She dropped the envelope and invitation to the floor, in utter disbelief. Ron, getting married? He said he was coming, coming to be with her, why didn't she know this before… Her disbelief turned to anger and she marched back to the counter and picked up the phone.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, HARRY? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" She screamed into the phone.

"Her-Hermione," he uttered helplessly, "he said he wanted to talk to you first."

"Well he obviously didn't, this is the first I've heard from him in 3 years!" she yelled a little softer.

"Hermione, there was nothing I could do, he wouldn't let me."

"You could have at least told me that he was seeing someone else! So I wouldn't have wasted all this time waiting here, for him to come to me, to tell me he loved me and he was sorry for making me wait so long…"

"Hermione…"

"Oh Harry, just leave me alone!"

She slammed the phone down and ran into her room and threw herself on the bed. She sobbed into her pillows. She had waited, for her one true love, she thought. And he went and got engaged to someone else. She hated him for making her wait for nothing, for believing in something that wasn't there. She sobbed even harder. What's wrong with Ron, with Harry? Why didn't anyone tell me? What's wrong with all these so called friends?

A little voice inside her head that sounded oddly like Harry's said, Maybe this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't left us in the first place. She let out a long shriek.

"WHY!" She cried into her pillow, "WHY WHY WHY!"

A loud pop! in her living room disturbed her crying. She sat up in bed to see what is was.

Harry came into her room.

Harry hadn't really appeared to change to Hermione. She did see him quite frequently and Luna, they came over for dinner quite a lot. Just taller, but not really anything else. His hair was still messy and eyes still bright green. Maybe he was a little more grown up, but Hermione hardly noticed changes in him.

"Go away!" she cried as she threw a pillow at him.

"Let me explain," he said as he dodged more pillows.

"NO!"

She threw the remaining pillows at him. Then she sunk her face into her hands and began to cry again. Harry went over and sat next to her on the bed. He let her cry, till she gained control of herself.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she moaned exasperated.

"Because Ron swore to me he was going to talk to you, and he said he did, he said you had talked before about it, and he said you took it well, so I never brought it up."

"Why didn't you tell me he didn't love me anymore?"

"Again, he wanted to, and he told me he already had."

Silence sank between the two best friends.

"Why, why did he stop loving me?"

Harry thought about he would word this. "He…" he sighed, "I think he was afraid, of loving you because…because, in case something happened, in case you broke up or something, so he stopped himself from feeling that way about you, and he wanted to be friends, he wanted the three of us to be friends forever."

"Well that won't happen now!" She responded angrily.

"Yeah I don't know what happened there, or why he lied about it, but I'm guessing he was afraid to tell you."

"I never thought I could hate someone and love them at the same time," Hermione sighed.

Harry laughed. Silence again. "Do you think you're gonna go?" he asked.

Hermione ran her hand through her smooth, no longer bushy, hair. "I honestly don't know. I don't know if I could handle it."

Harry smiled at her. "Well call me if you do. I really think you should, Hermione. Wouldn't it be nice to see everyone again?"

"Yes I suppose, I think I will go, just to see everyone and… and to spite Ron."

Harry grimaced, "That's not the answer I was looking for but I guess I'll take it."

The phone rang in Hermione's room. Harry reached over and picked it up.

"Hello…Hi Lu…I did?…Opps…Ok I'll be right there."

He hung up the phone and smirked at Hermione.

"Apparently I left the stove on at home and nearly burned down the house, she seemed quite mad. I better go before she finds something else I left on."

They both got off the bed.

"Thanks Harry," Hermione said as she hugged him. "You're a great friend."

"Oh no prob. See you at the wedding."

"Yeah…"

Hermione left go of him and took a step back. And with a pop! Harry was gone. Hermione made her way back to her kitchen. Pig was sitting on top of her fridge. She picked up the envelope and invitation. Checked the yes box she would be attending, checked the chicken dinner…for two, and put the R.S.V.P. into another envelope. She rewrote the address, which she would've longed for an hour ago, and sealed it. She called down Pig and gave him the letter. She brought him outside and watched him fly away till she couldn't see him anymore. She went inside and continued her paperwork, with a heavy weight in her stomach.

Meanwhile……

In London, Ron Weasley was laying in his fireplace, cleaning it out, when his fiancé Padma Patil ran into the room.

"Ron, Pig's back with another R.S.V.P."

"Great" he said as he looked at her, "Who's this one from?"

"Hermione."

Ron sat up so fast he slammed his head on the inside of the chimney.

"What!" he yelped as he grabbed his forehead.

"Oh honey…be careful. Well I thought it would be lovely to see her again, I mean she was your best friend and all, and why not, she obviously wanted to come because she answered right away."

"Great," Ron said dazed.

Padma looked at him funnily. "You should be a little more careful, honey…Well I'm going to do more planning!" She bounced out of the room.

"Great," Ron repeated to himself… "Great."