This is the story based on my short four-part series. I hope you like it. I plan on it being filled with drama and romance. This is before Hermione had her affair with Fred and it will lead into that. I wanted to show you what started it all, first. :)

The resteraunt was elegant; a small muggle resteraunt in downtown Europe. It was the place you went when you had important news or wanted to impress people. The resteraunt had lit candles everywhere. The lights were turned down to give off that air of elegance and darkness. The tables had black, embroidered tablecloths. The waiters stood straight as pins and walked as if they had something stuck up their butt. The vieling was black with golden chandeliers hanging from them. It should of impressed Hermione but it didn't.

She sat on the chair in her black, strapless dress. Her hair was done up in an elegant bun and her hands rested on her lap. Her lips were plastered with clear gloss and her cheeks were rosy. Ron sat beside her talking to a man whose name escaped Hermione. It was a year after their wedding. Ron had brought here here to make an impression. He was becoming more and more like Percy each day.

Around her, sat men that Ron called his 'friends'. Hermione doubted that he even remembered most of their names. Beside the men, sat their dates. Women who looked about as unhappy and miserable as Hermione herself was. Harry was on the other side of the table. He looked more relaxed than Ron. Ginny sat beside him. She looked happy and Hermione envied her. Harry was good to her. He held her hand and opened doors for her. Ron hadn't so much as touched her all evening.

Hermione's plate was infront of her. She had barely touched it. She didn't like this fancy scenery or fancy dishes. She was a simple girl. She would have been happy with just a ring on her finger, but now, even that left her unhappy. But Ron didn't bring her here as a reward. He didn't care that he had a wife. He had lovers. But the ministry officials loved family men even though he wasn't a father yet.

Hermione had wondered what had happened to them. They were such good friends. He had asked her to marry him the day of the final battle. Hermione knew it was a spur of the moment thing but she had loved him.

Their honeymoon had been at a cabin far away from all the drama and loss of the war. It was beautiful and romantic. And the first time he took her had been magical. Somewhere along the line, all the passion had been lost. Ron hadn't said he loved her since that night. Hermione wanted someone who would say it to her every day but she didn't have that.

A man sitting beside Harry looked to her, "So, Mrs. Weasley, you've been married a year?"

Hermione smiled and nodded her head, "A very...magical," she nearly choked on the word, "year."

The man chuckled, "I bet you two can't keep your hands off of eachother."

Ron grinned and put him arm awkwardly around Hermione's shoulders, "We can't. I'm afraid."

All the men at the table laughed and Hermione just sat there. She was used to this; sex sells. And Ron took advantage of that as long as they weren't being forced to have sex in public. He figured that as long as people thought you were having sex it'd be ok. Ron and Hermione haven't had sex in ten months. Well, not good sex. They had quickies. It was like Ron didn't care about her pleasure anymore.

The dinner went on the same way as it always does. They talk about business. That's really all Ron cares about right now. When dinner was over, everybody shook hands and wished eachother well. Hermione knew that that was all an act. Because they really wanted the latter to fall on their ass.

Ron walked ahead of Hermione out of the resteraunt. When they got of the doors, they walked off to an apparation point where they couldn't be seen by muggles. Harry and Ginny followed close behind.

Harry sped up to Ron, "That was exciting wasn't it, mate?"

Ron sneered, "I just want to make an impression to help my career. It was just as boring as always."

Harry sighed, "I can tell you're Percy's brother right now."

Ron glared in Harry's direction, "I really wish you would stop saying that."

Ginny followed aside Hermione, "So, did you have fun?"

Hermione shrugged, "It was just the same as it always is."

Hermione never told Ginny of Ron's treatment of her but Ginny wasn't stupid. She could easily tell. She just didn't reply to any of it. As far as Ginny was concerned, it wasn't her problem.

They turned a corner into a dark alleyway. Harry took Ginny's hand and pulled her to him.

Harry smiled at Ron, a graceful smile, "Catch you late, mate."

Ron nodded his head and Harry and Ginny vanished with a pop.

Ron looked to Hermione, "You can apparate by yourself can't you?"

Hermione nodded, "Of course."

Ginny could too. Harry just held her hand for the hell of it. Hermione hated Ron right now.

Ron vanished with a pop and Hermione stood there for a moment. She was trying to calm her nerves which were shot to hell and back. She breathed in and out, over and over again. She wanted to be loved. Was that so much to ask? She just wanted to be needed. For a guy to have her in his life because he wanted too not because it furthered him in his career. Hermione wanted to cry but she didn't. She wanted to break down right there, away from any onlookers. But she refused to cry. She was strong. She needed to be. With that last thought, she vanished into thin air and arrived outside her house with Ron.