Oh my goodness, thankyou you guys for the reviews. I have a particular shout out to: Andrea Weasley. I know this is my second shoutout to you, but it's only because you've been reading my stories since day one, and I just want you to know how much I appreciate your loyalty.

And for those of you who have been keeping up, thankyou as well. So far no flames! And just so you know, the main reason I rushed r/hr is because Hermione is trying to better herself which includes Ron. Anyway- Enjoy!

What did I just do? After years of pain he put me through, I still managed to continue loving him. I still allowed him to have me in all the 'right' ways. So what does that make me? I mean, I did promise myself to take it slow with him. And we've practically just started dating again. I sat up on the kitchen floor and hugged my knees to cover myself up as best as I could without clothing.

If only our love wasn't so complicated. If only he weren't so complicated, I wouldn't have to reconsider our love. But then again it wouldn't be our love if it wasn't complicated. But going through another heartbreak won't be healthy for me. Going through another three months of crying, being intoxicated all the tiime, isn't what I want.

What is it that I want? Happiness. And the confusing part about that is that I can't be completely happy if Ron isn't in the picture. Is it really so much to ask to have the man you've always and will always love in your life without having to be insecure or without having to worry. I want to go back to work, I want to reconnect with my parents (I couldn't while Iwas with Nicholas), I want this case to be over, but mostly I want to be positive that Ron loves me as much as I love him.

I deserve love that's secure, equivalent to mine, and immortal. And I just don't know if I'm getting that from Ron. I shook his shoulder to wake him up.

He only groaned as a reply. I shook his shouler more fiercely this time. He only groaned louder.

"RON!", I yelled.

"What?", he yelled back.

"Get up! We need to talk", I said calmly.

He finally sat up. Looking a little pissed off. But I didn't care. The questions I had for him were impatient.

"About what?", he asked. Now here's the part I never thought about. How do you ask someone how much they love you without sounding corny and creepy?

"Prove it", I said before I could really stop myself.

"Prove what 'Mione", he asked. His voice was still heavy with anger.

"Prove to me that you love me, as much as I love you", I said.

"I think I just did a couple of hours ago", Ron said with a small grin on his face.

"No, Ron. Prove to me that you love me with your love me, without being- physical", I said.

"Hermione, this is ridiculous", Ron said.

"No it's not Ronald, I'd just like for you to tell me how much you love me", I said.

"Fine Hermione", Ron said with a sigh. He stood up and started to put his clothes back on. Then he walked up to me and knelt down so that we were face to face.

"I love you", Ron said lousily.

That's when the tears threatened to come out. I looked down at my feet so I wouldn't have to look at his face.

"That's all I needed to hear. Those three words, meant the world to me. Especially coming from you. Because I love you more than anything in the entire world. If there was one person that I could give the world to, it would've been you. I want you to be the father of my children. I want us to grow old together. I just want to be there for you", I said.

Ron only stood there for a second, "Thank you", he said with a puzzled face expression.

"No, Ron. That's what I wanted you to say to me. I wanted you to tell me something more than I love you. You could say that to a bloody bag of Chocolate Frogs. You could say I love pie. All I ever wanted from you was for you to say that I meant more than anything to you. Because that's how I feel about you", I screamed. My voice was choked and hoarse. My head was spinning and all I wanted was a glass of wine to calm me down.

"It must be around your time of the month. Just go lie down or something", Ron said. I stood up and put on all my clothes and walked right up to him and looked him in the eyes.

"No Ronald. It isn't around my time of the month. I was simply trying to get you to prove that you love me. Because you've let me go twice. And I wanted to be sure that it won't happen again. Because if it does I want nothing to do with you anymore. I'm not asking you to propose to me, I just want want you to love me as much as I love you. Because lately I'm not so sure", I said quietly.

"Hermione, I do love you. I love you more than anything. I love everything about you. And I'm just trying to make sure I don't overstep my boundaries because I know I screwed up twice. I was just trying to make sure I didn't screw up again. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you", Ron said.

I pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. We held hands and our heads were pressed together.

"I really think we need to try and tone things down a bit", I whispered.

He didn't reply. I let go of his hands and backed away.

"Why?", he finally replied.

"Because I need to feel secure in this relationship, and the only way is to take things slowly. Everything is going a little too fast for me", I said.

