AN.) Most of my stories are based on my feelings when I get the idea for the story. This story idea came at a time where I thought I liked someone but they didn't like me and it went spiraling out of my control, to this very day I'm confused. So this story is to show my confusion at life and the relationship I hoped I would have had. Sorry this took so long to update, my computer was being an ass and didn't let me sign onto my account for about a month! Anyways, here is the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I wouldn't mind owning Kelly Prophete

( He so hot. Lol ).

I looked deep into his eyes and tried to find and answer for him. All I saw though were bright green eyes telling me that with each second I took, the more pain and heart break he was feeling. I try really hard to speak but all I did was open and close my mouth repeatedly. I couldn't think. What is wrong with me? I had thought. Speak now! I had commanded myself internally but I just sat there. For the first time in all my years of Hogwarts, I had nothing to say. They say that when the one you love request you to marry him you immediately say "yes". What is wrong with me, I think to myself.

Why wasn't I jumping up for joy, holding on to Harry as if my life depended on it? Should I be crying tears of joy, yelling at him because he took so long to ask me? Then again that wouldn't be right, I'd never even thought about Harry and I getting married. I had always had my dream wedding planned out; I just didn't have the face of my husband to be. For most of my childhood I had my wedding day all planned out, I had everything planned to the tee, sometimes substituting boys faces but over the years I thought less and less of my dream wedding and more about the war and my school work.

So, what do you say when the man you love asks you to marry him and you've lost all speech? Well, I took out my wand and wrote "YES," in big messy script and lunged into his arms, knocking him to the ground. I hugged him hard while he smiled the brightest smile and kissed me.

"I though you were trying to tell me no," Harry said to me.

"I – couldn't speak, Harry, I could not speak at the time most important to me. I'm so sorry, that must have been hell," I said quickly, I then began kissing his tears. I hugged him harder and brush my lips against his.

As the memory of Harry's proposal to me faded and I came back to my senses I stared transfixed at Ginny, the women who had caused me such pain. We've been friends since my fourth year at Hogwarts. I was now nineteen and her eighteen, had our friendship meant nothing? Why would she hurt me, what wrong did I do her? When Harry and I announced that we were getting married she did not hold any objections, no ill words nor did she shun me.

"Why?" I asked again, this time looking directly at Harry. I wanted him to see the pain that was now on my face, wanted him to tell me so many things, most of all I wanted him to look at me as he did only a few months ago. I wanted him to turn around and sweep me into his arms and look at me with his once loving emerald eyes.

Was it too much to ask that I wanted the affection of my husband? We used to be so happy, almost always holding hands, a kiss here or there, lying in bed doing nothing but holding each other. What I miss most days is the conversations we would have together. We would talk about almost everything; Harry would always have something to say, not like our years at Hogwarts.

"What happened to my husband?" I asked quietly. I wasn't sure whether I was ready to face this yet or maybe I wasn't.

"Hermione, we didn't mean for this to happen," Ginny said softly, she was trying to calm me down. This got me upset, who was she to tell me such things anyway?

"How long have you been having sexual relations with my husband?" I asked; though I was looking at Harry, willing him to answer me, to do anything, anything but pretend I wasn't in the room.

"Hermione we didn't mean to hurt you, we're sorry," was all she said to me. Did she think she was four years old and I was her mother? Saying sorry wouldn't help me right now, my head was throbbing.

"Saying sorry isn't going to do anything!" I started to yell, anything to relieve this pain, my chest was ready to burst. I swiftly stood up and my black robes swished with my sudden movement, even then Harry didn't look at me. Ginny curled next to his side and looked pleadingly at me with her blue eyes.

"Hermione, you've got to understand, Harry and I are in love! We've been in love since the day I first kissed him! Please understand," she shouted at me, she shouted at me? How dare you say such things? I should be shouting, hell I was shouting!

