A/N: EVIL HARRY EVIL HARRY!!! Ok well, that's out of my system now, so I'll shut up. Most of you quit reading this because I made Harry so dog-gone evil, but please don't let that make your heart cold! Read with an open mind! *disclaimer and all that jazz* enjoy the show (story, whatever!)

Between Truths and Lies

Ron tried to fall asleep on the floor under the flimsy blanket, but angry thoughts clouded his mind.

That bitch! And on the night I proposed to her! Ron thought angrily. And Harry, kissing her on the night I proposed! What is wrong with today's society, when I can't leave my best friend with my new fiancee` for two seconds? Ron rolled over angrily to face the pillows and large piece of refrigerator-box cardboard that served as a dinner table for them. A pain struck Ron's heart. He remembered the heart-felt conversations and kisses they'd shared at that simple table. The laughing and everything. Ron sighed, then mentally kicked himself. She was the one at fault. Her and Harry. He should kick her out right now, except they paid the rent together. Neither could afford to live here on their own. Ron threw the blanket over his head.

Hermione punched her pillow, imagining Harry's face on it. That no good, lying, dirty ass-hole! And to think I considered him my friend! She threw the pillow across the room and sat there, fighting tears.

She just couldn't believe that Ron didn't believe her. Did it look like she was kissing him back? She distinctly called back on the situation.

Harry told her she had pretty eyes. She had scootched down but moved in for the kill. Asked if he told her he loved her, she said no, then HELLO! His mouth was on hers. Hermione remembered her eyes getting really big, and the first reaction being to pull away. Then his hand was on her face, holding her there. She had reached up a hand to slap him, he held it down. It was actually a good thing Ron had walked in or things could have gotten much worse.

Could I have been raped?

It was hard to believe, but yes, that's what Harry's intentions had seemed to be. If Ron hadn't come in at just that second, things could have been a lot worse and a lot more awkward.

Why didn't they see this before? How did Harry get to be so, so, evil?

No parents would add fuel to the fire, Hermione reasoned to herself. She was falling back on her self-defense mechinism of analyzing situations and slowly disecting them into pieces and rearranging them, like a Picasso painting.

He never really had any moral guiding, except for Ron. But they were such good friends? What happened? She considered for a moment, but the obvious caught her. His ego, that's what happened. Heroism happened. She remembered now, how girls had clamored for him in the sixth and seventh years, wanting a piece of Potter fame. Had he been any younger he would have refused, but he was power hungry. He didn't refuse. She remembered how he had had a different girlfriend almost every week, throwing them away like used tissues.

She shook her head in pity. He was a poor, depressed orphan boy who was looking for some kind of way to make him feel better. She only prayed it wouldn't end in domestic abuse or something horrible like that.

Harry lay with his arms crooked behind him like a pillow on his bed, smiling. He had gotten what he wanted, minus the bloody nose. As long as that little seed was planted, everything would be off, and she'd be 'on the market' once more. "All going according to plan." he whispered to the night. "Soon enough she'll be mine." He pulled the toilet paper chuck from his nose and replaced it with a fresh piece to stop the bleeding.

They woke up at almost the same time, Hermione before Ron. She had pulled down a glass and some milk and shaken some cereal loudly into a bowl. She had no intention of being any gentler in the presence of her fiancee. Scratch that, ex-fiancee.

Ron started at the sound of the hard cereal hitting the glass bowl. He groaned while massaging the bridge of his nose. "You're up early." he said simply, not meaning it in any other way than what was to be taken.

"Hmm." was her simple reply.

"Sleep well?" he asked. At least I'm trying to be civil.

"Like a baby." she said confidently. "And you?"

"As well as you can sleep on a hard-wood floor."

"That was your desicion, not mine."

"You're right."

She slammed the box of cereal on the counter. "What do you want, Ron?"

"I want nothing. Nothing but the old Hermione."

"I am the old Hermione. I don't know about the new Ron though, who doesn't even trust his fiancee."

Ron sprung to his feet. "What am I supposed to believe when I catch you and my best friend having a make-out session on our bed?"

"How many times do I have to tell you? He forced me! He grabbed my face and held me there!" she screeched.

"Yeah, sure he did. You know, if you didn't want to marry me, all you had to do was say 'no'. You didn't have to play me like that, make me think you actually wanted to marry me."

"I wanted to marry you Ron! You think I didn't want to? Now I'm not sure, when you're trusting your perverted friend and not me."

"Leave Harry out of this! This is between you and me, Hermione. Don't go blaming others."

"He's the core of the entire problem! He's the one that was kissing me! I've only said that ten times now!"

"That's it." Ron walked away from the counter where he'd found himself yelling in Hermione's face. "I'm leaving. You do what you want. Go make out with Harry again, whatever. I can't stand this."

Hermione's face was red with anger. "Fine! Run from it Ron, just like you always have!"

Ron stopped in mid step and turned around. "I cannot believe you. You are a cainiving bitch, you know that?" And without another word stepped out of the room, slamming the door.

