Welcome all you Harry Potter fans to a brand new story named, Reconciled Romance! It is a Ron/Hermione romance, with a Harry/Ginny romance on the side. Basically it's about how these four young adults cope with seeing each other again after being separated for two years. It is Rated M, for language, adult situations, and sex. There will not be sex in every chapter, but it's just something that will happen eventually as the story progresses. I hope you enjoy reading this story, and I will enjoy writing it :)

-Kelly

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, settings, and book-related plots belong to J.K. Rowling.

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Reality

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A young woman was writing furiously on a scroll of paper with a skinny quill. She was in her office again, with the tall white walls and mahogany brown desk that was covered in numerous picture frames and documents. The bushy haired woman was sitting behind the desk, in a firm chair, unsure of what she was doing there in the first place. The windows were dark, and the office lights were dim.

Just as she was about to get up and leave, the woman heard heavy footsteps in the hallway. And after a few seconds- the noise stopped. Her eyes were glued to the door as the metal knob rattled, and all of a sudden, she felt cold. She watched as the office door opened just an inch from the other side. The young woman stiffened in her seat, gripping the sides of her desk for support. "Who's there?" She asked out loud, trying to make her cowardly voice sound brave. The door was starting to open wider and wider, and the young woman sank lower and lower in her chair, wanting to disappear.

Finally, the door was fully opened, and a pale figure with deep crimson hair was seen walking over the threshold. Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper, "Ron?" She spoke, and the pale figure walked closer to the deep brown desk in the center of the small room. The woman stood up in her chair, and reached a hand out to the pale illusion. She felt no reason to be scared of him. It was just Ron, right? But before she had a chance to touch him, his face transformed in front of her, as if he had taken a large dose of polyjuice potion. Seconds later, the face of Lord Voldemort gleamed down at the woman in horror. The curly haired woman shrieked in fear, as she attempted to pull away from the nightmare in front of her.

Hermione Granger woke up in a fright, sitting straight up in her bed. Heavy blankets fell to her waist, and she clutched her chest while her heart beat in an exceeding rate. Her breathing was irregular and a single sweat drop slid down her forehead. She hadn't realized she was screaming until she stopped. Her throat had gone dry, as all the water in her body transformed into tears streaming down her face.

It was just a dream, a horrible nightmare. Lord Voldemort is dead, and it was just a dream. Ron is safe. Still shaken, Hermione repeated the same three sentences in her head over and over again until she finally caught her breath. The sun was starting to peak through the light shaded curtains, and Hermione found no reason to stay in bed any longer.

She jumped off her bed, not wanting her feet to be anywhere near the edge after a bad dream. It had always been a childish fear of hers, that something would grab her ankle from under the bed. Flinching from memories of the bad dream, Hermione turned on her bedroom lamp so that her room was no longer dark and gloomy, but instead glowing with yellow light.

Hermione's bedroom was simple yet elegant, which reflected her conservative personality. Her walls were painted the lightest shade of blue, her bed was covered with white and royal blue fluffy sheets and pillows (as well as a bright orange Chudley Cannons blanket stuffed under one of the pillows). A white closet was in the corner of the room, and a white desk was leaning against a wall. Hermione walked closer to the desk and took a seat in front of it. There were a few yellowing papers that were cluttered on the surface. All of them were letters addressed to Hermione, sent from Ron and Harry. They had joined an Auror training program a couple years ago, almost immediately after the Final War. Hermione would be turning twenty in a couple weeks, and she hadn't seen her two favorite boys since she was seventeen.

Although she hadn't received any recent letters from any of them, she liked to re-read some of the old ones. She wished that she could be there with them, but unfortunately they had followed different paths. Hermione grabbed a random letter in the pile and began to read the scrawled writing.

Hermione,

Everything's going great... well as good as we could hope. I know I say this in all my letters, but I really miss my mum's cooking. Well I guess any cooking would be great right about now. It's been about a year and three months, and all we've had to eat is some beans with stale bread. I really shouldn't be complaining, because it feels like an honor just being here. It beats going to Hogwarts for another year- no offense.

Harry and I were sent on a mission a few days ago. And I swear, you're smarter and far more clever than half the guys on our team. I bet you could become an Auror also, if you wanted. But I know your heart's set on working in the Ministry. Oh yeah! Let me know how your job interview goes... I almost forgot about that.

Give Ginny and the rest of the Weasley's my love.

-Ron

Hermione put the letter down and smiled, Ron's words were repeating over and over in her mind. She could remember the day clearly, when Ron and Harry left. It was around the same time that she was packing her belongings for Hogwarts. Hermione knew that Ron and Harry wouldn't want to come back to Hogwarts for a seventh year, but she would of at least liked to see them during Christmas and Summer break.

The young witches' thoughts were caught off as she heard the front door of the house open and close with a loud thud. There was ruffled noise just outside Hermione's bedroom, and she jumped at the sudden commotion. Grabbing her wand off the bedside table, she slowly walked to the door, and threw it open.

A young red headed girl stood still in the hallway when Hermione held the door opened. She had a purse hanging in one hand, and a pair of high heeled shoes in the other. The teenager was wearing a tight black dress that reached down to her upper thigh, exposing her pale legs. The pungent smell of sweat mixed with alcohol reached Hermione's nose. "Ginny!" She exclaimed, "Are you just getting in? It's nearly six in the morning!" Ginny's freckled face turned a deep shade of purple, as she ignored Hermione's outburst and ran to the bathroom, leaving the door wide open behind her. With a raised eyebrow and confused look, Hermione followed her. The young red head was bent down, vomiting into the clean white toilet. As the good friend that she was, Hermione pulled Ginny's hair back, and rubbed the back of her neck as she continued to throw up chunks.

