For anyone, and everyone who doubts Ron would never call Hermione a b!+h, I completely agree. I had trouble writing the last chapter in general. I felt like the whole situation was cliché, and I hate that. Although it was pretty steamy, right? And just so you know, there's another story, pretty much based on the EXACT same story I was writing, and it has double the reviews I have -_-. It honestly pisses me off, not the fact that someone decided to do a similar story to mine, but the fact that it has DOUBLE the reviews, when I wrote the first one. I appreciate the reviews I do get, but honestly they aren't enough to really motivate me.

I mean honestly, guys, this is frustrating. It's like that fucked up moment when you have something that needs to be said and people aren't listening. Or either they are listening and just don't give a shit. But if you've never been in that predicament, basically what I'm trying to say is that it sucks. And the fact that someone else wrote a story based on the exact same topic feels like a slap in the face. :( But whatever, just enjoy.


Chapter 9:

The vacation was finally coming to an end. Everyone's bags were packed, and downstairs everyone was reminiscing. I stayed upstairs, to scared to go downstairs and face the Weasley's after evertything that happened these past couple of days. Not to mention my stomach was hurting a bit.
Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Angelina would come upstairs to check on me every thirty minutes to ask if I was okay. And I'd only respond with "I'll come down as soon as I feel better I promise."

But truthfully, the thought of facing the Weasley's was terrifying. Even during breakfast, lunch, and dinner I'd rush through quietly and anxiously, and I didn't dare try to start a conversation with them. And although it seems rude I just can't bring myself to do it.

I mean honestly, I'm Hermione! The girl who visited them through her school year. The smart, logical, and sensible one. The one who was least likely to be considered some scarlett woman who couldn't keep her legs closed until she was married. Or the girl who shags her boyfriend in his parent's bathroom.
I was supposed to be Hermione, the girl who'd gotten married to their son/brother and connected intimately with him in privately, or not at all.

However neither Mrs. Weasley nor any of the other Weasley's know that I did it to push Ron to marry me. This made me feel sick and manipulative.

Why couldn't I just be open and honest with him?
Well I know the answer to that: I wanted him to make the first step towards progression. No, I needed him to. Because I'm tired of being the one to take the first step. I just wanted him to try. Because I was worth it- right? But then again if I were really worth it he would've asked a long time ago. Why? Has he been slowly losing interest in me? And if so, what am I to do? Tell him he can't do that?

No. I know Ron loves me. And he has to want to spend the rest of his life with me. If he'd lost interest in me he'd have already left me. Right?

Suddenly the door swung open and Ron came in red faced and angry looking.

"What's wrong?", I asked him.

"They just had to bring up the spider thing", Ron muttered.

"I'm not following", I replied. He sighed.

"Just another prank the twins pulled on me", he said. I didn't know whether he was really upset about the story, or whether it was because Fred was involved, which always brought back painful memories for him.

I sat up and watched him as he kicked off his shoes.

"Well it couldn't have been that bad", I said, curious as to what the story was exactly.

"Forget it. I really don't want to talk about it", Ron said. He sat next to me on the bed and took my hand.

"So are you better now?", he asked.

"Somewhat", I lied. It's not like I could've told him I didn't want to go because I was scared, that would definitely lead to another bicker.

"Need anything?"

"No I'm fine".

"Hermione, I need to ask you something", Ron said after a brief moment of silence.

Wait! Maybe this is it! It made sense! He wanted to propose to me on the last day of our vacation! At his home!
I sat up a little straighter and a smile was growing onto my face, my heart was racing, and I had to restrain myself from shrieking or jumping up and down with joy.

"What is it?"

"Well, I have to go away next month- and I knew I should've told you sooner but- I didn't know how", Ron replied. My heart slowed down to its regular pace and deflated. The excitement was replaced with disappointment. And the joy was replaced with embarrassment.

"Oh", I replied. My voice was barely audible and sounded as disappointed as I felt.

"It'll only be a couple of weeks. Not much. Maybe when I'm back we could go on another vacation", Ron said. I began to feel angry with Ron, but even angrier with myself.

Maybe you're just pushing to hard. Just calm down. Like he said he'll be gone in a month for a week, and I should spend the rest of my time with him enjoying what we do have rather than dwelling on what we don't.

