A note; this is a little bit longer and changes scenes, I have something major in the story coming up so chapters will start to get longer and change scenes more often.

Hermione growled again and looked up in time to see Ron emerging from the bush. It was easy to tell Ron wasn't happy. "You're marrying Malfoy?" He seemed to ask calmly. Hermione, now scared, stood up and took a few steps back. "I meant to tell you, really I did!" She said panicking. "Oh, did you? I don't remember you ever saying a word about even having a boyfriend, let alone be engaged to be married with Draco Malfoy!"

Ron glared at her, unable to realize why or how someone could walk back into a life they'd left six years ago and an engagement to their worst enemy in the world, aside from the late lord Voldemort.

"Ron you-let me explain!" She yelled now returning to her sour mood she had been in before she'd found out someone had been spying on her. "No, Hermione. I don't want an explanation. I should have known back when.."

"That wasn't what you think it was!"

Ron laughed a laugh that even scared Hermione, causing her to fall right back to the ground. All she had wanted since last night was to go back, go back to the time where she left, go back before the kidnappings.

Ron looked at her on the ground, he was unable to feel anything. He wanted to hurt her, he wanted throw her against a wall and shake sense into her head. It wasn't fair.

"You know what Hermione? It's my turn to leave. Sadly, I have to see you again at least once, but that won't be for long." Ron said throwing a letter in Hermione's lap. "I'll see you tonight, then" He said and with a 'click' he was gone. Hermione read the letter and ripped it up. Allowing her head to out weigh her body it fell to the ground and she was now laying there. She felt like all the years she'd manage to keep such a good head about things were catching up to her, she felt like she wanted to act like a child, she wanted to kick and scream and have an absolute fit, but she couldn't and wouldn't. "Lerita, contact Mr. Malfoy and tell him if he wants this place ready he best be here from work early. I'll be in my room." Hermione screamed as she forced herself up off the ground, into the house, and into her room.

Hermione had been laying in her bed all day, she charmed it to become increasingly cold. Suddenly a loud knock came from the door. "Come in!" she yelled the silently said "if you must"

Lerita emerged from the door holding a bagged silk dress. Hermione rolled her eyes and sat up, staring at the dress. "Am I right to assume that is my outfit for this evening?" Lerita nodded. "Mr. Malfoy asks that you be down within the hour. Guests are already arriving."

Hermione nodded and took the dress.

Ron and Harry walked through the door with a group of several others. Ginny practically attached to Harry's arm. "I can't believe Hermione would be with Malfoy..it's too..odd."

Ron only grunted in response and looked around the room. "I don't see her, maybe I can make quick rounds and be out before she sees me?"

Ron felt a heavy tap on the back of his head, turning around Ginny's hand was in the air to swing again. "We will support Hermione in any choice she makes." Once again, Ron only grunted.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce the man and woman of the hour. Mr. Draco Malfoy and Mrs. Hermione Granger." As the man who introduced the backed away Draco and Hermione took his place. Ron kept his eyes on Hermione who, as he could tell, and a fake smile across her face. As Hermione waved to everyone their eyes met. "Thank you all for coming, since a great deal of you are our friends. We've decided to formally announce our engagement here. Hermione and myself are to be married come April."

This caused a lot of cheering and clapping. Ron shook his head and began to walk out.

Hermione sighed. She let Draco finish showing-off then made her way back to her room. Unable to cope with the world around her and the thoughts she was having she flung herself onto her bed. It was very cold in her room especially with a strapless, silk dress. Curling up she let the icy air hit her as she drifted off into a sleep. A sleep filled with an odd dream.