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“What are you writing about?” Ron looked at Hermione as if he'd been caught doing something. "N ... Nothing!" He quickly put something in his pocket. "I don't know what that has to do with you either," he threw at her sloppily. "It's okay," she said in the same tone and brushed her hair back.
Sometimes Ron could be unbearable. She had gotten used to it by now. But he's been acting weird lately, especially.
He was always dragging such a strange book around with him and writing in it. And every time she asked him about it or she wanted to take a closer look at it, he quickly put it away and poked at her. He also avoided being around her all the time. Even if he denied it, she knew it was.
Hermione sighed. Somehow she had the feeling that he was getting further and further away from her and it was driving her crazy that she didn't know why.
She had always had a different relationship with Ron than with Harry.She knew Harry was just a friend to her. But what about Ron? Of course ... Ron was a friend too, but sometimes ... sometimes there was something else too. She couldn't explain it, but it was there.
Often she just wanted to be with Ron, but ... for about 2 years ... about since he was 15 years old, he pushed her away and that hurt her very much. She felt hurt, but how could she tell him that. And as if that weren't enough, Hermione's acquaintance with Viktor Krum made things even worse.
Viktor had met her 3 years ago at the Triwizard Tournament and since then they have been writing letters to each other. Every time she even mentioned Viktor's name, there was an argument with Ron. She didn't know why, but it was true.
At that very moment a whole flock of owls fluttered through the great hall, dropping their letters and parcels. One fell right in front of Hermione. She looked at the sender. It was from Viktor.Ron looked at her confused. “Who is it from?” Hermione wondered for a moment if she should really answer that question. “Don't you know.” Ron swallowed. “It's HIM, isn't it?” Hermione winced. Ron sounded sad and angry at the same time. “Who do you mean?” “I mean your FAVORITE Krum.” Hermione tried to stay as calm as possible. "He's not my darling ... I wonder what you have against him." "He pronounces your name incorrectly, for example." Hermione looked at him, confused. “Is that all?” “No ... Besides, VICKY is a stupid asshole.” Harry snorted into his food. “Ron.” Hermione glared at him. "He's not ... He's also called Victor." Ron jumped up angrily. "AND I'M RONALD, DAMN IT AGAIN!" Hermione looked at him in amazement. “What?” Ron looked down, but she knew he was very angry. And without saying another word, he left. But when he passed Draco, he turned around. "Don't worry, Weasley. I can call you Ronald," he said in a mock sweet voice and began to laugh.At the same moment Ron reached out and hit him on the back of the head. “What's that, you idiot?” “Shut up, Malfoy,” he said and left.

“Harry?” Harry looked up. Hermione stood in front of him. “Yes?” Hermione sat across from him in one of the armchairs in the Gryffindor common room. “I need to talk to you.” Harry closed his book. “Yes?” “What's wrong with Ron?” “What do you mean?” Hermione looked at him angrily. "You know what I mean ..... He has been keeping his distance from me for two years, especially this year ..... No matter what I say, there will be an argument ..... and say not, I'm just making it up. ”Harry sighed. "No, you don't ..... It's like that, but ....." Harry shook his head. "..... I have no idea why, honestly! ... He doesn't even talk to me about it ..... I just know that something is bothering him because I can tell from his behavior. But he's already talking It's been a long time with me about such things. "
Harry looked at her with interest now.“Was the package really from Krum?” Hermione nodded. “What is he writing?” She took a deep breath. “He wants to come to visit… over Christmas.” Harry looked at her uncertainly. “Is that a good idea?” Hermione shook her head. "But what does it change? .... Should I always follow Ron's whims? ..... I have a life of my own, Harry! ... Even if I would like Ron to have a bigger place in it, like you ... there is no other way. "Harry nodded. “What else did Viktor send you?” “A dress.” Harry sighed. "You should definitely let Ron know ... or should I do that?" Hermione looked up. “Would you do that?” Harry nodded.

