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~*~This Love~*~

"Get out. Now!" Ron was seeing red. He couldn't believe that Hermione had just handed back her engagement ring. They were supposed to be married in a week. Sure they had been fighting more then usual, but did it really have to be this way? "I can't deal with this right now Mia."

"I'm sorry Ron. I wish it could be different, but I can't take this fighting anymore. I can't marry you when every time that I see you I want to throw something at your head. How can we be married if we can't even be boyfriend and girlfriend without throwing hexes left and right at each other over the stupidest things?" Hermione didn't know why she was pleading with him to understand.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Arthur walked into his now destroyed kitchen. "Must you two always be fighting with your wands? Next time take it outside." With that he turned back the way he came and headed for his garage. Molly had been gone for almost three years now. She couldn't take the sadness of the loss of her son, or the way George was drinking himself into an early grave. She couldn't handle the bickering and fighting of her youngest son and future daughter-in-law. Couldn't take the shame of Ginny having a baby out of wedlock, even if it was to one Harry Potter. Well, at least that's what the letter said. Arthur was still mad with his ex-wife. Some how she'd managed to talk a lawyer and the Wizengamot into grant her a divorce. They weren't impossible, just very uncommon and had only been granted in serious cases; such as the other half ending up in Azkaban or documented cases of domestic violence.

"Excuse me, Arthur?" Hermione's quiet voice and quick knock on the doorframe brought him out of his dark thoughts. "Just wanted to say goodbye one last time." A deep blush started creeping up her cheeks.

"I'll see you next week." He just shook his head. He'd heard her say goodbye so many times that he refused to say it anymore. He had come to see her in a new light the last year, but he couldn't tell anyone that.

"No, you won't." Her blush got deeper as Arthur's head snapped around to look at her.

"What do you mean?" She couldn't be serious! Every week starts and ends the same way. She and Ron get back together, stabbing a knife of pain in his heart, and then they break up after wrecking the kitchen shooting one hex after another at each other.

"I'm leaving. I'm going to Australia to see my parents." She paused; she didn't know how to tell this man that she had come to care for as more then her friends father that she was possibly moving out of the country.

"Oh, is that all? Then I'll see you when you get back." Is that relief in his voice? She didn't want to read too much into his actions but she couldn't help it. After all she was the insufferable know-it-all of the Golden Trio.

"I'm sorry Arthur, but no. I'm going to be looking at houses while I'm there and if I don't find something there I'm going to be moving… moving too… too… Oh, Arthur." She couldn't look at him; her heart was breaking because she knew this was going to hurt him. She turned her back to him and looked out the door she was standing in.

"What's wrong, love?" Arthur walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his cheek against the top of her head. "Where are you moving? Why are you moving?"

"Please don't hate me." She whispered this, hoping that he could some how understand from that exactly how much she cared about him. "I'm going to move to Australia and if I can't find a place there, I'll be moving to America. I'll get on that plane never to return again."

Arthur's arms tightened around her, pulling her back flush against his chest. They could feel each other's heart beat rising and rising. "When?"

"Saturday afternoon." She laid her head back against his chest, breathing him in.

"Why?"

"I can't be here anymore. I can't say goodbye anymore to you, Ginny, and the boys just because Ronald and I have fought again. I can't keep having such volatile fights with him. One day we could cause serious damage to each other." She turned around in his arms and hugged him close to her.

"Do the others know?" He placed a kiss atop her head; he wanted more but didn't think this was the time or place.

"No. I was just going to take a taxi to the airport, get on the plane, and just go. I don't want to have them try to talk me out of it and I don't want teary goodbyes. I know this makes me no better then what Molly did to you, but I couldn't handle Ginny and Harry crying and pleading for me to stay."

"I'll take you. No, don't argue. Either you allow me to take you or I will show up with everyone in tow, which will it be."

Hermione let out a weak chuckle. "You drive a hard bargain Arthur. I would love it if you took me there." She rose up onto her tiptoes and placed a sweet kiss upon his lips but when she went to pull back Arthur put his hand behind her head, tangling his fingers in her hair and deepened the kiss. Hermione's hands took a death grip on his robes, afraid he would pull back before she was ready to give up this feeling.

He knew her heart was breaking at the thought of leaving her friends. Of not being here for Ginny's wedding or the birth of Ginny and Harry's second baby. She wouldn't be here to celebrate George's return from rehab. She was leaving her family and he knew that her biggest fear was that they would turn against her as they had against Molly. Not if I have anything to say about it. I'll just have to have one on ones with them until they get it and if they don't I'll beat the understanding into them! With that thought he pushed her up against the wall and moved his lips from hers, down to her neck and started kissing and nipping at her pulse point.

