AN: Hey! You guys are so incredibly lucky I haven't been having homework these past few days! Thank you so much for telling me that I'm rushing! That is one of my worst things with my writing! I rush EVERYTHING! I rush stories, essays, etc. I do it to everything! I'm a very impatient person so I tend to hate to spend lots of time on things! Please tell me if you feel that any of my later chapters are going fast. I really need to work on that! **Oh and the Things about Fred in this story is just how I feel about how others possibly saw him, he and George were one of my favorite characters ever. I was so mad when she killed Fred. **

Anyways here is too clear up some things I read in the comments:

I know Ron is being a complete jerk! That's the point! I know he's really bipolar too! He's having an internal conflict so please understand that I don't actually think Ron was written this way in the books.

********** THIS CHAPTER IS ONLY A FLASHBACK FROM RIGHT BEFORE RON STARTED GETTING ANGRY ALL THE TIME! IT'S GOING TO BE EXTREMLY SHORT PROBABLY! ************


Four days after the War ended.

It was finally over. Voldemort was finally gone, never to come back again. I know there is going to be another evil wizard to try and take over the world again but I'm hoping that it won't be in my lifetime or my children's. The deaths Voldemort had caused were finally getting there justice. I have never had such conflicting feelings before it is literally wearing me out. One minute I'm so happy that it's over then I'm upset because of all the deaths, especially Fred's, and then I remembered that Ron kissed me. We kissed and he called me his girlfriend! I was so happy to know that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, if not more, now I see Ron and he is miserable. Fred's dead, his brother has just died and I'm happy because the love of my life kissed me. It just doesn't seem right.

I've decided that I'm only going to confront him about the kiss when he is ready to discuss it. I don't want to push him, and I really don't want to make him think that I'm not being considerate of how he's feeling because of his brother. He's in mourning, I just want him to be happy and so all I will do right now is comfort him.

With this decided, I made my way downstairs for lunch. Ron and Harry had been getting the Gnomes out of the garden all morning. Apparently this keeps Ron's mind off of his dead brother. If that's what it takes to get his mind off of it then that works for me. Mrs. Weasley wasn't holding up to well, she hasn't come out of her room since we got home. I feel so bad for her, Ginny and I have been making everyone food and Mr. Weasley- whose only doing a little better than his wife-takes her food. I feel so awful for them, they have gone through so much and to lose one of their family.

Fred was possibly the worst one they could lose, he and George made everyone have a reason to laugh in the darkest of times they were the light that shined so bright in the dark. It just wasn't fair that he had to die. I'm not saying that it would have been any easier if someone else had died, it's just that everyone had depended on them for laughs, the only bright spot during the war reminding us what we were fighting for. They were always so happy and care free and just all together good spirited. It was so hard to stay mad at them for their jokes because they were just so funny.

I had just got to the kitchen and started making lunch when Ginny came into help. We got started on cooking without talking. It was a comfortable silence we both don't really feel like talking after all that's happened. Her and Harry have gotten on pretty well it seems now that he doesn't have to carry the world on his shoulders. Harry seems to be doing ok, he still feels responsible for the deaths at Hogwarts. He doesn't understand yet that it was inevitable that this war would happen. Until he realizes that then he will always feel responsible for what has happened there. He has recently told me that he still feels responsible for my torture. No matter how many times I reassure him that I don't blame him he still has that look of guilt on his face.

My torture. I've tried not thinking about it, I've tried blocking it out acting as if it never happened but every time I look down at the scar on my arm, I relive every detail very vividly. Every night since the war has been over I wake up from the dreams about Bellatrix torturing me clawing at my scar Ginny has to wake me up from the nightmares before everyone in the house hears my pained screams. After the first night she decided to start putting a silencing charm on our room. No matter how hot it is I have to wear long sleeves so no one sees the agitated skin around my scar. I don't want to tell anyone about these dreams even if they are getting worse. Everyone already has enough on their plates for me to be adding my heap on to it.

I looked over at Ginny as we were making sandwiches she had a tear running down her face. It was normal for us to cry while we cook because we usually spend this time to think of everything that's been happening. I reach over to her shaking hand and take the knife away from her. Neither one of us says anything as I pull her into a hug. We both cry and hold each other as if we are the only thing anchoring each other to the world. Ginny is my only best friend that's a girl, she's the only one I would ever let see me this way. We pull away after our little session and look at each other and give the other a smile of encouragement to just keep going. We start setting up the table and start putting all the food on the table for everyone to eat.

As everyone made their way back to the table the Burrow slowly started filling with voices and the sounds of chairs scraping on the floor and clinging plates and silverware. We had passed out everyone's favorite sandwich and started eating. It was quiet at first this was the first meal George had joined us in. He usually stayed in his room too, like Mrs. Weasley. He was taking Fred's death the worst of course. They were twins, two halves of one person, always together. It was very rare to see them separated. Now that his other half was dead, he didn't know what to do. I felt so horrible for him, he looked so incredibly sad that it made me sad.

Everyone tried to make conversations but it was a poor attempt. The conversation just didn't flow like it did before everything that has happened. Well not until I asked Ron to pass me the carton of juice. As he was reaching for it, he accidentally knocked it over and spilt it everywhere. He stood up quickly and knocked into the table and knocked his own drink over and his food fell onto the floor. I was sitting next to him bent down to pick up his food. Everyone at the table was laughing and now the conversation was flowing almost as easily as it used too. Ron was red from the tip of his nose to his ears. After cleaning up the juice he bent down to pick up the food with me.

"Well it seems my trick to make conversation flow worked pretty well." He said with a small smile on his face. He had always been able to make the most awkward of situations not awkward anymore.

"You did that on purpose?" I asked genuinely shocked.

