A/N: Ok, like I promised here's the next chapter! Don't worry, there's more to come! I haven't even started pre-writing yet. :( I will soon, I promise. Until then, enjoy and don't forget to read/review:D

Ron fell asleep on the couch, just waking up from a strange dream. He had dreamed of Hermione going behind his back and marrying Harry instead. He ran his hand threw his red hair and continued to think of what Harry said the previous night. He knew he treated Hermione poorly but it's not like she treated him any better! Ron sat for a few minutes, thinking of how he had treated her for the past 6 years. Within seconds, he decided to change and be more sensible like Harry. Maybe then she'll respect him and they can get along without bickering every second. He took a deep breath and stood up. He walked upstairs and to Hermione's room.

-Knock, knock-

No answer.

"Hermione?" Are you awake?"

He knocked again, still no answer. He went for the doorknob. As soon as he grabbed it, he heard rustling and movement from inside.

"Hermione?"

He heard more rustling and a voice whispering "shh!" Ron felt suspicious, thinking there was someone in there with his fiancée.

"Hermione?"

"I'm coming Ron!" she yelled, panting.

He heard more rustling and quick movement before she finally opened the door. He saw her wrapped in nothing but a thin bed sheet.

"What is it Ron?" she sighed. He brushed his hand threw his hair (similar to how Harry does it) and he look deep in her eyes. She looked back at him, her intense expression easing slowly.

"I'm sorry for treating you as a bad friend. I know I'm not Harry, and I never will be but at least give me a chance. I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you these years, can you ever forgive me?"

He moved closer to her, his hands now in hers. Their fingers twined slowly, both sharing forgiveness and hopeful expressions through each others eyes. Hermione's jaw had dropped slightly at how Ron had talked to her. It was soft, and caring. He smiled at her, looking confused at what to do. Hermione's head was buzzing and before thinking twice, she leaned in and kissed him. It was awkward and short, but fairly good for both of them. They pulled away slowly, and Ron gave her a bone-crushing hug.

"I love you." He rushed.

She silently stood there, breaking down. She didn't know what to do, was this alright? Was Harry watching from behind, feeling betrayed because of me? He started pulling away, she knew he was hurt for she didn't say she loved him. She quickly realized this and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulling him for a kiss on the cheek.

"Love you too." She forcefully said, thinking he were talking to Harry.

Ron smiled, and slowly pulled away from her.

"Nice outfit, looks good on you."

He gave a thumbs-up before walking downstairs. She blushed, then closed the door. She stood against the door, running her hands threw her hair in confusion. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths before opening her eyes. She opened them, finding Harry sitting on the bed. They were speechless, a big problem had risen and they couldn't find any way around it.

"I saw a movie once, Petunia was watching it. Of course she hated it, cause the woman didn't deserved the love she was given. It was called Moulin Rouge and there was a line that I think would suit what were going through."

His face was stone-cold, full of hurt. She knew, she could sense everything he was feeling. She watched him speak, he not once made eye contact with her. She had dug a big hole doing what they did the night before. Now she was tuck and all alone, without him.

"Come what may.." she spoke barely above a whisper, tears finding their way pass her eyes and down her cheeks.

Harry finally looked up at her, eyes filled with hurt and jealously, blocked away by tears. They knew they couldn't be together, Ron had changed. They both knew one day he would, and it was the moment they feared. Harry still had little hope, they could be together and no one had to know. She could still come to him for anything, even if Ron's not being the usual prat he is. They just stood there, not knowing exactly what to do. Hermione wiped her eyes and decided to take a seat next to Harry. She immediately rested her head on his shoulder and there hands twined.

"Nothing will change the way I feel about you Harry. No matter how much Ron changes for me, I'll never love him the way I love you."

Harry's eyes stung with tears and he quietly sobbed from inside. Hermione felt his body shake slightly and she turned to hug him, trying to find a way to save him. He hugged her back, taking in the longing scent of her hair that he loved most about her.

"I love you too Hermione."

It was all he could say. They didn't know what they were doing was right, but they didn't care. He needed her, badly. She wanted him, forever without the annoyance of Ron. If they couldn't be together to the world, they would be together behind those who resented it. They pulled away, Harry kissing her hard against the lips before going downstairs.

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Once Harry went downstairs, he saw Ron reading. Ron looked up and gave a small smile.

"I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean everything I said. I took your advice and I apologized to Hermione. I don't want to hate you Harry, we've been too much to throw it all away, can be still be friends?"

Harry sighed to himself before forcing a smile.

"Sure Ron, friends."

He held out a hand and Ron stood up to shake it. Harry envied Ron because of Hermione, but he knew they would forever share something Ron couldn't.

"That's more like it!" Hermione called while walking downstairs.

Harry, who forced his, and Ron smiled and she swung her arms over their shoulders.

"Like the old days, were the trio again!" She exclaimed, kissing Ron on the lips.

