"Happy Valentine's Day Hermione," her friend Lavender Longbottom, formerly Lavender Brown, took her into a great hug. "Its been so long, you look totally different," they looked at each other for a moment, analyzing the changes that happened since their years at Hogwarts. Along came Neville and he wrapped his arms around his wife, nuzzling her neck and looked up at Hermione, just realizing she was standing before them.

"Wow Hermione, you look great."

"You too. How's everything going with you and your grandma?" She asked, remembering how Neville was actually a little fearful of her.

"Gran is at home, hasn't been able to get out much after her heart attack." Hermione's smile soon turned into a frown.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Send my best to her will you."

"Thanks. By the way, how are things with you, Ron, and Harry?" The three of them carried their conversation in the living room, where more people were gathered and talking together.

Hermione sat down on the sofa and Neville and Lavender sat in the chairs surrounding her. "Me and Harry write each other when we . . .actually, when he has the chance. He's been with Luna Lovegood for a while now, you remember her don't you?"

"You mean Loony Lovegood?" Lavender said astonished. Neville gave her a look that made her regret her words. "Sorry. But Luna . . . I had always thought you two would end up together or maybe you and Ron. You three were almost inseparable."

"The golden trio." Neville said.

"Me and Ron?" It was Hermione's turn to act surprised. "No, I don't think Ron will ever look, let alone write to me after what happened a couple of days ago." Bother her friends looked concerned for her.

"What happened?" They both asked nosy.

Hermione explained about her letter from Viktor Krum, that apparently started it all. Then she went on telling that she had dinner with Viktor, and through the middle of it Ron showed up. "We were just leaving the restaurant, Viktor offered to walk me home but I wanted to catch up with Ron a little more. For a while it went smoothly, but, maybe I said something or he got jealous and just stormed off."

Lavender and Neville stared at Hermione when she finally ended her sad tale. "Maybe it was both." Lavender said, Neville agreed.

"Ron has always liked you Hermione, more than you can admit. Try talking to him, find out what is bothering him? If its Viktor tell him what you feel." Hermione looked at Neville nodding her head.

"You're absolutely right. There must be some logical explanation for Ron's behavior at the--" Hermione stopped.

"What is it?" Lavender asked.

"The restaurant. The letters." To Neville and Lavender, none of this made sense. "Thanks guys." Hermione hugged her friends and ran up to her room.

When Hermione opened the door to her room she immediately started tossing everything in sight. Normally she had an abnormally clean room, but after she got through with it, it looked like a tornado went through. Hermione fell on her bed, utterly defeated that she had lost her letters that were sent to her. All of a sudden, she heard a meow coming from the side of her dresser drawer. "Crookshanks? What is it?" Hermione crawled on the floor to meet her cat in his bed. Right on his side, as he was curled up, were two pieces of parchment, handwritten and addressed to her. They must have fallen on him when she was throwing everything else around. "Thank you Crookshanks," Hermione picked up the letters and gave a little kiss to Crookshanks on his nose.

Hermione went back over to her bed and opened up both of the letters. She looked at both of them individually on her bed, then together. After reading through them once more she found that she made a terrible mistake. "What have I done? I have to talk to Ron," she said to herself, and with a little pop, she was gone.

When Hermione Appariated, she was inside the Weasleys' house. "Ron? Ron are you here?" Hermione left the living room that she entered, and then continued her search in the rest of the house.

Ron was out in the backyard, which evidently wasn't the different from the front yard. When he heard someone in the house he went back inside. "Hermione, what are you--"

"Ron I'm so sorry." She took him in a tight hug.

"Hermione what--"

"No. I should have never stood you up. I completely ignored you and--"

"Hermione!" Ron screamed, startling her. "What are you talking about?" He asked her gently now.

Hermione looked at him, no longer hysterical in her speech. "That night at the restaurant," she explained. "I must have mixed up the letters the night before when I read them. Viktor also sent me one the other night and I didn't read through the letter careful enough."

"What are you saying?" Ron asked, looking into her brown chocolate eyes.

"I'm saying," Hermione took a short breath. "I love you." Ron stared at her, face was flushed red. "I know I never said anything before and with the way I've always treated you--"

"Hermione, I-I love too," he struggled in saying this, but when he did, Hermione kissed him on the lips.

"I'm--" Ron stopped her from speaking. He took her chin in his hand and returned the kiss.