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Hey There, Hermione by kissedbyavampire
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Hey There, Hermione

Ronald Weasley paused, his freshly inked quill an inch from the blank piece of parchment paper before him. Biting his lower lip, he returned the eagle feather quill to the inkwell and leaned back in his office chair. The small flat he owned in Hogsmeade had a small study, one filled with bookshelves of Defense books and Household Helping Guides, courtesy of his mum. He had taken refuge in there to write letters to some people he had promised letters to awhile ago. The cold wind of December pummeled the window as he watched the snow blow in the light of the street lamp outside.

With his arms behind his head, he sighed woefully, not knowing what to write at all. He had already finished his letter to his mum and dad, and now only one remained.

His owl Serendipity hooted softly, looking at him with one disdainful eye before tucking her head back down and returning to sleep. A small smile graced his lips as he was strangely reminded of his absent friend, and was emboldened. The wan smile was still on his lips as he picked up his quill again; now he knew what to write.

Hey there, Hermione
What’s it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

He didn’t know why he was writing what he was; he just knew it felt right. Hermione had left for the United States the day before yesterday to see the ball drop in Time’s Square. She had spent Christmas with his family and Harry, newly married to his sister Ginny that October. He smiled as he remembered both very happy occasions. His mother had not originally approved of the couple marrying before they both reached the age of twenty, but she had been persuaded by her own husband to let them be happy together in holy matrimony. That first Christmas as a couple, they had simply glowed.

Looking at what he had written, he felt satisfied. Besides the sweet and poetic opening paragraph, he had filled her in on what was happening with Harry and Ginny, the rest of Weasleys and his job on the Chudley Cannon’s Quidditch Team. He folded it neatly and called his owl over, tying the letters to her leg. Opening the window, he was delighted to see that the weather had greatly improved since he had first looked out. Serendipity disappeared quickly in the night.


Hermione Granger smiled as she read the letter she had just received from Ron back in Hogsmeade. The apartment she was sharing with her parents and relatives in New York seemed to melt away as she opened a small scroll and heard a small tune emanate from the parchment. Giggling and blushing in a furious Weasley-red, she rolled it up so she could listen in the privacy of her room.

Feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl, she closed and locked the door behind her and flung herself down onto the bed so that she could read Ron’s letter in private. After reading about how Harry and Ginny had announced that Ginny was expecting, already, she felt a smile grace her face. Some of the things that Ron described to her, like the brotherly row that Percy had had with George that had ended up with Ginny threatening to hex them both and several jokes and laughs, she let herself laugh aloud.

Once the letter had been read and safely tucked into her special jewelry box on her nightstand, she unrolled the parchment again, and let the music wash over her.

Hey there Hermione
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

She felt her cheeks tinge a bit pink as she listened to Ron’s voice sing a few lines of one of her favorite Muggle songs, and how he had changed the lyrics to fit her personally. Touched by his small act of kindness, she allowed one small tear of happiness run down her cheek before brushing it away.

Taking up her quill, she scribbled quickly on the nearest blank sheet of paper she could get her hands on, the same giddy smile on her face as she wrote.


Walking down the street that blustery February afternoon was like walking in a vanilla milkshake. Hermione’s hair was filled with huge snowflakes as she tried in vain to shake them out. For every flake that she was able to shake off, three replaced it. Securing her earmuffs more securely about her ears she walked into the Three Broomsticks to have a hot butterbeer before continuing her monthly shopping trip.

She took the chance to shake out her wild mane of bushy hair and let all the snowflakes fall from her hair and onto the floor mat. A few remained, turning almost immediately into drops of water in the extremely warm room, an inviting fire in the far corner.

Walking over to the booth nearest the window and almost invisible to the rest of the pub, she stopped at the nearest coat rack. As she removed her black woolen coat and Gryffindor scarf, she noticed for the first time the nearly empty state of the pub and how quiet it was. It was, of course, quite late and no Hogwarts students were out and about in Hogsmeade that day, as it was a Wednesday.

Taking a seat in the extremely comfortable booth, she listened as Madame Rosemerta came over in her clicking heels, a bit shorter than the ones she had worn when Hermione was still in Hogwarts. With a kind smile on her face she glanced at her customer and waited for her order.

“Just a butterbeer, thanks, Rosemerta,” said Hermione quietly with a broad smile.