She turned to kiss Harry on his lips, but hesitated remembering Ron was with them and she went for his cheek. Gladly, she was very close to the corner of Harry's lips. They then went to the kitchen where they each took a cup of tea and discussed the location of the fourth Horcux.

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Three months have passed and together they managed to destroy the 4th and 5th Horcruxes. All that was left was Nagini and Voldemort himself. During their journey, Ron almost died twice, thanks to Hermione's quick spell calling he was saved. Ron had changed a lot as well, him and Hermione hadn't bickered once. They started to be more of themselves around each other. Harry hated seeing her all over Ron during breaks of traveling and him doing the same. Each day it killed Harry, he wanted Hermione for himself and he wanted Ron to just accept them. Of course, late at night when the world was asleep, Harry did have Hermione all to himself. They embraced and slept together every night. Eventually, her and Ron shared a room and the same bed. And Harry was left to sleep alone. However, Hermione quietly left Ron at night to go to Harry. No matter what, she always found a way to be with him. They knew making love every night behind Ron's back was wrong, but like he tells her every night before they fall asleep.

"Come what may."

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It has now been a year and both Nagini and Voldemort were still on the loose. The trio had a hard time tracking them down. Especially Ron, who got an owl the day before claiming his father was killed along with one of the OOTP members. Ron's been crying and hurting for days now, but Hermione was with him for comfort everyday. She stuck with him every day and night leaving Harry alone. Even worse, she soon stopped coming to him late at night. She barely spoke 3-4 words to him for she was constantly with Ron. Harry slowly died away, feeling alone without Hermione. Ron soon got over the pain and decided to use it against the battle of Nagini. The wedding of Ron and Hermione was going to happen right after the 2 battles. Together they planned a small wedding, in which Harry took no part in it for he soon realized she was drifting away from him. He didn't know why, but she was. It was just her and Ron now, embracing through the day and making love at night.

One night however, Hermione left Ron and went to Harry. He felt her crawl into his bed. She didn't lay down and cuddle with him, but instead sat up and tapped him.

"Harry?"

He didn't want to answer her, he was heart broken. It was all her fault, she promised she'd be his, now she isn't.

"What is it?" he finally said.

"Can you at least look at me?"

He sighed and angrily ripped off the sheets and sat up to look at her. His eyes were full of jealousy and hate. Her's were hurt and full with sorrow. They both knew they slowly through time hurt each other so badly, and there was no going back, no way to fix it. Even if they tried, it would just get worse.

"Alright you got me up. What is it?"

He was angry and she knew it. She seemed to know everything about him, what he was doing when she wasn't around, how he felt all the time and everything in-between. He didn't want to cry, he would seem weak and have the impression of weakening to her beauty. But he couldn't fight it, he would never win. Within minutes, both were crying and sobbing from within and expressing out. They didn't hold each other, for they both knew it was over. What they had was gone. It hurt badly for both of them, but they knew it would never last forever.

"I guess come what may doesn't matter anymore does it?"

She sobbed and painfully shook her head, both not making eye contact.

"I'm sorry Harry. I told you before, I'm with Ron. Were getting married and I refuse to cheat on him!"

He wanted to grab her shoulders and shake her back to reality, she didn't love Ron! She loved Harry, just Harry!

"But you said-"

She stopped him by placing her hand over his mouth, both finally making desperate eye contact.

"That was then. We enjoyed it, those were the best days of my life, but come on Harry! We both knew it wouldn't last! Like I said before-"

Harry interrupted, no hand over her mouth.

"Love is saying goodbye."

She cried and leaned towards him. He slightly hugged her, feeling her doing the same. They sat like that for mere moments before she kissed him fiercely on the lips. He responded, adding need and desire. She tried pulling away, but he held on tighter each time. He refused to let her got his easy, she was his and there was nothing to it. He would die before telling her goodbye.

"One last time, please." He pleaded against her lips.

She sighed pleasurably at the way he passionately whispered against her lips and towards her and without saying anything she went for his shirt. He knew this was the last time they'd be together alone, with no Ron. They both made love all night and through the morning, they went on until they went completely numb and couldn't stay awake anymore.

"Do you still love me?" he whispered, trying not to cry.

"I'll always love you Harry. Always have and forever will, nothing will change that."

"More than Ron?" he desperately asked, no longer holding back his tears.

Harry was laying down, Hermione on top resting her head on his chest. She looked up at him and she kissed him passionately until he got his answer.

"Of course Harry. Remember, he'll never be you. I'll never in my entire life love anyone the way I love you." She replied, kissing away his falling tears.

She formed some of her own, and he gently brushed them away with the tips of his thumb. With that, they kissed once more before falling into a blissful sleep. Both knew tomorrow would start a new day, a day where the love of Harry and Hermione was gone. It now lived from within them, forever in their hearts. No one would see their pain, and that's what killed them the most.