"Asshole!" Hermione yelled to the walls.

Harry was watching a muggle T.V. show, something called Dawson's Creek when his door was thrown open. He looked over his feet and saw the red hair, then leapt to his feet, not wanting to go down without a fight.

"Look Ron, if you want to kill me, we may as well do this in Wizard's duel." Harry said rushedly, reaching for his wand.

"I don't want to kill you. I just want to know the truth. What is going on between you and Hermione?" Ron asked, the hatred seeping through his voice.

Harry tried not to sigh in relief. This is the easy part. "Look, I've loved Hermione since the first year. My entire school life I was trying to ask her out, but no. I gave her to you. I could have had her all those years, but I let you have her. But now I find out she loves me back, as you apparently saw." God is he gullible!

Ron stared at Harry with a cold, piercing gaze. "That's not what she said. She said you kissed her and when she tried to pull away, you held her face and her hands."

Harry frowned with false concern. "Why would she say something like that."

Ron sighed. "I don't know. I don't know anything any more. I don't you know, I don't know Hermione. God, I'm so screwed up!"

"Hey, it's ok." Harry said moving over. Buddy buddy time again. "I don't know what's up with her either. But I didn't force her. She was the one that kissed me, and then I guess I kissed her back. It's what I'd always wanted I guess." That was half planned, half lie.

Ron nodded to the ground, running his hands through his hair. "I'm going to have to have Mum clean out my room. I'm going to be moving in again. I can't live with her any more."

Harry blinked sympatheticlly. "You can always stay with me if you want."

Ron shook his head and looked up. "I couldn't do that. I-I've got to go figure this out on my own." He stood up and picked up his coat. "Thanks Harry. I'm sorry for thinking you were the lying one." then walked out.

I'll move in as soon as he's out, Harry thought triumphantly. With Ron finally gone, no one will be there to stop me. This is going to be a beautiful day.

Hermione grabbed a small pouch from the cabinet above the sink, and then started a fire in the fireplace, throwing the purplish powder into it. Suddenly, Ginny Weasley's face appeared in it. "Oh hello, Hermione! What's up?" she paused for a second, looking at Hermione's face. "Uh oh. What's up?" She asked again, only this time in a more serious tone.

Hermione sighed and pulled up a chair. "Ready for a really long story?"

"Go right ahead. I don't have to go to work at WWW for another hour or two." Ginny now worked at Fred and George's Weasley Wizard Weezes store in Hogsmeade.

"Good. Well, it all started at the engagement party. Well, it was more after it but-"

"Come on!" Ginny said impatiently.

"Ok, ok. Well, it was after the engagement part, and I was getting dressed for bed, when I hear Harry's voice at the door. He was going to walk in I guess, but then turned. I quick finished dressing and-

"Get a move on!"

"I'm getting there! Anyway, I finished dressing and was about to read my Daily Prophet when Harry sits down next to me and tells me that I looked beautiful that night. I thank him and scoot down away from him, but he just scoots closer!"

Ginny frowned. "Go on."

"Well, then he said I was beautiful, and I thanked him again and moved further away but he just kept getting closer. Then he said he loved me, and suddenly he kissed me!"

Ginny gasped. "No way!"

"You better believe it! I tried to get away, but he put his hand on my face so I couldn't move and another hand on my arms to stop me from slapping or pushing him away."

"But-but Harry would never do anything like that!"

"That's what I thought! Then Ron appears at the door and we're still kissing and-"

"Uh oh."

"Uh oh is right. Then Harry blames it on me, saying I wanted it. Ron socks Harry right in the kisser, and he still thinks me and Harry are, well, an item."

Ginny shook the only part of her that was visible; her head. "That's awful! What are you going to do?"

"That's just it! I can't do anything, because no matter what I say Ron won't believe me!"

"That's horrible!"

"I know! I don't know what I'm going to do."

"Oh Hermione! Hold on one second." Ginny said. She turned her head around, then came back, her eyes wide. "He's moving in with us! He's just coming back to get his stuff, and then he's gone."

"Serves him right." Hermione said bitterly.

"Now now, you'll come around, you guys always do."

"OK, well, thanks for listening Ginny."

"Any time, Mione." and with that the little head with the firey red hair disappeared. Hermione felt a bit better now that she'd told someone, but worse that she knew he was moving out.

"Why should I feel bad?" she asked. It was a habit she'd developed, talking to herself. "I did nothing wrong. I am the victim here."

The door opened and Ron stepped in. Instantly, the air got colder. "I was just coming to get my things. I'm moving back in with Mum and Dad."

Hermione merely nodded. Ron went into the bedroom, threw his things into a couple boxes and then came out again. "I guess this is good bye, then."

"I guess so." Hermione replied coldly.

"Goodbye then, Hermione."

"Goodbye, Ron."

And with that, Ron turned around and left, the door clicking instead of slamming behind him.