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Hermione apparated at once to the Potter's. The Potter's owned a fairly large English cottage. The bushes were cut to be perfectly square and a cute little fence enclosed the yard. The pathway was clear of any debris and the grass was cut short and had no inkling of weeds.

Hermione had to walk around the corner and open the gate normally as to not alarm muggles. Carefully she closed the gate behind her not to make any noise and pulled her jacket tighter around her. She began to make her way up the pathway when she caught sight of the window. She couldn't get that close to it but she could see them through the dark square boxes of the window.

Inside the window frame you could see Harry and Ginny Potter both with looks of complete and total content. They were just cuddled up on a reddish couch, No television, or books, or any magical entertainment. Harry's chin laid lightly on the top of Ginny's head pulling her into him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead through her choppy red bangs. His hand snaked around and rested where a little Potter was growing affectionately.

Hermione had to bite her lip in an attempt to hold in what would have been a very loud sob. She could not help but believe that she'd never have that. No matter how much her stubborn streak wanted to deny it Draco was right. She wasn't a fresh out of Hogwarts 17 year old any more; she was nearing thirty. Where had those eleven years gone? It was as if she went to sleep at seventeen and woke up twenty eight with all the bitter memories of betrayal. If you had asked a younger Hermione where she be by the time she was that age she would have told you by twenty eight she planned to be married, a fully trained healer, and mother of three.

Where had all those goals gone?

Hermione took one last glimpse at the married couple before disapparating with a soft pop; she could not disturb such a happy scene.

Ronald Weasley lived in a red bricked apartment in Canterbury. His apartment was on the fifth floor stuck in between an old mugglewoman and a divorced plumber named Rick who had a tendency to turn the television up way too loud at night. The twins had offered to help him get a better place but he had gruffily refused defending her apartment saying it was just fine.

She thumped her knuckles against the paint pilled door and waited. She sniffled and gripped the sides of her jacket even tighter around her.

There was the sound of locks unhooking and then the door slide open. There stood a ruffle haired Ron Weasley his face had a redness to it that made him look healthier than last time like he'd spent more time outside. Hermione suddenly felt the need to run but took a deep breath which numbed her senses.

"You messed me up, Ron, You mess me up so much more than I ever thought," She paused and shook her head lightly, "and for that I'm not sure I can ever forgive you."

"Damn it!" Draco pulled at his hair and raced after Hermione always just catching the last bit of her curls behind doors and corners.

"Hermione! Hermione, come back!" He raced toward the rich stain glass door, "Hermione, I'm sorry!"

Draco swung it open just in time to see Hermione apparate away. Draco Malfoy knew almost as the words had left his mouth that he had done the wrong thing. He had approached this all wrong. For all the knowledge that the worldly Draco Malfoy held he could not figure Hermione Granger out.

He raced back and grabbed his cloak with determined expression.

Not five minutes later the blonde appeared at the front door of the Potter house knocking on the door harshly.

"Potter," Draco greeted bluntly to a messy haired Harry Potter.

"Malfoy?" Harry squinted and scratched his head, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Listen, Potter, I don't feel like playing around so I will ask this once, Where is Hermione?"

"Harry, who's at the door?" Ginny approached the two in time to hear Harry's angry reply.

"What do you mean, where is she? I was under the impression she lived with you?" He adjusted his glasses with a glare.

"We had a fight, Potter-"

"If you in any way hurt her, Malfoy, I swear to god I'll rip your bloody head off!"

"If you want to hurt someone, why don't you move on to that brother-in-law of yours! Merlin knows he's caused Hermione enough damage," Draco snapped.

She started sobbing at the last few words and suddenly found herself in two warm comforting arms. Her hands found there way to his sleeves and dug in fiercely but he didn't seem to notice. She was so mad at him for everything.

He was the reason that she was so afraid to get married. He was the one who made her iffy about giving someone that amount of trust. He was the only one person she had ever let herself be venerable with and look how that turned out. She hated him. He ruined any chance of her happiness. Any chance. He'd broken her somehow, no matter how much she had strived not to be, she could no longer deny what she was. She was broken and it was all his fault.

He pulled her in the apartment and shut the door with his foot before leading her to a old worn couch. There he sat down sitting her to, gently pulling her hands from his sleeves but still holding them. He then looked at Hermione's face which was streaked with tears and her face had become red and angry; her eyes swollen.

"Hermione, what happened?"

Hermione began to beat against his chest and glared when he grabbed her wrists, "I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

"Hermione! Hermione! Hermione, stop," Ron managed to say before she yanked her arms out of his grip and stood.

"You have no idea what you've done to me! Don't you ever EVER tell me to stop! You should have thought to stop! You should have thought of me! About what your choices would have done to me! To my life!"

Ron rose and grew equally close to her red tear streaked face, "I did think! I thought about your life! I did the right thing and I know it! I kept you SAFE! That is all I care about is that you are safe! That was what I thought about, keeping you safe and happy!"

Hermione laughed harshly at his face, "Do I look happy to you Ron? Do I?"

Ron struggled for a moment, "That is because you were suppose to be with me!" Hermione just stared at him and he pulled at his hair, "We were suppose to be together! We were suppose to be happy! God damn it-"

No more words were spoken just then as Ron pushed forward and grabbed Hermione face pulling her into a deep passionately kiss.

Neither broke away.

Okay everyone do NOT freak out! No death threats! No burning crosses in my front yard! Okay?! Your all gonna need to chill out.

Deep breaths in, out, in, out.

Everything is happening for a reason.

On a different note this stories gonna be shorter than I thought. Maybe three more chapters tops? And there will not be another story no more. I pooped out on this. I sorta regret doing the sequel now. It's completely twisted and fans of O How Things Have Changed are not to happy about the new RWHGDM format.

Nobody sent in any idea's for dear Emma so she will forever remain a sub character and not a sub plot.

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Elaina