"Are you okay now?" Hermione asked, still rubbing the girl's back after she stood up. Ginny's eyes were watery and her black eyeliner was smudged down her cheeks. No matter how bad she looked, Hermione still felt a pang of jealousy for her outstanding beauty.

Ginny closed her eyes, "I think so..." She was starting to feel dizzy, and her knees were giving in. She wasn't sure how long she would last before she passed out. Ginny was used to this feeling, she knew it all too well. This wasn't the first time she came home drunk or hungover. Even though she loved partying, Ginny knew she would regret the massive headache after waking up.

Hermione led the younger girl to the living room, and set her down on the warm couch. "I'll make some tea, maybe that'll make you feel better," she spoke out loud. After putting on the tea kettle, Hermione joined her roommate in the small, but neat, living room. She was sitting on the couch with her knees up to her chin, hugging them tightly. Her head was to the side as her long red hair dangled down to her waist in soft waves. Hermione took the seat next to Ginny, and wrapped an arm around her. She didn't necessarily agree with Ginny's wild party girl behavior, but she was still her best friend.

The two girls decided to move in together just a few months ago. They returned to Hogwarts after the Final Battle to finish their education, but eventually grew tired of staying at the Burrow. Hermione and Ginny shared a small one-floor house within a little wizarding community known as Tinworth. Their part of Tinworth was a little town near the beach, where they could smell the salt watered ocean from their windows. And although they lived in the village, Bill and Fleur's house, Shell Cottage, was not too far.

Hermione swallowed noisily and stared at the side of Ginny's pale face. She felt so hopeless, and wanted to do anything to help her friend. She was always like a little sister to her after all. Consolingly, Hermione rubbed the side of Ginny's arm, "Gin... I think we should talk about this... Did something happen to you? You know you can tell me anything..."

She was quiet for a moment, and faced the other way. Hermione was still consoling her, even though Ginny refused to face her. But Hermione called her name again, wanting to seize her attention. And when Ginny finally looked up at her, her big eyes were shining with tears.

"Ginny? What's wrong?"

The younger, fiery haired girl shook her head, no words could come out. Instead she leaned against Hermione's shoulder and continued to sob silently. She could feel the wet tears seeping through the sleeve of her shirt, but she didn't care at the moment. Hermione wondered what could be wrong with her. She didn't seem hurt- well, at least not physically. Hermione would have to talk to her, later today, or even tomorrow. She would have to explain that she was worried about all the alcohol she was drinking and all the people she was partying with.

"I got a letter from Harry yesterday," Ginny croaked, minutes later.

Hermione's heart sped up, and her first instinct came over, "Oh my God, is he okay? Is Ron okay?" There had to be a reason why Ginny was crying so much, and Hermione hoped that none of the boys were in trouble, or hurt.

Ginny shook her head again, "Everyone is fine... it's not that. Harry... he said..." She paused and pushed a chunk of red hair behind her ear, "Harry said they're coming home."

Hermione's worried expression transformed into a look of uncertainty. Wasn't this a good thing? Ron was going to home again... She would see him again. She would be able to hold him, hug him, kiss him, yell at him, fight with him, kiss him some more... What she couldn't understand is why Ginny was so sad. Her brother and her boyfriend would be coming home soon, so why was she crying?

"Ginny, that's great!"

But Ginny shook her head once more, "No, no, no... I can't... I can't see Harry right now..."

Hermione let go of her friend, and peered into her wet, smudged face. Ginny's freckles were showing and her eyes looked bloodshot, and the curly haired witch still didn't understand why. Her eyebrows ruffled and she tilted her to the side, "Ginny, why ca-"

"I had sex with Dean."

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The sun was shining down hard, and although he was sweating bullets, Ronald Weasley was used to this kind of heat. He wiped the perspiration off his forehead, and turned to his best friend. "I can't believe we're finally leaving this hell." Technically, they had been living in an African desert for the past two years, but the temperatures have been so high that you couldn't even tell if it really was hell or not.

Their tents were supposed to be a place you could go to cool off, but the sun was so strong that it gleamed past the fabric.

Harry Potter gulped nervously, but didn't answer Ron. He was too focused on the small diamond ring he held between his fingers. He had bought it in town today when he and the rest of the crew was rewarded with a day off. Ron shook his head in disbelief and snorted, "I still can't believe you wasted all your Auror training money on that ring. And I definitely can't believe that you're going to ask my sister to marry you."

Harry smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "Well, you would do the same for Hermione, wouldn't you?"

Ron's body stiffened and his mind went blurry when Hermione's name was mentioned. He could almost smell the intoxicating scent of wild strawberries- Hermione's favorite shampoo. Of course he would ask her to marry him. He would want nothing more than that. But when he left for his Aurors training, they were on bad terms, excluding the beautiful kiss they shared in the Room of Requirement. They had been fighting about something so stupid, so trivial and it didn't matter anymore. They often sent letters back and forth to each other a few times a month, but neither one of them mentioned the feelings they had for one another.

But Harry knew about it, and so did the rest of the Weasleys. It was obvious to everyone- well maybe except for Ron and Hermione. They were the only clueless ones about their own feelings. They could have been a couple since their fifth year at Hogwarts, but their stubbornness and pride kept them from one another. Harry knew about their feelings since the first day, and he wasn't surprised at all when they kissed for the first time in the Room of Requirement.

Harry smiled up at his tall friend, and ruffled his own jet black hair, "Ron, your silence just told me everything... You should tell Hermione how you feel, when we go home. I reckon she feels the same way, mate."

Ron was silent for a little while longer, but then patted Harry's back, with a large smile on his face, "You're right mate... and I think I have an idea of how to tell her..."