Okay, this chapter wasn't actually going to be this way but then a reviewer named Felicia gave me the idea that Hermione wouldn't be there. So the idea that Ron has to find her is hers. Also, I realised that I hadn't really said that Voldemort was alive or dead, so I'm clearing it up in this chapter. Either way, the Death Eaters still live. Thanks for all your reviews and keep reviewing! I want to have at least 100, that's my goal, and so review and if you already have, review again! LOL I will read your fics too, and tell all your friends to read mine. One last thing, I said Aude Weasely reviews every chapter, but so does Shadows Flame (I think she- he?- was the first one!) Sorry I didn't thank you before baby! Cheers! Adrianna ~*~ Ron knocked on Hermione's door, the rose held out in front of him. He put on his best grin (Witch weekly winning), and waited for her to answer. And waited. And then he knocked again. And waited. Still, no answer. " 'Mione? It's me Ron. Please answer the door. I know you're really angry and I don't blame you, but I'm really sorry! I have something to show you, could you please just come to the door?" begged Ron, but not even an insult was thrown back at him. Maybe she's asleep, he thought. Quietly, he opened the door and peered in. There on the bed where Hermione SHOULD have been, was a note. Shit! thought Ron. Quickly, he grabbed the envelope and tore it open, reading its contents. Dear Ron, Maybe you were right. Maybe I should go back to Bulgaria to see Viktor, since I supposedly love him sooooooo much. At least he never blew up at me like you do. I can't believe the things you said, as if you would have any business in my past love life. Anyway, I'm leaving. Go to Bulgaria, maybe. I'm not really sure. Just somewhere. Hopefully somewhere, FAR AWAY FROM YOU! I'll be back in a week or so. Maybe you should stay with Ginny and Harry. Or make yourself at home but don't EVER criticize my choices again, Ronald Weasley! Hermione Far away? Bulgaria!? thought Ron. I can't let her do that! Bloody Hell! Think! Need to do something! Okay, she's probably taking a train because of the border problems and the ocean. So. I need to, um, go to the train station. Right. Okay, feet, go to the door. Quickly. Never mind. Body, go into panic mode now! Just go! And Ron did. He ran out the door and hailed a cab. He told the cab driver to go to Kings Cross and quickly. He was too worried to notice that the cab driver was Mr. Hart, and, had he asked, he would have found out that Hermione had gotten a drive from him only half an hour ago ( seems suspicious to me that Mr. Hart just HAPPENED to be near her flat). Ron's stomach felt oddly like it had when Hermione had been captured by Voldemort (yes, he said the name now) had also gone chasing after her, but Harry had been with him. It was then that they killed Voldemort, all three using the Killing Curse on him had the same time. It was proven later that the only reason it had worked was because Ron had used Voldemort's wand to kill him, and that his eternal-life spell hadn't prevented magic from his own wand. This had been an idea of Hermione's and had finally put the war against Voldemort to an end. But now wasn't the time to think about the defeat of Voldemort, now was the time to think about what he was going to say when he found her. The black clouds rolled over the London skies, and reminded him oddly of Hermione. Note to self, he thought. Never tell her this comparison. The storm would start for sure. And it looked to be a blizzard. Ron stared out the window the rest of the way, and checked his watch every 30 seconds. Finally, they reached the station and Ron sprinted in. He hurriedly found the platform with the sign saying "INTERNATIONAL" and sighed in relief. He jumped onto the nearest bench and scanned the crowds for Hermione. Then he saw her. She looked sadly at her watch and then down to the end of the tracks. Ron felt very weird at that moment, watching her without her knowing. He didn't think she'd ever forgive him. What have I got to do to make you love me? What have I got to do to make you care? What do I do when lightning strikes me? And I wake to find that you're not there What do I need to do to make you want me? What have I got to do to be heard? What do I say when it's all over? Sorry seems to be the hardest word It's sad, so sad It's a sad, sad situation And it's getting more and more absurd It's sad, so sad Why can't we talk it over Oh it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word What do I need to do to make you love me? What have I got to do to be heard? What do I do when lightning strikes me? What have I got to do? What have I got to do? When sorry seems to be the only word. Ron knew what he needed to do. He jumped from the bench and ran over to Hermione. At that moment the train pulled into the station and Hermione gathered her stuff to board. " Oy! Hermione!" Ron called at the last second. "Wait!" People were watching him as he sprinted towards her and stopped a few feet away from her. She looked at him and he looked at her. Then, she turned away and stepped onto the train. "Bloody Hell," he muttered. He then sprinted towards the door and almost crashed into an old lady. As he was making sure she was alright and apologizing, the doors closed and the train pulled away. Ron stared after it, then grabbed his hair and attempted to pull out chunks of it. But someone touched his elbow and made him stop. " I would go buy a ticket," the old man said. " Mr Hart! What am I going to do! I just got her back! She can't leave now!" (Sorry, I know the Mr. Hart thing is old, but I just can't help myself to have him show up at odd places. Heehee) " Well, there's a train coming along soon… In about half-an-hour. Go buy a ticket and-" " I know what I'll do!" Ron interrupted, "I'll Floo!" Mr. Hart looked confused. Unfortunately, he was obviously a Muggle. " Uh. Right, you do that son," he replied. Ron smiled at him and ran out of the station. Ron ran out into the freezing rain. It was really coming down now but Ron barely noticed. It was ten minutes later and he was soaked to the bone when he finally reached the Leaky Cauldron. He opened the door and walked in, collapsing at the bar. "Hello Tom. Could I just have a butterbeer, please?" " Ronald Weasley?! A pleasure! It's so great to have you back!" said Tom, shaking Ron's hand. " Uh, right. Thanks. The butterbeer,please? I'm in a hurry. And, Tom? Could I please use your fireplace? I need to Floo." " Yes, of course, Mr. Weasley! Anything at all!" Ron finally got a taste of Harry's fame, and he noticed how annoying it could actually be. Obviously the Daily Prophet had been covering the story. 