Disclaimer: Obsession...dedicated...sheer love are all things you can link between Harry Potter and me but ownership? Nope, sadly not.
Hey. This story is starting to wind down and I have to tell you there will be no other sequel. I don't like to hang onto the same story for too long. But I have a new Ron/Hermione story planned which is very serious and I'm thinking more dramatic than 'His Hermione'.
summerxkiss2: Yes he does eventually have to discover her 'little' secret. Hah..I'm glad you like the whole Alex and Seamus deal.
dancerrdw: Thanks.
singdownthemoonHorselvr: LOL...that must've been confusing. Thinking it's the other story really mixes things up. Cool, sounds like you had fun with your mom. My mom, my dad, and I went out too. Cheers to moms.
piratingspiderelf: Yeah it is totally a permanent PMS. It'll all unfold in this chapter.
Weasel Princess: First person I've read who has sympathy for Hermione as well as Ron.
Aimz16: I'm sorry but I can't make it any longer...lol. He will definitely find out in this chapter.
TheDaughterOfKings: Thank you.
IamRupertFan: Thanks. Thanks. Thanks.
One With A Constant Sugar High: Yess! I canNOT wait till HBP. I feel like my life will be complete for those awe-inspiring hours till lasts me! Oh and about Hermione...the answers aren't very far off.
mystikalolo: He's getting paranoid with lack of knowledge. Don't worry it'll all unfurl alright.
hpchick13: Cool. Yes well while it might not be explained in this chapter. Ron will find out about it in this chapter.
Magic and sparkle: Haha I'm guessing the fingers crossed and red toenails bugged to you lots, eh?
Albino Redneck: You'll soon find out.
QueEnfullofDrama: Oh no! Not another angry mob!
gonzogirl: Oh wow. I've never let you down? Really? Thanks so much.
PinkyTheSnowman: Nope Alex isn't going to be a daddy anytime soon. And the rest of the questions go answered. I like the 'Curious' perfume too.
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Cactus: Hehe, I love cliffhangers too.
'And you said I was naive. And I thought I was strong. I thought "Hey I can leave, I can leave." But now I know I was wrong cause I missed you. Yeah I missed you'-Lisa Loeb
He never thought he'd say this but he was thinking it now. For the first time in his life he decided Hermione didn't look so hot. In fact she was usually far more beautiful. Today, she had bags under her eyes that seemed to give her a haunting look and her expression was that of crankiness and worry. Ron had no clue why she could feel the way she did.
She looked his way only for a moment before hurrying herself into the den. A fire was burning and Ron sat across from her on their couch. In silence they waited for Harry and Luna to arrive. Gone were the hectic feelings of rushing, love, conversation and chaos. He missed it.
Around ten, Harry and Luna arrived to the great relief of both Ron and Hermione.
"Hello," Harry greeted.
Luna stood, limply at his side, her face nonchalant and dull. Her pale face was even paler today and her wavy hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. Ron had expected her to mention something about that incident between her, Harry and himself but nothing was said. He was awfully disappointed. He had almost expected Luna to be his savior and explain was the goings-on were.
"Good Morning," Hermione said in response, "How're you Luna?"
"Peachy keen," she replied, her tone never rising nor falling, "And you?"
"Same old," Hermione said, seeming to feel uncomfortable in talking about her health, "Shall we go?"
"Sure, all apparate?" Ron suggested.
"No!" Hermione spoke up, suddenly making Ron stare, "I mean-no...let's Floo."
"Why? You're only going to get your dress all sooty," Ron stated, confused.
"Yes, well, aparating is rather dangerous, anyways," Harry imputed, "I never liked it."
"You never liked Flooing either until now," Ron said with a slight edge.
Why was Harry protecting Hermione? In fact what was he protecting her from?
"What do you think, Luna?" Harry asked her.
She didn't hesitate to answer, "Let's Floo."
It was a rather unpleasantly rainy day unfortunately for Seamus and Alex's wedding. However, they went on with the joyous occasion and Ron soon found himself sitting in a chair beside Hermione in some large and beautiful building. He knew it couldn't be what Muggles called a church. It had far too few crosses. Rather it was an old Muggle theatre as Harry had explained.
Ron's 'suit' felt awfully tight around the corners and the places where he'd have to bend the most so throughout most of the ceremony he had been tugging at it awkwardly. Hermione, on the other hand, was sitting perfectly still and her eyes had never gazed from the actual marriage ceremony. Then again her dress was about two sizes too big by the looks of it. He wondered why she had chosen to wear such a baggy gown when she had about ten others much more attractive than it.
"I do," Alex agreed, finally putting an end to the long ceremony.
"I now announce you two husbands," the man directing the wedding declared, "You may now kiss your-er-groom."
Ron could tell this man in black was having a little trouble deciding how to word the parts where most would say bride or wife. He smiled slightly to himself. He could no longer share anything like this with Hermione.
The groom and the other groom shared a kiss and were hand-in-hand as they ran down the aisle, grinning from ear to ear. Flower petals and rice were thrown over them. It was a rather beautiful sight, Ron had to admitt and at the moment he had no clue whether his weding would be the same way or not. And suddenly in that one small little moment he almost felt like crying. His solid, normal expression was becoming harder to control. He tried to force himself to hold on if not for only the moment.
