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I woke up feeling cranky as ever. Work was not looking good, I really just didn't want to go. Yet at the same time I didn't want to stay home with Ron. He didn't work today so he would be home all day. I was cranky because we had had another argument. A stupid argument. This was getting old.

I was just trying to cook dinner and he kept fluttering around. Every time I needed something he was in the way. I was losing my patience fast.

"Ron. Please go sit down some place." I was already annoyed but was doing well with keeping my cool.

"But 'Mione! I have exciting news!" He whined."It's such good news, it's fantastic."

I rolled my eyes and continued cooking. "Go sit down, tell me after. I'm a little busy Ron"

He was actually pouting at this point. "But I want to tell you nooooow!" He crossed his arms like a child. See this is why I could never have children with him. He's too big of a child himself, he couldn't be a father. Mrs. Weasley was hinting about us having kids once we were married. I just stared at her awkwardly while Ginny became excited. She was already wanting to have children with Harry, they were only married a few months but she just couldn't wait. I, on the other hand, wasn't even sure I wanted kids...ever. Especially not with Ron. I don't think he could handle it. I don't think I could handle him with kids.

"Just wait a minute!" I was putting the food on the table as he sat there, doing nothing. He was squirming in his seat, he obviously wanted to tell me. Maybe it was something actually important. I put down the last food dish and before I even sat down he blurted out what he wanted to say.

"Chudley Cannons are playing Puddlemere United!" Ron said as he was stuffing his face already, delightful.

Guess I was wrong about that important thing. He knows Quidditch bores me. "Who are doing what?" I feigned interest. I was not a Quidditch fan, I didn't understand it, nor did I was to.

"The Chudley Cannons!" He basically screamed, it would have been louder if he didn't have a mouthful and a half of mashed potatoes in his mouth. "They're only my most favorite team! And they are playing Puddlemere United, which was old Dumbledore's favorite team!" Yes I did remember the Chudley Cannons were his favorite team. Basically half of his shirts had their logo, while the other half were the ones his mother made each of us for Christmas. I had to go out and buy him new, nicer shirts for him to wear to work. He argued that anyone in their right mind would be okay with him wearing a Cannons' shirt because they were the best Quidditch team. I didn't buy it. I also had to remind him the muggles where he worked would ask about what Quidditch was.

"Oh" I said, not even pretending to be interested any longer. "That's neat." All I cared about was getting the food I had just made into my stomach. I had a short lunch today, Loren decided to take me to a new restaurant. Unfortunately she didn't take into account that because it was on the fancier side, we would have to wait. So we had to eat fast, and less, in order to get back to the office on time. Our boss wasn't too bad, but he hated when people were late. So all I cared about right now was eating and Ron wasn't allowing that to happen. Unlike him, I didn't talk with my mouth full.

"Neat?! Bloody hell Hermione, it's wonderful!" Food was actually flying from his mouth, why couldn't he chew with his mouth closed? "This game will be amazing! I can't wait to go see it. My boss didn't like that I asked for the day off but I don't really care." He was smiling stupidly.

"Of course you don't" I snapped, fuming. Getting pissed off extremely fast.

"...What?" He asked, again through the mass of food in his mouth.

I just glared. "Are you kidding me?" He couldn't actually be serious.

"You don't make sense, what the hell are you on about?" Ron asked still shoveling food into his mouth, not even looking at me during this conversation.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe the fact that you don't care about anything at all? The fact that I work so hard, all day long, while you can't do anything! Also it would be bloody fantastic if for once in your life you didn't like a large boar. You are a human who has been taught table manners. You don't need to eat like your an animal who has never seen food before." I was yelling by now.

"I have a job! I do things!" He yelled back, spilling his drink as he flailed his arms. Awesome, I'd end up cleaning that up because he never helped clean our small apartment. Most of the time I regretted agreeing to move in with him. "I do very important things! And my eating habits are not as bad as you make them out to be. So I enjoy food, sue me."

"You barely have a job, and I'm positive you will be fired within the next two weeks." I said simply, ignoring the "sue me" comment. I knew that he knew his eating habits were terrible, he just didn't care enough to change them.

His face was turning bright red, his freckles on his face seemed darker. "Always the immense amount of confidence you have in me. Why do you think I would get fired. I'm good at my job, we can't all have little plushy jobs like you do!"

