A/N: hey everyone! Sorry I've been taking so long! I hope you liked the last chapter!

'/' means 'later' okay!

-PM

Chapter seven: Hermione's reasons why

That night Harry took his fiancé and the whole wedding party out to dinner. Along with the bride's maids were the ushers: Fred, George, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, and the best man, Ron.

Neville had grown up a lot.He was no longer fat and chubby, he was a tad bit muscular and…good looking.

As the adults talked loudly over butter beer, Ginny called for their attention. "SHUT UP!" She roared. The table went quiet. "First I'd like to say we had a successful shopping trip this evening," Ginny was proud of their work, "and now we must discuss pairs." She looked around at the group. "Ron, you will be paired with Fluer, Abby, you're will Seamus, (Abby looked disgustedly at her partner and her sister gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder), Bridget – Fred, George – Dayna, and Hermione – Neville." Neville's face lit up- which Hermione pretended not to notice.

Immediately she thought of Ron. Doesn't Ginny know who Ron wants to be with? ...Maybe he doesn't love me anymore. She felt a sudden rush of sadness over whelm her. I don't love Ron! Hermione thought to herself. She looked over at Ron, he looked kind of cute. I DON'T LOVE RON! She thought frantically.

I don't love him because… She searched her mind for an answer.

There was no reason why.

/ Hermione stayed at The Burrow that night. Unlike usual, Hermione would be staying in a guest room, which had once been inhabited by Fred and George. She had been so used to staying in Ginny's room when she had visited over the summer holidays that she had forgotten they were adults now. They were older.(A/N: that was not a thought)

Hermione sat in front of the Weasley's fire place. She watched the orange and red flames dance. As the fire crackled a pair of feet came down the stairs. "Hey 'Mione." It was Harry. "Have you seen Ginny?"

"Nope," Hermione only half answered, deep in thought. Thinking of (who else?) Ron. Harry's voice reached her ears like it came through an echoing tunnel. "Are you okay?" Harry asked. She came back from the clouds with Harry sitting by her side.

Like the night she had found the letter and told Ginny, she poured everything out to Harry. He listened and didn't interrupt, but became alarmed when Hermione burst into tears.

"… And I d-don't know if I l-love him or not!" Hermione choked on her tears and the words got all caught up in her throat. "I'm s-so c-confused!" She took deep breaths. Harry gave her a comforting hug. When Hermione had finally calmed down she said: "I don't want to tell him anything, not yet. Not until I sort myself out. I'll just wait for him to tell me how he feels."

Hermione gave Harry a last hug. "Thanks a lot Harry," she told him. There was a moment of silence. "Uh, Hermione?"

"Yep?"

"I think we should get out of here 'cause you know…it looks like something it definitely isn't."

Harry was right: they had been hugging for at least a minute now and they were completely alone. That wouldn't look to good to Ginny, or at least, to anyone else.

"Thanks Harry," Hermione said again as she happily strode up the stairs.

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