Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!

Hermione stretched out on the swing in the sun porch with her favorite book. It was late, everyone was in bed. She thought she would relax after a day of shopping with Fleur and her bridesmaids. It was a warm night, the air had the smell of lilacs in it. She smiled as she read. She could feel every muscle in her body ease.

Bang! The noise of the front door closing startled her. Bill stood on the porch, looking at her.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. I couldn't sleep. I will leave you alone." The iciness in Bill's voice was not lost on Hermione.

"Wait! Bill, I think we are due for a talk." Hermione couldn't believe she was saying this.

"We have nothing to say to each other. Our friendship ended with a letter five years ago."

"Come on, Bill. Don't be immature. You know why I wrote that letter." Hermione sighed.

"Me? Immature? What is immature is to dump someone without doing it to there face. What is immature is not telling them why. Why did you write that letter?" Bill asked.

"Because, I was tired of hiding. I wanted a relationship that everyone approves and a boyfriend who can meet my friends. I wanted someone who can make me happy."

"I didn't make you happy? If you really had loved me, you wouldn't care what everyone else thinks. You broke my heart-"

"Don't say that, Bill"

"Its true!" Bill said "You did break my heart. You think I cared about that age difference? I didn't! Did you think you would make me happy by hooking up with my younger brother? Well, you were wrong. I just want to ask you one thing: Do you love him?"

"Ron is very special to me. I-"

Bill cut her off. "I didn't ask if he was special. I want to know if you love him."

"I...You know what? I don't have to answer you! I have no obligation."

"Your obligation to answer me started when you kissed me five years ago."

"YOU are the one who kissed ME, may I remind you. The answer is, yes, I DO love Ron." Hermione glared at Bill.

"I don't believe you."

Hermione stood up and ran inside, slamming the door after her. For hours Bill sat on the porch, wishing he hadn't been so harsh on her. Seeing her after so long brought up feelings he forgot he had inside him. She touched a nerve in him. He realized he still loved her.

"Oi! My-Own, I have to go out today, a problem with an order for the shop. See you later." Ron gave her a kiss and left the room. Hermione, still in bed, sighed deeply. She was very hurt from what Bill had said to her the night before. Though she tried to deny it, she never fully got over him.

Hermione got up and put on a short, pink sundress that showed off her curves. She made her way down to breakfast, but someone stepped in front of her. Her anger flared when she saw Fleur staring at her, tapping her foot.

"You leetle girl, ven vill you ever learn to stay avay from my love." Fleur's eyes shot daggers at Hermione.

"I have nothing to do with Bill"

"Don't lie. I saw you last night vith 'im."

"I can talk to whomever I want. There is nothing between me and Bill. Leave me alone." Hermione stepped around Fleur and continued down to the kitchen, where she found Mrs. Weasley serving eggs, bacon, and Hermione's favorite, kippers. Hermione sat down at the table and began to eat. She was almost done with her toast when Bill came in and sat down. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife when Mrs. Weasley went outside to hang the wash.

"Listen about last night, I am sorry." Bill broke the silence.

"Don't be. I understand. I was wrong to break it off that way."

"Hermione, you are too forgiving for your own good. So...erm...I am going for a walk. Would you like to join-" Bill was interrupted by a loud bang. There stood Arthur Weasley.

"Dad, I thought you should be at work. What's the matter?" Bill asked. Mr. Weasley's face was stark white, with a horrified expression on his face.

"Where is you mother?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"I'm here. Arthur, love, what is wrong?" Mrs. Weasley walked in from the yard.

"It's Ron. He was attacked."

Mrs. Weasley let out a scream. "Ronnie! What do you mean, 'attacked'"

"Well, he was at his shop when some young blokes came in. They attempted to rob him. Then they attacked him. That is all I know. He is at St. Mungo's" Mr. Weasley replied. "He might not make it."

Hermione sat by her boyfriend's hospital bed while his parents talked to a Healer.

"They used a highly dangerous, new curse on him that caused him to bleed internally. We are working on a counter curse. In the mean time, we are giving him a stream of new blood. I must admit to you, the chances of him making it are slim." The Healer explained to the Weasley's.

"Ron might die."

sorry it took so long to update. college is hectic. dont be mad, please.