Day 2 B

Disclaimer I'm not JK Rowling. small sob so that means I don't own any of the HP characters

A/N They're not embarrassed about the fact that Ron carried Hermione up to bed. What I tried to do (This is my first fic and thank you TiggerLily130 for being the first to mention this) was make it seem that Ron and Hermione were in their own little world and that Harry and Ginny had somehow "read their minds". Kind of like, figured out that Hermione thought Ron was sexy etc.



Hermione hastily stuffed her wand back into her pocket. She glared at Ron to let him know that the fight wasn't over.

"You know what? I'm going to go for a walk." Said Ron as he slammed his wand against the floor. He opened the door and stormed off, slamming the door behind him. Hermione wasn't very stunned. She turned towards the hall and increased the intensity of her glare. She knew Harry and Ginny were watching. Hermione picked up Ron's wand and set it on the table. She hadn't meant to make Ron that mad. She just wanted him to understand for once.

"A-Are you okay, Hermione?" asked a nervous Ginny who was carefully creeping into the room. She looked scared and timid, a look Ginny didn't wear often. Suddenly, Hermione was angry at herself for being rude to Ginny. Ginny hadn't really done anything.

"Yeah." Replied a worn-out Hermione. She sat down on a chair and put her head in her hands. Not even 2 hours into the day and they had already had their first argument.

"Harry-"called out Hermione. She knew Harry was listening in the hallway, even if he was out of view. "-go get Ron before he gets lost." She said. Hermione was able to get over some fights quicker than others. She had let this argument over Viktor go but only because she was too tired to keep arguing. She glanced over towards the hallway and to her amazement, saw that Harry had not been listening.

"Ginny, where's Harry?" asked Hermione. She looked around to kitchen to see that Ginny had left. Hermione had been so caught up in her own thoughts, she hadn't noticed. She had a tendency of doing that. Hermione looked at her cereal bowl. She picked it up and dropped it in the sink. She headed towards her bedroom to get dressed and ready.

She picked out a denim skirt and a pale rose top. She got to her bathroom and looked into the mirror. She felt her mouth drop in dismay. She looked horrible in her opinion. Her hair was sticking up in a million directions and her face still held the "groggy" look. She suddenly remembered why she hated mirrors. They were too honest. Hermione knew that sometimes people used her honesty as a mirror. But she didn't like mirrors because they always seemed to tell Hermione that she looked terrible. There was a timid knock at the door.

"Ron's back." Came the voice of an unsure Ginny.

"Like I care." Hermione snapped back, her anger directed at the messenger. She regretted the vile in her words. She had meant for Ron to hear her anger, not Ginny. "Ginny, I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you." Said Hermione quickly offering an explanation for her behavior.

"I know." Said Ginny but by the sound of her voice, Hermione could tell Ginny had not known.

Ron stood in front of Harry's door anxiously. He was listening to what Ginny was saying but it annoyed him that he couldn't hear what Hermione was saying. Ron knocked on Harry's door as he saw Ginny turn and head for the kitchen.

"Come in." came Harry's voice. Ron opened the door and collapsed on Harry's bed. "Tough walk I see." Said Harry jokingly.

"We—We fought again." Said Ron even though they both knew Harry had heard.

"I, I know." Said Harry, unsure in which direction this conversation was heading. He could see Ron wanted to talk but not about any fights. "Um.. Ron. Could you try to be a bit more understanding of what Hermione's going through?"

"What is poor Hermione going through?" said Ron sarcastically casting a 'let's drop it' look towards Harry.

"You know what, mate? I'm actually rather hungry." Said Harry opening the door and heading off towards the kitchen.

"Morning, 'Mione!" said a rather happy Harry as he walked into the kitchen.

"Morning, Harry." She replied even though it wasn't the first time she had seen him that day. "Where's Ginny?" asked Hermione, hoping for a chance to talk to her.

"Her room." Said Harry with a mischievous smile. She was glad Ron wasn't in the room right then. Because if he was, he would have strangled Harry.

Hermione got up feeling slightly better than before and headed off towards the parlor room. She stopped in the doorway. It took what seemed like hours to find her voice but once she did, all she managed to say was, "Hey, Ron."

Ron looked up surprised. "Hi." Said Ron irritably as he turned to look out the window. Hermione felt terribly alone. She thought Ron was overreacting but she didn't tell him. She didn't want to get into another fight.

"I was sure you would have apparated to Bulgaria by now to see Vicky." Said Ron grumpily. Hermione hadn't wanted to start another fight but apparently Ron wasn't going to let this one slide.

"The minute this week is over, that's the first thing I'm going to do!" yelled Hermione, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"Don't worry. I'll be the chairperson for your Going-Away party." Replied Ron, his eyes holding the same anger as hers. But for some inexplicable reason, Hermione was hurt by this last comment. But she wasn't going to let Ron win.

"I like vanilla." Said Hermione, with a huge amount of anger and hatred in her words. It even astounded Hermione herself. With that Ron stormed out of the room leaving Hermione alone with her thoughts. She had meant to apologize but something had gone terribly wrong. It was Ron's fault, she concluded.

Ron headed back out the door. But this time, the door opened after him. He turned to see Harry hastily tying his shoes and running after Ron.

"What the bloody hell do you want?" asked Ron. He regretted the way he had greeted his friend. After all, Hermione was the culprit here, not Harry.

