REMEMBER I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS (EXCEPT A FEW) OR THIS WORLD, JK ROWLING DOES.

A/N This chapter is quite long but I just couldn't find a place to stop writing.

Hermione and Ron continued to walk in silence for what seemed like an hour but it was only 10 minutes. Hermione was the one who finally spoke, she could sense that he had something he needed to say and he tension was killing her. 'What is it Ronald? What is bothering you so much that you are silent, you are never silent?' she asked, slightly rudely which she didn't mean she was just getting fed up with the tension in the air. 'Eh.. well.. um' Ron spluttered looking a his feet. Hermione stopped walking and so did Ron. 'Well? what is so important that you are struggling to talk?' she asked, she had a feeling about what this might be but she was hoping that she was wrong, this couldn't happen, things were only just going back to normal. Well as close to normal as it would ever be. 'Well eh I've been thinking..' he started but Hermione interrupted him jokingly trying to get rid of some of the tension 'Uh oh that can't be good Ron has been thinking for himself' she giggled Rn smiled slightly and looked up, it seemed to have worked fr a moment. Then he looked back down at his feet. 'I don't like how things ended between us, I feel awful for how  I acted at the wedding, I'm so sorry if I hurt you.' He admitted. Hermione was taken aback this was not what she had expected. 'I don't feel bad about how things ended , I feel like we ended things on good terms that night in the burrow in your room, after I had my nightmare. You were there for me and comforted me when I needed it. It's just a shame things weren't always like that. But things happen for a reason, and maybe we are just meant to be friends.' Hermione could feel the tears in her eyes as she spoke she held them back, she had promised herself she wouldn't cry anymore, but when she finished talking she felt a tear run down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away though. 'Look Ronald, I know you're sorry, I am too, but we need to move on we can't keep sulking over this. I really want things to go back to how they were before everything, when we were best friends.' Hermione admitted. 'I would like that.' he said nodding. Hermione smiled and threw her arms around his neck. He was taken aback at first but after a few seconds he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Hermione wasn't sure how long they had stood like that but she didn't really care, she felt so happy that things with Ron were getting better. Hopefully they would be back to being more like brother and sister than the were before the war and everything that had happened after. The war had a huge affect on every one, no one would ever be the same again. People had become closer, or more distant but it was all over now. Voldemort is dead, and he is not coming back this time. 'I miss this 'Mione' Ron says as they finally break apart. 'I do too, but it's better when we are just friends Ronald, you know that.' Hermione tells him. 'I know, I just miss the good parts.' he says smiling as he thinks back on them. 'I do too, things can still be like that to an extent, we just can't do some of the things we used to.' she says also smiling as she thinks back to one particular night.

Flashback

It was the night that Harry and Ginny had announced their engagement. Ron and Hermione were staying in Ron's room because Harry and Ginny wanted to share a room. Mrs Weasley had insisted that they keep the doors open though this made them all laugh, it made them feel like they were 15 and taking their partner back to meet their parents for the first time. It was well after mid night and they had closed the doors when Mrs Weasley fell asleep. Ron and Hermione were lying in Rons bed snuggling and talking, just talking. 'I can't believe that they are going to be married, it's so exciting.' Hermione said. 'I know but it's also really weird. My best friend and little sister. I don't think I will ever get used to it.' Ron admits. 'Yeah, but they make a good couple. They have a connection, it's like they can tell what the other is thinking and feeling without telling one another. I think that's how they made it through the war without one another. I can't imagine how difficult that must have been.' Hermione says. 'Well actually I do.' She said, shuddering slightly. 'What do you mean?' Ron asks sitting up against the wall holding her closer to him. 'That time when we were hunting for horcruxes, and you had been wearing the the locket all day, you got angry about how much time I had been spending with Harry, and you left. I didn't know where you were or if I would ever see you again,' at this point Hermione had began to cry. Ron held he closer to him and let Hermione cry. Once she had calmed down a little she began to talk again. 'I'm sorry. Where was I. Oh yeah. I didn't know if I would ever see you again. Harry kept telling me we would but he didn't sound so sure. The only way I got through all of that was that I could feel that you were okay, I could feel that you were trying to get back to us, to me.' another tear fell down her cheek but she wiped it away. 'I got the same feeling' Ron tells her 'When I was at Bill and Fluers, I could feel that you were alive but that you were hurting. I knew that it was party my fault. Then on Christmas eve when I heard your voice I knew that we were going to make it through everything and that I was finally going to see you again. And I did.' He smiled and lent down to her, Hermione lent up towards him and their lips met. At first it was sweet but it became more passionate. Ron ran his tongue along her bottom lip and she opened her mouth permitting entrance. They drew apart after a minute and lay down in one another's arms, Ron wanted to go further but he knew that  Hermione wasn't ready and he was okay with that he didn't want to push her. They fell asleep like this.