A/N: Boo hoo hoo!! Ron and Hermione are offically split up, whaaaaaaaaaaaaa! *sobs like a baby* Oh well, things end well, trust me, I am writing the stupid thing after all! ;) ok well, R/R, and don't sue me, I don't own none of these charactors. Enjoys!

An attack and a reunion

It had been two weeks since Ron had moved out, and neither him nor Hermione had spoken to each other once. Family and friends alike feared that this was the one that would end them all, while others said nothing would seperate those two, while Fred and George took bets on whether or not the wedding would go on.

Hermione absentmindedly arranged lilac and lilies in a vase while the muggle televison blared to give off some backround noise. The scent of the flowers perfumed the air and made Hermione remember her garden back at home, and how her mother had planted lots and lots of flowers, and how as a young girl she would run through the gardens, chasing after butterflies and laughing. She sighed. Oh how she longed for those carefree days, where she didn't have to worry about lying ex-friends, untrusting men.....

A knock at the door brought her back to earth. There, it happened again. She shut off the t.v. and unlocked the door. Harry stood outside. Her eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"

"Can I come in?" he asked as he sidled past Hermione.

"I asked what you wanted."

Harry looked around. "I like what you've done around here. It's got that nice, institutional look to it."

"I'm not going to ask you again."

Harry turned and looked at her as if he'd just noticed she was there. "What do I want? Well, let's travel back a little ways shall we?"

"Just how far?"

"To the night of the engagement. After the party, on your bed."

Hermione stiffened. "What about it?"

Harry moved closer to her. "It was one of the most wonderful nights of my life."

"Well, not mine." she said, backing away into the kitchenette.

"You have no idea how I feel about you Hermione. I love you. I always have." He cornered her in, pressing himself against her, his hand resting on the cabinet.

"Well, I'm sorry to say that I don't feel the same way." she retorted, ducking under his arm.

Harry slowly turned around. She was putting as much space between them as possible, but he crossed the floor quickly. "Yes you do." he said in a manipulating tone. "You kissed me back that night."

"Liar." she spat. "You held my face there you jackass. Don't go mixing this up."

He chuckled. "Still have the same fire, don't you Herm? Maybe you'll put that fire into this." he moved in and kissed her again, but she wasted no time. She pushed herself from him, making sure her back was to him, but he grabbed her arm. "It's ok, hon. You don't have to be scared." She whipped around and slapped him across the cheek and ran behind the small table she had finally got shipped in.

He was pulling off his shirt. "Come on, Hermione. It'll just be a quickie. I know you'll like it."

"Get away from me you pervert!" she screamed, throwing the chair on the side of the table it looked like she was going to run around, but went the other way, racing for the bedroom to grab her wand. She reached out a hand, but another knocked it away. Harry had gotten to it first. His pants were now gone to. All that remained were his boxers.

"Give it a go. It'll have been your first time, but not mine. I'll help you." He idly twirled the wand in his fingers. She screamed out and ran for the kitchen, searching the cabinets for it...dammit! Where was it?

He was on her again, but now she was pinned, he had his arms around her. She struggled, trying to break free. "Let me go you son of a bitch!" She screamed, wriggling around but still searching for it...YES! There it was!

She broke free, and ran for the fireplace, throwing some Magic McGee's Insta-Glo on the logs, making a roaring fire blaze up.

"A nice touch. Fires are very romantic." he had enclosed her again, but she was facing the fire. He was kissing her hard and wet, groping around. She tried to scream, but his mouth was on her. She spun around so his back was to the fire now, and gave him a good kick where men shouldn't be kicked. He yelled out loud and bend over, cringing. She threw some green powder into the fire, yelling "THE BURROW!" as she shoved him in.

Harry was still cringing as he raced past hundreds of other fireplaces until he was spat out in a living room he instantly recognized as the Weaseley's. He still laid in a fetal position on the floor, but let out a loud grunt as he hit it.

"All right mum, I'll do it! Just get off my-oh my!" Ginny was yelling behind her, but the last part was directed into the living room as she saw the almost naked Harry Potter laying before him, wimpering. "Ron get out here, quick!" she yelled, her eyes getting big.

"What now?" Ron demanded as he walked in, but his eyes took on the same expression as he found his friend crouching before the fireplace. Harry looked up and saw Ron, and stood up, smiling sheepishly.

"Hey Ron, Ginny. What's going on?"

"Harry, what the bloody hell are you doing in your boxers. Where did you come from?"

"Oh, no where in particular..." Harry said derisivly, trying to dismiss the subject.

Ron grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him back into the fireplace while yelling "Return!"

They wooshed back through the place looking and hundreds of different fireplaces, some brick, some steel until they were spit out in....Ron's old apartment. Ron blinked confusedly.

"What the...." when Hermione came from the bedroom.

"RON!" she yelled, rushing to him and throwing her arms around his neck, and sobbing into his chest. He was stunned for a moment, but instantly held her back, resting his head on top of hers.

"What on earth is going on here?" he asked, thoroughly puzzled. He looked her over. Her hair seemed to be in order, and she was fully dressed, and Harry did have any makeup on him....

"Well, I'll just be going then..." Harry said, turning away

Him!" she yelled, pulling away and pointing at Harry. "He, he tried to screw me!" she shouted loud enough for almost the entire apartment building to hear.

Ron looked at the man who had called himself his friend. "Is this true?" he demanded.

"She was on the market, Ron. You got rid of her, and she was free, she wasn't seein' anybody-"

"Get out!" Ron yelled.

"Can't I have my clothes?"

"GET OUT!" Ron and Hermione chorused together.

Harry took one last wistful look at Hermione. "I really did you know. Love you and all. I really did." and then walked out.

Hermione burst into sobs and Ron held her, shushing her and stroking her hair.

"And do you, Ronald Jonathan Weasley, take her to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"By the power invested in me, I pronounce you man and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Ron lifted Hermione's veil of delicate lace, and they kissed. The string quartet struck up and together the walked down the isle, out to the reception hall.

People slowly filled the area, walking or eating or dancing, but generally having a good time. Mrs. Weasley had burst into tears and was clinging to her husband, who looked thoroughly bewildered.

Hermione and Ron danced, cheek to cheek to a slow song. As she was looking out though, she saw someone move in the shadows. She lifted her face and looked. It was. The emerald green eyes gave him away. He stepped out of the darkness and looked at her, longing written in his eyes, and then walked out.

Hermione smiled.

A/N: *Wedding song* Awwww!! See, I told you things would be honky dory at the end! Can't believe you didn't trust me *sniff sniff* OH well, I hope you liked it, cause that's all she wrote! Until next time!!