He groaned.

"Look, we've been through way too much. We've known each other for eleven bloody years! We're wasting time! what's the point in waiting? I told you, I love you. I want you i my life. And you say we need to keep it slow?", Ron yelled.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. Besides, if anyone's been wasting time it's you! I never told you to break up with me twice. When you said you needed time I gave you time- didn't I? And now that I want to slow things down, it's wrong?", I yelled back. He remained silent for a few moments.

"Fine. Take all the bloody time you need", Ron said. He dug through his pockets and took out 3 galleons, "This should be enough for a room at the Leaky Cauldron, food, and a gift for Harry and Ginny's wedding. You should probably look back into getting a job while we take it slow", Ron said.

"What?", I asked. Surley he wasn't being this childish?

"I don't think we should live with each other anymore since we're taking it slow", Ron said. No. I was wrong, he was being childish, "You're allowed to be on your own since Nicholas is in Azkaban temporarily."

I opened my mouth to say something. But the only thing coming out of me was slow tears down my cheeks.

"You're misinterpreting this-", I began but he held up his hand to stop me.

"No. If you need your space- you need your space", Ron said. I stormed out of the kitchen and into my room and collected all of my clothes and hastily shoved them into a bag. When I walked back into the kitchen Ron was still standing in the same spot looking down at his feet.

"You know what Ron? I can only take to much. You can't blame me for wanting to take things slow", I said. I wanted to sound a lot stronger than I felt. But no. I sounded exactly how I felf- broken.

I looked at him. His expression was blank. And he ner replied.

"You know, no one has hurt me more than you have. Other than Nicholas and myself", I said. Then I apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.

"We're closing in thirty minutes", said a familiar voice.

"I'm only here for a room", I said quietly. I walked closer to the bar and realized it was Hannah Abbot.

"Hermione Granger? Is that you?", Hannah asked. I only nodded. I probaly looked terrible, and my voice was still hoarse.

"It's nice to see you again", Hannah said.

"Likewise", I said.

"Well we have three rooms available, but I'll get you the high quality one, after all you helped save the world", Hannah said.

"I only have three galleons, and I need it to last me a while", I said.

"Well I'll charge you it for the regular price. How long are you planning to stay?", Hannah asked. I opened my mouth to reply until I realized I didn't know exactly how long I'd be staying. Harry and Ginny's wedding is in two weeks, the trial is in a couple of days, and I need to get my job back- and I probably need time to search for a flat. So it should take at least-

"Four weeks", I said. Hannah looked up at me, her face full of confusion. I could tell she was restrainng very hard to ask why I would have to stay at the Leakky Cauldron. Luckily she was too nice for that.

She walked behind the bar and grabbed a large key and handed it to me.

"Six doors down from the stairway", Hannah said.

"Thankyou Hannah", I said. I handed her one galleon. She only smiled and nodded, but she still looked confused.

I nodded and went downstairs and six doors down from the stairway and entered the rochocom. It was a very simple room. It had striped purple and white sheets on the bed, a white wardrobe, and a small barhroom beside the bed. I lied down on it and cried.

Now where do I stand? I can't figure out whether he and I are over or not.

'Oh, get it together Hermione! The man kicked you out of his house. Can't you get a clue? This is the third time he's called it quits with you. You're pathetic', said a small voice in my head.

I lied on the bed and cried the rest of the night. Thinking about how things would've been if I hadn't been so demanding. Eventually I realized there was a complimentary basket filled with one muggle wine bottle (I;m guessing this had was Hannah's doing considering she's a half blood), a pack of chocolate frogs, and purple and white roses, and two wineglasses. I slipped into into a black night gown and poured myself a glass of wine. I sat on the edge of the bed and held the glass in my hand and placed it to my lips.

Am I really about to start drinking again? Because of a petty arguement? I'm so much better than that.

I put the glass of wine on my bedside table and went to sleep.

SOOO, sorry that it took me this long to update you guys. Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed. The reason I kinda started this arguement thingy- RIGHT after having them be- intimate is that I figured I'd went a little to fast. And it's part of my plan. I'll update as soon as I get at least 25 reviews! And I promise I'll update immediatly.

Hope you enjoyed!

Sincerely,

Jay