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Chapter 10:

I approached my house. I was covered from head to toe in water since I had to walk from an empty alley to my house (the safest way to not get spotted). Although my face was probably wet from my tears, not the rain itself.

I'd never been so happy to leave the Burrow and back to my house. Inside it's dark brick walls was a house with an isolated feel to it, whereas the Burrow was welcoming. And I knew as soon as I walked into the large brown wooden door, it would be cold but neat inside my real childhood home. And not warm and cozy at the Burrow. But of course if I'd stayed at the Burrow, I would've felt exactly like the inside of my house. Isolated, cold, and unwelcomed. Not because of the Burrow, but because of Ron.

Never had I cried so much in my life over someone. Over anything.
I opened the door to the lonely townhouse I called home. Everything looked exactly the same as I'd left. I took off my shoes and went upstairs into my room.

The beige walls seemed to be sinking in but it was okay because right now I just wanted to be somewhere that I could cry and yell as much as I wanted to. I walked over to my dark wooden dresser and delved through it until I found some grey sweatpants and a red tank top with black knickers. I went into my bathroom and turned the water on warm. I peeled off my clothes with shaky hands and tears coming down my cheeks. I stepped inside and grabbed a white washcloth from the towel rack beside the shower and placed it under the water to get wet.

I tried to focus on what I was doing but it was no use. The tears kept coming and my head kept spinning. I slowly sat down in the shower and let the water hit my already wet face.

I suppose the question is what am I going to do now? But truthfully I had no idea. I suppose leaving and getting a place of my own would seem ideal but it just wouldn't feel right without Ron. Which sounds completely ridiculous because he said it clear as day that he didn't want to marry me or move in with me any time soon.

So I guess the question is why? Why do I still want him around? Why did I want progression in the first place?
Simple. I loved him. I loved him and I needed him the way Harry needed Ginny. The way George needed Angelina.
I needed to know that the feelings were mutual. That I was wanted. Because I knew I wanted him. And something inside me was telling me he was the one willing to give me that. And I reveled in the thought of it being Ron.

I never meant to push. I never meant to get myself hurt. I never meant to put our relationship on the line. I just wanted him. Was that too much to ask? I knew I had him but I wanted more of him. A sure fire sign that he was mine and I was his. And what better way to officialize that by getting married?

I remember when I used to write in my diary about what I wanted to be like by the time I turned 20. I was fifthteen then and quite optimistic. I remember writing about how I wanted to be in the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and I wanted to have my own flat, and I wanted to have boyfriend (prefrably Ron Weasley). And here I am 21 years old, with a job in the Department I wanted to be in, I lived in my parents' house, and I recently broke up with Ron.

I stood up and quickly bathed myself and got out. I dried myself and got dressed and went into my bedroom and lied down on my plush yellow comforter and slid into the beige silky sheets and cried myself to sleep.
-R+HR-

"Hermione, wake up. Hermione", a voice whispered to me. I opened my eyes hoping that everything had all been a dream and it was Ron calling out my name. Instead it was my mother looking down at me with concerened brown eyes.

"Hermione, what are you doing here, I thought you were coming back tommorow", she asked. She was still in her crisp white uniform. Her hair was pulled up into a sleek ponytail.

"I came home early", I replied. My voice was hoarse and weaker than earlier. I looked outside and I realized it was night already.

"Why? You never come home from the Weasley's sooner than you have to", mom said.

"It's a long story", I said feeling the tears already start to prickle my eyelids.

"Hermione, dear you look terrible just tell me what happened".

I told her everything that had happened, even the shagging (but I didn't go into detail). The tears started to fall once I finally got to the end.

"You two broke up", mom asked, "Is it serious?"

I hesitated. Was I serious? Did I really mean what I said? Yes. Absolutely. It may seem childish and arrogant but I refuse to be the one to make amends for something that hurt me.
I nodded.

"Yeah. It wasn't my fault", I replied. She sighed.

"Hermione, you can't make him want to marry you", she replied.

"Mom, it's not even about that! The whole point was to get him t-to love me as much as I love him", I said.