Soft acoustic music served as an ambiance as she sat with her chin in her hands. The smooth chords washed over and she found herself swaying in time with the notes. Only a few of the lanterns at the tables were lit, giving the room a romantic ambiance, added with the acoustic guitar played by a girl at the counter as she hummed along with the tune she was playing. Hermione didn’t recognize her, but liked the music she played, nevertheless.

She didn’t have to wait long before she returned and Hermione sipped at a warm mug of the best butterbeer around. Sighing contentedly, the silence was interrupted by the soft jingle of the overhead bell on the front door. Hermione’s back was to the door, and she didn’t bother to nose around and see who had entered, so she was surprised to feel a warm hand rest on her shoulder.

Looking up, her face broke into a broad smile. “Hey, Ron.”

His face fell from the toothy smile it had had before, his dimples disappearing and the sad look replacing it almost comical, but pathetically so. “Is that all I get, a ‘Hey, Ron’?”

She smiled as she stood, hitting him playfully on the arm before getting enveloped in a fierce hug. He smelled like the cold and his cologne, an intoxicating mix. Returning to her seat, now with Ron sitting across from her, she felt much more at home. Madame Rosemerta grabbed another mug of butterbeer for Ron. Thanking her, he sipped at the foaming mug and sighed with contentment.

Hermione erupted into a fit of giggles; Ron had a spot of butterbeer foam on his nose and his expression made it that much funnier.

“What?” he asked, looking slightly worried, “is there something on my face?”

Nodding, not being able to answer because of her laughter, she leaned over and wiped off the foam from his nose. His eyes crossed as he watched her thumb swipe at his freckled nose. Hermione bit her lip as her thumb lingered for a bit longer than was necessary. Unthinkingly, she stuck her thumb into her mouth and sucked off the foam, returning her gaze to the girl on the bar stool with the guitar.

Ron fidgeted, but smiled wanly nonetheless. “How have you been lately? How was New Year’s Eve?”

“I’ve been great,” she said, her attention returning to him. “Time’s Square was amazing! I didn’t get to see much of the ball dropping though, so that was disappointing. But New York was a lot of fun. How was yours?”

“It was great, but a little quiet. Everyone at the Burrow got hammered,” he said. “And I mean everyone. It was a bunch of us there; Teddy and Victoire were with Fleur’s parents, but the rest of the Weasley and Potter clans were there.”

“Sounds great,” she said. “I’ve missed everyone so much.”

“Mum asked me to tell you that she’s missed you, too, and that anytime is a good time to come and visit,” said Ron, taking another drink of his butterbeer, his gaze going to the girl, as well. A familiar strum met Hermione’s ears as she struck up a tune she knew well.

Ron hummed along and sang along with the acoustic guitar.

Hey there Hermione I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hermione blushed furiously and turned away, feeling the heat radiating off her cheeks. Absentmindedly, as Ron continued to hum along with the lilting chords from the guitar, she plucked at the frilly pink thing in the middle of the table. With a jolt, she realized that it was St. Valentine’s Day. Another jolt reminded her that Ron was taken, that he had someone else he had to be with that night, some other woman to spend the romantic snowstorm with. With a guilty look, she polished off the rest of her butterbeer in one gulp and stood, picking up her woolen coat from the seat beside her.

Ron stood with her and took the coat from her, helping her into it as if it was a natural thing, something he did all the time. She pulled her massive quantity of bushy curls out of the collar of the coat and listened to the static electricity crackle in her hair. She would have been willing to bet her Healer’s degree that Ron’s eyes were pleading with her not to leave. Shaking her head sadly, she made to walk out the door.

But something stopped her. Slowly, she turned her head with her second glove halfway on her hand to look at the hand that held her back. She knew that as soon as she met his gaze she would melt, and it would have nothing to do with the heat in the room.

Ron’s pleading gaze, his sad eyes were enough to melt her heart. His hand gently held onto her forearm, stopping her from leaving as he locked eyes with her and slowly stepped closer. Instinctively, Hermione matched his speed and moved farther away at the same time he did, at the same speed. Hurt filled his gaze, but that didn’t stop him from letting another verse fall from his lips.

Hey there Hermione
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Hermione felt her breath catch in her throat as he whispered the words to her, just loud enough for her to hear. She was rooted to the spot, even though Ron had long since taken his hand from her arm, and it now hung midair.

