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Hermione sat on her bed in the small, three-room house. There was a living room, a kitchen, and the second floor was an open area where they hadn't decided to put anything. There was a knock on the door and she looked up as Ron opened it up slowly with his hand blocking his eyes.

"What are you doing?" She asked him.

"Just in case you're naked." He said.

Hermione laughed. "I'm fully clothed Ronald."

"Okay." He said, taking his hands off of his eyes. He looked at her and smiled before walking over and sitting on the end of her bed.

"Whatchya doing?" He asked.

"Looking for a job." She said, staring at the daily prophet help wanted section. "There's nothing good for temporary use, only long-term things that suck. I want a good, steady job. There's not much I can get without have taken my NEWTs." She muttered.

"It's alright, Hermione." Ron said. "Do you want to work at the shop?"

" I need something that will work my mind, not melt it." Hermione muttered.

"Sorry, it was just a suggestion." Ron said.

"I know, and I'm sorry." Hermione said, sighing loudly. She rubbed her face with her hands, stressed out and Ron put a hand on hers and held it.

"Hermione, why do you want to work so bad? Can't you just take some time?"

"No, Ron! I can't just take some time. I'm not on fucking maternity leave!"

"Fine, Hermione! Stress yourself out," He stood up and started waving his hands in the air. "If you die because you're so stressed out, it's not my damn fault! I'm trying to help and you just won't let me!" He shouted.

"I wouldn't kill myself with stress!" Hermione shouted, standing up and facing him, crossing her arms.

"Really? Because it seems like you're doing that!" He said. "When was the last time you had an actual meal? Sure you cook, but you never eat it!"

"Shut up, Ronald, alright?" Hermione said.

"No, Hermione. You are going to eat dinner with Harry and I and that's that!"

"No, it's not." Hermione said. "Why did I ever agree to live with you! You're a damn bastard! Why didn't I just run to Ginny and Luna's step!"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO DAMN INDEPENDENT! IF HARRY HAD ASKED YOU, INSISTED YOU WOULD'VE SAID NO!" Ron said. "I'm the only one who'll you'll agree to, Hermione. We all know that!"

"Shut up, Ronald!" Hermione said. "You are not the only person I'll give into."

"Wanna bet?" Ron asked. "If I kick you out of this house, where would you go? You wouldn't have anyone because you're SO DAMN STUBBORN!" He shouted, infuriated.

"You wouldn't." She said quietly, close to tears. He waved his wand and all her things, which weren't much, and they got into a box. Hermione stared at him as he picked up the box and walked out of the room.

"What are you doing?" She asked, following him through the living room, where Harry looked up at them oddly and Ron opened the front door and threw his things out of the house. "WHA THE HELL, RONALD!" She screamed. "Those are my things! You have no business packing them up and throwing them out of the house!"

Harry got up and walked over to them. "What's going on here?"

Ron and Hermione started screaming at the top of their lungs.

"He's a bastard!"

"She's a bitch!"

"He gathered my stuff-"

"Too independent-"

"Jerk!"

"Bitch!"

"Asshole!"

"Wannabe!"

"What the hell?" Hermione screamed, turning to him and staring at him.

"Ron, why did you pack up her things?"

"Because…. She… uh… is too independent and needs to learn to reach out and no have people come to her for the important things." Ron said, not convincing either of them.

"Are you serious, Ron?" Harry asked.

Ron nodded. Harry sighed and looked at the ground, his wand in his hands.

"Well…" Harry said. "I invited Ginny to come over yesterday. She should be here in about a half hour, so settle this by then." He said before walking away.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at harry's retreating back and stared at Ron.

"Why would you do this?" Hermione asked..

"Because you can't be so independent!"

"I was raised to be independent, Ron!" Hermione said. "All of my childhood I was doing things myself. I was the leader who everyone followed and wanted to be!"

Ron snorted. Hermione glared at him and kicked his shins.

"What was that for?"

"What was that for?" She mimicked. Ron stared at her and she opened up the door before leaving. She grabbed her box and Ron came out of the house and put a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and before she could think he glued his lips to hers. She kissed him and put her arms around his neck and he put his arms around her waist and up her shirt. He opened the door and pushed her against the wall inside, kissing her neck. She moaned, loving the feeling and he took her tank top off and she put her lips back to his as soon as she could. She let her hands travel to his shirt and unbuttoned it in a hurry. She completed and he slipped it off his shoulders and out of his arms. She pushed herself against him and kissed his neck.

"What are you two doing?" Harry asked. Hermione ignored him and continued to kiss Ron.

"Get a room or something." Harry said before leaving. Hermione giggled and looked ron into the eyes. She kissed his lips quickly put aggressively and then looked him back in the eyes. He smiled at her.

"I love you in my arms." He said.

"I love being in your arms." She replied with a smile. He led her into his room and she smiled as he sat down on the bed and she sat besides him.

A/N: Wrote this yesterdayy. I swear. Didn't feel like editing it today, sorry.