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You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset

She's going off about something that you said

'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night

I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like

And she'll never know your story like I do


“Bloody hell, Lav! Can’t you just let it go? I was trying to make my patient feel more comfortable in her dying moments. Why are you so hellbent on believing something that didn’t even happen?” Ron huffed as he laid down on the bed, cell phone by his ear. 


“Because I know you, Ron. I know you and I wouldn’t put it above you to sleep with your patient’s mum,” Lavender’s accusing tone came through the phone. 


“I wasn’t being serious. It was a joke,” Ron tried to explain the context once again. “Look, I'm not going to keep arguing with you. Besides, you’re on call. Shouldn’t you be taking care of patients instead of yelling at me?”


“I’m only hanging up because I’m tired of hearing your excuses,” Lavender huffed indignantly. “This conversation is not over.” 


The line went quiet and Ron thanked whatever powers were above that Lavender decided to hang up the call. He’d had the longest day on Tonks’ service and had to break it to a single mother that her daughter most likely wouldn’t make it past the end of the week. The last thing he wanted was to spend his evening arguing on the phone with his girlfriend about something he said when all he wanted to do was shower and drink some beer. 


“That sounded intense.”


A voice sounded from behind Ron. He’d been so caught up in his thoughts that he failed to notice that the music coming from Hermione’s room had stopped. Ron sat up on his elbows to see Hermione standing in his doorway, two bottles of beer in hand. 


“Here.” Hermione stretched out her arm to give him one of the unopened bottles. “You look like you need this.”


“You read my mind.” Ron took the beer from her gratefully. “How do you do that? Know what I need before I even know it?”


“I don’t know. I guess I just go with what I think I’d want in that situation,” Hermione shrugged casually. “Don’t be too hard on Lav. She doesn’t get it. She didn’t have to go through some of the things we went through, so she doesn’t understand that humor is how you cope.”


“Sometimes I wonder if I should just end it. Maybe we’re too different,” Ron’s face grew serious. “But then she does this thing with her nose when she’s concentrating really hard and I don't know… I guess I forget about all the bad stuff.”


“There’s nothing wrong with focusing on the good stuff,” Hermione shook her head. “All that matters is that you love her and that you’re happy.”


“Yeah… I guess you’re right.”



But she wears short skirts

I wear T-shirts

She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

That what you're looking for has been here the whole time



“Wow, Lav you look fantastic,” Hermione's eyes widened as Lavender made her way inside the house. “You know this was supposed to be a casual thing right?”


“Aww thanks,” Lavender flipped her hair proudly. “Oh I know, but it’s New Years Eve and I had a crappy day at the hospital so I decided to make myself feel better by dressing up. I’m glad I still had this dress in my car.”


“Huh, yeah I guess that’s as good a reason as any,” Hermione looked down at her own worn out Oxford t-shirt. “I just put on whatever is most comfortable so I can go straight to sleep at midnight.” 


Hearing a commotion at the door, Ron peeked into the foyer, “Lav.” Ron’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he took her in. “You look… wow.”


“That’s what I was just saying,” Hermione’s lips curved up into a smile. “I can see how you booked all those modeling gigs back in the day.”


“Please,” Lavender scoffed playfully. “Hermione could wear a paper bag and still look bloody gorgeous. I have to try to look this good. Ron, tell her. Hermione looks great in everything.”


“You do,” Ron looked at Hermione sincerely. Even in her old med school t-shirt, she looked beautiful. It was something Ron had noticed from the first time he met her and something he was reminded of every day. “You always look great.” 


Hermione couldn’t stop the little flutter in her stomach at his words. But they slowly dissipated when Ron returned his focus to Lavender’s dressed up frame. Hermione couldn’t help the pain that bubbled underneath her skin. For months now, she’d been fighting her feelings for Ron. She’d been doing a pretty good job of hiding it. That was made easier since Lavender was her friend and Hermione would never dream of hurting her friend like that. It didn’t make the feelings go away, but it reminded her that all those nights she spent dreaming that Ron would wake up and realize that she had been the one he’d been looking for all this time were just that, dreams. 



Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans

I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be

Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself

Hey, isn't this easy?

And you've got a smile

That can light up this whole town

I haven't seen it in a while

Since she brought you down

You say you're fine, I know you better than that

Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?


“Shut up, no you didn’t!” Hermione laughed as she and Ron walked towards the park near the hospital. “And McGonagall didn’t threaten to murder you on-site?” 


“Mione, she laughed. Dr. McGonagall freaking laughed out loud and had to walk out the patient’s room so that the poor guy wouldn’t notice,” Ron recounted the story of that morning with amusement. 


“McGonagall laughed?” Hermione’s eyebrows shot up. “At a joke you made about your patient?”


