Hey! Thanks for reading everyone! I just want to say thank you to SisterBear58 for checking over this chapter for me. Check out her fic Summer In The Muggle World when you get a chance! Here it goes!

One day. That was it. She would give him one day, and if he failed to come through, then his words would no longer matter to her.

Why should she even wait for him today? What had he done to deserve one more chance?

Matt thought he deserved that chance, and maybe he's right. Not that it will matter though. Ron won't actually come…

Hermione sat on Matt's couch trying to decide who she would go stay with tomorrow. She would really rather stay with Matt, but she couldn't. Matt didn't need her moping around his house anymore.

Just then a knock came at the door. Hermione stood up to answer it stood up to answer it, not even considering the possibility of Ron being at the door, but when she opened the door she was presented with that possibility. Possibility? No. Ron was really standing there, holding a single red rose.

Hermione leaned against the doorframe. "What do you want, Ron?"

"An hour of your time," he said handing her the rose. "So I can explain myself."

She took the rose and admired it. "It may take longer than an hour." Ron slightly frowned. "Come in."

Ron entered and they both apparated (since Matt was at work) to the flat hey had once shared.

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Ron fought the need to wrap his arms around her for the rest of eternity. He put his left hand in his pocket in order to prevent himself from grabbing her hand. "It's so good to just see you again, 'Mione." She didn't respond but only continued walking towards the front room. "I've missed you terribly." They took a seat. "These past few days have been awful."

"What's your explanation, Ron?" asked Hermione coldly.

Downtrodden, Ron began. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm so sorry for everything I've put you through." He sighed. "The reason… how do I say this?" He searched for words. "I love you."

"So you ended our relationship because you loved me?"

"It's more than that," he said, exhaling quickly in frustration with his lack of words. "Hermione, I love you so much. Y—you're so perfect in everyway, I… Why would you choose me? I don't deserve you and you definitely deserve better than me.

'And when I see you with Matt, I see how happy you are with him, and I realize that someone else, someone better, can make your eyes light up and make you smile, probably more than I ever could."

He stopped for a moment. "Hermione, we've only dated each other. It isn't fair to you. I might be keeping you from the one you," he paused for a second to breathe as he tried to hide his tears. "The one you're really meant to be with. Maybe I'm holding you back."

Hermione hadn't looked at Ron since he had appeared at Matts door. She had calmly and nonchalantly listened to his words, taking them in and thinking them over. He had tried to make his reasons look valiant, but she could see through them. Now she was trying hard to fight back her tears. "Or maybe I'm the one holding you back."

Ron's eyes grew wide. "No, Hermione, that's not it!"

"How can I be sure, Ron?"

"Hermione I love you so much that I feel sick when I'm not with you."

"You say that, yet it took you a full week to finally get in touch with me."

"You know me! I would never—"

"Yes, I thought I did! I—I thought I loved you and I thought you loved me too."

Ron felt like he had been knocked out cold by her words. "You th—thought you loved me?" Hermione looked down into her lap. He began to feel frozen inside. "H—Hermione I still do love you."

Still Hermione said nothing.

"I made a mistake, ok? And you haven't a clue how much it's killing me!"

"Haven't a clue?" She looked up at him in outrage. "You seem to forget your decision affects me too, Ron!"

"Hermione—"

"I agreed to marry you, to spend the rest of my life with you. Is that not proof enough that I love you? That I think you're the one I am suppose spend forever with?"

"Hermione, I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you just talk to me? Everyone gets nervous before they get married, Ron; everyone gets scared."

Ron thought over everything for a moment before responding. "You're right, Hermione," He said, slowly nodding. "I should have talked to you instead of just… acting quickly. I should have communicated. I messed up, badly."

On stared into his lap. A most painful look filled his eyes. They sat in silence, waiting to see what would happen next. I may have just lost the love of my life. "Please," he said. "Please just give me one more chance, not that I deserve it."

"I don't… Ron how can we be together if we don't communicate? It's always been that way, and look where it has gotten us!"

"I promise this time it'll be different, this time I won't screw things up." He kneeled beside her, lifting her hand and holding his hand in hers. "Please, Hermione. Please."

Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she looked into her eyes. Should she? Would she? Her heart ached with her decision. "I—I don't know, Ron. I just don't know." She let go of his hand and stood up. "I've spent the last week trying so hard to hate you, and now I…" She looked away from him. "I need to think it over."

Ron looked up at her. "It's ok, Hermione." She was surprised at his words. Ron stood. "Take your time and think it over; just know I'll be here waiting for your answer." Hermione nodded slowly, turning around. "Hermione, wait." She looked back at him. "Just in case this is our last goodbye, please just… just let me kiss you one more time."

Hermione stepped closer to him. They stood face to face, just looking at each other. Then Ron placed his arms around her, and she slid hers around him. Hermione began to cry into his shoulder as they held each other tight. Just being in his arms again was bliss. "I'm sorry; I'm so sorry," Ron whispered softly into her ear, his voice quivering through each word, then kissed her temple.

Reluctantly they both loosened their hold on each other until they were face to face again. Could this really be goodbye? Could it really be over? They looked into their tear-stained eyes. Could it? They leaned in, their lips barely touching before they finally began what could be their last kiss.

Hermione took a step back. "Goodbye." Then she disappeared out of sight.

"G'Bye…"

It's so hard to say goodbye…

This chapter reminded me of the song She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5. Only parts of the song though… I don't mind spending every day out on your corner in the pouring rain… Well, I hope you enjoyed it! Review and let me know! Misty