A/N: Two chapters in one day… aren't you guys special... and it's my birthday… This is my thank you to you for being the best readers anyone could ever have. THANKS!

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HerFathersJoy: Yes, John… She wasn't going out with him, but then she decided John was better than no Weasley… sigh how little she knows…

Chapter Seven

Hermione and John went to nice little muggle restaurant. It was an extravagant Italian restaurant, and normally Hermione would have loved being there, but right now all her mind could think about the letters from Ron. She wondered if all the letters were poems or if they contained something more. Would they fill her in on everything she missed in his life? Would she know now what he went through during that year without her? Would she found out everything about him--- relationships? Careers? --- She wondered. She wondered what she missed out on for a year. She wondered if she could ever truly have him back. She wondered until her attention was drawn to John who had just gotten back from the bathroom.

"I got you a job," he said simply," that is of course if you want it?" Hermione was awe struck; she needed a job badly and soon.

"Yeah of course… but um what is it?" Hermione said reaching for his warm hand and grasping it in her own. He smiled," You would be writing for a magazine called Witch Weekly. I don't know details except you would start Monday."

"Yay," Hermione said kissing him on the cheek," A real job, finally I need something to do."

John smiled then waved the waitress over for the bill," Look, I have to be going. I have a very important meeting do you think you can get home yourself or do you want me to get you a cab?"

"No I can get home by myself thank you," Hermione said getting up to leave," Oh and don't invite someone to lunch if you don't plan on getting through the first course, because if all you wanted to do was tell me I have a job you could have done that by owl or just by stopping by. Not interrupting my day because you think this is fun."

Hermione rushed home angry at John and angry at herself for not finishing her letters. John was a pompous ass who insisted on running Hermione's life and Ron was just simply Ron. Ron didn't tell her how to live or get jobs for her… of course she did appreciate the opportunity and would gladly take the job, but she was quite capable of getting her own jobs. Hermione pushed open her apartment door and settled herself down onto the sofa with her letters in hand. She grabbed the next one…. December 4th, 2004. This was definitely no poem.

Dear Hermione,

I have thought about the "unfortunate incident" many times over and over again. I remember waking up and seeing you flabbergasted at the doorway of your so-called doom, but I don't remember what happened before. I have talked to Dumbledore and now I am going to St. Mungo's to figure out what really happened that night… I'm scared Hermione… I wish you would be there with me, but sometimes pain is best endured on your own….

Ronald Weasley

P.S: I love you

Hermione read the next ten briefly… they were all about his St. Mungo experience and explained what truly happened the night of "unfortunate incident". Ripping open the December 14th letter, she heard a tap at the window and saw Pig fluttering away outside with a package four times as big as his head. She rushed over to the window and opened it quickly and waved Pig over to the kitchen where she gave him a bowl of water. Pig dived in and Hermione took the package.

December 14th 2004:

Hermione,

You once told me about a muggle poet. You said he was your favorite. I never thought much of it until now I realized I should have always cared much more about your interests than I ever did. You told me his name was William Shakespeare, I remembered because every word you spoke stays with me… Because when you spoke to me it was like I was walking on water… I was free I was happy and now all those feelings are gone…

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;


Coral is far more red than her lips' red;


If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;


If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.


I have seen roses damasked, red and white,


But no such roses see I in her cheeks;


And in some perfumes is there more delight


Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.


I love to hear her speak, yet well I know


That music hath a far more pleasing sound;


I grant I never saw a goddess go;


My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.


And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare


As any she belied with false compare.

William Shakespeare, you're favorite. Remember I love you and I will everyday forever more. I hope you enjoyed the poem and goodbye….

Ronald Weasley

Hermione felt a sudden curiosity creep over her. Ron actually listened to everything? The curiosity of the next letter awaited her on the desk. Setting there…. Thicker than usual…

December 15th, 2004:

Hermione,

I found out what happened that night… all the papers are in this envelope…

If I could heal your heart I would
If I could heal your pain I would
If I could see you smile again
If only I could help you I would
If only I could show you the good in the world
Take your hand and your difficult path I would
If only.. if only
I could see you smile see you happy.. wipe your tears
If only I could... I would
If I could erase what hurt you the most
If I could restart where everything went wrong i would
But I cant
I cant help you forget
I cant take that pain away
But I can be here for you
I can try to make you smile
I can take your hand and guide you through your path
But the decisions are yours
the pain may suck
But that's yours too
You'll never forget either
No one really forgets those who have taken a piece of the heart
Instead of forgetting them
Thank them
Because this will make you stronger
This is just a stepping stone you need to get over
This is your life!

Hermione was about to dash into the next letter when she heard a knock on her door. Expecting it to be John she opened the door without looking and said," What do you want now?"

Then she looked up and saw… Karolyn… standing there in shades and hair thrown back into a sloppy bun.

"Hey Hermione…" Karolyn said in a smug voice.

"What do you want?"

"I want the letters Ronald finally had to courage to mail you. He told me about his little mistake and I thought I would come down here and correct it for him. So just hand them over… all of them. Ron doesn't need false hope so let's just do what is best for him and me, and our relationship and not cause him anymore pain."

Hermione walked into the living room and wandered over to the coffee table and gathered all the letters. Karolyn stood in the doorway shade pushed down so she could see clearly and her hand extended… wanting the letters. Hermione walked back over to Karolyn and said," You want the letter huh?"

"Yes I do," Karolyn said swinging for the letters.

"Okay," Hermione said taking the letters and throwing them into the hall outside of her apartment," take them. I have read everything I need to know."

"Oh and what is that?" Karolyn said picking up all the letters.

"He loves me… he always will. He doesn't need some dandy whore who thinks she can have everything she wants,"

"Mmmhmm… That's why he is still dating me? That's why we are engaged?" Karolyn said holding her hand in her face that contained a diamond ring," so as you can see he obviously doesn't care about you at all and never will again… and as for these letters… consider them gone…"

"You are a smug bitter colossal bitch," Hermione said slamming the door in her face.

Hermione said slamming the door and walking back inside. There were no more letters to be eager about… there wasn't anymore essence of Ron besides some old t-shirt that she took from him in their seventh year at Hogwarts.

She settled herself down onto the couch wearing Ron's old shirt and drinking alcohol…. She soon fell asleep and drifted away from everything that mattered only moments before.

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