“Yeah.” Ron chuckled again as he and Hermione took a seat on one of the park benches to eat their lunch. “I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose. The comment just came flying out of me and I couldn’t stop it before it was too late. I thought she was going to kick me off the case, but even she had to laugh at how ridiculous it was. The poor bloke had a literal stick up his arse. It perfed his colon.”


“God, I love this job,” Hermione snorted.


“I know, me too,” Ron grinned brightly. 


Hermione stared at Ron for a few moments and admired the grin on his face. It was a surprising sight nowadays. Ron’s lopsided grin was the first thing she’d ever noticed about him when they met fresh out of medical school. It was so bright and warm and she found herself absolutely drawn to this man she hardly knew. 

It was all made exponentially better when they’d met Harry and decided to split the cost of a flat just a few blocks away from the hospital where they worked. That smile had been the thing that always made her feel better after a rough day, but in the past few weeks the number of times Hermione had seen him crack a smile had gone down and she hated it. As far as Hermione was concerned, Ron’s real, genuine smile could light up whatever room he was in. Yet, he was increasingly grumpy and brooding, not at all like the jokester she’d fallen in love with over the past year and a half that they had known each other. 


“Do I have food on my face?” Ron asked, breaking Hermione out of her thoughts. 




“You’re staring at me all weird. Is there something on my face?” Ron’s lips twitched as his teasing grin widened. “Or are you just admiring the view?” 


“Honestly, Ronald,” Hermione rolled her eyes and gave him an easy smile. “I was just thinking that it’s nice to see you smiling and laughing so much. I haven’t seen you this carefree and happy in a while.” 


Ron’s smile faltered a bit and he let out a dismissive scoff, “I haven’t noticed.” 


“Ron,” Hermione’s eyes softened. “Are you okay?” 


“I’m fine,” Ron’s statement sounded unconvincing even to his own ears. 


“Come on, I know you better than that.” Hermione set her food aside for a moment to give him her full attention. “What’s going on?”


“It’s Lavender. We’ve been having some issues lately, but then again, when aren’t we having issues?” Ron trailed off. “I don’t know. Sometimes I just feel like I’m not enough for her.” 


“Ron, that’s ridiculous. You are an incredible man. You’re the best one I know,” Hermione placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “How could you not be enough?” 


“I don’t know. It just always feels like she is trying to change me to be the guy she wants me to become instead of loving me for the guy I am.” Ron shook his head quietly. “I feel like I’m losing a part of myself to please her sometimes. 


“Look, I’m going to say something and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, because I care about Lavender and she's my friend. I would never want to say something bad about her behind her back… but, why are you still with her?” Hermione asked. “Why do you keep trying to make your relationship work when you deserve better?” 

Hermione watched as a slew of emotions crossed Ron’s face. He looked conflicted, almost tortured as he was plagued with whatever thoughts were going through his mind. He seemed to be fighting an internal struggle to not allow those thoughts to come pouring out of his mouth. Instead, Ron shrugged and answered simply, “Because I love her.” 


Honestly though, Hermione wasn’t sure if even Ron thought that was true anymore. 



She wears high heels

I wear sneakers

She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

That what you're looking for has been here the whole time



“What’s that about?” 


“What’s what about?” Lavender looked over to where Seamus was motioning towards. “Ron and Hermione?”


“Yeah,” Seamus scrunched his eyebrows as he watched Hermione and Ron continuously giggling about something while sitting on the couch. “I know they’ve always been close, but they've gotten really… touchy in the past few weeks. Aren’t you worried about it? ” 


Lavender let out a laugh, “You’re kidding, right? It’s Hermione. I have nothing to worry about.” 


“What do you mean, it’s Hermione? Lav, I know you’re a confident woman who’s used to being called pretty and all, but if you’re somehow trying to imply that Hermione doesn't compare to you, you’d be wrong. Hermione is hot and Ron is all over her,” Seamus expressed his concern. 


“I’m not saying Hermione isn’t hot or that she’s less than me.” Lavender rolled her eyes. “We both know that’s not true. But it’s Hermione… she’s simple and I don’t know…” 


“You don’t know what?” Seamus was still trying to understand Lavender’s nonchalant attitude towards the situation.


“Let me put it this way. If we were in school right now, I’m the kind of girl who wears short skirts and high heels. Hermione is the girl constantly in oversized t-shirts and sneakers,” Lavender explained. “She’s one of the boys. So yes, she’s hot, but she doesn’t know she’s hot. She doesn’t do anything to emphasize it. And if I know one thing about Ron, it’s that he likes it when you emphasize it. So, no. I’m not worried about that. They’re best friends. It would be like me hooking up with you.” 


Although he wasn’t convinced, Seamus decided to keep his mouth shut, “Whatever you say, Lav.” 



