Disclaimer: Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
And say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth savin' me

Savin' Me by Nickelback.

Hermione watched as he entered the house. She watched as he put down his briefcase and began to take of his shoes. He was late. It was eleven thirty. He was supposed to be home five hours ago.

"You're late," she said, startling him. Looking at her, he then turned and started up the stairs.

"You were with her, weren't you?" she whispered. He stopped. Turning around, his black eyes trained on her with a look of annoyance.

"Excuse me?" he asked, stepping down and walking towards her. "What did you say?" Hermione faltered.

"You were with her..." she murmured. Luke took another step forward, successfully trapping her against the wall. She looked away from him, unable to look him in the eyes.

"What did you say?" he demanded. Hermione shook her head.

"Nothing," she mumbled. Luke took her chin in his hand.

"I thought so... I don't ever want to hear you accuse me of something like that... You should know better," he growled. Hermione nodded. Satisfied, he left. The bittersweet scent lingered behind him, telling Hermione dark secrets of sinful deeds.

"Good morning," Ann greeted. She was a short woman, though quite feisty, reminding Harry of Ginny. Though she had short dark brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. She was thirty years old and married to another one of Ron's group named Mason Orleans. They were both from Africa, though Mason was from Egypt and Ann was from Niger.

Sitting down at the table he smile gratefully as she placed some food before him. Also at the table was Gwinevere, Mason, Troy and Nicholai. Missing was Lisa Hartford, Pfeifer Orleans, Troy's girlfriend, Devlin Concord, Troy's brother and of course Ron. They were all part of what Ron had called the Underground. Harry looked around.

"Where's the prisoner?" he asked. Gwinevere looked up from the newspaper she was reading.

"Devlin took him in this morning," she responded. Harry nodded, but continued to watch her. No doubt she was beautiful, her grey eyes shining as she continued to read, but was there something really going on between her and Ron. That question had been bugging Harry ever since he'd seen Ron make her blush.

"Hello, all!" Lisa and Pfeifer greeted. They were complete opposites. Though the same height, Pfeifer's red hair conflicted with Lisa's raven crop. Lisa was more active, though Pfeifer looked more like the athletic type. Pfeifer was also the youngest, while Lisa was the oldest of the whole group. Lisa was thirty four and married with three boys. Her husband had died of a deatheater attack. Pfeifer was eighteen and Mason's younger sister, making Troy a target for dismemberment if he even dared to hurt Pfeifer, though it was obvious that the two were in love. Pfeifer sat down next to Troy and gave him a huge kiss, making Mason gag. Harry smiled. That's when Ron and Devlin came walking in. Harry watched as Ron took his place across from Gwinevere.

"You sleep ok, Harry?" he asked. Harry nodded, his eyes glancing between Ron and Gwinevere. Finally, he turned to Ron.

"Have you thought about it?" he asked. Suddenly the table went silent all eyes trained on Ron. It seemed that he had spoken to his team. Harry watched Ron carefully as he set his fork down and stared at his plate as if hoping to burn a hole in it. He finally looked up.

"I'll go..."

Harry stood on the platform, glancing at his watch impatiently. Ron had insisted that the only way he would go to England was by train. Harry had reluctantly agreed. Ron had also insisted that his team come with him, which made Harry slightly uncomfortable, especially when Ron had put a protective arm over Gwinevere. Catching sight of Pfeifer's and Ron's flaming locks, he waved, beckoning them over. Ron smiled.

"Sorry, mate, but Ann left something behind at the bar so we had to wait."

"That's ok, come on. The train leaves in a minute!" They all managed to get on before the train began to move and found a compartment. Putting away their trunks, they settled in. Pfeifer glanced out the window.

"What's England like Harry?" she asked excitedly. Harry smiled.

"It's great. You'll love it." Ron's eyes caught Harry and for a moment they just stared at each other, then Ron broke the gaze, turning to Gwinevere beside him. He whispered something to her and once again she blushed, smacking him in the arm. He said something else and she turned to him, an excited look on her face. She whispered something back and Ron shook his head. She gave him a pleading look, but Ron continued to shake his head, a small smile on his face. Gwinevere took his arm, shaking it slightly as she continued to beg. Ron finally consented to whatever Gwinevere wanted, making her smile triumphantly. Ron rolled his eyes. Harry frowned. He'd have to ask Nicholai sometime.

"You ready?" Harry asked. Ron looked at him and shook his head.

"No..."

"Why?" Ron sighed.

"Because Harry... I don't want to face her again..."

"Are you going?" Linda, Charlie's wife, asked as the group moved through bustling Diagon Alley. Her, Ginny, Hermione, Fleur, Penelope and Angelina, Fred's wife were all going to various stores, trying to find the perfect dress for Ginny. It was three weeks to her wedding and she still hadn't found a dress! Hermione looked up.

"Where?" Ginny rolled her eyes.

"The Victory Gala of course. We've had one every year and you've forgotten!" Ginny said. Hermione shook her head.

"No, I wasn't paying attention. Of course I'm going. Luke got the invitations today," Hermione told them as they entered a shop. Ginny left the ladies with the shoplady, disappearing into the back. The girls sat down and began to chat until Angelina gasped.

"Ginny! No!" They all turned and three of them started laughing. The dress was absolutely hideous, with frills and puffs all over the place. Hermione couldn't help but painfully think of her fourth year and seeing Ron pull out his dress robes. She shook her head.

"I don't think so, Ginny," she said. Ginny grunted and disappeared again. It carried on this way until Fleur squealed and ran over to Ginny, shoving the other woman out of the way and circling her.

"It's beautiful. Of course I'll have to do something with that neck. It's to high! This is your wedding day, don't be ashamed to flaunt it off a little! You're hair will be up, of course. We need to see those beautiful cheeks of yours! Oh, Ginny! You'll the most beautiful bride!" Fleur gushed, tugging and hitching up certian parts. Ginny couldn't help but blush at Fleur's complements. It was common knowledge that Ginny and Fleur didn't like each other, especially after Ginny's little stunt before Bill and Fleur's wedding. Let's just say it took a few hours to get the dress to calm down. Ginny smiled.

"I don't think anyone could be as beautiful as you were," she said quietly. Fleur's eyes widened and suddenly filled with tears. Soon the two ladies were crying, hugging each other and apologizing to one another. Hermione glanced over to the other girls and giggled. This was going to be an interesting wedding.

A/N: I know it's short, but I wasn't up to putting to much down. I know I promised more Luke, but maybe you'll see more of him once Ron get's to England. I'm not sure about a Ron/Hermione confrontation yet. I'll see how this plays out.

Chapter Tease:

"Harry... I can't do this..." he whispered, staring at the front door. Harry turned to him.

"Look... you came all this way to finally face you past. You can't run now!" Harry said. Ron frowned, looking completely aprehensive.

"I... you don't know everything..." he muttered.

"Well, this is your chance to tell everyone! To tell them why you left!" Ron continued to look uncertian...