Hermione was sitting on her bed sifting through the memories of her past. She was over crying now. She didn't need to anymore. She realized, that she could see Ron again without breaking down. But, a nasty voice said in her ear, Could you handle it when he turns up with a wife and kids?

Hermione wasn't sure if she could. Would she be able to smile and act pleasantly when Lavender Weasley turned up carrying a screaming strawberry blonde baby?

Hermione was frustrated with herself now. Every time she got to the point that she decided she could see Ron, she would backtrack and stumble over herself, before going back to thinking that Ron didn't want to see her.

And maybe that was because he didn't.

Ron knew he had half an hour til his sister would return. Harry would be back in that time too. He didn't have long. He tore up his hallway into Ginny and Harry's room. Ripping around the corner he dropped to the floor, where Ginny's suitcase was. He unzipped it and was about to chuck everything out until he realized… Ginny would notice if her entire suitcase was in shambles. So he slowed himself down and began to lift each shirt out, gently.

Pink, green, blue, white, black, it was driving him insane. How many clothing articles could she have? Finally he reached the pants. Skirts, pants, leggings, anything. She had a lot of them. She seemed to have everything in her suitcase except for the thing he wanted.

Placing all the clothes back in, he zipped it up and turned to the top pockets. There was toothpaste, and a hairbrush and soap but still not what he wanted. She might not have brought it! He thought suddenly. He looked around, desperate to know it was there. He grabbed her handbag off her bed and dug into it. The only thing missing was her purse, which was in her hand at the moment. His hand struck something hard. Good. It was her organizer. He flipped it open and it opened directly to the date of that week. In Ginny's handwriting it had,

10am At Ron's. Until Next Monday

11am Go to Hermione's.

In that weeks notes it said,

Hermione's house for dinner.

Try not to bring up Ron to Hermione or Hermione to Ron.

Don't want to get involved.

Don't tell Ron.

Ron was confused. Ginny couldn't be in two places at once. Hang on… how come Ginny was seeing Hermione on the same day as him? He felt himself grow furious and he angrily flipped through the book to the address part. It had

Ron Weasley

Ph: -

Address- Apartment 29,Evergreen Tower. London.

Hermione Granger

Ph: -

Address: Apartment 32 Lakeview Rise, London.

Ron grew curious. So they both live in London. But where was Lakeview Rise?

Quickly writing down the address on a piece of paper in the back of Ginny's organizer, he stuffed it in his pocket and ran out to the kitchen.

Opening the directory he went straight to the index. 'L-L-L…L! Ok… LA. Got it. L-A-K…. Ok! Lake. Where's Lakeview?'

He searched, his tongue stuck out slightly, 'Lakeview!' he cried finding the co-ordinates for the map. Then he turned to maps and began to slide his finger along the side. He found it.

'Yes! I've got it! Now where is it?'

Ron tried to find a familiar street but he couldn't read the street names.

There was a park and a lake near her apartment. He pointed his wand at it. 'Magnifio.'

He instructed it. The street names jumped out at it. One was the street she lived on. It was a very familiar street. And so was the street opposite her's. It was his.

Hermione felt like going for a walk. She wanted to leave she house, her head was full. She paced her kitchen. Did she leave? Did she stay put and sit down?

Her head ached because her head was teeming with thoughts. Quickly deciding, she grabbed a bottle of Berocca from the cupboard and poured herself a glass of water.

It was beginning to get dark and she decided to go to bed without eating. Tomorrow she would… she wasn't even sure what she wanted to do tomorrow. Hermione passed off to bed, after downing her glass. She slid in between the sheets, feeling very cold.

She tossed and turned all night, not knowing that tomorrow might bring better things.

Ron was restless, he wanted to see Hermione. Would she want to see him? Hwo could she have lived so close and for him never to see her? How long had she been living across the road? Was she dating someone? Was she married? Did she know that she lived this close to him? Would she let him into her apartment?

So many questions ran through his head, he wondered how much Ginny had told her about him. He wondered if her hair was straight like it had been the day she left him. She had magically straightened it. She looked great with it like that.

His night was sleepless every dream involving Hermione and her new life.

The next morning he woke up, it was a work day today. He didn't have any shifts though. So instinctively he rolled over. But still he found no sleep. Despite the cold, Ron threw some clothes on and grabbed a jacket before walking out of the apartment.

Hermione looked at her alarm clock, blaring at her. It was seven o'clock and work began at nine. She knew she had to go to work again. But…. How to tell her boss that she was currently suffering from… a heartache?

Quickly she threw her hand out of bed, reaching for a pad of parchment which she always kept beside her bed. She knew that she wouldn't have a quill anywhere so she grabbed her handbag and pulled out a black biro. It was one she had bought in Diagon Alley. It never ran out and when she said the colour ink she wanted it changed.

She wrote out a note,

Dear Mr Turren,

I have unexpectedly come down with a flu. I don't think I will be well enough to come in this week. I will organize Bronte Martin to take my place. Thankyou,

Hermione Granger.

Hermione tapped it and the word disappeared off the page. They would reappear in a few seconds in Mr Turren's office on a pad of paper designed for receiving messages. It was the magic version of a fax machine.

She padded out to her kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and a low cut Singlet. She flicked her wand at the fireplace and a fire crackled into life. Then tapping her kettle it began to whistle. Settling herself in front of the fire with a cup of coffee, she felt like everything was just normal.

Boy was she wrong.

Ron was walking in the park. He was trying to clear his head. The rain pelted his shoulders and head. He shoved his hands in his pockets and continued across the park. He tried his hardest to enjoy the… trees. But his mind was on something else.

That something sat exactly on the other side of this park. It also included a someone. He couldn't take his thoughts of her. He kicked at the ground moodily. Suddenly he stopped. He was on the other side of the park. In front of a tall tower. The place where she lived.

A/N Sorry its not long… but I need that cliffy! Mwah! Now… do you want them to meet or not?

Also, the girl, Bronte Martin, in the letter, is the name of one of my best friends. She got a cameo role, because she bugged me forever to get this done. So… thanks Bront,