If you could see that I'm the one

Who understands you

Been here all along

So, why can't you see?

You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor

All this time how could you not know, baby?

You belong with me

You belong with me



“Can’t sleep?” 


Hermione jumped up in surprise at Harry’s voice. “Oh my God. Harry, you scared the living daylights out of me.” 


“Sorry,” Harry smiled sheepishly and made his way around the counter to pour himself a cup of the tea Hermione had prepared. “They’ve been going at it for a while now. Any idea what happened?” 


“I’m not sure. I just keep catching bits and pieces of it,” Hermione shrugged as she tried to continue deciphering the yelling match currently unfolding upstairs. “It started with Lavender criticizing something Ron did and then it escalated when Seamus called.” 


“This can’t keep happening,” Harry frowned and leaned against the kitchen table. “They aren’t good for each other. All they do is fight and make each other upset.” 


“She’s trying to change him into her idea of the perfect man and it’s obviously not working,” Hermione crossed her arms in annoyance. “Ron doesn’t need to change. He’s perfectly fine the way he is. If she doesn’t like it, then she should find someone else that actually meets her standards. Or is okay with being walked all over.” 


Harry was about to open his mouth in response when they caught a part of the conversation going on between the bickering couple. 


“I’m not fucking other people because I got bored!” Ron shouted. 


Hermione and Harry exchanged a look of confusion. They continued listening as the volume of the argument increased. 


“Please. Don’t go acting like a saint. You went and slept with Padma when we first started dating!” Lavender countered. 


“Yeah, and so what? You act as if we were exclusive back then. We went out on a couple of dates and then you met Cormac and called me trash! You told me that I wasn’t good enough for you or anyone.” Ron yelled angrily. “You treated me horribly for weeks and what do you do? YOU SLEPT WITH SEAMUS! You slept with my friend!” 


Both Harry and Hermione froze in shock at the revelation. Out of all the things they had predicted, the reality of the situation had definitely not been one of them. After that, the conversation didn’t last much longer. Before either one of them knew it, Lavender was storming out of the house angrily with an overnight bag and her hospital badge in her hands, breezing past them without saying a word. 


“Do you want to go talk to him or should I?” Harry pointed upstairs. 


“I’ll go.” Hermione stood up from her stool. “You should try to get some sleep.” 


Hermione made her way up the stairs and walked cautiously towards Ron’s door. Taking a deep breath, she knocked quietly, “Ron? It’s me. I know you probably don’t want to talk to anyone right now, but I just want you to know that I’m here for you if you need me. I’m always here for you.” 


She waited outside his door for a few moments. After some time, Hermione figured that he wanted to be alone. She turned on her heel and was about to walk away when she heard the door open behind her. 


Hermione stopped and looked back at Ron who was sporting red eyes and a pained expression on his face. He moved aside and let her step into the room before shutting the door. She felt her heart crack in half at the hurt in his eyes and didn’t hesitate to envelop him in a hug.


Ron gratefully accepted the gesture and held onto her tightly, allowing some more tears to fall. He sniffled into her neck, “I ended things with Lavender.” 


“I heard.” Hermione ran her hands through his hair in a comforting manner. “I’m sorry.” 


Ron straightened and sat down on the bed. He took one of Hermione’s hands in his and started to play with her fingers absentmindedly, “I know this is probably weird, but could you stay? I just… I need a friend tonight.” 


“Of course,” Hermione cupped his cheek. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need.” 



I'm the one who makes you laugh

When you know you're 'bout to cry

And I know your favorite songs

And you tell me 'bout your dreams

Think I know where you belong

Think I know it's with me



“Ugh, grow a pair and ask her out already,” Ginny groaned. “I’m tired of seeing you pining for her from afar. It’s disgusting and annoying.” 


Ron glared at his sister from across the nurses’ station. Hermione had just left to scrub in on a meningioma resection with Flitwick, leaving Ginny, Ron, and Harry alone as they went over charts. “Shut up. I’m not pining over her.” 


“Yeah and the earth is the center of the universe,” Ginny smirked. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we were listing things that weren’t true. Because it’s obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that you’re in love with her.” 


“I’m not pining over Hermione. Tell her, Harry.” 


Harry raised an eyebrow. “I know you say that there is nothing going on between you and Hermione, but maybe there should be.” 


“Oh get off it,” Ron scoffed. “You can’t be serious, can you?” 


“As a heart attack,” Ginny deadpanned. “You can’t tell me that you haven’t thought about it.” 


“Of course I’ve thought about it,” Ron sighed. “But she’s my best friend and I don’t want to lose her if something were to go wrong. Not to mention that it doesn’t matter how I think or feel if she doesn’t feel the same about me.” 


“Wait. You think Hermione doesn’t feel the same way about you?” Ginny put down the chart in her hands. “God, you really are an idiot.” 


