“HERMIONE!!” Ron yelped.
That set her off, and she laughed until she cried as he pled for her to Obliviate him of the images that had taken over his brain. Her giggles were contagious though, and he soon found himself laughing with her, until they were slumped, breathless and boneless, once again.
He did, however, rouse enough energy to poke her in the side. “Evil witch. Just for that, you are officially demoted to honorary Weasley sibling status. I wash my hands of you. You just gained yourself six over protective older brothers, and yet another nagging mother. Congratulations.”
“You mean seven, including Harry.”
He sat up, shooting her a strange look. “Hermione, Harry is most definitely not your brother.”
She frowned at him. “Well, maybe not literally, but we’re as close as siblings. Like you and Ginny, in your own way.”
This caused an outright guffaw out of him. “Harry was right–book smart beyond all compare, but you really don’t notice the obvious, do you?”
Hermione stood up, hands on her hips as she glared at him. “Enlighten me, then, Ronald, as to what I seem to be missing.”
“C’mon Hermione, you seriously haven’t noticed…?” When she just glared at him, he sighed heavily.
“You and Harry, you’ve always had an..intuitiveness about each other that drives me batty sometimes. You’re always aware of each other’s presence, and you work so seamlessly together when you’re fighting, like you’ve been doing it for years!”
“We have, Ron. Or do you not remember the various Death Eater encounters, not to mention the final fight in the blood war that was going on for most of our lives?” She snapped.
“But this is more. It’s almost…instinctive.”He grew serious. “You two–you are like long time Auror partners or something. It took you a bit to get into rhythm, but the best example I can think of is when we were caught in the Shrieking Shack with Lupin and Sirius and Wormtail in third year. Do you remember? When you were confronting Lupin, you moved automatically in front of Harry, and grabbed his left arm, presumably to protect him, but really so that he could get to your wand in your other pocket with his right arm. Whenever we’re on the run from–or to–something, it’s the same thing; you’re always on his off wand side, protecting his back.” He shook his head. “I should put some of the memories I have watching you two partner off during D.A. training into a Pensieve and let you watch. It’s…impressive.”
“That’s practice, Ron, and training. What do you think we did, all those nights in the tent on the run last year when you were gone?” She said defensively. “Which brings up another point. If Harry ever saw me as anything other than platonic, then he would’ve have plenty of opportunity to make a move back then, and he didn’t.” So there, she wanted to add childishly, but didn’t, deliberately ignoring the nagging voice in the back of her mind that whispered, but there was still that spontaneous dance, that night, and Harry hates to dance, so he did it willingly knowing that it would make you laugh…and for a moment, it was just you and him, and that was the first time you truly felt like you made the right decision – you belonged there, at his side, until the end…