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Hello reader(s)! First off, I'd like to say thanks to everyone who both read and reviewed this fic. Since this was my first fic, I'm glad that it went well. Thanks also to luverlyxxgourgeous194 and SweetSouthernGal for correcting my mistakes. And since everyone suggested that I should continue with Ron's confession, I have finally found the time to get my lazy self to do it. x Enjoy!

-skytears9

The Quidditch Bet Continued: Ron's Confession

After Ron Weasley had lost the Quidditch bet to his only sister, Ginny Weasley, he now had to hold up his part of the bargain.

What was the bet about? Well, the bet involved a one-on-one Quidditch match between the two youngest Weasley siblings. Whoever made one shot past the other had to make the loser confess to the person they like.

Unfortunately, matters such as there were better said than done.

Due to the bet, Ron's face was now beet red as he trudged off toward Hermione. She stood at the entrance of the Quidditch field with a bag of books hanging on her shoulder.

The setting sun fell onto Hermione and enhanced her natural beauty. Her curly brown hair seemed to sparkle against the sunlight and at the sight of her, he almost caught his breath and began to fantasize.

Many times, he wished to run his hand through her hair and—

—The awareness of both Harry's and Ginny's eyes boring holes into his back cut him from his fantasy. The fact that it wasn't embarrassing enough he had to confess, but that his best friend and little sister were there to witness it.

Why me? He sadly asked himself.

Ron sighed and looked down at the ground. Despite being mortified of committing the act that he was about to do, he couldn't deny a small feeling of relief. A relief to know that if Hermione felt the same way, then he wouldn't have to fight the feelings he had for her.

Emotions that made him want to wrap his arms around her when she looked so crestfallen. Or at times when they quarreled, Ron wanted nothing more than to kiss her fiercely.

And it wasn't just the physical touch that he wanted, no, he loved her mind as well. Through the past years of being best friends, he saw and admired her brilliance and intelligence. He knew that there was no one else who could be just as wonderful as her—except his mum.

It was these emotions that floated to the surface when he came close to Hermione. She smiled brightly at him, but then gave him a puzzled look.

"Why isn't Ginny and Harry coming?" she asked, trying to look at Ron in the face.

Ron tried to hide his deepened red face and looked down. "Uh… Th-they. .er. .w-want to stay longer," was his struggled excuse.

Hermione's puzzled face cleared a little, "Oh, alright. But why aren't you with them?" She bent her head down, another attempt at trying to look at Ron in the eyes.

He slowly looked up, but tried to train his gaze to go beyond her. "I-It's.. be-because," Ron stuttered out, "..I.. er.. um.. need t-to t-talk to you." He smiled sheepishly at Hermione and then added, "B-but not, uh, here." He quickly thought of the best place nearest and the picture of the lake popped into his mind. "Let's try t-the lake."

A look of confusion was still on Hermione's face as she answered, "Alright then."

Ron hastily took Hermione's arm and half-dragged her to the lake. Hermione didn't know what else to do, but to allow him to take her and stare at the back of his bright red-haired head. As he led her on, an uncomfortable silence fell upon them. For Hermione's part, she didn't have the slightest idea why Ron was bringing her to the lake nor did she know what he wanted to talk about.

If he only wants to talk to me, then it must be serious, Hermione thought defensively. Although there was a small voice in the back of her mind that told her prediction was correct.

When the two finally came to the lake, Ron immediately let go of her hand and found a large rock a few feet away to lean on. He let go because he didn't want her to feel his nervous shaken hands. Hermione decided to put down her book bag and sit on the medium-sized rock across from Ron.

This is it, Ron told himself, trying to gather up some courage to speak. But how and what do I say? He opened his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. It was at that moment he became tongue-tied and a silence fell upon them once again.

The stillness continued for a small number of minutes until Hermione broke it by asking, "Well? What did you need to talk to me about?"

Not surprised by his loss at words, Hermione crossed her arms. Even though she grew impatient, she was really quite glad to be alone with him—the boy she had feelings for ever since their first argument.

But Ron was dumbfounded at how to begin this love confession. Come on, you big bloke, he thought, say something.

However, the words weren't able to process from his brain to his mouth.

Why did this have to happen now?

A few more minutes passed by and Hermione angrily stood up. She came to the conclusion that he was trying to pull a prank on her or had some means of humiliating her.

"Ron, if this is some kind of joke, I really don't understand it." Hermione told him as she picked up her book bag. "Besides, it's getting late and I have lots of homework to do." She glared at him and turned to leave.

Ron's mind screamed for him to stop her. This time, the motions processed and he finally found his voice.

"Wait!" He called to her retreating back.

His call stopped Hermione in her tracks, but she didn't turn back around to face him.

"Yes?" she answered quietly.

After feeling another blush warm his cheeks, Ron took a deep breath and allowed his heart to speak.

"H-hermione," he stuttered, "I have a c-confession to make." Ron took another deep breath, "The first time I met you, I thought that you were just another obnoxious know-it-all."

When Hermione heard this, she swiftly turned around with an agitated expression. "Excuse me?"

Ron realized what he had just said and quickly added, "No, let me finish."

Hermione sighed and motioned for him to continue, "Go on."

Before continuing, he looked into her eyes and smiled weakly. "But after I got to know you and we became better friends, I saw how brilliant you are. You're also so intelligent in class and caring towards Harry and me. And even though sometimes we get into pretty bitter rows and I say really mean things—the truth is..that I actually love you. Please tell me you feel the same way."

Hermione's right hand flew to her mouth in awe and small tears of joy gathered in her eyes. She smiled lovingly and ran toward him.

"Oh, Ron," she said as she hugged him tightly. She happily buried her face into his chest.

Since she ran to hug him and the force was pretty powerful, Ron was taken aback. "Is that a 'yes' or a 'no'?" he asked obliviously as he looked down at her brown head.

Hermione giggled at his daftness and looked up at him. "Maybe this will answer your question," she replied.

She slowly closed her eyes and leaned in to put her lips against his. It's a good thing she closed her eyes, because Ron's face was a strawberry color as he kissed her back and embraced her closely.

The End

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Yayyy! I finally did it. Haha I hope you all enjoyed it. Now—review please:

-skytears9

P.S. I'm also working on a Draco and Ginny fic based upon this Filipino movie I saw. I'm still working on it, but it'll be sure to come soon—I hope you guys will read that, too.