Across the park, Ron was sitting at his kitchen table. Harry had put his mind through a lot today. He had to seriously question everything he had told himself. Harry's words echoed through his head,

'Do you love her?'

'Do you miss her?'

And Ron had said yes to all of these things. And more. He had told Harry that he wanted Hermione back. That he wanted to see her again. Harry and Ginny were in bed now, asleep, with no problems to worry about. He should have known better.

A few doors down, Harry and Ginny Potter were talking, dicussing what their friends had said today.

'…so she said that she wanted to see him?'

Yes! I've said that already!' Ginny replied, impatiently

'Isn't this just annoying. They both love each other and everyone knows it!'

'But them!' she scoffed.

Suddenly Ginny sat up, '…Harry… I need to tell you something.'

Across the park, Hermione Granger was sipping a cup of strong black coffee. She didn't care what it took she was planning on not going under. She did plently of that after she broke up with Ron. She played depressing break up songs and moped around her house. And then she moved.
She didn't exactly want to do that because she liked her park and her lake and her large straight glass window in her kitchen. She didn't wish to leave her apartment now.

She wondered about Ron and what he was doing at this minute. Little could she know that he was doing exactly the same thing. Wondering about her.

The next morning Ron was sitting in his kitchen. He was pale and he had black rings under his eyes. Ginny came into the room and when she saw the pitiful sight she sighed and became all motherly. 'Ron! Were you up all night?' she asked handing him more coffee and flicking her wand at the stove.

'You are going to have porridge this morning. And lots of coffee. Then you're going for a shower. I don't care what it takes but you aren't going to mope.'

Ron nodded sadly. 'Ok.'

He began to gulp at the coffee, rubbing his eyes.

Harry was grinning happily and he looked like he was bursting to say something.

'What's got you ready to pee yourself?' Ron asked, in spite of his moping.

Harry grin broadened and he said, 'I think your sister should tell you!'

Ron's head swivelled around to look at Ginny.

She was silent for a moment and she thought for a moment before setting a bowl of steaming porridge in front of Ron. She straightened up and said, '…Ron… I'm.. I' m pregnant Ron!'

'You're… You're… You're what?'

'Pregnant. Ron.' She said smiling, placing a hand on her stomach.

Once Ron had over come the shock he said, 'Wow! I'm going to be an uncle right?'

Ginny nodded, smiling at the fact that Ron seemed to be taking it well.

'Congratulations!' he cried and gave his sister a hug.

Ginny sighed inwardly. The hardest part was over.

Hermione was sitting on her bed sulking. She didn't want to leave the house and there was no one to stop her from doing just that. Suddenly her intercom crackled. Grabbing the portable receiver beside her bed she spoke into it.

'Hello. Hermione Granger. Room 32.'

'Oh! Good! Hermione! You're quite the social butterfly this week. The red head chick that came yesterday is here today. Can she come up?' said Lou's voice.

'Yeah. Send Ginny up. Tell her my front door is open.'

'Bye.'

Hermione sighed and sunk back onto the pillows. She had been tempted to tell her that she didn't want a visitor. But she knew Ginny was only trying to help.

A few minutes later Hermione heard her front door open and then soft footsteps.

The red head girl appeared a few seconds later in Hermione's bedroom.

'I tld him.' She whispered slding onto Hermione's bed, sitting cross legged opposite Hermione.

'You told Harry?'

'Yeah.' Ginny replied softly, grabbing Hermione's hand. 'I have to ask you something. Would you see Ron if I could organize it?'

Hermione shook her head, 'Thanks for the offer Gin, But I would prefer to do it when I was ready.'

Ginny shrugged. ''k. Doesn't bother me.'

There was a moment of silence before Ginny launched into baby talk and they chattered on, all thoughts of Ron forgotten.

Ron felt like sulking. He was jealous of Harry. Harry was going to be a dad. Ron wanted to be a dad. He felt like Harry was having the life he should have. Ron sat on his bed, moping about Hermione. He was going to find her if it was the last thing he did. He was remembering everything he had done with her. The walks in their park. The long winter nights when all they did was sit in front of the fire watching the rain. He remembered her feeding him when he was sick and he carried her up to the hospital when she broke her ankle. As much pain as she was in, she laughed the whole way. It may not have helped that he was kissing her feet the whole way. (They were clean! She fell over in the shower! She came out minutes after hurting herself, in her bra and underwear. He had to get her to put a shirt on before scooping her up to the hospital)

He wanted to add more memories to that. He wanted to be with her.

Hermione couldn't believe how low she had sunk. She was sitting on her bed with Ginny, listening to the radio. The muggle radio. The thought had only occurred her when Paris Hilton's Star's are Blind came on. She felt like crying whenever she heard it. And no. It wasn't because she wasn't particularly emotional, it was because she couldn't stand the song. The song ended it and Ginny was cackling.. She began imitating.

'Even though the gods are crazy…. Even though the stars are blind… ha ha ha ha ha ha!' she giggled singing the song, rolling around on the bed.

Hermione smiled, Ginny was the only one who could make that song look so funny.

Ginny decided to wanted chocolate. She began whining. 'Hey… I'm a pregnant! I'm meant to have cravings and caring friends are meant to understand. Now lets go get chocolate. And maybe some of the hot chocolate powdered stuff. I want some of that.'

Hermione scoffed, 'You're going to milk this 'I'm pregnant' thing for all it's worth aren't you?'

