A/N: Hey that may have looked like the end, but there are still a few things I want to resolve in the story, so No the story is NOT over... I've got about five or six chapters left. This chapter is a confusing little cliff hanging filler chapter... I apologize in advance, but it is setting up something for later on. I promise.

Till next time,

S.K.

The Talk

"I think that Regulus could have been R. A. B. I will investigate this further." Sirius said reaching out to grab a roll from the bread basket. Hermione slapped his hand away and grabbed the basket from the center of the table.

"Hermione?" Harry said looking at his girlfriend in awe.

"What? I'm starved," she said taking a bite from a roll, "Rosmerta is taking long enough to bring us our food."

"I think she's flipped," Ron said his eyebrows knit together.

"I have not flipped," she said reaching for Harry's butter beer, "I've simply not had any breakfast, or lunch... it's almost supper."

"Another round of butter beer please Rosmerta?" Remus said as she placed the food on the table for them.

"Coming right up," She said glaring at Hermione whom had grabbed her plate and jumped into it.

They ate in silence, the men staring at Hermione periodically as she devoured her food. "Your girlfriend has gone nutters." Ron whispered to Harry, who only stared and nodded as he watched his food disappear from his plate as well.

When they were done Sirius and Remus said their good-byes. Fred and George headed off to their shop and Ron, Harry, and Hermione were left to walk back to Hogwarts on their own.

Hermione hung back a bit, seeing as she was now a bit nauseous from the amount of food she ate. She wanted to throw up. Hermione couldn't believe or understand why she had eaten so much. It was as if her body was doing things she didn't want it to do.

Ahead of her, Harry and Ron walked together, their easiness having returned. "The two of you are utterly disgusting." Ron said

"What?" Harry asked

"The innuendoes that you use... well they are not subtle mate." Ron said with a shudder.

Harry smiled at this. "Hermione drives me insane with lust. Every day I am with her I want her more and more, and every word she says makes me love her more."

"Mate, you've got it bad." Ron stated patting his back.

"Horribly so." Harry said glancing back at Hermione, "I'm going to propose."

"Propose what mate?" Ron asked

"Ron." Harry said rolling his eyes.

"Harry, aren't you rushing things a bit?" Ron said stopping in front of the gates, "You don't know what will happen in the next two seconds, let alone..."

"I know," Harry said and looked around to see where Hermione was. She looked as though she were tying a shoelace. "But neither does anyone else. I am tired of living my life afraid to live it."

"Whatever that means." Ron said, "Listen mate, I think that you two have a future together, I never thought I would say this, but I am truly not bitter. She makes you so happy, and sadly I have never seen her happier."

"Thanks mate." Harry said and turned back to Hermione who was still making her way towards the gate. "Hermione! Come on!"

"I'm coming," Hermione said, her breath was shallow and just earlier her body had completely betrayed her. Her temper was also a bit altered. The mare sound of Harry's voice completely irritated her and she didn't know why when just the night before they had been getting on so well.

When she finally reached the gates, Harry had been spotted by a student and was lead away. "He's rather popular with the girls." Ron said to Hermione as they watched Harry get pulled away.

"They had better keep their hands to themselves." Hermione said as a new wave of nausea overtook her.

"Jealous are we?" Ron asked just as Hermione's knees buckled. He caught her just in time. He hefted her in his arms and carried her to the Hospital wing.

"Merlin's Beard! What's happened?" Madame Pomfrey asked leading them to a bed in the infirmary.

"I dunno, she's just fainted at the gates of Hogwarts." Ron answered placing her down.

Hermione's eyes opened as soon as her head hit the pillow. She sat up quickly looking around wildly. "What?"

"You've fainted," Ron answered her.

"Well, I suppose I am well now Madame Pomfrey, I'll be heading to my chambers now." Hermione answered.

"Nonsense," the mediwitch answered, "Mr. Weasley you may leave now, so that I may examine her."

"Ron," Hermione said as he turned to leave, "Don't tell Harry, I don't want him to worry." Ron only nodded and headed out of the hospital wing. She turned to face Madame Pomfrey who looked at her a bit crossly. "What?"

"Of course," said the elder woman, "can I assume then, that you are sexually active?"

"What?" Hemione said in shock.

"Miss Granger, There are rumors all around Hogwarts that You and Professor Hot... I mean Potter are together." Madame Pomfrey paused to discern her patient's reaction. "Fainting spells are indicative of certain out comes from... certain activities."

"What?" Hermione could say no more; she only stared at the mediwitch.

"I will take that as a yes then." Madame Pomfrey said heading for her potions cabinet to conduct her tests.