Author's note: Hello all! This is my very first fanfic dealing with anything Harry Potter related, but certainly not my first fanfic ever. I decided to write this because I'm a very big fan of Hermione and Ron as a couple & as are some of you. Well, I hope you enjoy this as I will. All right, I'll stop rambling! You'll hear from me enough.

Disclaimer: Mrs. Rowling ;3

And reviews are VERY, VERY welcome. Even if it's to tell me you hate me and wish that I never write another single word ever again. Thanks.

On with the show…


Prologue

Ronald Weasley sat at a table glaring at the person who joined him at the quiet shop. He couldn't quite understand why on earth this "meeting" was happening. Why he asked him here. The other person shifted a little in his seat, also glaring back at Ron. Ron waited for him to speak first. He's the one that asked Ron there, so why wouldn't he speak?

"So?" Ron finally prompted after what seemed like forever.

"Very well then, I suppose I should clue you in on some things," he said as his long, pale fingers extended to show he meant business.

"Clue me in on what? And what possibly could you, of all people, clue me in on?" Ron asked letting the venom and sarcasm saturate his voice.

"Well, let me get to that before you judge me, Weasley," the person said also forgetting his civility.

"Fine, proceed."

"I just wanted to say, she doesn't love you anymore," he said in one breath.

"Who are you talking about?" Ron said feeling as if everything he feared was being voiced by a person who couldn't possibly know.

"You know who I mean, Ron," Ron was shocked by the use of his first name, "Don't play stupid. I'm talking about Hermione."

"Wh-what are you talking about? How could you possibly know anything about her?" Ron asked flustered.

"I cannot tell you at this time, I promised I wouldn't even speak to you," he said looking down at his long fingers.

"Why! What is going on?" Ron asked now angry more than confused.

"I just wanted to tell you to stay away from her. She doesn't love you anymore. It's really sad that a git like you could hold her attention for so long. And I'm really confused in how you could possibly turn her down. She would have given you anything and everything. You know that, don't you? I'm sure you do. She tried for SO long and you constantly let her down. I want to know why, but I haven't the time to know about your woes and inadequacies. Good day to you, Ronald," he said getting up from his chair and heading to the door.

Ron sat there lost in thought. He was confused, angry and hurt all at the same time. He didn't know what to think about this ridiculous conversation. He needed to speak to Hermione. He needed to speak to her, now. With that, he paid for his fire whiskey and left the pub as quietly as he had entered.


A/N: All right! I think that's a good warm up for you all. I hope this peeked all of your interests. I know it's all confusing and such at the moment, but I promise I will write the first chapter and possibly put it up as well.

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