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Chapter 9

"Mione!" Hermione stepped into Ron's apartment to be mobbed by a woman with Lime Green Hair.

"Akane?"

"Hiya! Draco flew me over here, and did my hair. You like?" Akane stepped back so that Hermione could get a good look.

"Lime green, and I thought you couldn't get crazier." Hermione smiled and sunk into the couch next to Draco.

"And guess what else!" Akane didn't give anyone a chance to guess, "I have a new boy-friend!" She squeezed her way in between Draco and Hermione. Draco smirked his trademark smirk, and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Y'all's Funeral."

"You know, your American accent is horrible, I like the British one better." Ron smiled, squeezing his way onto the couch, making it wheeze and emit a small puff of dust.

"Well, if I had something better to do with my mouth rather than talk you wouldn't have to deal with it now would ya?"

"Hmm, Like this." Ron gave Hermione a quick peck.

"Nah, more like this." Hermione grabbed Ron by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a large kiss, accidentally falling onto Akane.

"Ahh! Death by Friend's snogging! I'm going to suffocate here on this couch and the last thing I'll see is the horrors of this snogfest!" Hermione and Ron ignored Akane's shrieks, and Draco finally helped pull her out from the couch.

"Well, gee, thanks for being so worried about my Safety 'Mione. Just for that, I think I should go spend the night at Draco's, you know, He says he was the sex god of Slytherin!" Akane forged anger. Hermione merely gave Akane the thumbs up before letting her arm fall back to Ron's neck. Akane smiled and left the apartment with Draco.

A minute or so after they had left, Ron pulled away from the kiss. "Shouldn't you be worried for Akane? He was called the sex god of Slytherin."

"Nah, Back in America I was worried that guys were only using her for her good looks, now I know it's a fact that Draco probably is using her for her good looks. Plus, they do seem to be a lot alike, who knows; maybe Draco will break the Malfoy's Pure-Blood line."

"If you say so," Ron smiled, sitting upright again on the couch, "Hermione, we need to talk."

"Okay, What about?"

"Well, it's been about 3 weeks since we found you right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, what are we going to do about it?"

"Hmm?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, not sure how to respond to Ron.

"This might work for now, but what about when Quidditch season starts in a few months. You've got your whole life centered in America; I've got my whole life centered in England."

"Oh…that. The truth is, I've been thinking about it, and I think that until there is a serious reason to why I should come back to England, I'll just stay in America. I mean, I can come back for some of your games and for a few dates and such but I don't think we need to up-root ourselves merely to date, do you" Hermione sat up, clearly stating a well practiced thought process.

"Well, yeah, I guess." Ron sat up, looking slightly distracted. "Can you hold on a moment"

"Uh, yeah." Ron stood up and briskly walked amongst the house. When he finally reappeared he stood with his hands behind his back, his ears rather red.

"Hermione, I was thinking of doing this later, but now is a good time as any I guess." Ron walked back to the couch.

"No time like the present" Hermione nodded.

"Well, okay here goes nothing." Ron sighed and brought his hands from behind his back. In them was a small black box. Prying the box open Reveled a simple diamond ring with to small diamonds next to a larger one. Ron slid off the couch and to one knee. "Hermione, will you give me the pleasure of being my wife"

Hermione sat perfectly still for a minute, tears beginning to fill her eyes. Suddenly she flung herself to Ron, wrapping her arms around his back a sobbing and muttering.

"Wait, what did you say" Ron pulled back slightly so that Hermione's voice was no longer muffled.

"I'm so sorry, Ron, I can't." Hermione pulled back from him"I...I just can't I'm sorry." Ron stood up and faced the bookshelves.

"I understand its okay." His voice sounded distance and slightly far away. They sat in silence for a few moments.

"I'll...I'll be at Ginny's." Hermione finally stood and left the room.

Hermione fell face first out of the fireplace at Harry's and Ginny's kitchen. She didn't even have time to pull herself back up before she began to cry again.

"Hermione" Ginny yelled, dropping a bowl with the sudden appearance of her friend.

"Mia! Mia" Alex yelled from the top of the table, completely undisturbed by the crash of Hermione or the bowl.

"Hermione, what's wrong" Ginny asked, helping her up and dusting her off.

"What Happened" Harry came bolting into the Kitchen, panicked by the crashes.

"That's what I want to know." Ginny led Hermione to a chair at the table, still absent-mindedly dusting dirt off Hermione.

"Well...uhh" Hermione dropped her head, tears falling again. "Ron just asked me to marry him, but I said no."

"What? Why" Ginny asked, sliding into the chair next to him.

