood up and headed towards the door.

“Ron, wait,” Hermione said and walked up to him. “Thanks,” she said, putting her arms around his neck.

“For what?” Ron asked, hugging her back.

“For waiting,” Hermione said. “I don’t need anymore time.” Ron grinned.

“I love you, Hermione,” he said. Hermione buried her face in his neck.

“I love you, too,” she said, her voice slightly muffled.

A/N: Okay, I edited this so, hopefully, it's better than before. I just know that you wonderful readers will review. Don't let me lose faith!