A/N: Oh my God! You mean that girl, that LauriAnn, the one who wrote 'Long Time Gone' and said she was supposedly writing a sequel, 'A Moment Ago,' you mean, she's still alive!

Yes, indeedy my friends, I'm back in action. For new readers, I usually don't take this long to update stories. Unfortunately, after my last update, life happened. For more information, you can check out my bio, I don't really feel like typing up the situation again. Waits patiently while interested parties flip over to bio, yep, and then, this Chapter went and deleted itself when I was almost finished, forcing me to start over again, rework things, and get the plot going a little sooner. Yey!

It's short and slightly OOC for my own taste, but I want to thank my awesome beta Cheese Riot and all my awesome reviewers, especially ilikechicken for your kind words. It's people like you who make writing fanfic so much fun!

"I know you didn't get off work early just to come see me!" a voice called out through the kitchen which was connected to the family room in Ginny and Hermione's flat. A bag plopped down onto the tiled floor and footsteps approached the couch, my current place of seating.

"How was your day?"

I grunted in response, and my face was turned rather more violently than I would've liked to meet Hermione's.

Once she finally let go of my head and began to drag her way around the couch, I slumped back in my chair again. Maybe if I sat still long enough, she'd think she was hallucinating.

Her hand traced over the couch's edge and she plopped down onto the cushion, stretching her legs out in front of her and right over my lap.

"What's up with you?" she asked, wiggling her clipped toes in my face.

I sighed. She would know I was lying…she always knew. "Nothing," I said monotonously.

"Nothing, huh?" she leaned back. "Doesn't look like nothing."

I forced a small smile in her direction. "Just got off early to come see my two favorite girls."

"Well, one's not here. She happens to be spending the night at Penny Longbottom's house."

"Oh."

"But, me? Well, I'm not doing anything tonight…if you want to—I dunno, hang out or something." She grinned sheepishly in my direction. She knew perfectly well what I would want to do, but I also knew perfectly well it wasn't going to happen.

"I might be able to squeeze you into my schedule," I said in the most joking voice I could manage.

"Oh, could you!" she feigned.

I shrugged. "How was your day?"

"Oh, it was great. Ally and I designed this really great display for a new shipment of books we had gotten in, but Miles said it was 'over the top.' Then, Ally did her little 'but you love me' bit and he caved."

"That's all?" I asked, prompting for her to keep the conversation going. Maybe I could just let her talk until I had to go to Spain and she wouldn't notice when I left.

"Well, I called a couple more people about that program I want to start. Remember the one I told you about? To encourage kids to read? Well, no one seems that interested." I knew Hermione talked about her job and coworkers with enthusiasm, but everyone, including me, knew Hermione Granger was destined for more than to be a clerk in a bookstore. That's why everyone encouraged her editorials. I had know Hermione was going to do something huge ever since the first day I met her, I just never imagined I would be included in it. "Do you think I could get the Ministry involved?" Hermione asked, bringing me out of my reverie.

"I dunno, I could talk to Dawlish about it," I told her, wondering in the back of my mind when I would have time for that.

She nodded. "Thanks, sweetie!" she said, ruffling my hair playfully. She moved up from her position on the couch. "I'm going to go change into something more comfortable, all right?"

I shrugged again and just barely caught the suspicious look I was being given. "Mind if I take a shower?"

She smiled. "Please do." And laughing, she walked into her room and shut her door.

I went into the bathroom and peeled my clothes off onto the floor. I turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower, not even noticing how boiling hot it was. I stood there for awhile, just thinking about my situation. With growing frustration, I banged my head up against the wall.

Not a good idea.

The pain all came at once—the fact that I had a knot on my head, my skin was on fire, and that the moment I jumped out of the shower, I slipped on the tiled floor and busted my chin on the toilet. I cursed, putting a pair of jeans back on, and vigorously wiping blood away from my chin.

I heard a noise outside the door. "Ron? Are you ok in there?"

I sighed and leaned my head up against the door.

"Yes."

"Well, it sounds like someone's dying in there or something."

I opened the door to face my fiancée. She had on a pair of gray sweats and a giant Cannons t-shirt that surely had belonged to my in the not so far off past.

God, she was beautiful.

"Are you ok?"