Harry walked slowly up the steps to his dormitory and opened the door. Ron was sitting on the bed writing in that book again, but when he saw Harry he put it away. Harry looked around. Except for them there was no one. He closed the door. “Ron, we need to talk.” “Yes?” “Why are you treating Hermione like that?"Ron looked at him dumbfounded." What? ... What do you mean? "Don't play the fool, Ron," he said annoyed, throwing himself on his bed. Suddenly he looked at Ron in amazement. "Just say you really don't know what I'm talking about. "Ron nodded." Oh ... "Harry took a deep breath." O. K. First listen to me before you say anything, will you? Hermione just spoke to me ... about you. " "What did she say? " "Do not talk. Listen, Ron! " "Sorry. "Harry continued." She feels like you are distancing yourself from her ... and quite honestly ... She is right. "" But ... "" Listen, Ron! "Ron nodded." You're acting strange towards her .... you argue with her ... you avoid her .... and not only that .... you are always dragging this book around with you, " he said and already yanked it out of Ron's drawer. "NO," shouted Ron, trying to reach for it, but Harry had already opened it. On the exposed side was a pencil drawing. It showed a sleeping Hermione. "Ron? ....Did you draw this? "Ron picked up the book again and nodded." Yes, I did! "Harry looked impressed." Ron, this is fantastic. I didn't even know you could do that .... The picture is beautiful. "Ron shook his head." A picture is only as beautiful as the original. "Harry smiled at him." Do you love her? "Ron looked at the floor." It doesn't matter ... because Hermione is unreachable ... whether I wanted her or not. "Harry sat down next to him on the bed." When is the picture from? "Ron smiled." From last Wednesday ... Hermione had studied all this time and fell asleep in the armchair. "Ron threw himself on the bed and sighed." What does Krum have that I don't have? "Harry lay down next to him. He could think of a lot of things that Krum had and Ron didn't. However, Ron also had a lot that Krum didn't have. He took a deep breath." Who knows ... Be a little nicer in the future Hermione, Ron ... Because you hurt her very much with your distance! "Ron nodded."I'll try." "Oh, by the way ... don't get upset, but ... the package was really from Krum." "And?" "He's coming to see Hermione over Christmas." Ron felt angry rose in him. "Damn Krum." "I know, anyway ... hold back in time, okay?" Ron nodded. "Okay."

One week later....
Ron and Hermione hadn't spoken for a week, except for one hello and goodbye each day. Ron had been polite the whole time and Hermione only called him Ronald since their argument.
But today Ron wasn't sure anymore whether he could control himself. Because today was the day of Krum's arrival.
Ron sighed. - Take it easy, Ron. You can do it. - he thought and went slowly down the stairs. Then she stood down in the common room. Hermione. Ron felt his heart stop.
She wore a light blue, short pinafore dress with a slit in the legs and a slightly larger neckline than usual. The hem of the dress and the chest part were trimmed with ruffles.Her hair was pinned up, except for a few strands that simply hung down. She brushed one of these strands from her face and turned around. When she saw Ron, she smiled. “Hello, Ronald.” Now he smiled too, even if he didn't really like her calling him Ronald. “You look pretty.” “Thank you .... Viktor gave it to me.” Hermione had only whispered the last sentence, but Ron had heard it loud and clear. - The bile is about to come up. What a show-off. -, he thought.
"How nice," he choked out when Hermione suddenly looked at her watch. "Viktor should be arriving right now ... I'd best wait for him downstairs at the gate." Ron swallowed. “I'll come with you.” Hermione looked confused, but nodded.
They both went downstairs and waited at the large, heavy entrance gate. Ron looked at Hermione. The wind blew through her hair. So Ron found her even prettier than she already was.
Suddenly Ron noticed Hermione rubbing her arms.He took off his jacket and slung it over Hermione's shoulders, when Hermione looked up in surprise. “Ron ...?” Ron smiled. There it was again. The old, trusted Ron ... not Ronald. He let his arms hang down loosely and leaned casually against the wall. "It's fresh today ... keep it on until he comes ... otherwise you'll catch a cold." Hermione nodded. It had been a simple gesture, but it meant a lot to Hermione. Nobody had ever done anything like this for her and least of all she had expected it to come from Ron. She smiled at him. “Thank you.” “No problem.” Hermione moved to stand next to Ron and now leaned into one too. Somehow she wanted to be around Ron's now. She didn't know why, but suddenly, as if drawn to something, she let her hand slide over the wall next to her. Until she felt Ron's knuckles. Ron winced and felt himself blush. He found it pleasant. Even if his heart was beating so fast and he felt like he was going to lose his mind, it was so nice.Ron stroked Hermione's knuckles again. Then he took Hermione's hand in his. At first nothing happened. But then Hermione replied and held Ron's hand tightly.
For a long time they just stood there holding hands. Every now and then, Ron gently ran his thumb over her hand. Hermione wanted to never let go of him.
"Ron, I ..." "Herrminne." "Viktor."