"Plushy jobs?! I work at the Ministry. My job is long and grueling. I have a job that actually matters. I'm going somewhere with my job. My job is not easy and you could never do it. Oh and you actually are asking why I think you'd be fired. You always ask for time off. You can't follow basic instructions. You never listen to me about anything so I doubt you listen to your boss. You never once even thanked me for getting you this job,by the way. You lose your temper, like right now." I was just getting started but he cut me off.

"ME?! I? I lose my temper, have you even met yourself? You flip out on me over any little thing. All I was trying to do was talk about a Quidditch game and you started going on and on about how I'm no good. You have absolutely no faith in me. You just get angry at me over nothing." He was seething. He was standing over the table, leaning with his hands on the surface.

I glared at him, staring him straight in the eyes. "You have never given me a reason to have any faith in you. The last time you did anything that wasn't for yourself was back in Hogwarts when you stepped up and played the game of real life Wizard Chess. Do you even know how long ago that was? Everything nice you do is just because it benefits you. "

"I've done stuff for other people since then and you know that!" He shouted back, and slamming his things around.

"Name three things!" I countered.

"Well...I...there was that one time...I..it doesn't matter! I have!" He yelled.

I rolled my eyes, and laughed darkly at him. He knew I had caught him.

"What the hell is wrong with you tonight?" He was glaring at me in anger.

"I just don't want to talk to you right now! You're being unbearable." I pushed myself up out of my chair.

"You're the one acting like some big shot, like you're so much better than me. I don't want to talk to you either!" He yelled back in anger as he punched the table top with his fist.

"Have you seen the way you're acting, right now I am better than you." I stormed away out of the kitchen through our room and into our bathroom. I was angry and upset. When I was like this I always took a shower,maybe because it's the one place no one else can come and bother you, you're alone with your thoughts.

Once in there I started thinking about everything. I was so sick of arguing with Ron, it was becoming ridiculous. I just wish he would step up. He wants us to get married but he can't do the basic things a husband should. I don't know, maybe I 'm expecting too much from him. I mean, I did know what I was getting myself into for saying yes.

I was sitting in the living room on the couch, reading a book that I have read a million times, and sipping green tea. It was taking my mind off of the constant arguments I kept having with Ron.

I had just finished cleaning up the huge mess that was made in the kitchen. It seems like Ron did even more damage once I left the room. There was food and drinks everywhere. All the dishes on the table were thrown and smashed around the room. The chairs and table were flipped over. This happened all the time after fights. Whatever room we had been in would be destroyed. He let his temper get the worst of him. He hadn't always been like that but recently he had gotten worse. He always had his temper but he was never this violent. I don't know what made him like this. No one else knows that he destroys things like this, no one could even imagine him doing anything like this.

He must of taken off after because he was nowhere to be found. He had a tendency of doing that. He would destroy everything and then he would take off. I never knew where he went, I asked a few times but he would always tell me "not to worry about it" but I did. I did worry.

I hadn't been sitting there long before I heard the key unlocking the front door and then footsteps coming from the kitchen into the living room.

I knew he was standing in the doorway, watching me. My back was to him but I knew. I heard him sigh and walk over to face me. "Hey."

I didn't look up. I was still a little pissed, more pissed over having that large of a mess in my kitchen and him taking off again than of the actual argument.

"'Mione...I'm sorry, okay? I don't know exactly what I did, but I know I made you upset. I hate that, I hate when you're angry with me but I hate when you're hurting even more. I'm sorry...really." An awkward silenced passed before he spoke again. "Please just look at me, please. I'm sorry."

I looked up at it him from my book and gave him a half smile. "I know Ron...I know."

He came over and took my tea from me and set it on the coffee table. He sat beside me on the couch and just looked at me. He had this rejected puppy look on his face. I hated it when he looked that way. As much as I didn't like him at times I never wanted to hurt him either. "Now Hermione, I know this wasn't just about my job..or work habits. What's going on?" He put him arm around me.

I sighed and leaned into his arms."I just wished that you would care about something in your life, for once." I answered honestly.

I heard him inhale sharply. I knew that saying that could start another fight. Fortunately he didn't argue. Instead he just pulled me in closer and hugged me. "I guess I don't care about much." His kissed my forehead gently. "But I do care about you."

I smiled at him, speaking softly. "I care about you too."

He tilted my head back and kissed me ever so softly, this was rare for Ron, he was never soft or gentle. "I love you 'Mione."

I smiled at him, I liked this soft side that I almost never got to see. "I love you."