I squeezed his hand, "Well I guess we should spend our time wisely", I replied. He smirked.

"I might have something in mind for right now", he said. I was about to protest but then I took one good look at him. broad shoulders, his rather tight t-shirt accentuated his muscular torso, and broad chest. And his crystal blue eyes practically took my breath away. And that smile he had on his face, I couldn't say no if I tried.

I smiled back at him and he leaned into me and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his warm neck as our tongues gently clashed together making sloppy kissing noises. But we didn't care. It still felt good. I ran my tongue against his top row of teeth and his hands had made their way to the small of my back, making my spine tingle. And my hands had went up his neck and my fingers ran through his hair. I grasped the long red locks delicately and stroked them with the tips of my thumbs.

Soft moans and groans escaped our mouths. His stiffy was poking at my thigh, which was placed between his legs. We'd switched positions so that I was on top and he was on the bottom. He took off his shirt and I took off my night gown, leaving me in nothing but my black bra and panties. I straddled him so that his, now hard, cock was pressing into my pussy. He grabbed my bum and I ran my hands over his smooth, broad chest and trailed kisses down his chest and my hand was in his pants stroking his cock. I didn't stop trailing kisses down the middle of his torso until the hand that was stroking his cock and my lips met. His moans grew gradually louder. His fingers were now running through my brown curly locks. I placed his cock into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down. I licked off any pre-cum as usual and didn't stop sucking his cock until his cum erupted inside of my mouth and then down my throat. He moaned my name loudly. I straddled him again and leaned into him and kissed him deeply just to quiet him down.

His cock was still rock hard so I adjusted my position so that the crotch area of my panties was pulled aside, and he was inside me. But he didn't move because I was too busy leaving a large hickey on his neck and making his hair even messier. His hands had moved further up my back and to my bra. He unclasped it and just as he did we heard the door open.

Ron and I jumped and froze. Ginny and Harry were standing at the doorway laughing. Then they turned to us and their eyes had quadrupled in size, and they looked shocked. We heard Ginny gasp and I hastily got off of Ron and held the sheets up to my breasts and wrapped it around my body. Ron held the sheets up his chest as well and muttered his usual: 'Bloody hell".

"Why didn't you knock", I asked.

"Well we heard sounds coming from downstairs and we came up here to see what it was", Harry stammered. He'd grown a faint pink and Ginny the famous Weasley red, "We wanted to see if you were okay."

"From the looks of it she's more than okay", Ginny muttered.

"Would you both get out", Ron shouted.

"Ohh, this is what everyone was talki- oh my goodness! I use that shower!", Ginny said horrified.

"Oh bugger off", Ron said.

"Why didn't you guys use a silencing charm?", Harry asked.

"Well, we were talking and then Ron was on top of me and I guess we weren't really thinking about it considering we were taking off ou-"

"Too much information!", Ginny and Harry said in unison.

"Ron what happened to your neck?", Harry asked.

"Hermione happened", Ron said with a small grin.

"I knew I shouldn't have asked that", Harry murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut.

"Would you all just get out", Ron asked annoyed.

"Why would you shag in a houseful of people anyway?", Ginny asked.

"Why do you", I asked.

"Look, would you all just get out!", Ron asked.

"Where else have you guys-", Ginny began but Harry stopped her.

"Ginny, let's just get out", Harry muttered. She and Harry want back downstairs, and you could tell they were bickering because Ginny grew louder and Harry grew silent.

"She owns him", Ron muttered. I sighed.

"Looks that way", I replied. He plopped back down and I lay beside him so that we were facing each other.

For some reason, now felt like the perfect time to talk to Ron. But I wouldn't go as far as talking about marriage. That would be pushing the limit.

"Ron, what're we going to do?".

"What d'you mean?"

"I mean, when are we going to-y'know, do things?", I was nervous and my hands were clammy and trembling softly.

"Didn't we do that earlier this week?", Ron asked chuckling. But I didn't even smile.

"No, I mean when are we going t-to move in together", I asked.

"Oh I don't know, maybe two or three-"

"Months?", I asked.

"Merlin no, years", he replied. I sat up covering my chest with my blankets.

"Years? In years we'd already be-", and the limit was pushed :"married with kids. In month's we should be married."