"What do you know about love? Have you ever waken up at night so scared that you were afraid to go to sleep? Have you ever cried so much you passed out from exhaustion? Ever woken up to an empty bedroom because your husband left you after making love to you? Have you ever had a woman who had just slept with your husband - single handily ruining your marriage - tell you to understand what she was feeling?" I shouted at Ginny, I then picked up one of Harry's expensive cologne. I picked it up and threw it at the wall where it shatter and spilled its scent on the wall.

"Hermione, stop this nonsense! You are not a child, throwing things and having tantrums isn't what a nineteen year old should be doing!" Harry said, speaking for the first time. I looked at him bewildered. What had happened to the man I fell in love with? This surely wasn't my Harry, my wonderful Harry.

"You surely aren't blaming this on me!" I shouted indignantly.

"You sleep with my best friend, blow me off every time I try to talk with you, every night after we make love I wake up and you're not next to me! Why?" I finally broke down and slowly the tears made their way down. He and Ron could always get a rise out of me; we use to joke about it all the time, now days we hardly joke at all.

"We weren't working out, you know it, I know it, even Ron knows it," Harry said swiftly. Had he thought about this? Why hadn't he ever tried and talk to me? If anyone should have known it wasn't working out, it should have been me! But that's a lie, I saw the signs, if waking up to an empty house didn't give it away then the constant arguing should have tipped me off.

"Still! What in Merlin's name gave you the right to do this? To hurt me like this? Do you know how much pain I'm in right now? Of course you don't! And why can't you take a hint and leave!" I yelled the latter at Ginny, startling her. They, Harry and Ginny, hadn't moved, not even to get their wands or put some clothes on. It wasn't helping my anger that she was still in the room, naked, next to my husband or ex-husband really.

"If Harry's here then I can be too. I mean it is Harry's house and he can have who ever he wants come visit him," there she went again, acting like a thick child, never knowing when to shut up. I gave her a cold stare, making her shrink back into the bed.

"If I were you Ginny, I'd be holding my tongue at this moment, there's no telling what an angry woman will do when she meets her husband's mistress." I said acidly. I then proceeded to pull out my wand and point it straight at her; Harry stared at me for a moment and then whispers into Ginny's ear. Ginny turns red and yells:

"You want me to leave! Why?" She asked angrily.

"I think I can answer for Harry, Half of everything in this house belongs to me! You happen to be in my half of the bed! I'd like it back," as I said these words I pointed my wand at the bed and thought the spell for cutting things. A light blue spark emitted from my wand and hit the bed making Harry and Ginny roll off the bed. The bed was now split into two.

"Hermione! Act like an adult!" Harry shouted to me, my face grew crimson and it wasn't from embarrassment.

"How dare you Harry! I am not a child, I just- I just- wish you understood like when we were children! I wish you would talk to me once in a while! I wish you knew the pain I was feeling right now! If you felt what I'm feeling you'd die."

"Hermione stop acting so melodramatic, you know I love you but we've changed. The fire and passion we had just isn't there anymore – sorry," that was all he said before he took his wand from the bedside table and with a flick of his wand he and Ginny were fully clothed.

"Look Hermione, I'm truly sorry about this. We were planning on tell you about us next week. It's just that we're so in love and we didn't want to hurt you, so we thought it best if we told you we were getting married next month, we are truly sorry you had to find out like this," said Ginny to me. I was too shocked to say anything; they were planning on getting married?

"How extensive has your relationship been?" silence. That's all that came after my words. It must have been quite awhile when they first began seeing each other intimately. I was so hurt, the pounding in my head was getting a little too much for me to bear.

"I think the least you both could do is answer my question!" I shouted at them, giving each a glare in turn. Ginny looked at Harry in fright. They were afraid; they knew better to get me any anger. With my wand still in my hand I glided up to Harry and waited.

"It started six months ago," he said looking me in the eyes.

AN.) Okay, so how did you like this chapter? Come on; tell me what I need to do to make this better. This chapter is dedicated to my two really good friends, my eyes, ears and mouth, Tina A. and Sarah C. Sarah; I know you are going to read this so you had better review.

PS. Kick Erica's ass already!