"Wait," she heard someone call behind her and she quickened her pace.

"Hermione, wait." It was him. He caught up to her and touched her elbow. She bit her lip and turned around.

"Yes?" she asked.

"I—I was just thinking maybe we could talk a little," he said.

"Ok," she said, irritably, "what do you want to talk about?"

"I dunno," he stuttered. "How have you been the past six years?"

"Oh, cut the crap, Ron," Hermione said. "What do you want?"

"I don't want anything," he admitted. "I just want to know if you're ok."

"Well, I'm fine Ron. I'm perfectly fine," she said as the anger welled up inside her.

"No," Ron said shaking his head, "I don't think you are."

She glared at him. "And what did you grow up to be, a psychiatrist?" she sneered.

He shook his head. "Why don't we go get something to eat, and catch up?" he asked.

"No," she said.

"Come on," he said, "you might have fun."

"No," she said firmly. "Why would I want to go anywhere with you?"

"Oh, Hermione, I think you just need to get over what happened. It was six years ago," he said.

"I'm sorry, Ron, but it's not that simple. I can't get over the fact that you left me… pregnant."

"You know I didn't know you were pregnant at the time. I didn't know until Ginny told me, but then it was too late."

"But why did you leave in the first place?" she asked, trying not cry. "Ron, I loved you."

He looked down at his feet. "Hermione, I'm sorry," he said.

"It's not that easy, Ron," she said. "You think that just one little, 'I'm sorry,' will change my mind?"

"Look, I loved you since the day I met you. I loved you for seven years, and you didn't even notice. You didn't even care about me, until you went through all the other guys. Admit it Hermione, I was never good enough for you. I never was what you wanted."

"That's not true…" she said.

"You know it was true. You only loved me after every guy had broken your heart. You only ever loved me that one night. You didn't even know you were pregnant until after I left you."

"But why did you leave?" she asked again, crying now.

"I… I didn't want to get hurt. I loved you so much. I knew it would never work out. You were too good for me. I knew you'd get tired of me and move on to someone better. I didn't want that to happen, so the next day I just left."

"I did love you. I loved you for all those years, but I just didn't realize it, until that night," she said.

"Yeah, well I realized it a long time ago," he said.

She took a step closer to him. "Ron, I loved you six years ago, and I still love you."

"I've always loved you, Hermione, and I always will love you. But you, you just get tired of things. You get bored. You'll get bored of me so why don't we just let it be as it is." He took a step back.

"Ron, don't do this…"

"Alright, you win. I'll go," he said quietly, walking away.

"Wait," she said. He turned around. "Stay with me."

He looked at her and shook his head. "Like you said before, it's not that easy." He turned around.

"Ron, wait," she said pulling his arm back. "We can make it that easy, we can," she said hopefully.

"No, Hermione," he said. "We can't."

"Don't say that. You love me and I love you, that is all that matters," she said.

"No, that's not 'all that matters'," he said, frustrated. "Hermione, things weren't supposed to happen for us. Don't you get it?" he asked turning around once more.

"Don't say that, Ron." He started walking. "You don't mean it," she called after him. "Ron, wait. Ron!" she called after him, but he didn't stop. "Ron, stop! Come back!" she cried. And soon her cries were just an echo in his ears.