Ron sat beside Hermione's bedside. In the beginning he thought it was his fault. Of course he wasn't mad anymore. He loved her too much to be mad. Hermione woke up…she had been sleeping for two days. "Hermione are you okay, I was so worried about you, are you hungry!" He exclaimed excitedly because she woke up.

"Ron? I thought you were mad at me…" She blinked the sleep out of her eyes. "Why… did you…. Do it? Why'd you cut yourself?" She asked. Hermione was happy to see he wasn't mad, but she was curious to know why he would try such a thing. "Because I wanted to know why you liked so much." He explained.

"Oh… Well… You shouldn't. I need to lean on you to get me out of that nightmare." She frowned. "I need you to be strong so I can be." (How'd ya like that line? Kinda sweet huh? AWWWWWWWWW! How sweet!) "I'll do my best to help you in whatever shape or form." He said as he blinked back tears. "I love you Hermione!"

She smiled, "And I love you Ron." She leaned forward towards him slowly. She kissed him lightly on the lips. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and moved over his gently. He started sucking on her tongue… "Anyway! I'm gonna go take a shower." He said cutely and smiled stupidly. "Laterz." He kissed her softly.

She whined cutely. "Awww… okay… I guess we can hang out later." She smiled sheepishly as the nurse came in and ushered Ron away. "Hermione needs a sponge bath and to talk to the doctor. So you'll have to leave, Sir." "Okay I'll leave now." He walked out of the room and went to take a shower. (Drool! can we get some detail here?) Ron entered the visitors' bathroom and pulled off his clothes. He hadn't bathed since his fight with Hermione and he smelled rather unpleasant. After he stripped off his clothes he looked in the mirror. He looked a mess with his vibrant red hair askew and rather muscular body caked with blood in places from carrying Hermione to St. Mungo's. She had been bleeding profusely from the cuts on her thigh. Her body usually would heal them and clot the blood, but it seemed to give up. That's part of the reason he still believed it was his fault. She loved him, but he had forsaken her.

Ron stepped into the shower and turned the knobs. He began lathering up his hair and rinsed thoughtfully. Why did couldn't he just tell her sorry? Why did he have to be such an ass about one little flirt with Harry? He began to rinse his chest and stomach. Then he moved down to his hips and below, and went back to thinking. Why does cutting bring her so much pleasure anyway? I didn't feel anything… Maybe it only brings that to certain people.

After Hermione's bath she picked up her Defense against the Dark Arts book from the year before and began reading. She was bored out of her mind and wished Ron would come back. Sighing, she put the book away and decided to look at the damage on her leg. She pushed the blanket off her legs and pulled up the hospital dress. The cuts were all over her right thigh and nearly to her knee when she last saw them. Now they were almost completely healed. The nurse said that after a while you wouldn't even be able to tell she had ever done it. - Ron walked back into the room. "Hola crazy psycho freak!"

Hermione glared at him. "You red headed loser!" She smiled cutely, "Come sit by me… Look… The cuts are almost gone!" She showed him her thigh. "Wow it looks a lot better!" He said nervously as he tried to hide his boner. ((-SLAPS YOUR HEAD- how dirty!)) She noticed anyway. "Ron? Is that a rabbit in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" she giggled and leaned forward. She kissed him deeply. "Oh! … You didn't you know I carried rabbits in my pants?" He smiled and stuck his tongue out. "I put one in my pants every time I come see you!" She laughed. "Really?" Hermione giggled. She reached down slowly and rubbed her hand across him. He was just as nervous as the first time he met her. "Hermione.. You shouldn't.."

"Why not?" She kissed him again. "What'll happen?" She smiled as if saying try me.

"I will attack you and rape you!"

She laughed. "Ronald… You can't rape the willing."

"Okay. . . After I ask you this . . . Will you marry me?" He asked her as his eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Hermione's mouth opened in surprise. "Oh… Well… I…err… Yes!" She smiled largely, "Oh… I-I can't…. I'm still with Victor…" Her eyes watered up and she looked away from him. "I forgot… I'm so sorry…. Ron I love you not Victor, but I… can't brake up with him…"

"Why … can't you? Hermione I love more than anyone you will ever know!" his eyes watered up with tears, they started streaming down his face.

"He… He knows something… Something that I regret so much… Aww Ron please… please don't cry…" She began crying too. "I know… it seems like I'm messing with your emotions, but I'm not! I love you Ron! I love you more than anybody or anything on this earth. I love you so much it hurts. Since I love and trust you so much I'll tell you what it is he knows. See… I was--"

At that exact moment the Weasley's and Harry showed up. "Hey 'Mione! Feeling any better?" Harry asked. Ron's eye twitched as he turned around. "Hi everyone."

Fred and George walked over to Ron. "Sorry… We told mom and dad to leave you two alone for some quality time, "Fred said.

"But they just wouldn't listen." George said.

"It's alright I needed to tell them something anyway." Ron replied.

Mrs. Weasley was fussing over Hermione and Mr. Weasley was looking at some muggle flowers that had been sent by her parents. "Oh never mind I don't to tell them anymore." As he said this a look of sadness came over him.

George looked him over and said, "Why you sad bro?"

"Bee in you bonnet?" Fred snickered.

Harry walked up, "Oi. What's wrong?"

"Shut up the three of you!" He as he sulked in his own self pity.

Harry frowned. "Look Ron I don't know what you're mad about, but you shouldn't take it out on everyone else!" He stormed off angrily. Ron walked after Harry. "Harry I'm sorry, it's just Hermione. . . She's still with Viktor . . . And it's really aggravating , because kinda lead me on then I asked her to marry me and she couldn't ,because she was still with him." He said running out of breath.

Harry turned around and his face softened. "You poor soul… You know if you need to… You can stay with me… If your family begins to bug you… I walked over to say that. I'm always there for you mate." He hugged Ron and slapped him on the back. "Harry you're my best friend… can we have a wild orgy in your living room?" He said in a bit happier tone. Eyes wide and sparkly.

Harry laughed. "I dunno if I want to clean cum off the ceiling…" He smiled at Ron. "You can start moving your stuff in as soon as you want… Sirius' old house is the most comfortable house I've ever lived in after I got his mom's painting off the wall and did away with Kreacher." Harry laughed. " I ordered Kreacher to go find Fawkes… He'll never do it. He'll die trying. Fawkes is gone for good after Dumbledore died."

"Well you know I could clean. I bet he will never come back… even if he does find Fawkes." Ron replied.

"Prolly not… that's what I'm hoping for." Harry said smiling.

Pretty soon everyone left, and Ron and Hermione were left alone again.

"'Mione… what were you going to tell me about Victor?" Ron asked anxiously.

"Er… Well a while back I… ((That's it? Of course it is! -suspense suspense-))