(A/n: Sound the hallelujah chorus, I'm updating. It's been what...three months? Not acceptable. So now, without further ado, Chapter Four).

Forty minutes later I was in a hospital ward-this time, thankfully, it was in St. Mungo's. The muggle doctors were so suspicious they insisted on taking a urinary test on Ron-that was when we decided to inconspicuously wheel Ron out of the maternity ward.

"Excuse me!" A blonde nurse with no visible eyebrows and a soft, timid voice was trying to get our attention. "Excuse me!"

"Back off!" I said, furiously trying to push the stretcher through the metal detector.

"Excuse me!" she said, lightly tapping me on the shoulder. I ignored her and tried to maneuver Ron through the space between the metal detector and the door.

"HEY!" bellowed No-Eyebrows.

"WHAT!" I roared back

"You dropped your...stick."

"Oh."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"She means thanks." Ginny said, taking the wand and, while pretending to examine the hospital map, expanded the gap behind her back.

The nurse was walking away, muttering about pagans.

Anyway. As soon as we wheeled Ron outside, we Side-Apparated him to St. Mungo's. It was tricky because he kept jerking around a bit. He's lucky all of him made it here... at least, the parts I know about. No report yet on the nether regions.

"Ooohh. My head." Unlike muggle anesthetics, sleeping draughts used for surgery at St. Mungo's leave major migraines.

"Mornin' sunshine!" said Ginny, laughing when he winced.

"Owww...not so loud...Hermione?"

"Guess again, lover boy." He winced again. "I'm guessing you haven't picked up your tux yet?"

Huh? Oh yeah. The wedding.

"Huh?" he said.

"While you were off in Happy Fish Land I've taken the liberty of ordering your tux for you." He blinked. "For my wedding."

"Oh. Yeah. Of course-the wedding. D'you think I'd forget my best friend in the entire world's" (little offended here) "and my baby sister's wedding! In fact," he said, now really getting into it and making a gallant effort to sit up, "That's why I was Hermione's."

Huh?

"Er, well...I went there to talk to her about...the um...the flowers".

"The flowers?" she said, crossing her arms. She didn't buy this for a second.

"Yeah, you know. Remember? You told me that we were in charge of the flowers? And I said, 'Of course we'll help you! I'm there for you Gin-gin.'"

Great. Now he was dragging me into this.

"You. I put you in charge of the flowers?"

"Yes."

"You are in charge of haggling with all the local florists, color coordinating them with the bridesmaid dresses and, most important of all, arranging them in an such an attractive manner that suggests I spent a fortune on this wedding, when really I only splurged on the dress?" she demanded.

He blinked. "Yes."

"Fine. But if you mess this up the both of your heads will roll." She looked so dangerous that I didn't say anything. Pre-wedding stress can do that to a person.

"Now. I'm getting an espresso. You two stay here and work this out-Hermione, you know what color the dresses are, and Ron, you can...buy the ribbons. Get complementary colors, not the color of the flower. If all else fails, get white. I'll meet you at the Burrow on Thursday and see what you've come up with-and it'd better be good." She gave him her best death-glare, and added "Sorry, Hermione. But you know how much he will screw this up if you don't keep him in check. Good luck."

And she left, looking like a mission impossible die-hard, wearing a black trench-coat-style jacket and her death-glare.

"Hermione?" he said, looking sheepish.

I copied Ginny and gave him a death glare.

"So, now what do you plan to do?"

"Well, as soon as the potion they gave me kicks in and these gills are off I'll sign myself out and we'll pop round the nearest florist and buy the flowers. I mean, how hard could it be to buy a few daisys?"

Oh, if only he knew.

I sighed and collapsed on the nearest chair.

"So. What've you been up to for the last four years?"

He looked sheepish again. I would be too, if I had cut off all contact with my best friend for apparently no reason.

"Well...I'm an auror now." he said, his ears red.

"I know, Harry told me...Congratulations."

"Thanks...So. What have you been doing?"

All of a sudden all of the hurt feelings and rage of him not even owling me for the last half decade boiled up inside of me and exploded. "Why were you avoiding me?"

"A-avoiding you?"

"For the last four years!"

"I-I wasn't-"

"Don't you tell me you never even imagined I wouldn't ask you what the bloody hell you were thinking by not even sending me one bloody letter for the last FOUR BLOODY YEARS!" I had lost it.

"Hermioine..I"

"WHAT? I"M LISTENING! GO AHEAD TELL ME SOME COCKED UP STORY!"

"Hermione...I'm sorry."

This caught me so off guard I just stared at him, breathing heavily.

"I'm so sorry." He looked up at me, with those big blue eyes.

"What happened?" I asked quietly.

"Auror training happened. Harry knows-we went through it together. For three years he and I were holed up at the Ministry, performing rigorous tests and studying thousands of obscure methods of death eater catching. Harry always wrote to Ginny and you, and I sometimes sent something to Ginny. But...I always chickened out when I thought of writing to you. "

"Why?"

He shrugged. "It doesn't matter now."

The was an awkward silence. I cleared my throat. "Well. You look all healed up. So how about those flowers?"

Voila, chapitre quatre. I'm really pleased with this chapter-even though its kind of short, I know. Tell me if you liked it, or any criticisms are absolutely welcome. Go on, click the button-you know you want to :).