A/N:  Hello everyone!!  I'm happy to say that *I* (glares at Laura) didn't even take one month to update this chapter.  Just kidding!!  No, Laura forced me to sit down and write, and even then she had to pretty much do the whole bottom half which is Harry's Point of View.  And more or less nudge me in the right direction on Ron's Point of View.  I'm just coming up a complete blank recently.  Let me just say that I have….problems.  *lol*  But I do have an excuse.  I won't bore you with my sob story, but I just want it on the record that I do have one.  And no, vacation was not included in that.  The only thing the vacation did was cause me to go broke.  Hmm, it occurs to me that I have two sob stories.  Does anyone care?  I didn't think so!  *lol*  Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter, all the good parts are Laura's, the bad one's mine (she's such an awesome writer).   I know some people have complained that we are ruining their lives and things, but…isn't that the point?  *lol*  But don't worry, I'm reasonably certain that our favorite characters will have a long and rosy future together. 

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****Ron's POV****

I wanted to hit something.  Hard.

No, I wanted to hit someone.

Harry.  I wanted to hurt him very badly. 

The stupid git.  No, that was being too polite.  He was a bastard. 

Those were my thoughts as I threw myself face down on the lumpy bed in Harry's room. 

I was still in shock from what I had just seen.  Harry had ruined my life.  My relationship with Hermione was so far dead and buried, I knew I would never get it back. 

But he hadn't only ruined my relationship with Hermione.  He had also hurt her.  He had gone for blood, and got it. 

I pushed myself up off the bed.  I had to talk to her, to tell her.  Everything.  She needed to know.  She deserved to know. 

I grabbed the doorknob and stepped out into the hall, before pulling up short.  I had come face to face with Hermione.

She stared at me for a couple of seconds and then she did something I would never have thought my Hermione could ever do.  She attacked me. 

Well, she didn't attack me, she slammed me back into the door which thankfully had just closed behind me, put her soft hands on either side of my face…

And then she kissed me, and I was lost.

Oh, how I had missed those kisses.  I looped one arm around her neck, the other settled on her waist, and then I put all my concentration into kissing her back. 

And I liked it.

My fingers toyed with the sensitive skin on the nape of her neck.  I knew just how much she liked that.

But wait a minute…

I'm kissing Hermione.  No, she is kissing me.  As in Harry. 

I immediately shoved her away. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded. 

"I'm kissing you." She said it as if it should have been obvious.  And really, that much was obvious. 

"But why?"

"Why not?  You kissed me!" 

Oh yeah.

She did think Harry had kissed her.  Still, why was she kissing him now?  Especially since she already has a boyfriend. 

"But what about Ron?"

Her eyes turned dark. 

"What about him?" she said, her voice sharp. "He doesn't care about me anymore, so why should I care about him?" 

I was speechless. 

"But…"

She cut me off.  "Why did you kiss me, Harry?"

"I didn't!  You kissed me!"

"You did!  You kissed me yesterday!  Why, Harry?  Because you wanted to, that's why!"

I opened my mouth, and then closed it again.  I didn't know what to say to that.

It didn't matter though.  She took another step towards me.  "You did want to, didn't you Harry?"

I couldn't tear my eyes away.  She looked so beautiful, standing there looking up at me.  Her cheeks were flushed, her brown eyes staring into mine.  But then her face kind of closed up.  She took a step back, her head down. 

"Or...You know what..." she laughed a small, weak laugh.  "I should have realized, you didn't want me, did you Harry? You just wanted to make Ginny jealous.  You –" her eyes flashed in the smallest of movements. "You think what Ron thinks.  I should have realized..."

She turned to run away from me, and I threw my hand out to stop her but air was all I caught.

"No!  Hermione!  Wait."  She hadn't stopped so I followed her back into my sister's room, barely catching the door before it was slammed shut in my face. 

She had thrown herself face down on the extra bed that had been set up for her.  I sat down beside her. 

"Hermione?"  She was crying so hard the whole bed was practically shaking. 

I had no idea what to do.  I had never been confronted with a hysterical Hermione before.  Oh, she had cried before.  Several times, but she had never cried this way in front of me. 

I patted her on the back in what I hoped was a comforting manner.  Now what, though.  This obviously wasn't helping because she was still crying hard enough to crack a rib. 

I decided to go ahead and say what I needed to say.

"Hermione, I have never thought you were ugly.  You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I love you.  That...bastard…had no idea what he was saying to you.  He…"

She had rolled over on her side and was looking up at me.  Her face was red and blotchy, and covered with tears, but she was still beautiful to me. 

"You love me?" she whispered, interrupting me.

