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Hermione eyed the open door and was struggling with the decision on whether to go inside and face him, or just leave. Andrew, she reminded herself. I'm doing this for Andrew... Then why am I wishing it were Ron's ring on my hand again? She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand and smoothed her disheveled hair. Hermione placed one foot in front of the other and walked through the door that she had left more than two years before.

There was a fire burning in the fireplace. The room was mostly cluttered and messy, not the way she had left it. The house had clearly become a bachelor's pad. She walked further into the living room and sat down on the maroon couch. She touched the couch and remembered how hard she had fought with Ron over getting a couch that was maroon because it went best with the beautiful wooden floors. Ron hated maroon but in the end, he let her have her way. Like he always did. He always did try to make me happy, Hermione remembered sadly. Ron came back into the living room with two cups of tea and set them down on the table in front of Hermione. Hermoine noticed that Ron had become more composed than he was outside on the porch because his eyes no longer had tears in them, but she did notice that his face had become flushed and pale. They said nothing to each other as Ron reached and lightly grabbed the divorce papers out of Hermoine's hands. She watched him as he leaned back in his chair, and sat reading the papers while sipping his tea. The silence was broken by Ron who said,

"Oh Hermione, I thought I'd never have to see you or these papers." Hermione frowned and said,

"I was just hoping that I wouldn't have to see you." Hermione felt her stomach do a somersault and she knew that she had just lied. Ron looked up as his ears turned red and said,

"That's a nice thing to say. After all we've been through couldn't we just have a decent discussion about this?" His voice rose towards the end of it in anger.

"What's there to discuss, Ron?!" Hermione stood up as color began to rise into her cheeks. Ron in turn stood up also,

"Oh I don't know Hermione!! How about, why you left me! Why you didn't at least say goodbye! Hermione, you have no idea what I went through when you left. It damn near killed me!" Ron was shouting louder than he had in two years.

"Well, what do you think it did to me!!?? That month of fighting was eating away at me. I couldn't stand it! I had to leave, I had to break away from all this pressure! I wasn't ready for a baby, Ron!"

"Hermione, whatever the case we could have worked through it! Of course marriages will have problems. Hell, you can't even get through this one, how the hell are you going to make it last with Andrew?!"

"Andrew loves me!"

"And so do I, Hermione! Love has nothing to do with why you left. Love has nothing to do with us fighting over that baby. We just disagreed! No one can get along with each other all the time. You should already know this Hermione, we fought all through Hogwarts! And I swear on my life that Andrew could never ever love you more than I do if he lived a thousand lifetimes." Hermione was silenced at this and new tears formed and fell down her face. "Do you love me, Hermione?" She was speechless. After several seconds that seemed like hours Hermione answered,

"I will always love you Ron, its just that we're not meant to be."

"And why not? I would have given anything in the world to have you back after you left. I missed you more than I can ever say, Hermione. Please Hermione, you are and always have been the eternal light in the darkness of my soul. And when that light was taken away, I felt devastated. Harry and Hagrid had to come by to see if I was okay because I had become a recluse. For three months I didn't leave this house. And now you just come right back into my life right when I was starting to get used to a life of loneliness and a life without you in it. Hermione, I would give anything to make you happy, even my own life." Hermione looked deeper into his eyes and said while shaking,

"I don't need your life Ron, just your signature." Ron felt as though a knife had pierced his heart, the same knife that had pierced it two years before and his wounds had just recently started to heal. Hermione saw the heartbroken look on his face and felt like her heart was in her throat. Oh my god, how could I ever say such a thing? Hermione felt disgusted with herself. A heavy amount of tears welled in Ron's eyes and he sat down and began to cry heavily. Hermione broke down herself she also began to weep too.

"Why the hell are you crying, Hermione? I haven't broken your heart like you just did to me, again." Ron's eyes were as red as his hair.

"I'm sorry Ron, I'm so sorry!" Hermione bawled. Hermione looked at her hands as she dropped them from her eyes and she took off the diamond ring and threw it into her bag. Ron saw this action but continued to cry. Hermione got down on her knees in front of Ron's chair and grabbed his arms and begged,

"Ron, please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you so badly. Oh Ron, please, I'm so sorry. I love you!" She was weeping now and then she felt his arms peal away from her and he embraced her.