A/N: Wow! I really like this story, and the response I'm getting from it. I really enjoy writing this! This is chapter four, but I have up to chapter seven planned out! Thanks for those of you who reviewed! I love you guys! Also, if anyone knows any good stories no matter if they are marriage law or not, and no matte who is 'together' I'll probably read it! If you want me to read your own story let me know about that too!

Randomness: For those of you who like sex scenes, sorry there won't be one… ever. I'm fourteen and have not had sex… and I'm proud! I mean… I'm fourteen…

Disclaimer: I haven't disclaimered (?) in a while so I figured I might! 'Arry Potter isn't mine; I just like to twist things to my own freaky amusement:)

Two weeks later Hermione was sitting on the lap of her fiancée in their apartment in Hogsmeade. Hermione and Charlie were sitting in a comfortable silence. The room was large but it was cozy and quaint. Hermione had made Charlie redecorate. Now the walls were light beige and had pretty things everywhere. Charlie thought it was a bit girly but whatever.

"Hermione, I can't believe we've only been… together for two weeks. I mean before this we rarely ever talked but I feel like I've known you forever. I've never met anyone who I was so similar to yet so different from." Charlie smiled and took Hermione's hand in his.

"Yea… I know exactly what you mean. I really like… this." Hermione smiled too.

Charlie began to kiss Hermione and lifted her up in his arms. He walked into his bedroom and laid her down on his bed.

Charlie pulled away slightly and rested his forehead on Hermione's. Hermione gave Charlie that mischievous smirk again and began taking off her sweater.

"That was… wow." Hermione whispered curled up against Charlie.

"Yea… I know exactly what you mean." Charlie said teasing Hermione.

"That's mean!" Hermione said, swatting him on the arm.

"Hermione, I… I love you." Charlie whispered, looking right into the eyes of his lover.

"Wow, Charlie… I, umm. I don't know what to say." Hermione broke their eye contact.

"How about what you feel," Charlie said slowly.

Hermione looked into space. It seemed as thought she were remembering something from a long time ago. It almost looked like the thought of… what ever she was thinking was causing her pain. Finally, she spoke.

"Charlie, I… I don't love you."

"What?" Charlie said sitting up.

"I don't love you." Hermione got up off the bed with a sheet wrapped around her small body.

"Hermione… how can you… then why did you… I… I… I have to go. My stuff will be gone in an hour."

Hermione's eyes widened as Charlie threw on his clothes and began shoving his belongings into his trunk. Hermione turned, crying, and ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

Two hours later, Hermione emerged from the bathroom to find all out Charlie's stuff gone except for a not on the bed.

Tell my parents I went back to Romania.

A/N: AHH! This is way short! Sorry! I can only put in so much filler and it was a kind of…right to the point chapter! We'll this is the second chapter updated today so be happy! Lol… plus I might do a third for today.