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Four days had passed and Hermione was still waiting for Matt's guarantee to be fulfilled. Not a word had been spoken between the formally engaged couple since the night the wedding was called of. She hadn't received a single word from him and she hadn't tried to contact him. She was waiting for him to make some sort of move, but as the days wore on it appeared he never would.

She had been in a state of depression over the past few days, but who wouldn't be? Tears constantly filled her eyes as she shuffled around Matt's apartment, hoping her presence wasn't an annoyance. A smile had hardly graced her face since. It weren't for Matt's determination to make her smile, she wasn't sure if she would have made it through these four days. Matt was so nice.

She was so lucky to have him to lean on. He looked out for her and always made her feel special, never allowing her to cry too much. His support meant so much to her.

Now she sat mulling soggy cereal around with a spoon in her breakfast bowl. It was long past the time she normally ate breakfast. Lately she had been waking up anywhere from 11:30 to 12:30. Matt had his shift in the mornings so she only missed hours of alone time that she knew she would spend crying. Maybe that's why she let herself sleep in.

"Hey!" Matt entered.

"Hey," said Hermione propping her head up on her hand. "How was work?"

"Same as usual." He walked around the kitchen to the opposite side of the counter Hermione was sitting at. "Feeling better?" He asked.

"No," she replied honestly. "I'm feeling worse." Matt slightly frowned, as he felt sorry for the girl. "It's just, it's been four days and I still haven't heard anything from him." Then she added as an after thought, "I guess he wasn't just caught up in the moment..."

"No, Hermione, don't think that," he said, knowing she was quoting him. Then he suggested, "Why don't you call him?"

"No, I couldn't do that. He wouldn't—"

"So you want him to call you. You want him to speak first."

"Yes," said Hermione. That and he might not remember how to use the telephone. She began mulling her cereal back and forth again.

"Hermione, I hate seeing you like this. Anyone who would do this to you isn't deserving of you." Hermione responded with a slight frown. Matt paused for a moment. "How about I take you out tonight to get your mind off things. Every Monday night there's a Jazz concert down by the lake. It's out doors and the atmosphere is just great," Hermione wasn't being responsive again, but Matt felt he could read her. "So what do you say? Want to go and get your mind off things?"

Hermione looked up for the first time during his suggestion. She thought it over, then, sporting a weak smile, as smiles had become laborious, she agreed. "Ok," Matt smiled. "What time?"

"We're here," said Matt made the final turn to the concert. The two got out of the car and made their way to the concert. Hermione was dressed in casual, yet sophisticated red dress that fell just above her knees.

It was only a matter of seconds before Hermione laid eyes on the stage, causing her to have a sharp intake of breath. There was an almost circle-like clearing around the stage, though a few trees lingered inside that space. In the trees, beautiful circular lights were hung, giving the entire place a magical atmosphere. The stage was on a platform three or four feet off the ground with a half circle covering the back and top, with colorful light displays projecting on it. Matt could see the look of awe in her eyes and smiled. "Isn't it great?"

"It's amazing; beautiful," responded Hermione, still gazing at her surroundings. The concert had already started. The singer stood in a beautiful dark blue dress in the center of the stage singing a slower song, while her band played coolly behind her. On the right side of the stage there were a few couples dancing.

"Want to go sit down?" asked Matt. Hermione nodded and they went along until found a spot. Matt laid out the blanket he had brought and the two sat down. The music was beautiful and a variety of Jazz music was played, from upbeat Dixieland tunes, to the soulful blues, and to revitalizing swing music.

"Gosh, aren't the stars beautiful tonight?" Remarked Matt. Hermione looked up for the first time at the beaming stars. Indeed they were beautiful and unusually bright tonight. The two laid down and began to stargaze.

Hermione pointed out many constellations to Matt, he knew a few, but he hadn't even heard of a few Hermione knew. "Wow, you know a lot of constellations! Did you ever take a class or anything?"

"A few, yeah." She replied smiling. "Did you say there was a lake here?"

"Yeah, it's over there," he said pointing to his left.

"Can we go look at it?"

"Sure!"

Matt led her to the lake, which was just past a few trees. The lake was stunningly beautiful. The stars and the moon reflected on the lake, causing it to look like the sky. "Wow," was all Hermione could say. "How do you even hear about things like this?"

"Well..." They looked at the lake for a moment; Matt had his hands in pockets. The music could still be heard quite clearly. A fast song struck up that was perfect to dance to. Matt looked at Hermione, "Care to dance?" Matt asked, holding his hand out to her.

"Sure," she replied with a smile as she took his hand.

They began to do a mock swing dance of sorts, laughing the entire time. At one point the song slowed nearly to a stop. They danced in slow motion, causing them to laugh hysterically when the song picked back up again.

Eventually the song ended and a slow song followed, but before matt could ask her if she would feel comfortable slow dancing with him, Hermione placed her arms around him, and he, in turn, placed his around her. Hermione rested her head on his chest. As they danced under the stars, she couldn't help but to realize that this is how life would be if she had chosen Matt.

"Really, I feel terrible. It's your apartment; you shouldn't have to sleep on the couch."

"No, I've told you before, it's perfectly fine!"

"No, really! I feel horrible!"

"Don't worry about it, Hermione! There's no way I'm going to make you sleep on the couch."

"But—"

"No, it wouldn't be right of me. Besides, I have to get to work early tomorrow, so this way I can get into the kitchen and everything, and I won't wake you up."

"Oh alright, but tomorrow night I am going to tie myself to that couch."

Matt chuckled. "Tie yourself to it?"

"If that's what it takes, then yes!" Matt chuckled again. "What?"

"You make me laugh, Hermione."

Hermione sat down. "So are you covering for someone tomorrow?"

"No, I was just going to stop somewhere first."

"Oh, okay. Anything you want me to do tomorrow? Clean? Get groceries? Anything?"

"I want you to just have fun. I don't want to come home and find you frowning."

"But what if I like frowning?" Hermione asked as a joke.

"Well then you'll be forcing me to take drastic measures," he said with a playful smile as he stepped closer to her.

"And what might those drastic measures be, exactly?"

"I just might have to..." Matt immediately began to tickle her.

"No," she tried to say while laughing wildly. "Matt—stop! I—don't—like—being—tickled!"

He stopped, holding back his chuckles. "No more frowning then."

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him briefly. They laughed again. After a moment, she spoke. "Thanks for taking me out tonight," she said as she looked him in the eyes. "I had a great time."

"Me too," he responded with a smile.

Their gaze lasted just a second and a half too long. Hermione's eyes darted away. "I—it really helped me clear my mind as well." Matt nodded slightly. "Well uh, I better get to bed. Thanks again." She kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight!"

"'Night," he responded.

"Enjoy your last night on the couch," remarked Hermione as a joke.

"Whatever you say, 'Mione." He had called her 'Mione. It was a name he had called her before, but Ron called her by that nickname frequently. She was still so excited from her night out that it only flashed across her mind for half a second.

"Goodnight," She repeated as she closed the door.

"'Night, Mione."

So there it is! I liked this chapter. I just have so much fun writing Matt and Hermione. In fact, I hadn't planned for the whole last part to be more than a couple sentences, but hey, why not? Well, I really hope you enjoyed it! Please review and tell me your thought! Thanks!

Until next time,

Misty