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So, it had been a week. I hadn't really thought he would show. As I said at The Burrow, I didn't expect Ron to become an instant father. Unfortunately, I had a tiny glimmer of hope that maybe, one day, Ron would show up at the door begging to see Anna and become a real father. Anna had asked about the strange man that she had said looked just like her. I was going to lie, but when I saw that same little glimmer of hope shining in her bright blue eyes, I had to tell her.

Now I sat at the kitchen table, staring down at the Daily Prophet and not really understanding what I was reading. I had been sent home early from work, my boss having said that I was lacking sleep. It wasn't that I was lacking sleep...I just wasn't getting it. Anna was still off at daycare, and wasn't going to be home until about an hour.

It was quiet in the flat; all I could hear was the soft ticking of the clock in the living room and the humming of the refrigerator. Of course, when your flat is deadly quiet, a knock on the door can't be hidden.

I jumped, startled at the sound, spilling my cup of coffee down the front of my shirt. Cursing out the damned cup that now lay in pieces on the kitchen floor, I grabbed up a dishcloth and began furiously wiping at the stain while walking to the front door. Grabbing hold of the knob, I wrenched it open and lifted my head, blowing a wisp of brown hair from my face.

The cloth dropped from my hand onto the floor and my mouth went agape. In the doorway stood Ron Weasley, in all of his handsome glory. He was still as good looking as the week earlier, although he looked tired, his hair was tousled as if a comb hadn't met it since I saw it last and his eyes were dark; darker than they should of been.

"W-what are you doing here?" I stammered, bending down to swipe up the dishcloth.

"I came to see my...daughter." He paused at the word daughter, as if he wasn't used to the word.

"She's not here right now," I told him bluntly. But you are...I squashed my thoughts angrily.

"Then I'll wait," he responded, pushing past me into the flat.

I sighed and shut the door, following him into the kitchen. "You can't just invite yourself in like that Ron, I was busy."

He looked at me, his eyes holding an amused look as his gaze lingered on my stained shirt. "Spilling coffee on you is certainly busy," he remarked. I blushed furiously and folded my arms across my chest. His gaze flitted away and looked out the window as he shrugged out of his cloak.

"Fine, stay then."

"I was planning to," he interrupted me.

I frowned and continued, "I'm going to go change my shirt, don't go anywhere," I warned him before retreating towards the hall and into my bedroom.

I closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, commanding myself to take deep breaths.

"What's the problem deary?" the mirror piped up.

I rolled my eyes and pushed away from the door, going to my dresser and rummaging through the drawer.

"Well that's not the answer! It's a fine day, you should really take advantage of that," the mirror pressed.

"I'm trying not to," I muttered to myself as I stripped off my stained shirt and replaced it with a comfy tank top. I threw the garment at the mirror, taking a sort of pleasure when it let out a hurl of insults at me. I left it and returned to the kitchen where Ron was leaning against the counter, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the daily prophet.

Even though I knew that under no circumstances did Ron have any right to be looking so comfortable in my kitchen, a sort of warmth filled me. It just looked so...right.

"Getting a bit comfy aren't we?" I said sarcastically, trying my hardest to look miffed.

It took a few moments before Ron looked up from the article he was reading and looked at me, as if he just realized where he was. "I'm just beginning to wait is all," he said slowly.

I blew out an exasperated breath leaned against the table opposite him, giving him a glare. "Why did you decide to come?" I said bluntly.

He arched an eyebrow at me. "I told you already, to see..."

"That's not what I meant," I snapped. "I meant why, after a week, would you just decide to come and see Anna? I didn't think that Evelyn would let you." I said the last part as a sort of scalding remark towards him.

He frowned and tore his eyes away from me, looking out the window at the gray sky. "Evelyn has no say in what I do. Our divorce is being filed as we speak," he said slowly.

I sat there, shocked. Not only was I shocked, I was gleefully happy at the prospect that my Ron was now single. And now I can get married to him and we can raise Anna together and...I squashed my thoughts before they went any farther. I really didn't want to think about a marriage between Ron and me. It was completely pointless since it would never happen. "But, why?" As far as I could tell, Ron had been completely having a bimbo for his wife...I didn't understand why they would want to file for divorce.

Ron watched me for a moment before placing the mug and paper on the counter. He took two steps towards me, closing the distance between us. My breath caught in my throat as I was forced to look up and stare into his dazzling blue eyes. "Because I have no feelings for Evelyn. I have a child with you and I should help you out...be with you," he stated.

The butterflies that had been flying around in my stomach suddenly ceased, as if the life had been sucked from them. Instead, there was a cold feeling spreading throughout my stomach and chest, clutching at my throat in a sick way. "I don't need help," I said with a hard edge on my voice. "And if you think you can just marry me because we have a daughter together, you are very sadly mistaken. I refuse to have a marriage with someone who doesn't love me and is just playing the hero." I pushed him away from me and walked to the doorway of the kitchen, glaring at him coldly.

"'Mione...that's not what I meant," he said, a pleading note in his voice.

I shook my head, refusing to feel bad for him. "I'm sorry Ron but if you think anything like that is going to happen, I would like you to please leave...I don't wish for you to be here."

Ron sighed and walked over to me. He bent his head slightly and placed a light, tender kiss on my forehead. "I'll leave if that's what you want. Mum's invited Harry, Ginny and me over tomorrow. Why don't you come and bring Anna with you? I'll visit with her then," he said quietly before walking away from me and out the door.

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Hmmm...what will happen now?? –Grins gleefully- Guess you'll have to read the next chapter to figure that out!

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