Disclaimer:  I do not own Harry Potter.

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"..and then she storms out the room and slams the door!  I mean, do you understand what the big deal is?" Ron asked his best friend Harry.  Ginny was also sitting with them, listening to Ron's rambling.

Harry looked at Ginny, who was staring at Ron.

"Ron, I think the message is obvious." Ginny said in an exasperating tone.

Ron looked a little ashamed, and said nothing.

"She wants to know, Ron.  But do you even know what you want?" asked Harry, sipping his Butterbeer.

Ron shook his head.  "I have no idea.  I mean, I love her, I know that.  But marry?  I don't know…"

"Well, I think she definitely wants to settle down.  You should think about this for a while.  And we can't help you.  We have to go back up to the castle, anyways." Said Ginny, checking her watch and standing up.

Harry checked his watch also, then stood up and put on his coat.

"I've got to go grade the papers of my 7th year class." He said, smiling.

Ginny grinned at him.  "I wonder if I did okay…"

"I'm sure you did." Was the reply.

Ron was still sitting at the table.

"Bye.  Good luck." Said Harry, clapping his shoulder.

"Bye Ron.  Think." Was all Ginny said, and she took Harry's hand and led him out of the bar.

Ron sighed, looking after them.

It was easy for them to say, they were married and had already gone on half of their honeymoon.  They were going on the other half this summer.

It seemed as though everybody was getting married these days.  Bill and Fleur were going to get married, Madame Maxime and Hagrid were getting married, even Neville had proposed to Luna.

But Hermione and him?  Nope. 

Ron sighed and ordered a Firewhisky.

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Hermione was having a hard time at work.  She couldn't concentrate, and her eyes kept filling up with tears as she glanced at the picture of her and Ron, together, waving.

"Hermione?" asked Delia Simons, poking her head through the door.  Hermione looked up.

When Delia saw her eyes filled with tears, she quickly came in, closed the door and put her arms around her friend and co-worker.

"Are you okay?  Is it Ron?  Did you break up?" she asked, embracing her.

Hermione cried for a while, then took a tissue and blew her nose.  "No, I'm not okay.  It's Ron, but we didn't break up…yet."

"What happened?" asked Delia, concerned.

"Well, you know, I've known him for almost 8 years, and I think we are ready to make another step.  Like marry or something.  But he doesn't seem to want to.  And well, if this relationship is going nowhere, I…I don't know if I want to be with him any longer…" tears started welling up again.

Delia shook her head.  "Maybe he's scared to make a commitment." She said finally.

Hermione looked at her.  "But, when will he not be scared?"

Delia shrugged.  "Don't ask me.  I'm a woman."

Hermione gave a little smile.

"So why did you come in here?" she asked, remembering.

"Well, I have the new flyers.  I thought we could go out and give them out, but I think we still have to finish this folder, so we'll do that tomorrow." Delia answered, pointing to the folder their boss had put on Hermione's desk that morning.

Hermione nodded, suddenly becoming more businesslike.

"Okay.  I'll check the weather forecast…" she took out a little square, and looked at it.  It was the Weather Finder-Outer.  "It's going to be sunny.  Perfect."

Delia nodded.  "Now let's get starting on that folder…"

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