A/N: So it has been a very long time since I had updated this story and I ever so gratefully apologize. I went through a lot since the last time I wrote and I am so glad I am still here. Emotionally it hasn't been the best few months and I forgot about the little things that take me away from it, such as my writing. I am finally in my last year, and next year off to university, so this year is the year to make the most of. I am very excited to pick up this story again. Here we go!

Disclaimer: All rights to this story belong to J.K Rowling, our Queen.

Chapter 2

And I'm afraid
To sleep because of what haunts me
Such as living with the uncertainty
That I'll never find the words to say
Which would completely explain
Just how I'm breaking down

(Sleeping Sickness, City and Colour)

It's been a week since the Hogwarts memorial. The nightmares have only gotten worse since I have seen Ron that day. I can just feel it nagging on me, something inside of me wants to talk to him but I know that it wouldn't be for the best.

The past week has been the usual routine, wake up, shower, go to work, barely eat anything, go home, go to bed, barely sleep from nightmares, repeat.

Today is Sunday and I am curled up listening to the rain patter against my window, with crookshanks in my lap while reading my all time favourite novel. I was enjoying the peace. Reading has always been my escape, fantasy books, or fact books they all took me away from the horrors and stress of life.

Just as I was getting into a really good part of my book, the phone rang. I sighed and looked down at my orange cat curled up on my lap.

"Sorry little guy, but I have to get that." I apologize as I swat him off of me. I stand up stretching my arms and wander over to where the phone is ringing.

"Hello?" I said clearing my throat.

"Hermione!" Ginny's lovely voice rang over the speaker.

"Oh hello Ginny." I said and leaned against the wall where the phone was hung. "Whats up?"

"Oh well nothing really I mean, I'm packing a lot, Harry recently got a flat and Mum and Dad finally approved to let me move out with him, they think he's wonderful but there is something about their little girl leaving home with a man." She spoke with such cheerfulness. I smiled to myself. Ginny continued to babble on. I love her like a sister that I never had, but she could talk for hours!

"So anyways for Ron, Mum's having this big fancy dinner to welcome him back and everything and well we were hoping you would come." She paused and the phone went silent.

I didn't say a word, I couldn't say a word. I had nothing to say to her nor did I even have an idea of what to say.

I suppose a few moments have passed where I didn't say anything because there was Ginny again.

"Hermione? I mean if you don't feel comfortable you don't have to come, he may not show it, but it would mean the world to him."

I sighed and pushed myself off the wall, "I know Gin, I'll be there." I said.

"Great, make sure you wear a dress and be here by six or else mum will throw a fit and you know what that's like." Ginny said and you could hear Molly in the background giving her hell for that comment. "Well I've got to go finish some stuff I will see you tonight yeah?" And with that the line went dead.

I sighed and placed the phone back on the hook, I glanced over at crookshanks who decided to curl up on the chair that I was recently sitting on, I ran my hand through my wavy hair and bit my lip. What had I gotten myself into?

A few hours later, I stood in front of a tall mirror behind my door in a yellow dress that was knee length and flared out at the hips. The top was a simple v-neck that didn't go to low. My hair was pulled back into a bun with a few stray hairs loose, framing my face. I worse simple black flats and for make up, I chose a light red lipstick and only had a little bit of mascara on.

From the girl that stood in front of me, it looked like she had everything. Like nothing had been taken from her. All her joy was still intact. She looked like a whole person. I turned around to look at the clock that was located next to my bed and it was 5:45 pm. It was time to leave.

I turned out the light to my bedroom and walked down the hallway to my fireplace. I took out my wand and the green flames erupted, I took the small sac that was located on top of the mantel and opened it, taking some of the powder. I stepped into the flames and sighed. This better not ruin my dress.

"To the Burrow." I said throwing down the powder, and then everything went black. Smoke filled my eyesight so I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was standing in the fireplace of the Weasley's. The Burrow looked neater than it usually was. All the muggle knick-knacks were placed neatly around the house instead of scattered loosely as they usually were. I could hear a commotion going on in the kitchen and I could hear Molly raising her voice at someone.

I decided to make my way into the kitchen, and I saw Molly with a dish towel in her one hand and the other hand on her hip looking at Ron.

"Mum, honestly stop, just drop it, she doesn't need to know." He said to her. He was in a white button up shirt and black pants, his hair was trimmed and his facial hair was gone, he looked a lot younger than when I saw him a week ago.

I stopped dead and he looked at me, our eyes meeting. My heart picked up it's pace.

"Oh Hermione darling, I didn't see you come in, oh my you look lovely, doesn't she look lovely Ronald?" Molly glances at Ron and our eyes don't break the glance.

"Of course." Ron said clearing his throat.

"This place smells wonderful Molly." I broke the intense stare down with Ron and I glance at Molly, smiling.

"Well thank you dear, Harry and Ginny are out back with George setting up the table, Ron can take you out."

"I don't think that would be necessary mum." Ron said quietly and a pang of pain shot through my heart.

"Oh nonsense Ronald, you haven't seen your friends in almost a year, catch up with them." Molly turns back to her cookbook and continues to murmur ingredients to herself.

I glance over at Ron and he shrugs, motions his hands towards the back door. I begin to walk with him, at first we say nothing, and he clears his throat.

"Hi." He says and I couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Hi." I say back. We walk quietly to the back hallway that leads us to the back door and just before we reach it, Ron pushed me against the wall and stares into my eyes.

I let out a small yelp and stare back into his blue eyes.

"You have no idea how much I missed you." He whispered, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine gently, and my heart just about exploded and my head spun. He pulled away.

"And I you." I whispered back. His hand reaches up to cup my cheek and I tilt my head into his hand. "You didn't have to leave." I whispered biting my lip, and he let out a small laugh.

"But I did." I took my head back as he spoke those words.

"You didn't Ronald, you were gone for months without a word, I didn't hear from you for months." I said my eyes filling with tears. "I was a mess Ron, every night I thought of you, every night I had nightmares and woke up and wished you were there to hold me, for months I wanted to move on and forget about you but I couldn't." I choked on the last couple of words.

"You just don't understand Hermione." He said backing away from me and I threw my hands down to my side.

"And who's fault was that Ronald? You never even tried to help me understand you wanker."

"Oh I'm the wanker now?" He yelled.

"Yes you are!" I screamed, tears rushing out of my eyes, I wiped angrily at them, angry for letting myself cry.

Just then the back door opened and Harry poked his head in.

"Oh bloody hell." Ron murmured under his breath and I glared at him.

"Is everything alright in here?" Harry asked and I wiped the last couple of tears off my face, walked closer to Ron, and looked him straight into his eyes and replied to Harry without breaking my eye contact with Ron.

"Of course. Everything is just peachy." I said bitterly, I then turned and stalked passed Harry into the Weasley's backyard.