Summary: Every one knows Hermione and Ron are the perfect couple. They just don't know it yet. With Christmas in sight and Harry and Ginny's wedding nearing, the "Get Ron and Hermione Together Club" (GRHT Club) is in full swing, but will it earn its two most important members? All will be revealed…

A/N: Heya guys. I'm absolutely so sorry that this has taken so long. I have been extremely busy but never fear I'll always post… eventually. Thank you so so so so so so so much to all my generous reviewers. You really are way too much, but I love it. Thank you to all well-wishers on the exam front. I am pleased to announce that they went alright. They were only the mocks soo the real big fat exams will be rearing their ugly heads in June. God help me. Thanks to all constructive critics. I do appreciate it. A big bear hug to Twilight's Dawn too for all her hard work. I'm not sure about this ole chappie. It took me a looong time to write and I'm not sure if I'm happy with it… Without further ado… The fifth chapter, everyone.

Chapter five: Uncertain Fate.

Why, oh why do things like this always, always happen to me? Hermione thought. It just wasn't fair. Why did they always have to...be so… expectant? Ron wasn't perfect for her. She wasn't perfect for him. There was a world of difference between them. It would never work. Their friendship hardly worked. They always fought, quarreled, and bickered, but they always made up too. She sighed. She didn't know what to think anymore. They had energy, a spark, but it would fizzle out she assured herself. She loved him, he loved her but they were not a couple and never would be.

She pulled her favourite pale green dress over her head and peered in the mirror. She brushed her hair and tamed it as best she could. She adjusted a string of pearls around her neck and smeared a little lip balm across her lips. She gave a quick smile, lighting up her face for a minute and then sat up. She straightened her dress and moved across the room to the door. This was it. Her total demise or an enjoyable night with friends. It depended on the evening's dinner topics. But she, a trooper, twisted the doorknob, fixed a smile upon her face and entered her uncertain fate, her living room.

"Harry, Ginny, how are you?" she inquired, hugging them both, "Fine, I'm sure. Ginny can I talk to you for a sec, in the…" she looked around, her little apartment was definitely filling up, "the bathroom?" she whispered. Ginny just nodded uncertainly, a puzzled expression on her face. They quickly exited.

"So…how did it go?" Ginny asked quietly, plonking herself on the toilet seat.

"Wonderful, just plain wonderful. I managed-" Hermione started.

"Well that's great. Can't wait for dinner." Ginny spoke enthusiastically, trying and failing to make a quick getaway.

"Listen, happy, I just had your WHOLE family walk in on me and Ron. With me wearing only my jeans and bra." Hermione breathed through gritted teeth.

"Well, that's fantastic." Ginny squealed. We're going to be sisters. I can't wait. We can have our kids at the same time and they can be best friends and…" she trailed off excitedly.

"I don't think you understand. Gin." Hermione snapped.

"What's there to understand? This just absolutely perfect."

"I spilled eggs on my bloody blouse and had to take it off at precisely the time your family apparated in and caught a glimpse of me in my knickers in the presence of Ron, put two and four together and came up with the fact that we were about to go at it like bunnies."

"Oh, I see." Ginny spoke disappointedly.

"Ah so you see, finally."

"Look, it's not the end of the world. They'll all forget and anyway it won't seem like such a big deal when you and Ron finally…you know."

"Me and Ron will never you know." Hermione bellowed.

There was a clattering of cutlery outside and Hermione guessed she wasn't exactly whispering anymore. She took a deep breath and exited her bathroom. She smiled as all Weasley faces met her eyes. The younger generation of Weasleys was smirking and Fleur was trying to contain her giggles. "Well zat is a biiig booboo ah?"

Hermione just flashed another grin while Ginny exited the toilet quietly.

Ron was now bright red and he squirmed in his seat as he met Hermione's eyes. He gave her a 'how could you, I'm going to die of embarrassment' look and resumed playing with the rim of his glass and trying to ignore Mr. Weasley and Fred.

Mr. Weasley was elbowing Fred, chuckling, making obscene gestures towards Ron while taking yet another sip of his now half empty glass of Chardonnay. He was quite flushed and loosened his tie before once again resuming his mockery of Ronald.

Mrs. Weasley scolded the boys of the family including her very merry husband and then disappointedly looked towards Hermione.

"Oh I would have wished there be grandchildren. Then again I suppose it is different these days. Women go out and work. There is less emphasis on child bearing but Hermione, dearie, it would mean the world to us and well it's no secret how well Ron here gets along with his nieces and nephews. He'd make a wonderful father. I'm sure you know how gentle he is. It's just something to think about but it'll all be decided on after you're married I suppose. There's time enough for everything anyway. Arthur and I were at one point thinking of having only five little Weasleys. There'd be no Ron then, would there. I suppose it's up to you but-"

"MUM!" Ron spoke, stamping his fist on the table. " Me and Hermione are not, I repeat not a couple. We are not going out. We are definitely NOT getting married and there will be NO babies of any kind from me and Hermione. So just stop!"

"Well, if that's, that's the w-way you see it." Mrs. Weasley stammered.

"That is the way we both see it. Isn't it Hermione."

She looked at him there. His brow sweat covered from his outburst. His red hair falling casually over his forehead. His cheeks red with anger or embarrassment, she wasn't sure at this stage. He was grabbing hold of his wine glass firmly and his knuckles had turned white with… determination, she guessed. Her eyes then lifted unwillingly to his eyes. The entrance to his soul. To his heart. Those velvet blue orbs were seeping through her. Searching her soul, looking for something. His eyes were almost pleading. She watched his eyes. They spoke to her. She knew at that very second she was in love with him. She loved him with all her heart. With her soul. With all her being. She saw him there in front of her, looking for confirmation. She saw his sorrow. His pain. His recognition. He was looking to know if this is what they resorted to. If they were friends. Only friends.

"It is." she answered.

He sat up. He pushed his chair in. He took his cloak. He pulled out his wand. He wished everyone goodbye and he left.

Hermione sat down and within minutes the conversation began to flow. Toasts were made. There was laughter; there was banter. Hermione was the perfect host, smiling and joking. One by one her guests left. She bid them a safe journey home and told them she would see them soon. The wedding was only a day away now and it all led to that day. She hugged the last couple: Harry and Ginny. They apparated and then she began to cry. Tears swept slowly down her cheeks and she did not bother to wipe them off. She fell asleep that night on a tear-stained pillow thinking of what could have been.

Go raibh míle, míle maith agat.

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