Ron gazed out to the lake, completely lost in his thoughts. He hadn't been to the castle since early that morning and because of this, had not seen anyone today. Sometimes he enjoyed just having days to himself and he was grateful that no one had come seeking him.
"Ron," he inwardly groaned in annoyance, of course this would happen, "where've you been all day?"
"Hey Lavender," he replied, without turning around, "just out here. Time to myself and all that..."
"Oh right," she came up behind him and looped her hands loosely round his waist and leaned her head into his back, "I missed you."
"I missed you to Lav," he said, almost automatically but he found that he didn't really mean it.
"I was thinking about next Hogsmeade weekend," Lavender continued, conversationally, "it's valentines day."
"Really?" Ron had a very bad feeling about this.
"Yeah, we're going together right? Madame Puttifoots is doing a two for one deal on drinks for cute couples."
"Oh, cool," he said, unfeeling. In all honesty, he didn't want to go to Hogsmeade with her. He didn't want to go anywhere with her. He felt nothing for her anymore, as harsh as that may sound.
"Are you okay?" Lavender sounded concerned and he sighed, this would make things even harder. He escaped from her grip and turned around to face her.
She was beautiful. Long, dark blonde hair and big blue eyes, perfect teeth and a constant smile that showed them off. Why did he not care for her anymore? She had not done anything to put him off. She was lovely, perhaps a bit too keen, but a nice person and she meant well but he just wasn't feeling it anymore.
"Lav, we need to talk," he said seriously and Lavender sighed, as though she was expecting this.
"No, Ron, let me," she said quietly, "I see the way you look at her."
This took Ron completely off-guard, "look at who?"
"Granger," Lavender answered, "and I wish it weren't so but it is. Go for it"
"Sorry?" Ron was baffled, this wasn't what he expected at all. Knowing Lavender, he expected her to have blown the whole thing out of proportion and be yelling and screaming at him.
"It's okay, Ron," Lavender took his hand in hers, "go on. She's in the library."
"Okay," he said, still completely stunned. What was going on? On autopilot, because she was looking, he started walking towards the castle.
Somehow he found himself outside the library. He hadn't actually been aiming to go there but that was where he had ended up. He reached it just as Hermione was coming out, coincidentally. When she saw him, she froze and so did he. Neither knew what to say, they had had a very uncomfortable relationship recently but Ron didn't know why.
"Hey," he spoke first but his voice came out hoarse.
"Hi," she shifted uncomfortably, pulling her bag further up her shoulder, "you okay?"
"I think I just broke up with Lavender," he blurted out and then inwardly cursed, why had he said that?
Hermione visibly lit up and she offered him a small smile, which were rare recently, "why?"
"I'm not sure," he admitted, smiling back at her, finding that he wasn't in the least bit upset, "it just kind of...happened!"
"Oh, well I'm sorry," Hermione said, but her smile stayed on her face.
"It's cool, want to take a walk?" Ron asked her, suddenly feeling brazen. He could do with a talk to Hermione, their relationship had been under such strain and he'd missed her.
"My bag," she said regretfully, "it's really heavy."
"I'll take it," Ron reached his hand forward and a surprised looking Hermione handed him her bag. He easily lifted it onto his shoulder, "come on then."
They set off towards the entrance hall and then entered the grounds, in a bit of an awkward silence.
Hermione broke it first, "Ron, about these last few weeks-"
"Don't" Ron interrupted her, "it's forgotten." They were standing by the lake, at Ron's earlier spot. Ron turned to face her, putting down her bag on the grass, "Hermione?"
"Yeah?" Hermione whispered, she'd gone rigid.
"I'm sorry," he moved a bit closer to her, "about going out with Lavender."
"She's not so bad," Hermione shrugged, "don't apologise."
"She wasn't the one I was meant to be going out with though. Surprisingly, she's the one who opened my eyes to it." He took both her hands in his and pulled her a little closer to him.
"Really," Hermione's voice came out in a very high squeak, "who-"
"You," Ron cut her off again and then pressed his lips lightly to her, they seperated and Ron smiled, "it was always you."