A/N: I redid chapter thirteen so here you go.

Chapter Thirteen

Hermione awoke the next morning to Ron muttering something in her ear. Hermione jumped up a little taken back, scared if you will. She looked at Ron puzzled, because after what had happened last night she thought he would be mad at her for a while.

"Hermione could we just forget about last night?" Ron asked gravely.

"But Ron you don't just..." Hermione was cut off by Ron.

"Hermione, I was wrong last night okay? I realize that, and I just want to forget it."

Hermione was too tired to argue with him so she simply nodded and gave him a peck on the cheek before walking into the bathroom. Hermione took a quick shower and prepared herself for the day. She needed to find another job, and she needed to make things better with Ron. It was like a reoccurring dream between the two of them. One second they would be completely fine, and the next they would be angry at each other for small petty things. Hermione began to wonder if Ron and she should even be together.

Hermione shoved open the bathroom door and made her way to the bedroom to get dressed. When she opened the door she didn't expect Ron to be in there or anyone else for that matter, but there he sat on the bed with his head in his hands. Hermione did her best not to allow him to know she was there, and grabbed some clothes and silently put them on. Although it didn't matter how silent she was Ron knew she was there… in his presence. He didn't acknowledge it until she reached for the door," 'Mione?"

"Yeah?"

"I feel like I am in over my head here. I keep screwing up with you, and I feel like our relationship will never be the same again. I can't show you how much I love you anymore, and it is hard knowing that you are slowly slipping away again."

"Ron, but I am not slipping away, and you should know that I love you more than anything. We are just having problems right now, but it doesn't have to be this way," she said moving towards him slowly. He looked up at her and smiled slightly, but still looked hurt, and it killed Hermione that she could help him but she just didn't know how.

Hermione stood in front of Ron smiling down at him before clasping her hands in his. He stood up suddenly towering over her. In one swoop he captured his lips with hers, and ran his tongue along her bottom lip begging for an entrance. Needing an entrance. She finally gave in and parted her lips allowing him leeway.

Everything after that seemed to melt away in purple haze.

(A/N: Use your imagination… because I'm not helping. 0)

OOOOOOOO

Ginny stepped into the shower with nothing but wedding plans on her mind. The wedding was a good three or four months away, yet she still wanted everything ready now. She couldn't rest knowing that she hadn't picked flowers or dresses. She couldn't rest knowing that Harry was procrastinating getting his suit. It all kept Ginny in a cold sweat at night, and it wasn't like her to be anal retentive. That was Hermione's thing; even though Hermione's know-it-all ways had lessened they still weren't average, but that made Hermione, Hermione.

Ginny stood under the showerhead letting the warm water just fall on her. She hoped it would melt away her thoughts and leave her in a thoughtless world for at least twenty minutes. Ginny reached for the shampoo bottle set on leaving her mind blank, but suddenly the thoughts swept back through her like an electric wave of energy. Ginny brought the shampoo bottle close to her chest at the mere thought of her wedding day, but suddenly shook herself back to reality and sullenly poured a large amount of shampoo on her hand before bringing her hands up to her head and scrubbing the shampoo onto her hair.

After a countless amount of time she finally got out of the shower, her skin wrinkled from the hot water, and moved into the bedroom. Harry on the other hand was sitting in the living room writing a resume so that he could at least attempt to get another job. The simplicity of the whole situation was seemingly overwhelming, and Harry's thoughts soon carried over to dinner.

OOOOOOOO

Hermione lay in bed that night next Ron feeling exuberant. That day was uneventful, but that lust filled morning still hung over her. Ron's grip suddenly tightened and his chin rested on the top of her head. She could feel his stubbles from his unruly beard, they were prickling her scalp. She was soon dreaming soundly and was carried off on a cloud in her own world, leaving her thoughts behind in reality, as she was swooped away into her own imaginings.

A/N: There is the new chapter thirteen I hope you enjoyed it, and please review!