"Now Hermione, Ron has made it clear that he's head over hills in love with you-"

"No! No he hasn't! Sure he's told me, but I want him to prove it. To prove that we're more than just another cheesy romantic couple. But it feels like that's all he wants. The basics and nothing more. We don't live together, we don't see each other everyday. And I don't want to make him do anything. I just needed him to love me back and prove it", I said.

We stayed silent for about a minute until I began to sob severely. To the point I could hardly breathe correctly.

"Hermione, you've got to understand that Ron may have his reasons. And you should just know that he lov-"

"No mom. I don't know. You never had to question whether or not dad loves you. You just knew."

"Hermione we've been over this, he loves you and you know that. I know you do."

"When we first started dating I knew he did. I was positive of it. Because there was this- this feeling. It was so odd and unique. And it was just for us and no one else. It was our love. Something of our very own. But lately I feel like that spark got lost somewhere along the way. And something in me was determined to reignite it. But he wasn't", I say to her.

"Mum, why? Why doesn't he want to start his life with me? Is it me? Am I not good enough? I know I'm not beautiful. He calls me bossy all the time. What's wrong with me?", I cried. My sobs grew increasingly violent. She held me in her arms as if I was a little girl again.

"Hermione, don't you ever say that. There is nothing wrong with you. You are a beautiful woman and any man would be lucky to have you. You're smart and clever and intelligent. You've got an outstanding personality. Your perfect in my eyes", mum said. I felt her tears fall down on my head. I never meant to make her cry too. I just felt like getting it all out. I hugged her and she stroked my curls.

"Hermione you've just got to give him time. He'll come around", she said quietly.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, causing mum to jump.

"I'll get it. You might want to clean yourself up for dinner. Your dad's making past", mom said wiping the tears away from her eyes.

I nodded and we both got up and departed to the front door and I went into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. My eyes were rimmed red and my ponytail was messy and my face was tear stained. I turned on the water and splashed handfuls on to my face then dried it with my towel and closed my eyes for a moment.

"Hermione!", mom yelled. I opened my eyes and went downstairs.

My mom was standing at the door with her hand on her hip.

"Hermione, it's for you", she said. She pulled the door back further to reveal a disheveled looking Ron.

My mom backed up from the door and smirked at me and then winked.

"Hey", Ron said from the door. I didn't respond. I was still a little surprised. "Can we talk?"

I still didn't respond. I wasn't really in the talking mood. My head was hurting and the damp coolness of the summer night made me feel squirmish. But I walked outside and saw my mom smile at me again before I shut the door.

It was just me and him. It felt like I hadn't seen him in years. I didn't know what to say and I'm not sure he did either, which left us in an awkward silence for about five minutes.

"Hermione, please say something", Ron said. I scoffed.

"I don't have anything to say to you", I lied. I had plenty to say but none of it was polite, and I figured being mean would only worsen things.

I sat down on my front porch step and he sat down beside me. I didn't look at him, I kept my eyes focused on the road and the coccasional car passing by.

"Hermione, don't be like that", he said, "I have my reasons for what I said."

"Look, Ron, I don't need you to give me the reasons why you don't want me", I replied to him. He sighed.

"Hermione, you know I want you, it's just that I don't want to marry y-"

"Ron, I don't care. I told you it's over", I said. I didn't feel like crying anymore than I already did. And with Ron being around that's all I felt I could do.

"Would you just listen to me!", Ron shouted, "Stop saying we're over. We're not over- right?"

"No Ron. I'm serious. We're through", I said.

"Hermione, you can't be upset just because I don't want to marry you right now. You can't get everything you want", he explained.

"I'm sick of everyone saying that. It's not about that, Ron. It's about us in general. If you don't want to marry me fine. I just wanted us to be closer. I wanted us to become something more. I only see you three days a week. And that's after your done with training or after your done with helping George out with Angelina. And sometimes I don't even get to see you for those three days because you're too tired or you have something else to do", I said. He scoffed.

"Hermione, we were getting stronger. You can't be mad at me for having other things to do", Ron said.

