Chapter 7:

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RECAP…

"I think you need to be reminded of someone."

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"Ginny, please. Don't do this to me," I begged as she opened the door to her brother's room.

"I saw you downstairs with him and you really need to be reminded of Rose's father," she said as she opened the door.

I didn't want to go in but at the same time I did. And so I followed Ginny into the room. I kept my eyes on the wooden floor because I knew that if I so much as took a glance around the tears would come and so would the pain.

"Look around," I heard Ginny say.

Why the hell is she doing this to me? Doesn't she know what this will do to me? She was there the first time it happened.

"Go on, Hermione. Look at Ron's room."

That did it. Hearing his name made the tears and the pain come but I didn't let myself fall into the emotionless darkness.

I looked up. In front of me was his bed. It was pretty much our bed considering that that's where Rose was conceived. The memory forced itself into my mind. It was just one night that we had together before we left for the Horcrux hunt. I could feel the touch of his hand on my body. This couldn't go on any longer or else I knew that I would end up of the floor and curl up into a ball to try to hold myself together.

I tore my eyes from the bed and continued to have a look around the rest of the room. The walls were covered in posters of the Chudley Cannons and the all-witch band, the Weird Sisters. Old school books were scattered near the desk that was in the corner of the room. The closet door was still open. I walked into the closet. All of his clothes were still there. I slowly grazed my hands across his clothes. Dust came off of the clothes I touched. No one has probably been in here in awhile, I guessed. I turned to walk out of the closet and that's when I saw photos posted on the back of the door. They were magical photos so they moved and replayed themselves dozens of times. There was one of the entire Weasley family when they went to Egypt and then there was another of Harry and Ron in their Quidditch uniforms. The others were mostly of us, the Trio, during the summer time. There was one I couldn't take my eyes off of. It was one of just Ron and I. We were at the park and he had arm wrapped around me. It was obvious that I was blushing. The scene that kept replaying was of Ron kissing me quickly and then turning to face the camera with a wide grin on his face. I kept staring at it hoping that it would just stop replaying and disappear. Then I finally walked back into the center of the room where Ginny stood.

"Why? Why would you do this to me?" I glared at her with as much hate as I could manage.

"Oh, so now you remember him." She glared right back at me.

"Yes and I always will."

"It didn't seem like it downstairs…you smiling after Harry kissed you."

"Ginny, why? Don't you see how much this is hurting me?" The tears went away but the pain doubled. The ache in my heart was almost too much to bear. I clutched at my chest, hoping that that would ease the pain.

"How could you, Hermione?" she sneered.

"How could I what?"

"Go around snogging Harry, acting like Ron never existed!"

"I can never forget your brother, Ginny. He was the person that I loved most. How could you even think that I can pretend that he doesn't exist?" I clutched at my chest even tighter.

"Ron is the father of your child and after he's dead you go messing around with his best friend! Really, Hermione!" Her words came out more forcefully and they hit, they hit me hard.

"We are not messing around and I know that he is Rose's father. It's been two years-"

"And you seem like you're entirely over him!"

"Ginny, I can't keep living in the past!" That seemed to shut her up.

"If I keep living in the past then I will never be focus on what's going on in the present. I won't be able to focus on my career. I won't be able to focus on the friends and family that I have left. And most importantly, I won't be able to be a good mother to Rose…She's already lost one parent and she doesn't need to lose me too."

We were both silent. Ginny still glared at me but I ignored it.

"I need to move on and Harry is helping me to do that…Right now, I need to focus on what's best for me and my daughter."

Ginny continued to be silent. I waited patiently for her to speak.

"It had to be his best friend," was all she said. Ginny walked out of the room and she managed to bump my shoulder roughly on her way out.

I sat on the edge on his bed mulling over the rather hurtful argument I just had with Ginny. The fact that Ginny brought me to his room infuriated me. It was so out of character for her to do this to me. In a way she won the argument. I mean look at me, here I am sitting on his bed crying while thinking about all the memories of us together. Damn.

"Honey, are you okay?" My mum was at the door with Harry and Rose.

I looked up at them and realization poured over them. My mum came and sat down next to me.

"Harry, can you give me Rose?" I asked. He put her in my arms and I held her closely.

"Hermione, I-"

"Harry, dear, I'll take care of her this time?" my mum said.

"Ok…I'll be downstairs if you two need me." Harry walked out of the room and closed the door. Complete silence now.

"Mum, right now I just want you to hold me," I said tearfully. Mum wrapped her arms around me and Rose.

"Why you cry, Marmee?" I kissed my daughter and held her close to me.

This was all I needed right now: my mother holding me and my daughter in my arms. This was all I needed.

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In the Malfoy Manor, five men stood before Bellatrix.

"You, there. The one in the middle."

"Yes?" the man asked.

"You're the one to carry out the job. The rest of you be ready for when the time is right."

She dismissed the men to carry out their assignments. Bellatrix was confident in the man she had chosen to lure Potter and his friend out in the open. She had been told by scouts of what the daily lives of Potter and Granger were like. Bellatrix smiled evilly at thought that her revenge just seemed to be too easy.

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Inspiration came to me and this was the product. R&R please…