'Hopefully it wasn't Rita Skeeter,' he thought. 'Otherwise she'll have some story that Harry's had me locked up to have an affair with Hermione or something…' What would have made him laugh on normal emotions made him pale at the thought of Hermione, and he quickly drank the rest of his drink. He put down the money and headed over to the fireplace. " Thanks Tom," he said, then turned to the fireplace. " Bulgaria Notrune!"(the Diagon Alley of Bulgaria) he cried and stepped into the flames. He came out into a European looking café. Outside, the sun was just setting and the mountains could be seen starting at the edge of the town. Ron looked around at the people there and walked up to the bar. "Excuse me? Do you speak English?" he asked the man behind the bar. " Vell, not very vell, but I can try, yes?" he replied. " Okay, I only need to know one thing. Could you tell me where the train station is?" " Ah. Yes, that is easy. You simply go out the door and take seven steps to left. Go around the corner and there is a big building. Old. You haff to walk past that building and then take seven more steps down the street. Across the road there vill be the station. You meeting someone, yes?" " Yes. Thankyou," Ron said. He nodded at the man and then turned to walk out the door. But just as he opened it someone came in and Ron looked up. His face changed when he looked at the guy and did not look to happy to see him. " Ron! Ron Weasley, yes? Hermoninny's friend? Ahhhhh, how is she. I haff not seen her in quite a few years. I miss her very much, you also? You are staying in Bulgaria? Come, ve vill haff a drink! Catch up on things." Ron simply glared. Krum looked startled. " HER-MY-OH-NEE is fine, Vicky. In fact, I saw her today. I am staying at her apartment. I have no idea if she misses you, but shall I ask her since I am meeting her soon?" Ron said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. " Hermoninny is here? Vell, I vill come vith you and see her, yes?" Krum, asked. Obviously English sarcasm wasn't something he had studied yet. " No, you vill not," said Ron and walked out the door, leaving Krum standing there wondering vat he had had to drink. Ron walked out and took " seven steps to the left". He thought that the city was a nice place to visit and that it was too bad Krum had to live in it. When he got to the train station it was dark and the train from London wasn't due to arrive until 5 o'clock. He looked around and saw a nice bench. He was going to transfigure it and then put an Invisibility Charm over it, but reaching into his pocket he realised that he had left his wand in the apartment in his hurry. Ron cursed silently to himself and grumpily lay on the bench. The hours passed slowly. Ron barely got much sleep, although the bench was better than the cell he had spent three years in. It was just that he kept on waking up to check his watch. Finally, at 4:30, he just got up and sat on the bench, waiting for the train. At five o'clock precisely, he saw the train come in. At five-oh-one, everyone seemed to get off the train at once. Ron was surrounded by people but managed to catch a glimpse of Hermione's head come out a compartment. He ran up to her and grabbed her elbow. She turned and looked very surprised that he was there. Ron knew he looked like Hell, and that wasn't exactly the way he wanted to look when he was apologizing to a very angry Hermione Granger. But then, she looked like Hell too… Another note to self. " Hey," he said. "Ron," she replied, nodding her head. " Don't go see him, Hermione," Ron said. " You don't think I should? Maybe I should go see Viktor," she said, not looking at him. " No! You can't! I mean, I don't want you to!" he cried. Ron realised he seemed to be getting nowhere in this discussion. This called for desperate measures. He looked around and jumped onto a bench. " Excuse me! Excuse me please! Can I have your attention?" he called to the crowd around him. Many people turned their heads and those that could understand English listened. He continued," Uh, my name is Ron, and I just recently came back home! I finally got to see the girl I love for the first time in three years, and she is the most beautiful, smartest, nicest wit- I mean, girl, in all of England! See her? She's standing there and I just wanted to let her know that I love her and that I'm sorry. That's really all I can say, and it's her decision as to whether she goes off to Bulgaria to see some prat that asked her to the Yule Ball in our fourth year before I could. I just wanted her to know that. I LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER," he concluded, and stepped off the bench to come over and stand beside Hermione. " Ron, I-," she said, looking around. "'Mione? I can't really say anything else other than I'm sorry and that I know we get into a lot of arguments but you're the most important thing to me and that if you leave I don't know what I'd do. And, I've never actually told you this, but I kind of like arguing with you," he admitted sheepishly, taking her hand. " Me too," she admitted. " I really am sorry." " I know." " Please don't leave. I love you..." Then, Hermione pulled him into a hug he didn't know she was capable of giving and cried into his shoulder. " I didn't want to leave! But I was so angry and I just thought that when you left, you weren't coming back and- and-" she ended there, her head buried in his shoulder. "I guv u btoo," she said. " What?" he said, looking down at her. " I love you too," she repeated, this time removing herself from his shirt. He grinned down at her. " Come on, let's go home," he said, picking up her bag. They walked out of the station completely oblivious to the people around them who were clapping. ~*~ The song I used is one of Elton John's. It's called Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word. It's better when he's singing it though. Read and Review! Any Bulgarians reading this, sorry if Bulgaria doesn't have mountains. It might be flat like the Netherlands (home, sweet home). I've never been to Bulgaria, but I took a guess that there were since Krum talks about mountains at Durmstrang… We'll just assume Durmstrang is in Bulgaria ( although I actually think it's in Russia). No offense meant.