Dear Diary,

Reign is getting more and more like me everyday and it is scaring me. She asks so many questions about Ron. Sometimes I feel guilty. I tell her things that I want her to know, but not what she should know. I don't tell her that he's dangerous... why? Maybe it's because everytime I enter the Burrow she goes straight to him. She treats him differently than she treats Matt. I try to get her to hang out with him but she wants Ron. I catch myself smiling sometimes when I see the two together. But no! I don't want to be hurt again... I've heard that Ron might be sent back and I don't think I could handle that again. That's why I keep away... Merlin I hate myself... But Matt's a good man! He'll take care of me and Reign. He loves me... that's what matters... right?

Love,

A confused Hermione

She closed the book and placed it back in her drawer. She took a deep breath and got up, heading for the door and disapparated to St. Mungos.

"Healer Granger, you've got a visitor."

"Well tell whoever it is that I'm busy."

"He says that he has an appointment." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Send him in." She continued to scribble down notes in her log as she heard the door open and close. "Harry, the next time you tell Kelsy you have an appointment I'll make sure that you really have an appointment." Harry smiled.

"I really do need to see you. I have a mission and Moody won't let me go until my wound is checked." Hermione finished writing and looked up. Harry stood there sporting a green shirt that really accented his eyes.

"Fine. Come on." She led him into an examination room. "Take off the shirt."

"I don't think Ginny would approve of this."

"Just take it of Harry." He grinned and slipped it off. Hermione opened a cabanet and took out a bluish orange vial. She turned to Harry and unwrapped the bandage. As she did this she smiled. Harry gave her a look.

"What are you smiling about?" She looked up at him as she applied the liquid on his chest.

"I could think of a thousand other woman who would kill me to be doing this. Oh Harry, can I rub your chest. I would love to apply vile smelling liquid on you anytime." She squealed. Harry shoved her away.

"I've had enough fan mail with out you giving me disgusting images." Hermione burst out lauging as she handed him a bandage. She watched him place it on gingerly then slip back on the shirt.

"Ginny has got to be the most hated wife in England if not all of Europe." Harry rolled his eyes and the two left the room. As they walked down the hall Harry spoke.

"Hermione."

"Hmmm..."

"Have you spoken to Ron?" Hermione stopped.

"Harry." Harry looked at her pointedly.

"I'm just saying. You have to! If you're getting married you have to talk to him eventually. Old feelings die hard. Especially when it comes to Ron." Hermione leaned against the wall and sighed, closing her eyes.

"I want to Harry... I just..." Harry leaned against the opposite wall and looked at her.

"You just what?" She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Matt and I are getting married Harry, no matter what you, Ron or Ginny say." Harry's eyes widened.

"Hermione I just-" She started to walk away.

"I know Harry! You just wanted to be a good friend," she sighed, "Harry, I know that, no matter how happy you may seem for me, you've got the same idea as Ginny." Harry sighed. She walked over to him and took his hands.

"Harry, I love Matt. Ron's just going to have to get used to that." Harry looked at her.

"Do you really mean that?" Hermione looked away.

"I have to..."

Hermione was pacing her room. Why was she so edgy? Matt was coming by in about half an hour to take her on a date and she was acting fazed out. The conversation she had with Harry had stuck. She was about to go get a glass of water to help her calm down when Ron entered the bedroom.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Hermione swearing? Do you know how long it's been since I've heard you swear?" Hermione blanched. Of course she remembered.

"What are you doing here?"

"I have to talk to you."

"What do you want?"

"Why are you marrying this guy?" She whirled around.

"Don't."

"Tell me."

"Ron."

"Is it because he's rich?" She stared at him. "Oh come on. I don't make accusations. I like to know who I'm dealing with. Matthew Hamtom. Son of the Head of Sports and Games. Is to inherit over two million galleons." She looked at him with disbelief.

"I can't believe you would accuse me of something like that!"

"He buys you expensive gifts, takes you places."