“What are you talking about?” 


“Ron, Hermione is in love with you,” Harry revealed. “She’s been in love with you since you guys got into that darts competition at the bar a few months into our first year and you both mopped the floor with those gits who kept making lewd comments about her. She wanted to ask you out, but she was too scared and you started dating Lavender soon after that.” 


“She what?” Ron couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was no way that Hermione had been in love with him. “No. No. Hermione could do so much better than me. She deserves better than me. There’s no way that she’d go for a guy like me when she could have anyone she wants.” 


“She wants you, you moron.” Ginny slapped Ron on the arm. “Don’t ask me why, because I don’t understand it. But she wants you.” 


“Of course she wants you. You’re her best friend.” Harry smiled. “You are Hermione’s favorite person on the planet. You are the only person she really trusts. You know how hard that is for her. But she did it anyway. She loves you.” 


Ron stared dumbfounded at the chart in his hands. In the months since he had broken up with Lavender, he’d spent even more time with Hermione than he had before and his feelings for Hermione increased exponentially. There were so many moments while they were hanging out on the couch or her room or the resident’s lounge or the park where he was tempted to throw caution out the window and just kiss her. But every time, he stopped himself, afraid of what would happen to their friendship if she didn’t feel the same way. 


“I’ve gotta go.” Ron put down the papers in his hands. 


“Hey! Where are you going?” Harry called out behind him. 


“I’m sorry, I—I gotta find Hermione. I’ll finish this later.” Ron continued down the hall. 


“You better not come back until you’ve made progress with Granger!” Ginny shouted so that he could hear. 


Typically, Ron would have shot back at Ginny, but he had more important things to do at the moment. Namely, catching Hermione before she scrubbed in on that surgery. He searched the OR board to check on the status of the operation and was pleased to see that it had been pushed back an hour. He paged her to one of the quieter supply closets on the floor and waited patiently until she showed up. 


“Hey, why did you page me to a closet? Do you need help bringing something somewhere?” Hermione asked as she walked in the room. 


“You’re the only one who can make me laugh when I’m about to cry,” Ron blurted out. 


Hermione stared at him in confusion, “What?” 


“Just let me get this out.” Ron took a breath to steady himself and he placed his hands on her shoulders.


“You’re the one person who turns a bad day into a good day. You know my favorite songs and that when I’m in the car I like to blast them really loud. You’re the only person I can talk to about my dreams. 


“When I came here, I thought I wanted to be a plastic surgeon. But you listened when I started hanging out with Tonks and told you that I wanted to go into peds surgery. You didn’t laugh at me or make me feel stupid for wanting it. You just smiled and hugged me because I found the thing that I want to do for the rest of my life. 


“You are the person who’s supported me every step of the way, even if I didn’t really deserve it. You’ve been there. And I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realize it, but somewhere along the way, you became my favorite person. You’re my best friend, but you’re also the woman that I’m in love with. And maybe I’m wrong, but I think you feel the same way too. I think we have something here and I’d be an idiot if I let another second pass without saying anything. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I want to be with you.” 


Ron watched as Hermione stood there utterly speechless. He’d really gone and done this time. He felt his stomach drop at the expression on her face. She looked afraid. There was no other way that Ron could describe it other than Hermione appeared to be absolutely terrified. 


Her eyes were blown wide, her jaw was dropped, she looked completely blindsided by his confession and Ron surmised that she’d rather be anywhere but here. Suddenly, every hope he’d held on to one day being with the stunning woman in front of him shattered. 


Feeling as though he wanted the earth to swallow him whole, Ron pulled away and put his head down in embarrassment, “I-I’m sorry. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut and not said anything. Just forget it-” 


“Ron.” Hermione reached for him. She cradled his face and pressed her forehead against his. 


And although she had no words at the moment, he understood. For the first time, he watched  as words continued to fail Hermione. He basked in the tenderness of her touch on his skin and knew his siblings would take the mickey out of him if they ever discovered how his heart fluttered at the sensation. None of that mattered though, when Hermione’s breath hitched in her throat and she finally leaned in for a kiss. 



Three years later


“Do you, Ronald Billius Weasley, take Hermione Jean Granger to be your lawfully-wedded wife? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?” 


“I do,” Ron’s face shined as he nodded emphatically at the priest’s question. 


The priest smiled at Ron’s enthusiasm and turned to look at Hermione, “And do you Hermione Jean Granger, take Ronald Billius Weasley to be your lawfully-wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?” 


“I do,” Hermione beamed as she answered without hesitation. 


Laughing lightly, the priest grinned, “Well, then by the power vested in me. I now pronounce you husband and wife. What God has brought together, let no man separate. You may kiss the bride.” 




Have you ever thought just maybe

You belong with me?

You belong with me