"Arthur!" She moved one hand up his back and into his hair, holding him in place. She moved her left leg up onto his hip and thrust against him, wanting more. His hand moved down her body and onto her leg, holding it in place as he returned her thrust for thrust. Their movements caused the skirt of her dress to pull up her thigh higher and higher, exposing her lacy pink panties that were getting wetter with each grind of Arthur's cock. "I want you Arthur. I need you. Now!" Her hands were moving down her back, her nails scratching his back through his shirt.

The next thing she knew her nails were scratching down his bare back, his chest pressed against her pair breast as his fingers gripped her bare thighs. Arthur moved his cock against her wet, bare pussy. Feeling her desire for him made him want her even more and made him even harder then when she had kissed him. He pulled back from her just enough to look her in the eyes but not break contact with her. "Are you sure?" He asked breathlessly.

"Yes!" She pulled him too her and kissed him deeply, and he positioned her hips just right so that he was able to slide his hard cock slowly into her. "More, Arthur, please!' Hermione could do nothing more then beg for him. She had lusted after him, desired him, and she had even pictured him on lonely nights in her home.

Arthur didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled all the way out and thrust deep into her again, over and over. Each thrust was like a shot of adrenaline, driving them farther and farther into their desire. Arthur paused in his movements, turned them around and laid her on his worktable, moving her legs onto his shoulders so that he could go even deeper into her tight wet pussy.

"Oh yes Arthur!" Hermione moved her hands down his arms and intertwined her fingers with his and allowed him to pull her hands above her head. He kissed his way from her flat tummy to one breast then the other. He slowly moved his way up to her neck and whispered to her between kisses.

"Hermione, I never knew it could be like this." He kissed her left cheek, her nose, and her right cheek. "Please, don't make me say goodbye anymore." Arthur's thrust slowed but he continued to take her deeply. He let her hands go and moved his down to her hips to hold her in place as he stared into her eyes. "Let me love you."

"Please, Arthur." Hermione didn't know what she was begging of him. It could have been for him to let her love him just this once, or it could have been for him to help her forget what she had to do once she left his arms, or could be for him to find a way to talk her out of leaving. "Love me, Arthur. Please, just love me this once."

Her broken voice tore at Arthur's control. He needed to show this beautiful witch that she was worthy of love, that she was loved. Even if he was the only one that loved her. His fingers dug into her soft skin as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. Faster and faster; harder and harder, drawing out a louder moan with each movement of his thick hard cock in her tight wet pussy. The shed filled with the sounds of Hermione moaning out his name and Arthur's response.

"Please, Arthur! Don't stop, don't ever stop!"

"Never Hermione, you're mine. Always." Arthur could feel her walls clenching around his cock, her release coming closer and closer. He moved her legs from his shoulders to his waist and pulled her against him. With each thrust he whispered a promise, bringing her closer and closer. "I'll never leave you. I'll always be here for you. No matter what I'm here for you."

"Arthur, don't leave me." Hermione was crying as she heard his voice thick with emotions, lust, and promises that she knew he would never break. "Don't hurt me, Arthur."

"I'll never hurt you. I will love you always."

"Arthur!" Hermione was reaching the edge. She was close, could feel that he was as well. She wanted to pull him over the edge with her. She didn't want to leave him behind, not in emotions and not in life. "Arthur, love me! Forgive me!"

"I forgive you Hermione. I love you, always!" With that last promise they held each other close as they fell over the edge. Hermione screaming Arthur's name, Arthur moaning her name into her neck as he kissed her. They collapsed on the table, Hermione enjoying the pressure of his body on hers. Tracing her fingers along his body, trying to memorize it, not wanting to forget one thing about him.

"I don't want to leave, but I need to. I can't stay here and continue to go back just to say goodbye again." Hermione whispered as tears slowly trailed down her face.

"I know, Love. But you are always welcome here. I will always be here for you." Arthur kissed her before pulling away, casting a silent spell to clean and clothe them. "Floo me when you are ready to go to the airport on Saturday or to tell me you've changed your mind." With one last kiss he walked out of the shed to the house. Not seeing Hermione holding her head in her hands or to hear her whisper goodbye forever. She knew she wouldn't change her mind and she knew she wouldn't floo him to pick her up. She apparated to her apartment; grabbed her already packed bags and left for the airport. It wasn't until hours later that Arthur realized she wasn't going to come for him and it broke his heart to realize that just like him, she couldn't say goodbye. He wanted to be furious with her, but he loved her too much.

For the first time since Fred's death, he sat in his chair by the fireplace and drank until he didn't have the ability to lift his glass to his lips again, then he hung his head and cried. As his heart broke his body shook with sobs that broke the hearts of his daughter and future son-in-law when they found him. They didn't need to ask, they knew why the moment they walked into the kitchen. Hermione was gone, again, but this time it was for good.