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a/n: Hola! Como estas? I was hopping to see more reviews by now, but well, we can't always get what we want! Sorry this chapter is really short, but I sort of ran out of words to say. As always. I feel an attack of writers block coming on. Anyways, if you want me to be more original with the songs, then I need your help! Hummm, I think I'll do MmmBop, next time. Just kidding. I wouldn't subject you to that horror. And I'm even a Hanson fan. But please? I'll love you for ever and be your best friend. Thanks a million! -instantkarma

Chapter V- Just Like A Pill

"I haven't moved from the spot where you left me/it must have been a bad trip/all of the other pills/they were different/maybe I should get some help/I can't stay on your life support/there's a shortage in the switch/I can't stay on your morphine/it's making me itch/I keep trying to call the nurse again/but she's being a little bitch/I think I'll get out of here…"

Just Like a Pill, Pink

Hermione stayed on the swing, long after Ron had apperated back to the Burrow, where he was staying until he decided if he wanted to go back to America to finish University there, or to enroll here. Her thoughts wandered all around and through the topic of Ron.

"Why does he think he can kiss me and make it all better? It just makes it worse, because when he kisses me, my mind melts and my legs turn into jell-o. And then he leaves, and the problem come back full force, driving me mad. God, he's just like a pill. When he's around, it's only a temporary fix, and when he's gone, it's even worse than when he's here! Why does my life have to be so complicated?" Hermione thought, rocking the swing slowly back and forth. She faintly heard the back door open and close again. A weight sat down next to her on the swing.

"What did Ron have to say?" Harry asked, looking at her, worried.

"Well, you know he promised to stay faithful to our relationship while he was over there, but I can't shake this feeling that he is lying when he tells me he kept his promise."

"I don't know what to tell you. The only way to know for sure is to go into his memory, and I don't think Ron has a pensive that he draws his thoughts into.

"I know I should trust him, Harry, but I just can't bring myself to do it. And I don't know why. Maybe it's the way his hair stick up in all the right places now, or the way the light glints off his eyebrow ring."

"Hermione, Ron's the same Ron that he was when he left here. He just happen to put a spell on his hair, an extra hole in his body, and ink permanently embedded into his arm. I know Ron wouldn't break this big of a promise to you. He's the most trustworthy person I know. And you're his world, Mione. If you were lined up with all of the Miss Universe pageant girls, and Ron was told to say which one did he like the most, he would pick you. If he didn't then he's the biggest prat in the entire world. You deserve someone who will appreciate you."

"Like me!" Harry thought.

"I know. I just need space. He expects just to come waltzing back into my life after being away six months and just pick up where we left off. I don't think so Ronald Weasley!" Hermione said, jumping up, shaking a fist at Ron's invisible figure.

"Mione, you have a big decision. Stay with Ron, or fly solo for a while. And no one can make it for you. I wish I could help, but I'm not you. If I gave you the wrong advice, and then you made a bad hasty decision, then I'd never be able to forgive myself." Harry said, taking her hand.

"I know, Harry. I just need sometime to brew over it. I just think Ron and mines lives are going in two different directions right now. I mean he's 19, and is acting like a rebelling 16 year old."

"He didn't get a chance to rebel when he was 16. Remember the whole Voldemort thing? Yeah, that was what happened when we were 16. We were quite busy." Harry replied.

Hermione sighed, lost in her own thoughts, while Harry's mind raced with options.

"If I kiss her now, what would happen if she and Ron patch things up? What if me kissing her would be the deciding point of their split? What if they don't break up, and she finds another man, and I loose my chance again? And why am I having these thoughts about Hermione? She's one of my best friends. I can't think of her as an romantic figure! Or can I? Oh Merlin. Why does my life have to be so complicated?" Harry sighed as well.

"What have you to sigh about?" She asked jokingly.

"More than you will never know." He said truthfully.

"Well why don't you start now, and then we'll see how long it actually takes?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because it involves people that you and I care about deeply."

"Oh, Harry. Why are you always like a locked dairy? Why don't you ever wear your heart on your sleeve?"

"Because I have to much baggage to even begin to hanging it off my arms for others to deal with."

"Baggage is a lot less heavier when you bear the load yourself, Harry James Potter. Just remember that when you feel like closing your emotions up in that bottle inside your head." Hermione said, looking strait into eyes, and then got up from the place where she had been sitting since Ron made his departure.

"Do you really want to know what's going on inside my head right now?"

"Yeah, I do Potter. I would really like to know." She said, he back to him. He walked slowly up behind her, and spun her around.

"This is what I have been thinking about since we graduated." He said, his nose nearly brushing hers. His lips pressed against hers softly, romantically, gently. She went ridged with surprise. Her wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. Hermione loosened up, and placed her hand on the back of his neck, playing with his hair. After long last he pulled away, her body still close.

"I'm sorry" Harry whispered, and looked away.

Hermione was surprised. "Sorry, for what?"

"For kissing you, for acting on an irrational feeling, for making your situation with Ron worse than it was before.

"You made up my mind Harry. I can't stay on Ron's morphine. It makes me feel like a helpless little girl. When you kiss me Harry, you make me feel, free. Free from Ron's medication, free from all my worries, free from…the world." She said, not pulling away.

"I don't want to hurt Ron…"

"Ron can go screw an American girl. I want to be with you, Harry." She said, and kissed him once more.