I shook my already pounding head and leaned up against the doorway.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Now or never…

"Not really."

"Here, let me do something about your chin," she said, looking at me sadly and pulling her wand out. She gave it one complicated flick and I felt the pain leave.

"Better," I mumbled.

She kissed it pleasantly. "I hope so."

I followed behind her over to the couch and took my seat beside her. I leaned over, in an attempt at another kiss, but was brutally turned away.

"Ron, I think we need to talk."

Of course we do! And we need to talk right bloody now.

"Yes," I answered impatiently.

"I don't know how I feel about this right now."

"About what?"

"About us."

"What?" I said, shaking the piling thoughts out of my head.

"You and I, we're not getting along so great lately."

"What! We've never gotten along that great!" I replied, my anger rising to the surface.

"I'm just not sure we're ready for this."

"For what!"

"This!" she answered angrily, showing me the ring on her hand angrily. "I'm starting to think you and I are not ready for this!"

"You're being ridiculous."

"Oh yeah! Well, right now, you're just proving me right."

"Whatever."

"Oh, yes, whatever, now that's mature."

"Stop mocking me," I said, barely audibly.

"And you can't even talk to me about something that's bothering you this much. And now I'm worried!"

"Hermione, please."

"Then, please tell me what's wrong."

"Have you ever thought for one second that I'm not telling you because I want to protect you from all of this?"

"Great, now I feel really sheltered."

"I swear no one's ever thought about themselves as much as you do."

"Me!"

"Yes, you."

"Ron, I don't want to do this right now."

"Oh, really, cause you sure wanted to do this five minutes ago!"

"Here."

"What?"

"Here," she said, twisting off her ring, and holding it out to me. Tears were streaming down her face. "Here, take it."

"Hermione," I whispered, gazing at the ring George and I had spent a whole day searching for; the ring I had spent half a year's salary on. "Hermione, please, for the love of God, don't do this. Don't do this right now."

"Just take it," she said, dropping it in my hand. "Take it and go home."

"I…can't. Please keep it."

Hermione turned away from me, crying, and walked silently to her room, closing the door behind her.

I fell back onto the couch Hermione and I had left during the course of our fighting, and twirled Hermione's ring around in my hand for the second time. I thought about going back to my flat, but there, I'd just face Harry, grilling me about my new assignment.

No, I was not going to let this happen, not like this.

With renewed vigor, I walked to Hermione's room, cast Alohomora, and pulled open the door.

"Hermione?"

She was lying on her bed, crying.

"Hermione, I"

A brilliant reflection of light on Hermione's wardrobe caught my attention. "Go away, Ron!" she mumbled.

I walked over and picked up a small silver mirror, twirling it around in my hand. "Where did you get this?" I asked curiously.

I stared at my reflection. Was I really that pale? I checked in the wardrobe…nope.

Hermione looked up, wiping at her face with her sweatshirt sleeve.

"I've had it for over a year."

"Hermione, you stole this from the Department of Mysteries!" I said, suddenly hit with a realization.

"I did not!" she yelled, getting up, now looking absolutely furious of my accusation.

"Hermione, I know for a fact you did!"

"Don't accuse me of stealing!"

"I will if"

"Get out!"

"No."

Hermione reached in her pocket and showed me her wand. "GET OUT!"

"Hermione, have you lost your mind!" I yelled back. At that exact moment, her wand collided with the mirror, and I felt a mysterious force pulling me towards her.

Suddenly, we were both twirling around, colors and shapes, voices swirling all around us.

With a sudden jolt, we hit solid ground, Hermione's wand still pointed at me.

We both stared around.

"Where are we?"

A/N: As promised, I am only answering a few reviews which I think are relevant! You can read them though, they might contain hints to the future. FWAH!

Kikwiblue: Luna was Harry's girlfriend, she died when Harry was in sixth year. I hope to get more into that late. Hermione was in France for about eight or nine months, through most of her pregnancy. And Ron just can't, but it's not going to matter too much for awhile.

PinkytheSnowman: I would never insult you! Thanks for liking my commentary, it's fun to write.

And to everyone else: Glad I'm not predictable and you liked the food fight. You all rock, and I'll try to get even more reviews answered next chapter! I promise it will be out in no more than 2 weeks time.