"That doesn't prove anything."

"Dammit Hermione! He's trying to buy your love!"

"No he's not. He loves me!"

"Do you love him?" Hermione was taken back.

"What?"

"Do you love him?"

"Of course I do."

"Let me refrase that. Are you in love with him?" Hermione looked away.

"Ron just go..."

"Answer the question." He asked persistently. She rounded on him, her eyes filled with unwanted tears and blazing.

"Why does it matter! I'm getting married to him! Just stop it Ron! It's over between us! What ever happened is over!" He shook his head.

"Then why don't you want me around? You can't stand it can you?" she looked away, making her way to the door. He grabbed her hand.

"Look at me! You feel guilty so you stay away!" She glared at him.

"I don't love you!" Without a second thought,Ron kissed her soundly on the mouth.Hermione faltered for a moment and it took her a moment to register the fact thatRon was kissing her. Tears flooded as passion seemed to erupt instantly in her as he brought his hands up to the back of her head and kissed her feverishly. He hadn't expected this type of reaction from her, in fact, he would have never guessed it, but as soon as he had laid his lips on top of hers, all rational though flew from his mind and all he cared about was kissing her as forcefully and with as much passion he could. They moved their mouths together quickly, their tongues brushing against one another's in a heated struggle to taste as much of the other as possible. Ron noted that she tasted sweet and slightly salty from her tears and thathad eruppted the moment hekissed her andonly spurred him on to kiss her even harder. All he wanted was to stop her hurt, to kiss away every tear she had ever shed for him. Hermione's hands were tangled up in Ron's already messy hair and she moaned slightly as he kissed her deeply. Lord, how she'd missed his lips and the way his kisses seemed to invoke her deepest feelings of passion and desire she had. When she was with Ron, she felt alive and whole, something she hadn't felt for so long. Too long...

She allowed him to push her back down onto her bed so that he lay on top of her, still continuing to kiss her. She sucked gently on his lower lip and he responded with a low, guttural sound from the back of his throat. Quickly, she undid the clasp on hisrobes and pushed them off his shoulders. Ron broke away for a moment, discarding the robes in an instant, then attacking her once again with his mouth. Ron couldn't believe that this was happening. Her scent, her taste, her feel, everything was like a drug to him that he couldn't get enough of. He ran his hands down her body, gratefully taking in the way it curved and dipped wonderfully. Ron felt her shudder under his touch and her reaction emboldened him. Bringing his lips away from hers, he dipped his head down to her neck and nipped gently at her tender skin. Hermione gasped at the action but shivered again as he sucked and kissed her gently. She ran her hands down his back as he continued his ministrations and let herself fall deeper and deeper into this dreamland she was in. His hands began to move up her shirt when it hit her what she was doing. Her eyes flew open as she shoved him off.

"'Mione," he breathed trying to touch her hand. But she shrunk away from him, shaking her head violently. She felt horrible, as if she had just commited a crime.

"No..."

"'Mione please!"

"Stop calling me that!"

"'Mione!"

"Get out Ron. Just get out." She refused to look at him as he gathered his robes. He stopped at the door.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?"

"GET OUT!"

"'Mione, are you ok?" Hermione focused back into the worried eyes of her fiance. She smiled.

"I'm fine Matt. Just distracted. I've had a long day." He nodded.

"Anything interesting happen at the hospital?" She shook her head, looking around as the waiter came around with the check. When Matt had come in theevening Hermione had been a wreck. Luckily she had been able to cover it all up with a few charms, but the memory still was fresh. The way Ron's body had felt against hers. The way she had felt. She looked up at Matt. Had he ever made her feel that way...

A/N: Hope you like it.

Em Quagmire- Thanks for reading. Hope I gave you a little something to chew on. :-)

connieewing- Oi! This aint a Ron/Hermione Fic for nothing! something juicy has to happen. like just now!

ronandmion4ever- Reign will be more prominent in the next chappie... maybe i'll have her and Ron talk... maybe...