Part One
"The Goodbye"
"Don't give me that look, I hate that look, you always make me feel bad for leaving you."
"That's because I want you to feel bad about leaving me... Are first night alone in weeks and you're going to pissing work..."
Ron looked away from Hermione and glared angrily out of the window. She new she couldn't say anything else without this turning into a full argument so she grabbed her jacket and headed for the door. Just as she put her foot out the door, Ron grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her round and kissed her passionately.
"Be safe ok... I don't want you to go get yourself killed a few days before my big match. I love you."
Hermione smiled sweetly at her fiancé and then finished her journey to the end of the driveway. There was a small popping noise and she was gone. Ron slammed the door shut and went and sat at the dining room table. Why does she always have to do this, I mean last week Harry was here, yesterday she had a work do... What it's gonna be next, 'Voldermort returns from whatsome people called his final death'. You can just see the headlines now.
By the time Ron had stopped muttering to himself it was past midnight and he soon realized that Harry would be there any moment. He rushed around the small, yet rather cozy house, picking up anything that looked dirty and shoved it in one of the cupboards. Just as he went to sit down, there was another small popping noise and Harry appeared out of thin air just inside the front door.
"Hey, what's up? Where's Hermione, don't tell me, she's at work again."
"Don't remind me mate, it's killing me, she had to go on the only night we've had a few hours alone in weeks, or to me it feels like months.
Harry smiled sympathetically at his best friend then jumped onto the sofa and closed his eyes.
There you go, please review and tell me truthfully what you think...