A/N: Well I had three reviews, don't worry stories usually grow in popularity a few chapters into the story. So here is a chapter inspired by the song "Can't Buy Me Love" By the Beatles.

Can't buy me love

Chapter2

"You're such a jerk Ron, I'm already engaged!" Hermione said showing him her wedding cake. "You know we are!"

"Leave me and My'one lone. It's our honiemoon!" Victor said, trying to scare him off. "I'll kill you if you touch h'r!" Hermione nodded in agreement.

"But I love you Hermione and I want to be with you." Ron said, Victor frowned, stepping forward.

"Sorry, I have to do this Ron..."

"RON! Get the bloody hell up!" Harry said leaning over Ron. Ron awoke from another nightmare. It had happened every night since he had found out about the engagement. It made him so angry and sweaty; he sometimes arrived late for work. He was always trying to get rid of the haunting news, and when he floated off into usually a peaceful sate of mind, his horrors where stronger then ever.

"Really, Harry do you have to wake me up with such a shock?" Ron muttered said sitting himself up on the couch in their living room. "I had the worst dream..." Ron always had to check, he knew it was impossible, but just that one second of thinking there was hope between him and Hermione made it worth waking up everyday, "Hermione was marrying Krum, and you proposed to my sister..." the silencing stare pierced through his heart beating a hole through him.

"Sorry mate." Harry said trying comfort Ron, "Why don't you tell her, she may have some emotional break down and cancel the wedding." He frowned. Ron knew he was trying to be nice, but it didn't work. Nothing he said could make him feel better, there was only one voice that could do that, and it belonged some one he couldn't hear in the way he wanted to hear it.

"Leave it Harry! Just leave it." Ron stayed for a silent cup of coffee he grabbed his brown blazer, and like he did every workless day, left. He left in the morning and didn't return until late at night, sorrow grabbed his time and disregarded it like everything else. There was only two times in Ron's life; the first from when he was born until he found out Hermione was engaged. The second seemed a thousand years longer, even though it had been hardly a week.

"Where were you Hermyne? I've been so worried. I searched you're parents house, you're flat. I was even over to Arry's?" Victor asked as Hermione walked into his 4 bedroom bungalow. How much she hated walking in here, pictures of her and victor covered the tables. In the pictures she smiled and waving, she was happy then because there was still hope in her and Ron. But he didn't like her. And she knew it.

"I was err... out with Ginny..." She said, rushing up the stairs and dumping her purse and coat on their bed. "Um... girl stuff." She said.

"You should have called me, I was so worried." He said leaning against the door framing. He smiled, "I love you so much." Hermione's eyes nearly watered, she wished so bad she could wake every morning and be happy to see her fiancé lying next to her, his gentle breathing soothing her. But that was impossible, she never would be truly happy until she could wake every morning and not be lying next to her fiancé.

She hid her fears with a giggle, "I love you." How she longed to say those three words with meaning. He rushed over and picked her up spinning her and her golden brown hair spun like a spindling web of love. This however only dampened her spirit more. He had so much love to give, and he was wasting it on someone who could not truly appreciate it.

N/F/Y: Who ever thought these two where so deep? Well I got to go because a new episode of The Benefactor is on. Later Days.