Authors note: So I know I just posted the first chapter a few hours ago, but I realized that the title doesn't really make sense towards the content of this fic...See, the title is the title of a song. It's off of the Fault in Our Stars album by Ray LaMontagne , so I would advise you go hear that song and listen to the lyrics because the lyrics represent HHR's relationship in this fic. I hope you go listen to the song and read and review!

Chapter 2:

It's been four years since Voldemort has been dead. Four years of peace. At least it seemed liked that, but it has been hectic. With planning. Harry's wedding, planning Ronald's, and working at St. Mungo's. It has been hard. But worth it in the grand scheme of things.

It was a sunny day, the wind creating beautiful sounds dancing through the trees around her home. Hermione was busy cleaning and organizing her office. She had so many patient files littered on her desk and books stacked up to the knees. It wasn't always like this, but they had an influx of patients with the flu. All of them with varying symptoms. She's had busy weeks dealing with them that she missed dinner at the burrow.

"Hermione? You home?" She hears Harry call excitedly.

"I'm in here!" She calls back, she hears his footsteps on the hardwood floor. He falls through her door looking happy and carefree, his hair disbelieved and cheeks rosy from his rush here, "What's got you so happy?"

He tackles her in a hug, he lays on top of her, hugging her tightly and Hermione giving as good as he gave. He mumbles something into her shoulder. "What?" She giggles. "Harry I couldn't hear you!" She continues giggle, feeling Harry kissing her neck, "Harry, stop..." She whines with a laugh.

She uses all her weight to roll them over so she's on top of him now, she lays on top of him with her arms folded on his chest, her face near his. She smiles at him, "Now tell me!"

Harry smiles broadly at her, "I missed you," she says, tucking in a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She untangles her arms and embraces Harry, laying her head in the crook between his head and shoulder. "Me too..." She mumbles.

Harry very carefully lifts her up and carries her to her bed, he sits with her sitting in his lap. They sit there for some time reveling in their time together. They haven't been able to see or be alone together for quite some time. A Weasley always being in the middle of them.

Harry plays with her hair, "If I tell you something, will you promise that it won't change anything between us?"

Hermione sits up and looks at him, her brows furrowed, she hesitates, "Okay."

"No Hermione, you have to promise! Please?" He pleads with her, he frames her face with his hands looks her in the eyes. "Please..."

"I promise," but she knew something was wrong, she knew as soon as she promised that she wouldn't like what she was going to hear.

Harry looks down at their hands, "She's pregnant," he whispers brokenly.

Hermione gasps at the news, she scrambles off his lap, her face in her hands. Then as if she realizes something, she straightens up and squares her shoulders, she looks him in the eyes, "I'm so happy for you, it's what you always wanted right?" She says with a false smile. She almost cracks when he looks at her with wide eyes and pale cheeks.

"I think...I think it's time we stopped Harry. Whatever this is between us, it can't be like this anymore. I'm not going to be the girl you come to when you have a problem anymore, that has to be Ginny now," she says nodding her head, as if she's trying to make herself believe it too. "You have to start trusting her to put the pieces back together again...I don't want to stand in the way of your family anymore. I think it's time you left Harry," she says all of this in a rush, she turns her back on him and waits for him to close the door to her room before she collapses on the floor sobbing.

Harry exits her room in a daze, he hears her fall onto the floor in sobs, part of him fighting the urge to go back in there and make her feel better. But he knows he can't. Because if he goes back in there, he'll never leave.