And there it was. The truth. The annoying thought's that ran through my head for so long. And it had finally escaped my mouth and fell right into the atmosphere and hung there for a good two minutes. Ron sat up.

"No, we're not ready for marriage", Ron replied. I scoffed and frowned.

"Not ready? I'm ready- aren't you?", I asked.

"Hermione, we're too young", Ron replied.

"Ron, we've been dating for the past three years and have been friends for five times the amount. How could you say we're too young? I mean we've fought in a war, we-we've been fighting almost all our lives practically, so how- how can you say we're too young?", I asked. Tears threatened to escape my eyes for the umpteenth time this vacation.

"Hermione, we're not even living together yet", Ron asked.

"And whose fault is that? Honestly Ronald, stop kidding around", I said hoping that everything he was saying was pretty much a joke.

"Hermione- I don't want to move in with you right now", Ron replied.

"Move in with me? I wasn't asking you Ronald! I was tring to get you to realize how far behind we are. I'm still living with my parents, I mean- c'mon Ron. Don't you think I deserve that?", I asked, my voice weak, my eyes filled with tears I was fighting hard to stop from falling.

"Hermione we are NOT getting married right now!", I said.

"And just why not?", I asked.

"Because I don't want to marry you", Ron shouted. There was a brief pause, and my heart was racing.

"You what?" I asked, almost inaudibly.

"Hermione, I don't want to marry you right now", Ron said.

"Well then when?" I asked. Usually I'd fight back but after the words that had just been exchanged, I'm not sure if there's enough feeling inside of my body to fight back.

"As soon as we're both ready. And it won't be soon because I have too much on my mind to worry about rather than marrying you", Ron shouted frustrated, "Hermione I'm not going to marry you."

And that's when the old Hermione found her way back to me. Hermione with the sass, the brains, and the strength.

"You know what Ron. I completely agree with you. We shouldn't get married. We shouldn't move in. Hell, we shouldn't even be together", I said to him. I got out of the bed and re-clasped my bra and aggressively pulled my suitcase off the dresser and slammed it onto the bed. I unzipped it and the first thing I saw was his white t-shirt. I shoved it aside and found a green t-shirt and some jeans.

"Hermione, you can't just break up with me because I don't want to marry you", Ron said.

"Watch me", I replied. The tears were falling now and my head was spinning. I hastily got into my jeans and pulled on my shirt.

"This-entire-vacation-I-though-about you and I- and how we should progress in our- relationship", I said as I pulled on my shirt. My voice was hoarse but not so hoarse that you couldn't hear the strength and the meaning behind them, "And I wondered if nothing was changing because I wasn't- good enough or you."

I'd finally gotten all of my clothes on and I looked him dead in the eye.

"But the truth of the matter is that I am good enough for you. But you are not good for me. Not if you think it's okay to put my heart in your pocket and treat it like a bloody toy. I am not some girl who sits there and waits for a man to profess his love for her. I refuse to be loved any less than what my love is worth. And since you aren't willing to do so. I am ending this relationship, if that's what you'd like to call it", I sobbed. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out of the room and hastily dragged the suitcase down the stairs making thumping noises as I went down.

"Hermione! Hermione wait!", Ron yelled and quickly caught up with me.

I didn't respond. I only wiped away my tears and sniffed. But the tears were still falling. And my nose was still running.

"Hermione. Stop it!" Ron yelled, but I never did.

When I finally made it to the last flight, Ron was three flights behind and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Harry, Percy, and George rang a chorus of 'Hermione, what's wrong?' and 'What happened?' s. But I only muttered a soft goodbye and stormed out of the Burrow and apparated to my parents' house.


For those of you who've read my previous stories, I know you're going to probably flame me for always making something drastic and 'unrealistic' happen. Because Ron would want to marry Hermione of course.

Yes I know this. But that was supposed to be the main conflict throughout this entire story. And I'm sorry to break it to you guys but, if there's no conflict- there's no story. :0. . . .. .Anyway, it won't be like this for long. And I mean they'll be back together EXTREMELY soon so do not fret R/Hr fans. Besides I gurantee you'll thank me later ;). . . .. . .. . . . . . .I've got to stop using so many emoticons. . . ..

Sincerely,

Jay