"Well, we've only been dating for about 3 weeks really, and I haven't seen him in 5 years and I'd have to give up everything in America and...I don't know, it just doesn't feel right, right now." Hermione spoke really quickly without taking a breath.

"Oh." Harry replied. "I'm going to go see him." And with a crack he was gone.

"Hermione." Ginny pulled Hermione into a hug and let her cry on her shoulder.

"Oh, I feel so bad, he might be crushed, and what if he never asks me again? What if he doesn't think I love him? What if he gets depressed? What if something happens to him"

"Hermione, 'Mione, calm down." Ginny leaned back and shook Hermione slightly. "He'll understand, He waited 5 years for you, he won't just give up for one bump in the road."

"Denying a proposal is a pretty big bump, Ginny."

"Yeah well I'm sure he'll understand. Did you know that he turned down almost every girl in both your and my year at Hogwarts while he was in 7th year"

"You exaggerate Ginny."

"Nope, every single girl in both our years excluding you and myself has been rejected at least once by Mr. Ronald Weasley. Heck, I even asked him out once as a joke, it was great; he didn't talk to me for a week. A week in Paradise I might add." Ginny smiled fondly at the memory. "I don't know if your remember Silvia in my year, but she asked him out every other day, and she kept asking me for tips. It was bloody annoying."

"Yeah, but he's never been rejected before."

"Are you forgetting Fleur? He still blushes madly when he sees Bill and her together, he was so embarrassed."

"Well, nobody expected her to except him, and that was just some stupid dance, this it a Proposal for Marriage"

"Hermione trust me, He'll be fine. Harry will explain, and I'm sure he's already figured some of it out for himself. Don't worry a smidge about it. Now, would you like some tea or something, and we'll wait for Harry to come back."

Hermione sat quietly for a moment before looking up to Ginny. "You're sure he won't hate me" Ginny nodded. "Then tea sounds very nice."

"Ron? Ron? Mate where are you" Harry called into the darkness of his friend's apartment. He heard muffled calling from the door-wall, and he walked to it. "Show me Ron." He told it, and the wall immediately opened to the library. Ron sat on the middle of the floor, a burgundy and gold book in his lap, Which Harry recognized to be Ron's scrapbook.

"I thought she loved me. I really thought she loved me."

"She does, mate."

"She doesn't want to marry me! Does that sound like Love to you mate" Ron rose to his feet; he's anger starting to build.

"She has her reasons..."

"REASONS! REASONS! LOVE NEEDS NO REASONS" Ron screamed, chucking his book at Harry.

"Ron, Ron calm down. Hear me out."

"Hear you out! All I know is that she didn't want to marry me and that's all I need to know" Ron screamed. As he yelled, several books came flying off the shelves, hitting the ground at odd angles.

"Ron! The girl hasn't seen you in 5 years! You can't expect her to drop everything she worked for just for you."

"I'D DO IT FOR HER" Ron shouted, books now flying towards Harry. Harry ducked, only standing up again when the book smashed against the wall behind him.

"Would you" Harry asked calmly.

"Of course I would" Ron said slightly calmer now that he had thrown several books around.

"You would leave all of this and move into Hermione's house in America, Give up your job and look for a different and possibly muggle one, Merely for Hermione"

"Uhh"

"You would give up daily contact with me and your family, just to live with Hermione, who you've barely seen in 5 years"

"I would, I would Harry." Ron sat down again on the floor. "I love her, Harry. I really love her."

"Did you tell her that"

"No, I guess not."

"Well, I Suggest that you wait a little while, and then go back to her, I'm sure she wants to make this work as much as you do."

Ron looked up and met Harry's eyes. "Thanks Mate. You're always there for me. Sorry for chucking books at you."

"No problem, I understand. Where's Dobby though? I could use some tea."

"Come on, right this way."

Okay, abnormally short chapter but, I had momentary (Week long) writer's block.

Okay here's my plan!
This story will probably be done in 2 or 3 chapters.

After this story I will post a Lily/James story titled "A Delayed Reaction."

Summary: "'Lily loves me, I know it, and she's loved me since the day we met. All she's having is a delayed reaction to the feeling…and really delayed Reaction…Stop laughing Sirius!' "

After "A Delayed Reaction" I will Post a follow up story to this Fic.

It will be based on one or two of the Weasley or Potter children in this fic, maybe as they go into Hogwarts or something. Please go to wwwDOTlivejournalDOTcom/users/rebekahek623/ to help pick which child I should write about.

Thanks a bunch sorry so Short

Sorry so Short

BEK