He knew he couldn't help from crying yet he knew he couldn't do it here in front of Hermione, his friends, his old classmates, and various family members. He pushed past Hermione and rushed to a side exit.
"Ron?" she called, "Ron!"
He could feel her eyes burn the back of his neck as he reached the hall outside of the large room. Quickly, he procceeded to head outside. Luckily this 'theatre' was close a park, which he headed to. Parks were calming, unpopulated and large enough for him to loose anyone who attempted to find him. Ron paced down a tar pathway in the park, waving for a good ten minutes before he relaxed and took a seat at a bench.
Against the cold, his tears had dried but he still felt miserable. He reached up to the leash he wore around his neck so Hermione'd be pleased with him and loosened it. It felt silky to touch and Ron was surprised he could still feel the fabric. He had thought he'd gone all numb. He cupped his hands over his eyes and massaged his face for comfort. Releasing a long sigh, he swung his arm around the bench. Instantly he felt a bumpy path on it. It felt like braille. Sitting up and investigating he found it was a stone plaque glued to the bench in honor of some man.
This bench is dedicated to the loving memory of
Doug Horton
1919-1980
Father, son, brother, lover
Spoke words of true love.
"If you love something let it go free.
If it doesn't come back you never had it.
If it comes back, love it forever."
Ron stared at it for a long time. Maybe that's what he and Hermione needed. To let each other go and see if they would ever return to each other. Weren't they all just one big piece of destiny? Harry, himself, had proved that's all they were. He couldn't escape his destiny no matter how much he had wanted to. Now, maybe, Ron couldn't either. A life of loneliness and unfelt lust was perhaps what he should go back too.
"Ron?"
Ron looked up hoping against all odds it would be Hermione. To his disappointment it was only Harry.
"Yeah, what'd you want?" Ron demanded, crossly.
"I came to look for you. We're all worried," Harry explained, timidly approaching him.
"I bet you were," Ron said, softly, "But what about Hermione?"
"What're you talking about? She's more worried that all of us put together," Harry clarified, eyes wide.
"Load of dung!" Ron cried out.
"Then what do you think she's feeling?" Harry inquired, sitting beside him on the bench.
"Relief that I'm finally gone," Ron snapped back.
"That's not true at all. Why would you even imagine something like that?" Harry implored, eyebrows raised.
"Because it's reality! Harry that day I went to you and said we were distant, do you remember it? Yes well since that day everything's gone down hill!" Ron said, gesturing wildly.
"Maybe you're over exaggerating," Harry rationalized the situation.
"Why in bloody hell are you defending her?" Ron exclaimed, causing people talking a walk in the park to turn and stare.
Harry shut his mouth and looked horribly guilty.
"So now you're quiet, eh? Quiet when I most need an explaination from you?" Ron continued, furiously, "Well let me give you the facts. Me and Hermione? We're finished. I love her like I've never loved anyone before but if things are alwasy going to be this way between us then what's the point? I'm tired of all this drama all the time. I'm getting too old for this. I give up!"
He stood and started to walk away. Harry tried keeping up with him calling his name like crazy. But Ron wouldn't stop. Suddenly he didn't feel so sad or so lonely. All he felt was angry. Angry at Hermione for doing whatever she was doing and angry Harry for helping her hide it. He was tired of letting her walk over his heart and imagining he would stay with her. If things were vice versa she would've left him in an instant.
Suddenly, Harry grabbed him by the elbow and spun him around.
"If you leave Hermione, it'll be the biggest mistake of your life," Harry warned.
"Then I guess I'll just have to make the biggest mistake of my life than won't I?" Ron responded, coldly.
"Ron, please, I'm begging you, just give her this one last night and I'll convince her to explain to you by tomorrow," Harry pleaded.
He played a hard bargain and Ron could find himself feeling enticed. If he was going to leave Hermione he might as well find out the reason he was leaving her. He spun back around to face him.
"Alright, but let's just twirl things around a bit. Get her to tell me before midnight or else I'm out," Ron said, walking off.
He was actualy feeling rather proud of himself. Usually he was much more naive yet that deal had been rather clever. Was this how Draco Malfoy felt? A few more steps later he felt more sour. Was this how Draco Malfoy felt? If it was how could he live with himself? Was being less naive and feeling more in control worth it? Was getting power through unhonorable ways worth it?
"Daddy look!" a little boy pointed at Ron and stared at him in awe.
Ron smiled, softly. He was still rather famous. However, how would this boy know him? He was a Muggle and Ron knew his celebrity ended in the Wizarding World.
The father of the boy and the little tyke himself snickered which turned into hysterical laughter. More people passing Ron by also started to giggle and get giddy. Ron looked down at himself. He was perfectly normal...or not. He would have to learn the hard way that the bench he'd sat on was wet with paint. A redish mauve paint. Humiliating.
Perhaps he was still just as naive as he'd always been.
A/N: Helloo...I think it's only going to be two more chapters. I hope you enjoy the ending.
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