It had been a few months now since Hermione had broken off the relationship, but Ron still felt that he loved her and he knew that wouldnt change. She was his first time and although he enjoyed her, he knew this wasnt right for her, he often wondered the case of it. The fighting never ended and after a while they avoided each other and weeks later theyd ended their romance, if Ron could ever call it that.

Lately he had noticed something different in Hermione, her colour had regained in her cheeks and shed lived more happily. He was curious as to what was having such an effect on her. Hermione had never had this glow in her features when they were together.

Ron had been waiting for her to confide in him of her latest relationship but never divulged in any news. Harry had also been curious in what his best friend had been doing out on dates with the 'special person'; Hermione had been cautious to call her secret acquaintance.

A few months passed and still no revelation from their best friend upon questioning Hermione was reduced to being anxious saying herself and the said person werent ready to be public about their 'affair'.

Ron had also been suspicious lately of his broomstick which had gone missing, his firebolt was his prized possession. It added fuel to the fire, being angry over Hermiones seemingly untrusting attitude. However he managed to keep his temper in check, for whenever his best friend was asked about her secrecy, Hermione was most unnerved, saying. "No ones ready for this yet."

Ron and Harry began noticing owls been sent by Hermione when she was at work. Theyd always come back within two hours with a reply. He was now watching, both him and Harry had become increasingly curious waiting for her to slip up, waiting for an opportune time to sneak in to her office and peruse through the letters sent by the person.

From Harrys office, they sat sometimes. Waiting for her to go, leaving her office vacant. Theyd been on lunch for an hour eating and sipping their pumpkin juice at the Ministry. Harry had kept his eye on Hermione, sitting all alone during his conversation about the Chudley Canons with Ron. Glancing over that one last time, to his surprise she was no longer there. Getting a clearer view from standing.

They rushed over, they searched her drawers quickly finding no clues there, then proceeded to rifle through her briefcase, eventually finding what they sought.

Hermione,

I know we need to tell people of our relationship but could we just leave it for a while longer. Our families wont be pleased with what weve been doing together and I dont want to end this. What we have is perfect, I love you.

G. Weasley.

Ron was bewildered at Georges actions, keeping this from him and from their family. George knew that Hermione had a relationship with Ron, not asking his approval, was insensitive.

Harry advised Ron not to say anything to Hermione and give her one last chance to confess what she has been doing these past few months. Ron came home to the Burrow late in the afternoon, confused and annoyed. To let out his anger he decided to get his broom and go for a fly.

'Surprise, surprise. Its not here.' Ron thought. He slammed the door shut and headed back inside.

"Mum! Wheres my broom?" Ron stormed in to the house, leaving the front door swinging in his wake.

"Theres no need to yell, dear," Molly said, entering from the back door. "Im right here."

"Do you know where my broom is?"

"Yes, Ginny took it, love," Molly smiled, proudly. "Your little sister and Neville are becoming quite the pair, will Hermione be joining us for dinner tonight?"

"No, she said she was going out again," Ron answered, grimacing at Nevilles nerve of asking his little sister out.

"Shes been spending alot of time with someone else, hasnt she?" Molly stopped in front of her son, he gave her a slight nod.

"Yes, mum, but she wont tell us whats going on," Ron replied, she put her arm around his shoulders squeezing him gently.

"Maybe she feels like you havent gotten over her entirely," Mrs. Weasley advised.

"But she knows Ive figured that shes with someone else and she said that she is with someone, she just wont tell us his name," Ron said.

"Well time can only tell as to why shes being secretive, shell tell us in her own time," Molly patted him on his shoulder. "Now, how about some pumpkin pie, love? Its freshly made."

"Sure mum, thanks."

Ron sat at the dining table, eagerly awaiting his mothers desert. His mind still fixed on Hermione and George. He quickly finished his desert, thinking of his next move. He apparated to the front of Fred and Georges store. Watching Fred, George his little sister and his Hermione. He was annoyed his brother and his best friend hadnt asked what hed felt about them dating, he felt more than upset that they had gone out of their way to hide it from him.

He watched her standing in the store, laughing with him. He hugged her and he placed a kiss on her cheek. That was the last straw. His fists clenched and ran inside.

"How dare you!" Ron shouted, colliding with George knocking him to the ground, then hitting him. "How could you not ask me? How could you hide this from us?"

"Ron stop it!" Hermione yelled, trying to pull him away from George.

"Hide what?" George asked, blocking Rons fist from making contact with his face.

"Ron, geroff him!" Fred pulled his younger brother up. "What happened?"

"Hes dating Hermione, the git didnt tell us a thing," Ron said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"He is not," Ginny spat at Ron, "What makes you think its him?"

"I saw letters from a 'G. Weasley', who else could be?" Ron said, as he looked at Ginny, he began to question George again and left Ginny and Hermione to giggle.

Ginny smirked at Rons stupidity. "Nobody, Ron, of course its George."