"Ron you're not getting what I'm saying! I just wanted you to be around more often. You know I thought you were cheating on me once with Verity? I was getting so self conscience and insecure. And by the middle of this vacation I realized that I didn't have to be that. But I did think I needed to be positive that I never had to feel that way again. And I always thought marriage was the answer. But being with you isn't healthy for me period", I said.

"Hermione, you've got to be the most mental woman I've ever met. You can't blame me for being busy", Ron said, "And you can't blame me for not wanting to marry you right now."

"Why though?", I asked without thinking, "Why can't I?"

"Because we're not ready for it. I want to actually enjoy my youth before I commit to you", he said. I scoffed.

"So enjoying yourself wouldn't include being with me?", I asked.

"That's not what I meant-", Ron began but I stopped him.

"It's okay Ron. We're not together anymore anyway right?", I asked him.

"Hermione, stop saying that! You know I love you! Why isn't that enough?", Ron asked.

"Because I don't believe you", I replied without thinking. I didn't mean it- right? A part of me felt guilty for thinking it and another part of me was positive that that was what the problem was all along.

"What?", Ron asked, "Of course I love you! We tell each other all the time that we love each other."

"Look, Ron- I'm tired, you're probably tired- let's just- let's just take a break for a while okay?", I asked him. He scoffed at me.

"Hermione, you are the most- ridiculous person I've ever met. You want to take a break just because things aren't going your way? See, this is why I don't want to marry you!", Ron spat at me, "I don't want to spend my life with someone who is as paranoid and bratty as you are! There's no trust! You're being infantile all of a sudden- Hermione you've got to be kidding me!"

"None of those were logical reasons Ron", I said on the verge of tears.

"Hermione has it ever struck you that marriage isn't what I wanted? Why can't we just compromise?", Ron asked trying to be calm.

"Compromise? I've been compromising throughout this ENTIRE relationship! I've always got to be the one to make the first move, to shed the tears, I've got to be the one who waits until I'm bloody sixty years old to get married or move in together, and you want to tell me what you want? Yet nothing that I want seems to be taken under consideration. Ron, I want a family. I want to be with you. But I can't wait for you anymore. It's not fair to me", I replied.

"You know what Hermione, fine. I don't know why I even tried to get things straight between us. I'm not even sure how this is fair to me. All I wanted to do was enjoy at least a couple of years without having to fight in a bloody war. But since the whol world seems to revolve around you, fine. Hermione, will you marry me?", Ron asked agitadely. I scoffed at him, and felt the next set of tears begin to flow softly down my face.

"You know what Ron? Thank you, Ron. That was the proposal I've been waiting for all my life. Especially from you", I said with a shaky voice. I turned to him.

It was the first time I'd actually seen him since the incident earlier. His red hair looked a little disheveled, his warm blue eyes were now icy daggers looking down at me angrily, and his tall body towered over mine even though we were still sitting down.

"Is it a yes or a no?", he asked frustratedly. I chuckled a little and looked him right in the eyes.

"I hate you so much right now, Ron. As a matter of fact, don't talk to me, don't write to me, and don't you dare come back here until you're ready to say how you really feel. And tell me what you really want. Goodnight, Ronald", I said to him. And I stood up and walked inside of my house, raced upstairs and cried until it almost began to hurt.

Alright, sorry it took so long to update. However, believe it or not I've been writing this chapter for hours since I posted Chapter 9- so yeah Lots of work has been put into this, and I hope you enjoyed. :)
And just so you know this is NOT the end for R/Hr. As a matter of fact it is only the beginning. ;) *creepy, suspicious laugh*

For those of you who are saying Hermione is being too pushy, I understand what your saying. HOWEVER, I do not agree (please don't be mad) :(. Honestly guys, put yourself in Hermione's shoes: you've been with this person for three years and you've known him for ten- yet he still doesn't want to marry you/ move in with you/ start a family with you or anything closely related to this subject.
I used to think that the girl shouldn't push the guy until he's ready. BUT, my friend Hailey (Hey bestie!) was in a situation similar to the one Hermione's in now (which is what inspired me to write this one) and I know it hurt her really badly. So yeah guys, just try and cope with the storyline.

P.S: REVIEW PLEASE!

Sincerely,

Jay.