This was inspired by the song Save the Last Dance for Me by Michael Buble. Read on!

"Hermy…"

"Don't touch, Ronald!"

"Hermione, baby…"

"I said don't!"

Hermione Granger shoved a few handfuls of clothing into her tiny purse.

Ron Wesley's ears turned several shades redder and his eyes widened.

"You're not really thinking about leaving, just because of this small spat, are you babe?"

Eyes filling at his wobbling tone, Hermione slammed the purse shut and with ease of practice weaved her way through towering unpacked boxes to the door.

"Baby…" He whispered, touching her shoulder.

"I just!" Hermione wiped her eyes angrily with her empty hand. "I need a couple days to cool down… away from you!"

With a pop, Hermione aparated and Ron's hand hung in thin air.

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Outside Harry and Ginny's small, Victorian house near the Leaky Cauldron, Hermione threw her purse to the ground and wiped her eyes angrily with the palm of her hands. With a shaky breath in, more calmly she carefully fixed her ruffled appearance with a wave of her wand and walked towards the house. Three quick raps on the door, and it swung open to Ginny Wesley tightening the belt on her bathrobe.

"Hermione--!" Ginny's look of surprise was quickly hidden behind a warm smile very similar to Ms. Wesley's.

"Can I come in?" Hermione answered quietly back.

"Of course, of course!" Ginny ushered her in, noting the tone of voice.

Harry was half way down the stairs in his boxers when the two walked inside. When Hermione entered the kitchen, Ginny glanced back at Harry and mouthed 'Ron'. He nodded, and ran back up the stairs.

"Oh, Ginny, I'm so sorry! I had no idea what time it was…"

"Don't worry at all!"

"It's 2 a.m.!"

Ginny held a slender, pale finger to slightly trembling lips.

"Hermione… what's wrong?"

Hermione's mouth opened, then closed. Without warning, she threw herself at Ginny, sobbing. Ginny had seen it coming, and held her dear friend close as her shuttering voice mumbled what had happened into Ginny's shoulder.

"We were just fighting… about something stupid, oh, I don't even remember what and I was an idiot, I brought up Harry and your wedding, and then he was asking what I wanted him to do and," she heaved a sob, "and then he wanted to stop fighting, but I was so worked up! Sometimes, I get so upset that you two already have a beautiful house and that, that lovely wedding, and I just moved in with Ron…" Hermione pulled back, rubbing her eyes and stifling the last couple hiccups.

"Oh, Hermy!" Ginny's hands were at her mouth, her eyes shining, but a small smile on her face. "Did I really not tell you?"

Her friend blinked blankly at her.

"Two days after we got home from our honeymoon, we fought and I went to my mom's place! I'm such an idiot for not thinking of you, but," she shrugged, still with that knowing little smile on. "She told me her and Dad fight daily! It's just part of a relationship, more so for some then others… but what Harry and I figured out is if you have a stupid little fight every day, the huge stupid ones virtually disappear! When was the last time you and Ron fought?"

Hermione sniffled, and had to think for a moment. "I think when Lavender was hitting on him at that club…"

Ginny looked dumbfounded. "That place we went a month ago! Bloody hell, Hermione, I hate matches made in heaven!" She shook her head.

Hermione managed a wet smile. "Ginny? Could I, uh, stay here just for the night? Think about some things and…"

"Of course! There's no other way! And remember that absence will make the heart grow fonder… sex is so much better after you've been separated for a while!" Ginny grinned in a scarily Wesley-twin like way, and Hermione turned a brilliant shade of pink.

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Harry, fully clothed now, had a pleasant fuzziness in his head and a half full bottle of firewhiskey in his hand. He sprawled opposite of Ron on a large pullout couch.

"I just… I just wish I could take it all back." Harry's fuzziness was nothing to the solid ache in Ron's head, slurring his words and blurring his vision around the edges. Bloodshot eyes stared distantly into a Quidditch game, but he saw someone with curly hair, chocolate brown eyes, and full, pink lips.

Harry knew that Ron had been talking for a fairly long time, but he just didn't register about what. Why had he come here again? If only he could remember…

Stupid Harry! *shakes head* I haven't written in ages, so forgive stupid mistakes! Flames will be used to bring on real summer weather!

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