"Well yeah, you don't think I'm that much of a klutz, do you?" He asked with that wonderful twinkle in his baby blue eyes and a wide grin on his face. I couldn't help but smile because of his smile.

"No it's just really smart move!" I replied laughing. He gave me a look of fake offense.

"Always the tone of surprise with you!" He said laughing back.

We picked up the rest of the food and sat back down. He picked up another sandwich and started to eat. As I reached up for my drink my sleeve slid up only the tiniest to reveal the red agitated skin. Ron had been looking at that exact moment at my wrist. His eyes widened and I knew he was about to ask, I shook my head at him to tell him not now. If he was going to ask I didn't want it to be with everyone around. We finished lunch and Ginny and I started on the dishes. We cleaned up everything and went our separate ways for the day. It was pretty good weather and I really felt like getting some fresh air and so I decided a walk would be very welcome.

I had just started walking when I felt some grab my arm. I jumped and immediately went for my wand out of reaction.

"Hey! Watch where you're pointing that thing! You'll poke someone's eye out!" exclaimed Ron. I relaxed instantly and put my wand down.

"Sorry Ron! You scared me and I guess it's just a reaction now." I said.

"It's ok, it's just that I know how much you like my eyes, it would be a shame if you poked one out." He said winking at me. I know I was blushing like a fool, I wonder if he knows how much I really like his eyes.

"Your eyes are really beautiful it would be a shame to lose eyes that color." I said without thinking. I blushed even harder after saying this, but now I wasn't the only one blushing either. Ron was too.

"Really, you think so?" He asked taking a quick glance at me before looking forward again. I don't see the point in backing out now so why not just tell the truth.

"Yeah" I said smiling shyly.

"Oh." He said, "Don't think that this means I've forgotten what I saw at Lunch Hermione. What was that, what's going on with you?" Dang I was hoping he had forgotten.

"It's nothing really! I had just scratched there earlier. No big deal." I said nonchalantly but I knew he could see right through that.

"Hermione," he sighed, "Tell me the truth why was your scar so irritated?" He asked looking at me intently.

"I don't want to add to your problems Ron! You have enough to deal with already, and it's nothing really!" I said.

"I will always have room for you Hermione; it's obviously something if you won't tell me." He stated firmly. I heaved a great sigh and gave in.

"If you must know, I've been having nightmares about the torture," I said looking away from him. We had stopped walking. "It's like I'm reliving everything that happened, I feel everything, all the pain from that day and I can hear her screeching in my ear. I can feel the white hot pain in my arm from the blade and I don't mean to but I start to claw and the scar and start screaming." Bellatrix had carved the crude word 'mudblood' into my arm while I was being tortured by her in the Malfoy Mansion. I didn't want to start crying but the experience was just too horrific to think about. I never talk much about my torture it's too much to bring up. Ron reached over and pulled me into a tight hug and just let me cry. When I finished crying he decided it was time to ask me questions that I knew were unavoidable.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't I, or anyone else for that matter, hear you screaming?" he asked looking at me with a concerned face.

"I didn't want to tell you because you already have so much to deal with. And no one heard because every night before we go to sleep, Ginny or I cast a silencing charm after the first night." I stated.

"Do you only do this because of your nightmares?" he asked

"Yeah?" I said suspiciously. "Why?"

"Well, because I read in this book-" Ron started but I cut him off.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait you mean to tell me YOU read a BOOK?" I asked in a shocked tone

"Always the tone of surprise!" he said laughing. "Anyways as I was saying, I read in a book that there is a potion for you to forget a horrific event so you can sleep peacefully without nightmares." He said proud that he had come up with the idea.

"Wow! That's a great idea Ron!" I said hugging him. He smiled sheepishly and just nodded. I let go of him and we began to walk again.

"I've been.. um… well I've been meaning to talk to you about something." He said nervously. I knew what he was going to talk about. I was ready too.

"yeah? What's that?" I asked even though I knew exactly what he wanted to talk about. He cleared his throat his face turning bright red.

"The kiss, I just wanted you to know that, um… well I really would like if you would be my girlfriend. I mean I understand if you don't feel that way. It was just a kiss. But –"

"Ron." I said trying to stop his rabbling so I could reply.

"I really like you and I don't want this friendship to be weird now that you know and I-"

"Ronald, shut up!" I yelled over him. His face dropped and he stopped talking.

"I really like you to and I was trying to tell you that I would love to be your girlfriend but you kept talking and woul-"I said but was cut off by Ron's lips on mine. It felt wonderful, like his lips were made for mine. I responded to his kiss immediately. Ron pulled away and looked extremely happy. I'm sure I did too. We spent the rest of the day talking and kissing and walking around outside.

Later that night I was talking to Harry about everything that happened. I know he's not a girl but he told me I could tell him anything.

"I really love him Harry. I was beginning to think he would never make a move." I said laughing.

"Me too, I'm so glad you too are finally together so you can stop being so annoying." He said winking at me with a playful grin across his lips.

"Oh hush, like you and Ginny are any better!" I said laughing too.

"So have you told him you love him yet?" Harry asked.

"No, but we just got together don't you think it's too soon?" I said.

"You guys have had feelings for each other for years, I don't think it would be too soon!" said Harry laughing again.

"I guess you're right. Well, it's getting late. I think I'm going to go to bed." I said while standing up.

"Yeah, it's pretty late. Night 'Mione" Harry said.

"Night Harry, love you." I said as I gave him a hug. It wasn't the, I love you kind I wanted to share with Ron no it was the kind you would say to a brother.

"Love you too." He said with a smile.

As I was leaving I heard footsteps and a door slam, I didn't think much of it then but I knew I should have.


AN: Well this was right before Ron started acting weird. PLEASE REVIEW! I'm not planning on this story to be super long. Anyways tell me what you think. I need motivation to continue this story.