"Got in another row with Hermione." Said Harry. But it wasn't a question, it was a statement. 'The whole neighborhood probably knew. They had practically yelled at the top of their lungs.' Though Ron miserably.

Harry, for one, had grown used to the fights over Viktor. It had been 3 years that Ron had been angry at Hermione. This thought occurred to Ron, too.

'Why do I always rag on Hermione about Viktor?' asked Ron, taking a second to examine the day. 'No, it didn't start today. It started—' Ron thought hard about when all this had started. 'The Yule Ball' said Ron. 3, no more like 4 since they were graduating, years ago. 'But why—' pondered Ron silently to himself. Unfortunately, Ron was concentrating too hard that he ran into a mailbox.

"Ron! Are you okay?" asked Harry. Ron had run into a mailbox, fallen backwards and hit his head on the cement sidewalk.

"H-H-Harry?" asked Ron. He felt disorientated and incredibly dizzy.

"I'm going to get Hermione and Ginny." Said Harry, getting up and running off in the direction of the house. Ron's eyes shot around nervously. 'Harry isn't going to really leave me here lying on the sidewalk.' Thought Ron but by the sound of footsteps becoming more distant, Harry was.

Ron tried to get up but when he did, his left leg stung horribly. His head hurt too much to lift so he couldn't tell if his legs were broken or if they were bleeding or bruised. Ron hoped no muggle would come by and sees me lying on the sidewalk. Ron wished he could use magic.

Ron closed his eyes and tried to relax. 'Who knew a muggle box could be so violent?' thought Ron to himself, laughing at his own joke. He heard footsteps approach him. He reluctantly opened his eyes to see Hermione bending over him.

"Oh, Ron. I'm so sorry." Said Hermione, gently stroking his hair. Apparently, she had run ahead of the others. Ron loved the sympathy he was getting from Hermione so he played the part of a seriously injured person. Which wasn't too hard, since his head was bleeding, his legs were bleeding, and his arms were scraped.

"For what?" asked Ron, gazing into Hermione's eyes. They were the color of the chocolate he loved so much. He felt a lot better just by gazing into her eyes. 'I thought we weren't allowed to use magic.' Thought Ron, referring to the fact that her gaze made him feel 100 times better.

"For yelling at you like--like..." Hermione began.

"No, 'Mione, I'm sorry." Ron said, still unable to take his gaze off of her eyes. 'Ginny and Harry are probably snogging on the couch.' Thought Ron as he unconsciously made a fist. Apparently, Hermione could see Ron's fists.

"Ssh...Ron, calm down. Ginny and Harry are tending the garden." She said in a soothing tone. Ron didn't mind that, it was the fact his sister was "tending a garden" while Ron was lying in the middle of a sidewalk. "Now tell me where it hurts." Said Hermione in a gentle tone.

But before Ron could answer, a scream scared Ron out of his wits. "Oh, my gosh! Are you okay?" The next thing Ron knew a wet nose was on his face. He shoved it away and saw a bundle of red, curly -but not frizzy- hair. A girl pulled her cocker spaniel away from Ron and bent down to be face- to - face with Ron.

Ron was speechless. This girl was beautiful. He almost forgot Hermione on his other side.

Hermione stared menacingly at the girl looking at Ron. "Excuse me? Who are you?" asked Hermione with a hint of jealousy in her voice. Why was she jealous. Ron needed a girl. Hermione just didn't think this girl was the one.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name's Amy. Amy Garner."

'So this girl is clearly American and has red hair. She's a dog lover. Poor Crookshanks.' Hermione was slowly piecing together the facts she knew about Amy Garner. She glanced at Ron to see how he reacted to the dog. Ron wasn't a fan of dogs. To her horrible dismay, Ron looked entranced by Amy. She looked over to Amy. She soon realized the feeling was mutual.

"Well, Ron, we need to get you home." Said Hermione wickedly.

"Oh, I don't think I caught your name." said Amy politely, not picking up on Hermione's anger.

"Hermione Granger and this is Ronald Weasley." She sad motioning at Ron. Hermione felt a reckless urge spreading through her. "We're living together." Said Hermione, a wicked smirk spreading on her face.

Suddenly, Hermione completely hated herself. Why was she doing this?

"Uh- Amy. What I meant was we're here on a school project." She said apologetically. Amy looked relieved and allowed herself to look back at Ron. Hermione watched the two and felt suddenly alone.

"Hi, Amy." Said Ron.

"Hey, Ron." Replied Amy in the same tone.

"We better get going." Said Hermione. "But you're welcome to come with us." She added to make up for the things she had said earlier.

Together, Amy and Hermione helped Ron up and without saying another word, the trio made it home.

"Thanks, Amy." Ron said.

"You can come inside if you like." Said Hermione, hoping that Harry wasn't doing anything, un-muggle-like, in the entry or parlor room.

"Actually, I should be getting home. But if it's not imposing, I'll come back tomorrow morning." Said Amy in an unsure tone.

"Yeah, sure." Said Hermione, plastering a smile on her face. She helped Ron in and put him on the couch.

"Hey, Hermione..."

Dun-dun-dun. I just felt like leaving you guys hanging. LOL! I promise to update soon. I'll make a deal with you guys. The more reviews I get, The faster the update will come. I've got good news and bad news. The bad news is after DAY 7, What Times May Bring is over. The good news is a second installment will be added with a different plot but same characters. In other words, it's a sequel. I'll keep you posted. THANKS FOR READING!