Well, here's chapter two... I hope you guys like it! Also, I get notorious cases of writers block that I'm going to apologize in advance for. Reviews are great, but no lighting me on fire. :)

Chapter Two

Ron disapperated to Godric's Hollow and hammered on the door of a cozy yellow house. He saw a bright, brown eye look through the cloudy window in the door. After a moment, his little sister jerked the door open looking annoyed.

"Knocking down the door isn't going to make us want you to stay longer."

"Shut up, Ginny."

He shoved past her into the living room where he saw his best friend reading the evening prophet in high backed chair beside the flickering fireplace. Throwing himself down on the couch, he stared moodily at the crackling fire.

"What's going on, ma-?" started Harry.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" snapped Ginny, stomping into the cozy living room. "You can't just barge in here anytime you want and make yourself at home! We are busy planning a wedding and, you know, leading our own lives."

Harry pulled Ginny into his lap and rubbed her back muttering 'shh'. Ron ignored her.

"Hermione and I got into a row," he mumbled.

Harry smiled slightly. "You're gonna have to be a bit more specific, mate. It'd be a bit easier for you to tell us when you two weren't in a row."

Ron shook his head and closed his eyes. "No, no, this was different. I… I punched-"

Ginny jumped out of Harry's lap and bore down on Ron with venom in her eyes. "You hit her? Ronald Bilius Weasley, if you tell me that you laid one hand on her, I will-"

"Calm down, you looney! Of course I didn't hit her. I… I just… I threw a bowl and I punched wall next to her."

Ginny was still looking irate. "Oh, well that's SO much better! You really are an idiot, Ron. Can you imagine what she's thinking right now?" Ginny turned and strode the kitchen still shouting about abuse and how Ron didn't deserve what he had.

Waiting until Ginny's yelling had subsided, Harry asked again.

"What happened, Ron?"

He still didn't look at Harry, but divulged the story.

"…And she just kept yelling at me and, I don't know, I just lost it." He looked ashamed at this point.

Harry had remained silent through out the story. He looked like he felt slightly sorry for Ron.

"Mate, you should probably just apologize."

Ron looked like he did not think much of this idea, but Harry continued on. "Ron, do you really think this needs to get any bigger than it already is? You know how Hermione gets when she's stressed. She was probably just worried about you. And you said yourself you were tired. Don't you think you might have overreacted a bit?"

"Yes!" Ginny shouted from the kitchen.

Ron nodded, still looking uncomfortable. "I guess I'll go apologize," he mumbled. Ginny returned to the living room holding a steaming mug. "Who knows," said Ron "maybe she'll apologize too."

Harry nodded cheerfully and Ginny gave an 'I-don't-think-she-needs-to-apologize-for-anything' look, but nodded as well. Ignoring this, he bade them both a hasty goodbye and apparated to the front of his and Hermione's apartment door. He pulled out his key, but found it unlocked. An oddity, as Hermione was usually so careful about security, even four years after the wars had ended. He pulled open the door and saw the kitchen light was still on. Usually their evening fights ended with her going to bed and Ron having time to cool off. He made the familiar journey and pushed open the door. The sight before his drove his temper straight up again. Hermione, his Hermione, was wrapped in the tight embrace of Viktor Krum. They broke the hug as soon as the door was opened.

"Ron!" exclaimed Hermione "I'm so glad your back, I'm so-"

Ron backed away looking disgusted. "What is he doing here?"

Hermione looked between Viktor, who seemed to interpret Ron's tone of voice much better that Hermione, and Ron, who seemed to be having difficulty keeping calm.

"Well, he's actually lived here for a couple weeks now and he, heard us arguing and just wanted to see if everything was alright. We had no idea we were neighbors."

Ron's ears were turning more and more maroon with every word he spoke. "Well, isn't this lovely. You and Vicky catching up on all those cozy hours in the library."

It was Hermione's turn to flush pink now. She looked back at Viktor almost pleadingly. He seemed to read her eyes and took his coat off the back of the kitchen chair.

"I… I vill go now. Goodnight, Her-mo-ninny."

He gave her a brief squeeze on the shoulder and, giving Ron as wide of a berth as he could, left the kitchen. Ron waited until the door had shut and rounded on Hermione again.

"So, as soon as we have a fight you run off to your precious Bulgarian Bon-Bon?"

"Ron, no, it's not like that. I just needed someone to talk to."

"It had to be him?"

Hermione looked extremely exasperated. "Ron, he's just a friend. I've known him for years!"

"Hermione, I hate you seeing him. You know he doesn't want to only be your friend!"

"It's not up to you who I'm friends with! You don't own me!" Hermione's face was flushed as crimson as Ron's was now. Ron stared at her, hardly believing what he was thinking about saying.

"I'm sick of this Hermione! It's me or him."

She stared at him, openmouthed. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I don't want you seeing him and I want you to decide. It's him or me."

Her mouth remained open, but nothing came out. Their eyes bored into one another, secretly hoping the other would speak. Would forget the events of the evening; would forget the flared tempers. Nothing came though.

"I think I have my answer," said Ron in a slightly hollow voice "goodbye Hermione."

Without a second word, he turned on the spot and disapperated before Hermione could call him back.