He blinked a few times before taking in his surroundings. The bare walls, clothing spewed all over the floor, stacks and stacks of old schoolbooks lay everywhere. He sat up, trying to make as little noise as possible, to avoid waking her up. He turned his head and smiled. She was beautiful. Any wizard would have been lucky to have her, but she was his. He wandered aimlessly around his apartment, finally residing on the big leather armchair in his living room. He'd been spending a lot of time in this chair lately, doing about of thinking. Suddenly, 2 years after leaving Hogwarts, he remembered Hermonie. He had loved her every since third year, but hoped for her to make the first move. She never did, and then sooner then he would've imagined, Lavender had come. He remembered there first kiss like it was yesterday. Sitting in the common room after his victorious Quidditch match, her arms wrapped so tightly around him, he couldn't move. But he didn't care, someone, for the first time in his life, loved him, and boy did he know it. But he remembered seeing out of the corner of his eye, Hermonie scurrying away. He could have sworn there were muffled tears. That was his last year at Hogwarts, and after helping Harry find the Horcruxes and defeating Voldemort for the last time, he had settled down to what he thought was a picture perfect life, with Lavender.

"Won-Won!" Ron was suddenly awoken from his daydreaming by her voice.

"Yessss Lavy! What do you need?"

She appeared in the doorway of there room, wearing hardly any clothes at all. Ron's eyes bulged.

"Come here, sweetie." She waved a finger at him, flinging him towards her, and pulling him onto the bed. Normally, he would have gone for this, but today something felt different, like he was cheating on someone for her. It didn't make sense, seeing as though this was the only girl he had ever dated in his life, and loved passionately for the past few years. He thought maybe a bit of this would help bring him to his censes. She began peeling off the skimpy nightdress right before his eyes…

Hours later, he was sitting in his office thinking about this morning. Was there something going on inside him that he wasn't aware of? Was he sick? He felt his stomach grumble. Ron Weasly? Sick from having too much--? No, impossible. But he knew something was up. He desperately wanted to get out of the office, now.

He walked at a brisk pace down the hallway, not really knowing where it would take him. Being an Auror, he had permission to be basically anywhere he pleased to be in the ministry. He remembered that night in his 5th year, when he and his mates had to go look in the prophecy room, to try and discover the one about Harry Potter and Voldemort. Maybe he would just take a look-

"WEASLY" Ron practically jumped out of his trainers.

"Harry, even though they've made you head, doesn't mean you need to call your best mate by their last name!" Ron didn't think he heard him, for he was lying on the ground laughing.

"You-should've seen…" He sputtered between breaths.

"Oh shut-up you prat. You followed me down here for some reason didn't you? Well fess up, what do you want?"

Harry sat up, surprised at his friend's unwillingness to take a joke.

"Geese, ok ok, what got into you this morning?" Ron, whose gaze was fixed on a particular ceiling tile, shook his head. He motioned for Harry to follow him.

"Well, lately I've been thinking about Lavy, I mean, Lavender and I, and something just dosen't seem right."

"Well, if you don't want her, can I have her?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Oh don't be such a git, will you? I'm serious! We haven't been arguing, neither one of us is cheating on the other. And well Harry," he turned and faced his mate, "I just, well I just wanted to know if we were soul mates or not that's all. Nothing serious, but I mean," Ron paused for a minute, trying to come up with the right words to clearly state what he wanted to say.

"If we're not soul mates then…"

"There's someone else isn't there?"

"What! No! Where did you get that stupid idea from."

Harry smiled. "Dunno, just a guess."

"Well there's no one, so just forget about your stupid ideas, you git." Ron quickened his pace. There was silence until Harry said, "So you still haven't told me where were going."

"Do you remember in our fifth year, how Luna and Ginny didn't come in the prophecy room, they acidently went into the—"

"Destiny Chamber?" Harry interrupted.

Ron felt no need to say more.