It was a rainy day in January, the 7th, to be exact. Ron and Hermione were sitting at a small table at their apartment, which they had rented. They were eating breakfast.
Ron was looking nervous, while Hermione was looking a little sad.
"Where are we going to, Ron? I mean, we're leaving together, but what's coming next?" she asked Ron very seriously.
Ron replied without looking at her. "Euh…I don't know…"
Hermione seemed close to tears by now, she abruptly got up from the table, threw down her napkin and stormed to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Ron wanted to fall into his plate of eggs.
Where was this going to? Hermione seemed to want more, but Ron…Well, he didn't really know.
Was he ready to marry her?
Did he even want to marry her?
Hermione flung herself on her bed, crying. She pounded her pillow in rage, biting back her scream of anger and confusion.
She and Ron had been together for a long time now…about 2 years? But they had known each other for almost 8 years, and Hermione felt that they really connected. But did Ron feel the same? She didn't know. She didn't even know where this relationship was going. If it wasn't going anywhere, why should she still be here? She was giving up a lot, coming here to live with Ron. She could be out in the world, sticking all her time into her work, saving house-elves from their terrible enslavery.
But no, she was here, in a relationship which she felt wasn't going anywhere.
Did she really want this?
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Yes, here is the sequel, finally!!!