Well here is the second chapter I hope you enjoy.

Chapter Two: Two Months

"Aren't you joining us for breakfast?" Hermione asked Ron, who was heading in the opposite direction to the Great Hall, knowing what his answer will be."I know you didn't have anything to eat last night."

"I can't I have to take care of something before potions class. Besides I snuck down to kitchens last night before going back to the common room, so I should be alright till lunch anyway." Ron said as he hoped his stomach wouldn't make a trademark growl. He was starving, when Ron woke up, his appetite from last night had comeback with a vengeance. Though right now after some new light had been shed about Hermione and Harry's 'sudden' relationship. "TWO MONTHS!!! TWO FUCKING MONTHS!?!" Ron's insides screamed for resolution they screamed to attack Harry who had his arm draped over Hermione's shoulder "........where my arm should be."

"Come on mate, I never thought I'd see when you'd too modest to pass up a meal." Harry said with a smirk. "THAT SMUG TIT!! Where does he get off!?"

"And what do you have to do that's so important?" Hermione wasn't going to let him off easy. "Damn all if I can't get away." Ron had to think quick. Nothing."Well, are you going to tell me?"

Just then Seamus Finnigan walked by, "Thank Merlin!" "Seamus!! I have to help out Seamus with a personal matter." "No way she'll pry into his business." Seamus who had been minding his own business until Ron shouted his name looked at the three of them with uncertainty. Fortunately for Ron, Seamus caught on quick.

"Yeah, I'm glad I didn't have to remind you. Ye think lump!! We have to get going." Seamus said with conviction and then stormed off. Hermione dared not question any further, so Ron turned on a heel and followed Seamus. They walked down the corridor and turn the corner, not knowing where to go they continued walking down adjacent corridor. "I can't believe the whole time she and Harry where at The Burrow they tell me shit. My friends. They probably had been sneaking away every time my mother had me de-gnoming the bloody garden or some other stupid chore. I can't believe all those times Hermione and I were alone having fun, laughing..... she was probably always thinking about Harry!" "Um Ron?" Seamus' voice snapped him out of his revere. "I don't suppose you'll tell me where we're going or what that was about back there." at that comment Ron immediately regretted getting Seamus involved.

"Oh shit! Now I'm going to have to lie my way out of this, and Finnigan was the type that could see through lies. Hell, his whole life is probably based on lies. Why couldn't it have been Neville that walked by?"

Before Ron could say something he heard brisk footsteps coming up behind him. "Ron!! Wait!!" Hermione belted as she caught up to her lanky best friend, he stopped but he wouldn't turn around . "Seamus, could I have just a minute with Ron." Seamus nodded and walked further on ahead. Ron hoped Seamus would not ditch him, and became relieved when he stopped just out of earshot of himself and Hermione."Ron, will you please turn around and look at me?"

"Damn her persistence!!" Still not facing her he spoke, "Hermione, I really have to go, so if you'd please make this qu-"

"Fine! Don't look at me just listen then. I don't have a full understanding of what's going on with you, however I want talk to you during lunch about this. So will you please meet me at lunch?" Hermione pleaded hoping he'll turn around but Ron was determined to face the other way.

"I don't know what you mean, as far as I know there's nothing going on.", he quipped nonchalantly and started walking off.

"Ron please! I know some things wrong, I'm worried about you. Please meet me at lunch. It'll be just you and me, we'll sit away from Harry, he won't mind. Don't walk away Ron!! You can't keep avoiding me!!" that last statement she snapped out. Ron stopped he couldn't believe his ears, which were burning bright red. "She has the nerve to be lashing out at me! Well if this is how she wants it!" Ron spun around and got right in her face ready for the row of all rows when saw that her eyes, which were already welled up with tears, were wide with fear. "What's wrong with me? Here she is crying, worried for me and I scare her."

Ron scowled at his behavior and reach a hand to clasp her shoulder, Hermione cringed and took a step back, "Oh no, please don't be afraid of me 'Mione. Control Weasley, keep it all in check." His anger extinguished looking at her. She let a few tears drop, "I can't stand making her cry" "Here's the truth, maybe I'm not alright with everything, but I can't talk to you about it right now, or at lunch. There's a lot on my mind and I just need some time to think about everything." Ron flashed a smile at her "So if you have the patience to wait and not bring it up, we'll talk tonight when we are alone on patrols. Okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise" That's all that would need to be said. For now.

"Okay then, I'll see you in potions." Hermione smiled and made her way to the Great Hall. Ron stared after her, "Maybe I'm doing this all wrong, if I just tell her how I'm feeling, she'll understand...... yeah and maybe she'll leave Harry to be with m- Wake up Weasley! If you tell Hermione how you feel, she'll be scared off and neither she nor Harry would speak to you again. Is that what you want?"

"Shit Weasley, have you got it bad for her!" Ron had forgotten about Seamus. "Fuck! I need some time by myself, before class." "Listen I know you probably feel like shite right now, but I think I know how you could forget your problems.....at least through class. I was going to meet Dean in the Room of Requirement for our 'morning ritual'.Would you like to join us?"

Ron who wanted nothing more than to be alone and find an empty room to vent his frustrations, was now intrigued by Seamus' invitation. "What do you mean by morning ritual, Finnigan?", eyeing the brown haired chap suspiciously.