She willed her eyes to communicate what she could not convey with her mouth and burst out the door. Tears she had been determined not to let fall down her cheeks in his presence she let fall. Why was life so cruel? She had waited two years for him! After graduation, they had stayed good friends, but never had the word or idea of dating been brought into conversation. Lavender had won Ron back for a while, giving him more space than she had in school, but she was still the overprotective girl she would always be.

It wasn’t fair! How was a bushy haired bookworm like Hermione going to compete with a vixen like Lavender Brown? Her blurred vision made it hard to see on the snowy street, so she took refuge on a wooden bench below an overhang. Fortunately, someone had had enough foresight to charm the bench so that it was waterproof, dry, and comfortingly warm.

How long she sat there, she didn’t know. The next thing she remembered was the feeling of something warm, big and very solid leaning up against her. Quietly shushing her, rubbing her back and stroking her wild mane of hair, Ron rocked her back and forth.

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

Hermione felt her heart as it tried to leap out of her chest, take hold of Ron’s and never let go. The pain was nearly unendurable, and his embrace made it both more terrible and so much more bearable.

“Why are you here, Ron?” she whispered. For a moment she didn’t think that he had heard her. Looking up into his face she saw the ghost of a smile that she had missed so much.

“Isn’t it obvious? Merlin, Hermione I thought you were the smartest witch of the age!” His gentle teasing with that soothingly quiet voice of his made her stomach do flips, but she scowled and lightly punched him. That only made him laugh harder.

“Just answer the bloody question,” she murmured, thoroughly embarrassed and confused.

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
“I love you, Hermione,” he whispered.

A shock went through her. He loved her? The air was thickening around them, nearly tangible, and she knew it wasn’t because of their foggy breath swirling around them as they huddled to keep warm in the breezy, snowy night air.

“You’re joking,” she said, her eyes incredulous as they held his. His eyes looked hurt with the playful sparkle all but gone.

“I’m not,” he said. “I promise.”

Taking a deep breath through her nose, the heady scent of Ron filling her because she was within an inch’s proximity of him, she noticed that one of her hands was interlaced with his. Lowering her gaze from his burning eyes, she looked at his hand holding hers, her cheeks probably burning a hole in the ozone layer from all the heat they were letting off. 

“You love me,” she whispered, letting that thought wash over her like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. A silly grin leaped across her lips. “You love me!” she said loudly, laughing joyously.

Without a moment’s hesitation, her lips met his in a burning kiss. It lasted for only a moment, though, because she broke away long enough to look Ron in the eyes and put her hand to his cheek. With his bemused and over-the-moon expression, she couldn’t help but giggle at his expense while she said, “I love you, Ron Weasley.”

Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way

After a moment of just sitting and holding each other in the night, Hermione giggled quietly. “What’ll Harry think? What’ll we tell your mother?”

Ron laughed as he nuzzled his nose into her bushy hair. “Let them think what they want to think.”

Hermione I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
“When do you go back to Auror training?” whispered Hermione. She was already afraid and somewhat jealous of the girls who were also vying for a place in the Auror Department.

“I start again in a week,” Ron said sadly. “What about you? When do you go to start that training in America for curse breaking?”

“This Saturday, actually,” she said despondently. “That gives us, what, three days? And I’m going to be stationed there for a few years, with a few breaks in the summer and winter.”

Hey there Hermione
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do

“We could let it all go, you know,” he said. “We could just start a new life now, to Merlin with the consequences. I love you, Hermione. I need you in my life.”

With a smile, Hermione kissed him softly, pulling away a bit to say, “I am in your life, Ron. We can’t throw it all away, and just go where the flow takes us, it wouldn’t be logical. If we’re going to start a new life, we need to have jobs, money and more promise than we do now. Be practical, for once.”

“It’s going to be even worse, now, not seeing you,” said Ron, recognizing defeat.

“Terrible,” she agreed, letting him hold her tightly to him. “But you’ll be a big, bad Auror and I’ll be the great Curse Breaker and then we can do whatever we please.”

You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Hermione here's to you
This one’s for you

There they sat, on a cold Valentine’s Day evening, holding each other close for as long as they dared. The music from the Three Broomsticks was still in both of their heads as Ron began to hum again. Together, they made a sweet harmony that washed over the empty Main Street like a ray of sunshine.

“Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.”


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