A/N: So, did you like? Poor, Harry I know. Don't worry; I never said there wouldn't be any smut between Harry and Hermione!

Warning! This chapter and future ones will contain smut and may not be suitable for the immature audience! Enough said, read and review! (Enjoy!)

The trio had decided to live in the Black House that Harry got from Sirius when he passed away. They spent a week cleaning and touching up before settling down to focus on hunting down the last 4 Horcruxes. Harry reached the house and walked inside to hear yet another argument between the engaged couple.

"RON ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?" she yelled, up on her toes.

"UM, NO!"

He was towering over her, both red in the face.

"AND WHY THE HELL OUT? FINDING THE 4TH HORCRUX IS YOUR JOB TOO!"

"I KNOW! BUT A BLOODY QUIDDITCH GAME WAS ON! HELPING HARRY COULD'VE WAITED 1 BLOODY HOUR!"

Hermione was on the verge of tears, looking over to see Harry. They shared a moment, her eyes crying for help, his answering in hurt and regret.

"IF I HAD KNOWN YOU'D BE UP MY BLOODY ARSE WITH HARRY, THEN MAYBE I SHOULD'VE PROPOSED TO SOMEONE BETTER AND MORE IMPORTANT LIKE LAVENDER!"

It was at this moment, Hermione slowly turned to look at Ron with ultimate disgust. Shocked and hurt by his words, she gasped ever so slowly before turning away and running upstairs to her room, hands covering her face and slightly silencing her sobs. When they heard the slam of her door, Harry looked back at Ron wanting nothing more but to kill him.

"That's what? Your 3rd time choosing a damn game over helping her? What kind of husband are you planning to be Ron?" he asked, fists ready to swing.

"I'm sorry mate. I don't know what came over me."

"Bloody hell Ron, I'll kill you before Voldemort does."

Harry raised his wand at Ron, who stood there quivering in fear.

"Harry, I said I was sorry!"

"NO! YOU SHOULD BE SAYING SORRY TO HER! STOP TREATING HER LIKE SHIT! IT'S KILLING ME TO SEE HER LIKE THIS EVERY OTHER DAMN NIGHT!"

Ron backed away, Harry's wand still facing him

"Ok, I'll tell her I'm sorry!"

"NO, BECAUSE EVERYTIME YOU DO, YOU DON'T MEAN IT! WHY EXACTLY DID YOU PROPOSE TO HER IF YOU TEND TO TREAT LIKE THIS!"

Harry was now on the verge of tears, knowing she'd never cry if he had her hand in marriage.

"Because..because I wanted her to myself and-"

He stopped and sat down as in shock.

"To keep her away from you."

Harry's heart dropped like a bomb, and his wand slipped lifelessly out of his grasp.

"W-what? Why?"

This time, Ron was yelling as Harry stared in shock.

"BECAUSE I KNEW YOU BLOODY LOVED HER! NOT FANCY BUT LOVE! SO I TOLD MYSELF IT'S NOT FAIR YOU, THE BOY WHO LIVED, TO GET EVERYTHING! I WANTED SOMETHING TOO, SO I TOOK HERMIONE! WE MAY ARGUE BUT SHE'S THE ONE WHO SAID YES WHEN I AKSED TO MARRY HER! SO SHE MUST LOVE ME, RIGHT!"

He stopped yelling for Harry had jumped on him and held his hands around Ron's throat. Harry was out of control, but he didn't care. Ron deserved this, for hurting the only person he would die for.

"H-Harry! S-stop I-it!" Ron choked, trying to push him off of him.

Harry, suddenly realizing Ron was turning blue in the face, backed away.

"I hope your proud." He sighed.

Ron coughed several times, grabbing at his neck.

"About what?" he spit out.

"Of taking the only love in my life. She wanted me you know and I wanted her. All the fame, the glory, I don't want it! Sometimes I wish you were born with this bloody scar! She loves me, and I love her. Since I can't have her, couldn't you treat her with respect, for who she truly is? You did pull that 'marry me!' shit and now she'll be miserable for the rest of her life, because of you."

With that, Harry went upstairs and headed to the room that Hermione was in. As for Ron, he was still downstairs, thinking of all the mistakes he had suddenly made.