"Of course I love you, that's what I'm trying to tell you, I've sw…" I never got to finish.  She leaned up and kissed me, her soft lips opening under mine. 

****Harry's POV****

I had hit the bottom.  I felt myself falling, I felt the crash, and heard the shatter.  There may have been the tiniest light creeping through the top, but just right now I couldn't see it.

I lost them both.  I lost both of my best friends.  The only friends I ever cared about losing anyway. 

I could say it wasn't my fault.  That it was Ron who ruined my life to begin with, but the truth was, even if he did, I was the one who needed to get even.  I was the one who was immature, and instead of just trying to fix things with my life, I had to screw up his too. And in turn it just messed up my life even more.

I was alone, and I was tired.  I wiped at my eyes, slowly making my way into the living room, and flopping down on the couch.

I didn't even want to think about what was going to happen next.  It was just going to get worse, and in the next moment I was proved right.

I heard Ginny in the kitchen, calling something out to the twin's and then a door slam.  But it wasn't Ginny who had left the house, it had been Fred and George.

I crawled off the couch into the floor and pressed as close to the couch as possible, hoping she wouldn't see me.

"What are you doing?" 

I looked up to find Ginny standing over me.  She said it almost accusingly. I wanted to hate her for it.  I wanted to hate her for hating me -- Harry, I wanted to hate her not believing that I was Ron. But I couldn't.

I climbed back onto the couch, mumbling that I had accidentally rolled off.  I knew my face was red, but she didn't seem to notice.  She threw herself down on the other end of the couch and grabbed a book.

I watched her, wondering if I would *ever* be able to hate her.  I doubted it.

Her fiery red hair was wildly tangled, but it still looked good on her.  Her cheeks were flushed, from being outside and she just had an aura of…I couldn't even put it into words.

I doubted it even more.

She then looked up at me. "What?"  She closed her book, though I was almost positive she had never been reading it anyway.

"Nothing."

"No," she snapped. "It was not nothing."

I groaned, "I'm not in the mood for this, Ginny."

She slammed the book down next to her. "I am. *Ron*."

I tried to set my face impassively. "What is your problem?"

"What's yours?! All you keep doing is fighting with me."  Ginny swallowed, and I became aware of how much she was pretending like she was angry.  The truth was, she was about to cry. 

She always wanted to be strong. I was in love with her because of it, but at that moment I didn't want to be.

I just wanted it over.  I just wanted out.  I didn't want to be Ron anymore. "We always fight, Ginny," I said numbly. "Some things never change."

She stared at me then.  Anger, worry, and distrust shown in her eyes. She didn't know what to do. Ginny opened her mouth, before closing it quickly.  "I'm leaving now."

"Good for you."

"Ron?"

"What?"

She held up her chin slightly. "You can't fool me for long."

I let out a slow breath of air as I watched her leave.  This day had been hell.

And it wasn't over yet.

Screams were echoing from upstairs.  Ginny.

I could tell that she wasn't in any kind of danger, but from the sound of it someone else was.

I ran through the kitchen and up the stairs, coming to a stop in the hallway outside of Ginny's room. 

I had a very good view of what was going on.  Ron and Hermione had been cozied up together on top of Hermione's bed.  Only Ginny, and of course, Hermione, thought it was me. 

And it all came back to*Ron*.  He had just made Ginny think I was messing around with Hermione.  And as for Hermione, she thinks she and I are…

And for the smallest second, all my regrets for what I did to Hermione flew away, because if I had ruined Ron's life too than it was worth it.

But here he was, ruining my life again.  Nothing fazed him for long.

Ginny turned to look at me, open-mouthed and pale.

Her eyes were wide, and she had reached the last straw.  The tears spilled over.  She glanced at a guilty Ron in my body for a second, before staring back at me.  In her eyes I read it all.

I was not alone at rock bottom.

"*Harry*," my voice came out croaky. "Get the hell away from Hermione."

And then a streak of brown flashed in front of me, and Hermione was hissing obscenities at me as she pushed me back into Ron's room.

"Ronald Weasley, you bastard!  How dare you get mad at Harry, or me?  You and I are over!  That's the way you wanted it isn't it? That's how it's going to be!"

But I could tell from the way she said it, that she hated the words coming out of her mouth. "Hermione, I…"

"Don't you *ever* talk to me!  You gave up the right to talk to me.  You lost the right to even know me, so stay the hell away!" and with that the door was slammed in my face. 

I sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed, still hearing screaming and yelling from across the hall. 

Chaos. 

That's what my life was.  Total Chaos. 

Minutes ago I had said that this was what had began it all, but at this second I couldn't force my mind to think of anything other than the fact that one thing remained unchanged.

I was going to kill Ron.