Disclaimer: no, I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: thanks for the reviews you are so cool! And just to clear of things: A).this is not a Harry/Hermione fic I would never write one not in a life time. B). this is a sad fic BUT! If I could then I would have categorized it as romance/angst/drama.
C). I recommend to read this chapter with the song "Sing Me to Sleep" by The Smiths at the background. D). the reason why Hermione Harry and didn't left him will come later in the story. : -)
Chapter Two
Love Is a Many Splendid Things
When it comes to comparing Harry to Ron I always sum it up in one sentence. Harry thinks Ron knows. Harry think my favorite flower is rose, Ron knows its lily. Harry thinks my favorite book is Hogwarts: A History, Ron knows its Princess Bride. Harry think my favorite color is green, Ron knows it's blue. Harry thinks, Ron knows.
His wife's name is Elizabeth "Liz" Gellar-Weasley. Ron doesn't really love her; he told me that right before his wedding and I told him I understand, could I not? I wanted him to be happy but this marriage were nothing but joyful. Two months into the marriage Ron found out that Liz was unfaithful she had and affair with a coworker in her office. I cannot say I was surprised nor can I say that Ron was heartbroken.
"I talked with her last night." Ron said in the kitchen as I chopped a tomato for the salad I was about to serve. "Did she try to deny it?" his eyes twinkled as he smiled. "His name is David. He was two years above us in Ravenclow and some kind of an old flame before the two reunited at work." He took a piece of a chopped tomato into his mouth. "So it's over then?" I couldn't hide my delight. "It was over before it even began." He whispered so no one can here and moved closer to me and kissed me on the forehead. "Watch it, Ron, she's a married woman." Harry joked as he walked into the kitchen as caught us. In all my two years of marriage I was always loyal to Harry. It was my decision and Ron's supported it, we came to a mutual agreement that we cannot risk our friendship with Harry, in my case my marriage to Harry, because there is already too much damage.
"She knows I love you." He said as I walked him to the door. Harry was in the living room still talking with Ginny. "How?" was all I could say as we walked out side to the front porch. "She realized long time ago. That's was one of the reasons she never felt guilty for cheating on Me." he laughed heartedly. I came closer to him and he embraced me with him heat and I raised my head up and sank in his blue orbs. "Ron I-" he shushed me with his finger on my lips move it aside to cup my cheeks and lean foreword. I could lie and say I saw sparks or at least that I felt my knees go weak. I felt complete.
I look at Harry every single night. I watch him sleep, I watch him inhale and exhale air silently and peacefully and all I can think is what Ron's doing at this specific minute. Does he think of me when he's in bed? Does he hardly ever sleep knowing that the person he truly loves is with the wrong person? In my entire two years of marriage there wasn't a night where I never felt guilty. It's either being guilty for having those feelings for Ron and knowing that he feels the same and then the guilt for being with Harry take its place.
I feel Harry turning and putting his arm around me and placing butterfly kisses on my neck. "Not tonight, Harry." I whisper softly trying to sound as normal as it gets. "Why not? I miss you, Hermione." I tensed up when he lowered his hands and stroked my thigh and continued kissing me now on my collar bone and let out a small whimper and I shiver when his cold hands reach stomach. There is no escape. "I love you Hermione." He whispered when it's over and I look at him with blank eyes and automatically say "me too."
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