Authors Note: Hey guys! What's up? This chapter has a flashback of the wedding because I really really really wanted to write about it and this was the only way I could think of doing that. You'll probably see a lot of flashback from me because there are certain parts I really wanted to write that would have happened earlier in the summer so I'll just use flash back to relate it to you. Oh, and thank you soo soo much for reading and commenting! It seriously made my day!

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Disclaimer: Nope, Harry Potter's not mine.


Chapter Two:To The Burrow

"Where too now, Harry?" Ron asked as they left the wooded area.

"Well, I think we need a break. Rest up before… before the battle." Harry answered.

"Good with me. I can't remember the last time I had a good meal." Ron said, right on cue. Always thinking about his stomach, Hermione thought.

"I can. It was the wedding." Hermione said. Ron smiled and remembered that day.

"And now, our newly weds will share their first dance together as a married couple." Mr. Weasley had said. Music started playing and Fleur and Bill started dancing. Ron had blushed hard. He knew what was coming. He really hadn't thought this far ahead. He had congratulated himself on asking Hermione to go as his date but had completely forgotten about dancing. Nevertheless, he turned to her, face scarlet and hands shaking.

"Hermione, do you uh….I was just wondering….I mean, would you-" Ron stammered. He couldn't get the words out. Hermione places her hands on his and leaned closer.

"What is it?" she had whispered.

"Do you want to dance?" Ron asked, sounding much calmer than he felt. Hermione beamed.

"Sure." She answered. They got up and moved on to the dance floor. Hermione raised her hand and awkwardly put it on his shoulder. Ron placed his hand around her waist gawkily and held out his other. She slipped her free hand into his and they fit like two puzzle pieces.

"This brings back memories." Hermione said looking up at Ron. He was at least four inches taller than she. "Yule Ball memories."

"I hated that." Ron spat.

"Did you really?" Hermione laughed. "I couldn't tell. Looked to me as if you were having the time of your life." Ron smiled, too.

"Yes, well, unlike Vicky-"

"Oh leave him out of this. He's such nice boy." Hermione said.

"Oh a nice boy, is he? Well, I guess a nice boylike him wouldn't try and put any moves on you, no matter how old he was?" Ron said, perfectly aware that if he was Krum he would have put moves on Hermione, too.

"Ron!" Hermione said, half slighted but half laughing. The song ended and Ron quickly pulled away from her.

"Come on, I'm starved." Ron said awkwardly, starting toward the dessert table. Hermione grinned and followed.

"Alright then. To the Burrow?" Harry asked.

"To the Burrow." Ron said. "You know what I'm gonna do first?"

"Eat." Hermione said, blankly.

"No." Ron responded annoyed. "I'm writing Ginny. She told me to write to her at Luna's if we ever stopped back, so that she could come see us. But by us of course she meant Harry." Ron smiled and Harry pushed him.

"What's going on with the two of you, anyway Harry?" Hermione asked. "She seemed upset with you when I last talked to her."

"She probably is." Harry said miserably. "I can't blame her."

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"I broke up with her." Harry said, avoiding her and Ron's eyes.

"You WHAT?" Ron exclaimed turning sharply to Harry.

"I had to, Ron. People that are close to me seem to be dropping like flies. I coped without my parents, I coped without Sirius, and I'm coping without Dumbledore, but I know I wouldn't be able to cope without her." Harry said. "You think I wanted to?" There was a silence between the three of them.

"Harry," Hermione started, nervously. "We're talking about Ginny Weasly. She can take care of herself better than anyone I know. And I know that you wouldn't be able to bear it if something happened to her, but…but she's going through hell without you. And what could be worse than that?"

"How do you know that?" Ron asked.

"She's been writing me." Hermione said simply, her eyes still on Harry.

"She hasn't written me a single thing!" Ron complained, obviously not seeing what was going on in Harry's mind.

It was true; Harry knew she was going through hell, because he was too. He missed her like crazy. He was always thinking about her. And Hermione's advice had done pretty well in the past.

"So are we going?" Ron asked, oblivious as always.

"Yes, Ron we're going." Hermione said, impatiently. "Ready?" she held out her arm. Determined to concentrate on the Burrow, not Ron, this time, she closed her eyes and imagined a bright orange room.

In a split second, she could smell home-made custards and cakes. She smiled and opened her eyes. She was in her favorite place. Her favorite place in the whole world, wit maybe the exception of Hogwarts.

"Here we are." Ron said. "Come on, maybe we can grab some cake before Mom starts to save pieces for dinner." He went into the hall and started down the stairs, going two at a time. Hermione followed him into the Weasley's kitchen. Mrs. Weasley stopped when she saw Ron and Hermione.

"Ronny!" she shrieked and ran to hug him. He was at least a foot taller than her and could see over her head but embraced her all the same. "When you didn't write we got worried. I sent Pig, but he must not have found you. You write to me Ronald! Or you'll give me a heart attack!"

"Sorry Mum, we were busy." Ron said going red as his mother kissed him over and over.

"You're never too busy to write to your family, Ron!" she scolded and then turned to Hermione. "Hermione dear! How are you?" she asked as she embraced her in a hug, too.

"Fine, thanks, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione said.

"Well, are you two hungry?" she asked. Ron nodded vigorously.

"Um, yes alittle, but I'm going to get Harry first." Hermione answered.

"Oh, of course, dear. How could I forget? You go ahead and get him and we'll have a slice of cake waiting for you both when you get back."

"I can't wait." Hermione smiled, and disapparated.


Author's Note: Well, how'd you like it? Please review! I like compliments, complaints, and suggestions.