Hey everyone! Sorry it's taken so long! I'm working on a few scripts and other things right now. Anyway! I wrote two one shots that I'd love for you to check out if you get a chance! The titles are: And The Truth Is… and A Thunderous Revelation. And if you've already read And The Truth Is, chances are it's changed. I realized after most everyone had review that it was a one shot. I hope you enjoy them!

So I'm getting into figuring out exactly how this story will go and the story keeps writing itself into another direction. In fact, it's beginning to turn out nothing like I thought it would, haha, but I enjoy it this way. So please, bare with me as I figure out what events really will take place. OK, so enough of my yadaing. Here it goes!

Just kidding! I have one more quick thing to add. Some of you thought the last chapter was confusing and I can totally see why. I had symbols separating the different parts of the story, but unfortunately deleted them. Sorry! Ok, here it goes! Really!

"To…" Hermione mumbled to herself as she filled out yet another invitation.

"So sorry I couldn't get there sooner to help you pick out your dress."

"Oh it's fine Ron, really. Luckily Matt was able to help me. See? It all worked out."

"Yeah." Ron trailed off as he put another invitation into an envelope. "I guess you got along fine without me," he added quietly. He watched her as she made out the invitations. She was so beautiful, but something was wrong… something didn't feel right about her anymore. "Hermione?"

"Yes, Ron?" She continued writing.

"I—uh… There's something I need to—" Hermione looked up at him. "T-this isn't right. I'm sorry; I just can't do this. It's over."

Hermione awoke, her heart beating wildly in her chest! Her breathing was intense and frantic. She switched on the lamp and tried to calm herself in the light.

A dream? No, it wasn't a dream. She had been reliving the life-changing moment, which had taken place nearly a week ago, a moment she wished to forget.

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Matt twisted the key, turning off the engine of his car. He leaned his head back and sighed. He had come too close, much too close. Too close to regaining his feelings for her, too close to taking advantage of her situation and asking her out on a real date.

The way she smiled when she saw the stage; The way they had danced so closely; The way their eyes had held their gaze just half a second too long; all of this had nearly driven him back to where he started, an effect, he found, Hermione had on him often.

He opened the door and stepped out of his car, thinking over what he was about to do. Hermione would be angry with him for coming here, but he had to come. Somehow he felt the whole thing was his fault. He had to do it for her.

Matt nervously knocked on the door. He wondered how Ron would react to his surprise visit. He had, of course, met Ron many times before, but Hermione had always been there. Would he be as nice as he always had?

"Oh hey, Matt! Hermione's not here right now," said Ron after he opened the door.

"I know," stated Matt.

"Oh." Ron knew why he was here, now.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure," said Ron opening the door wider, "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks."

"So…" said Ron heavily as they sat down. "How's Hermione?"

"She's doing ok," replied Matt.

"Good, that's good."

"How about you," asked Matt, seeming concerned. Ron looked like he hadn't slept for days.

"I'm holding up," said Ron with a sigh. "So she's staying with you then?"

"Yeah, just for a while until she goes to her parents or gets a place of her own again. What about you? Are you going to stay here?"

"Maybe. I'll probably get a smaller place, but I won't move in with my parents."

"Have you told them yet?"

"About the wedding? No." said Ron flatly. "T-to tell you the truth, and don't tell Hermione this, but I haven't exactly talked to my family since; I've sort of ignored them. I haven't told anyone about it yet."

Matt was glad Ron trusted him enough to speak openly, or maybe it had to do with the fact he, apparently, hadn't spoken to anyone for days. "It sounds like you are so sure you want the wedding canceled."

Ron looked like he was about to say something, but then changed the subject. "Sp what's up with Hermione? What did she send you over for? I think she has most of her things."

"Actually, she didn't send me. I came to talk to you."

"Oh." There was silence. I suppose you want to know why I called it off then, why I finished it." Matt waited for him to explain. "Have you ever thought something was completely right, only to find it wasn't?"

"What do you mean?

"I mean, have you ever had something you felt was perfect, something you felt you could always rely on and would be there for you, something or someone you thought you couldn't live without, but you realized that maybe it was just you who felt that way; maybe that person could go through life without you?" Matt nodded. "Maybe Hermione can go through life without me."

"That's just it, maybe. Maybe she can, maybe she can't. You need to talk to her Ron."

"I can't—"

"You can't just leave her like that!"

Ron paused, thinking over everything. "Why are you doing this?" He asked. "I mean you love her, don't you?

"That's not important—"

"But it is! If you didn't try to help us, you'd end up with Hermione and everything would be great for you and you know it. Yet you're still trying to help. Why?"

Matt was slightly taken aback. "Because she loves you, Ron! She's my friend; I have to help her. Besides, I've seen the way you two look at each other."

"I've seen the way she looks at you."

"W—what? Listen you know I—Hermione loves you. Is that what this is about? You think Hermione actually—"

"Well, in a way, yes, I think she does."

"That's ridiculous! We're just—"

"No, it's—"

"I care because Hermione loves you! She loves you, Ron, and I know you love her as well. The love you two have doesn't happen very often, and I don't want to you lose it over something pointless."

A silence breached between the two men. "It's not just that." He paused. "I'm not blaming you for anything, but the other day when I saw you two in the dress shop I realized something. I realized Hermione could be happy with someone else. I realized maybe I wasn't the one for her; maybe there was someone better. She doesn't need me to be happy, and we've both only dated each other. Who's to say what we're missing? Maybe we really aren't meant to be."

"You had to of thought that when you proposed."

"Well, yeah, but—"

"If you had doubts, then why did you propose? You don't just marry someone if you aren't sure you really love them!"

"I do love her! That's why I didn't tie her to me for the rest of time! I didn't want to hold her back! All I want is for her to be happy!"

"Then do her a favor, Ron, do what's right! Talk to her! Tell her your thoughts. Because right now, she doesn't know what the hell is going on! Just give her that one courtesy, ok? Explain it all to her. Explain why you've made her miserable." Matt stood up and grabbed his coat. "Just don't leave her wondering."

And now I leave you with the one sentence summary of this story. Can the one man who nearly caused them to part, be the only one who can reunite them?