Ginny nodded happily, 'Yep! Pretty much. Lady with a baby coming through!'

The two laughed but ten minutes later, they were in coats and shoes and scarves ready to go. Walking arm in arm they laughed as they walked towards the supermarket.

The two of the them walked around choosing their items. Tissues, and a bottle of cola went into the basket. Then Ginny found all the chocolate sort of stuff. Suddenly when they each reached the counter, Ginny had racked up a lot of money compared to Hermione.

The two laughed and when they reached Hermione's block, Ginny said, 'I think I'll drop this stuff back at Ron's. I want to see Harry again.

Hermione smile and nodded, 'Ok. See ya! Dunno when but I will!'

Ginny set off across the park her bags swinging in her hands.

Hermione went back up into apartment and decided to do something she had wanted to do in a long time.

Ron was sitting in his apartment watching Ginny unpack all her groceries into his cupboard.

'My God Ronald!' she said, taking in the state of his fridge.

He was single, he worked and he didn't get out much. So it wasn't his fault that his fridge was a little dismal. There were three and a half cans of butterbeer. A half empty bottle of Fire-whisky, a pathetic looking lettuce that was long past it's throw out date and a plastic sample packet of tomato sauce.

'I don't want to see your pantry.' She said, throwing her hands up.

'Now. I want hot chocolate and that's what I'm going to get. Thank Merlin that I bought milk because you don't appear to have any of that.'

Ronsmiled and watched his sister busy herself with making herself hot chocolate.

Hermione sighed as she breathed in the musty air at the top of her wardrobe. She was currently trying to pull down a cardboard box. It was driving her insane because it was firmly wedged. She jerked her arm so violently this time that the box instantly became free. She was forced backwards, off the chair and began to fall backwards, directly onto her bed.

Laughing she pushed the box off her chest and flicked her hair back from her face. With bated breath she opened the box.

This box was something she hadn't opened in years. She had vowed to throw it out, but she never did. Now she was going to open it.

Looking on the top, everything flooded over her in recognition. On the very top of the box was a blue button up shirt. It was a little dusty and perhaps a little faded but it was just as Hermione remembered it. This was the shirt she had worn with Ron that day in hs apartment. Smiling she even remembered the song that had come on that she was dancing to. She took it out unfolded it, and place it beside her. She turned to the next thing. They were just photo's. Endless photo's.

There were photo's of them holding Hanna, Bill and Fleur's child. There was a few photo's of them hugging each other in front of the Eiffel Tower. They had gone there for a graduation present to themselves. There were photo's of Ron smiling goofily just as Hermione woke him up. His hair was all ruffled and sticking up but he looked sorta cute all the same. There was one of 18 year old, her and Ron at Disney world. They had apparated there for a week, well….because they could. Harry and Ginny went with them. They all had so much fun. Although, they couldn't have know that Ron and Hermione were going to break up in mere weeks.
There were many more photo's and lots of time to look through them, but she wanted to see the rest of the box.

The next thing that came out was a leather-bound diary. It was a little worn, and tattered, with her initials embossed on the front.

Flipping it open she smiled, she remembered this diary, very well. It had cream coloured pages, no lines and it used to have rose-scented pages. Ron gave it to her for a Christmas present on year. It had come with a silver locked with her initials on it too. She read one entry.

Dear Diary,

I am just going to report today, that Ron and I are going to Paris for a weekend after we graduate. I think we're lucky to be graduating at all but I'll go along with that.

It has been one week since Ron told me that he loved me. I never thought I would get the courage up for it. But now we're together, And I don't think I could be happier.

Hermione stopped reading there. Her eyes filled up with tears, she would give anything to go back to her 17-year-old, naïve self. A world where Ron and Hermione were meant to be together. And a world where she was going to have a little girl and Ron would where a suit to his wedding. And a world where all those dreams were likely to become reality.

Hermione sighed, if only she had known then.

Closing the diary she saw the cast they had put on her ankle. She smiled, all over it was RON! Or RON IS THE BEST! HERMIONE IS CUTE! LUV RON!

Hermione felt her smile broaden, Ron had been so sweet during that time. He had carried her everywhere, no matter how much she protested. He had given her presents, and bunches of flowers. He was so… she couldn't put a word to it.

Plaing that aside she saw a stuffed Minnie Mouse, it was a little faded, but still very memorable. She had bought Ron a Goofy to go with it. She said it was because it suited him the most. They had both laughed, hugging their new friends to their chests.

All these memories, they were all Ron's. They belonged to him. Hermione didn't want to admit it, and yet she knew it, she missed Ron more than ever.

Harry was out, and Ginny and Ron were the only two left in the house.

Suddenly Ron blurted out, 'Where does she live?'

Ginny smiled, 'I… Ron… I'm not sure if I can't give out her address freely. It would really be up to her!'

'Where does she live? Are you still in contact with her?'

'..well… Ron… I have only written to her in the past few months, but even then she's been vague. I've seen her recently though.'

Ginny didn't give away just how recently she had seen Hermione.

Ron pressed on, 'Did she say anything…about…u-..me?'

Ron had been on the verge of saying us. But then he realized it wasn't right. He quicly changed to me.

Ginny shook her head, 'Ron. I'm not answering that. You may be my brother, but Hermione's my best friend. She has her own rights. I won't tell you everything she said. Now. If you don't mind. I want to go get tea.'

Ginny stood up and walked out the apartment, on her way for fish and chips.

Ron was left alone in his apartment. There was only one thing for him to do.