"Relax, I'm not talking about anything weird or perverted, ya git!"

"Well, what is it then?"

"I can't tell you, I can only show you." Seamus said quietly, even though they were as far as Ron could see the only ones in the corridor. "Well, I've got nothing better to do, and he said I could forget my problems...Why not?"

"Alright, let's go."

As they made there way to the Room of Requirement, Ron's thoughts dwelled on Hermione. "I could never hate her. It would be a lot easier if Hermione would just be a regular girlfriend and concentrate all her attention on Harry. But no! She has to be worried about me. Why can't she just think of herself? Then again that's one of the things you love about her." When they got to the wall Ron noticed a door was already there

"Man, I knew I was late Dean's gonna go spare from waiting all this all this time." Seamus said as they stopped at the door. "Now, the door is password and voice protected with charms, so only myself or Dean can open the door and find this specific room. Anyone else trying to get in will find an empty room. Also I know you're a prefect, but I'm trusting you with this information, Weasley. You owe me."

"Okay, I get it..... can we go in now?", said Ron getting impatient, "Maybe I should have gone off to be alone." He watched as Seamus turned towards the door, leaned forward so his face was barely an inch from the doorknob and muttered a phrase under his breath. A small click and Ron and Seamus entered.

The place was about the size of the Gryffindor common room, only a bit smaller. The walls were lined with a variety of posters, some that moved, some that didn't, however most had the same symbol on them. The symbol being a weird looking leaf that Ron wasn't able tell what it was. The room was furnished with three sofas set up in a U- shape around a small coffee table. It was what was on the table that caught Ron's curiosity. The glass object was a thin hollow cylinder that looked about two feet long, and a bulb like base that had liquid in it. On the bulb itself was a small metal funnel. "What the hell is that thing, a horn? What kind of weirdness do these two get into in the mornings?"

"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!?", Dean raised at Seamus. "He's a PREFECT!! Are you trying to get us kicked out of Hogwarts?"

"Chill Thomas!", he said in his best Jamaican accent, grinning. Dean glared at Seamus, then at Ron. "I don't know why he's looking at me it wasn't my idea to break up his little party."

"Well if he says anything to anyo-"

"First, of all I like it when people talk to me, not about me like I'm not here in the room. Second, I'm not going to tell anyone about this, cause I don't even know what this is." as Ron spoke to Dean he was slowly advancing on him. "And third, you're lucky I don't kick your teeth in for breaking Ginny's heart over the summer." Dean gulped loudly, he was against the wall with Ron's eyes holding him there. "Now Finnigan, why don't you show me what it is, we came here for?" Ron said casually, however his eyes, daggers, still on Dean.

"Ok gentlemen, let's stop all that nonsense and have a seat around the table." Seamus grabbed a satchel and seated himself on the sofa to the left of the table. Ron finally let Dean out of the death glare and sat on the middle couch. Dean took the last available one on the right of the table.

Seamus reached into the satchel took out a clear bag, with some kind of green moss inside, and opened it. Whatever it is Seamus loves smelling inside the bag. Seamus then took a little bit of the bag's contents and placed the bag on the table. As Seamus picked out little seeds and stripped the stems of the leaves, Ron's curiosity got the best of him he picked up the bag and smelled inside. "It smells like pine.... reminds me of..... Christmas?"

When Seamus had finished all that was left were the crumpled up leafy parts, that he started to pack into the metal component of the glass object. "This here Weasley, is what's known in the muggle world as marijuana or canabis. This stuff gets you high, euphoric...." Ron just stared at him, and Seamus rolled his eyes. "Think of it as being under the Imperious Curse with out being controlled. You can smoke it in different ways, roll it with papers and smoke it like a cigarette, those are called joints. Or you could smoke it in a pipe, or you use what we're going to use... a bong."

He finished packing in the marijuana, and slid the bong over to Ron. Seamus reached into his pocket and pulled out a small lighter. Ron recognized what it was, his dad gave him one for his ninth birthday once, his mum went absolutely spare when Ron set fire to the curtains. "You get first hit. Put your mouth to the top there, I'll light it for you...... when I say go you inhale."

Ron saw the mechanics of the bong, and began to understand how it worked. He placed his mouth on the end, and Seamus flicked the lighter on "GO!". Ron started inhaling, as soon as the bowl was lit Seamus withdrew the lighter, once Ron had enough he stopped . "Hold it in Weasley!!" Ron held, his lungs felt like they where going to explode. Then he felt light in the head. He then let his breath out in a shudder, and all of a sudden he was having a coughing fit. Dean and Seamus chuckled. "Well Weasley, you're just going to have to get past those virgin lungs of yours. Care for another?"

Ron's coughs died down and he felt it, that high that Seamus was referring to. "This does feels good, no not good, GREAT!" "You know what, Finnigan? I think I will have another."

A/N: Ok, ok I know I didn't have to go this route with the story.(to each their own right.) I hope no one sore at me for it, if you have any questions on this chapter ask away.

Also, in regards to the third chapter I had started it but my PC had crashed two weeks ago and I never saved it to floppy. So I have to start it over, I can't tell you soon it will be ready.hopefully by the end of this week or the beginning of next week.