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The Guest

Hermione sat, feeling massively uncomfortable at the dining table that at one time she felt welcomed at. She nibbled on her food, hoping beyond hope that Molly would stop making gestures to Ron to speak to her. She had this horrid feeling that they were attempting to talk her into leaving James.

But no that would never happen. And she would sooner get up and walk away from these people than her own husband.

"Molly, may I ask you something. You don't have to answer me, but I just want you to think about this."

"Okay, my dear."

"If you were invited to a dinner without your husband after you'd just gotten married to him and were being pressed into a very unwanted relationship with another man, just how well would you have reacted?"

Molly's face went a vivid red.

"Something tells me that you wouldn't have taken it well at all," she went on, setting the plate aside. "I didn't choose Ron. It's a fact. We broke up ages ago just before I attended uni for my undergrad degree. Now here's the sad thing—we only went on two dates." She held up two fingers and repeated, "Just two. And what's worse is that he only did it because you pushed him into it. Even sadder is that he didn't know how to treat a girl well, he thought he was the end all be all of men, and even went so far as to tell me that I couldn't do better than him."

His family all turned to look at him in that moment. Ron's face was bright red and he was sinking under the table as he hissed at her to shut up.

"Ron was sewing his wild oats," she admitted. "I'll give him that. But to think that we are meant as anything more than friends—something I really have a struggle with when he acts like an ass more times than not—you are only fooling yourself."

"Do not take that tone with me, Hermione Granger!" Molly snapped.

"You tried to ruin my wedding on the words of a son who saw me as no more than a good fall back option! How am I supposed to react to that?"

Molly blinked at her and turned to Ron. "Ronald? I thought you said you asked her to marry you back when you were at school."

Several there snorted in disbelief, including Harry and Ginny.

"He didn't even ask me so much as to go steady, never mind to marry him, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione told her. "He was too busy writing up his black book…"

"No! You told me that you wouldn't tell anyone…" Ron yelled, pointing at her.

"I promised nothing," she growled, looking to Molly. "He started to act like a womanizing jackass and even wrote down his exploits in a little black book."

"We taught him better!" Molly cried.

Hermione picked up her purse and pulled out a black book, handing it over to Bill. The eldest Weasley child opened it and let out a long sigh, as he looked to his brother.

"Ron, you're a fool." He passed it over to the next person, Harry.

It was passed around from person to person until it ended up at Molly. She looked throughout the entire thing, stopping to ask what one phrase or another meant. By the time she was done, her jaw was clenched hard. She set the book down, looking to her youngest son.

"You've lied to me, exaggerated about a relationship that never mattered to you, and even went so far as to make me feel as if she were the reason why you're not married at all."

"Mum…"

"Don't mum me, Ronald," she hissed. "You owe Hermione an apology. She's married. That ship has sailed, my boy."

"She was supposed to marry me!" Ron told her.

"According to who?" Hermione asked him. "We have never had anything in common except for Harry. And even then, there were some days we didn't have him either." She held out her hand, showing him her wedding ring. "I'm married to James Barnes. I love him and wish to spend the rest of my days with him. And when the day comes, we're adopting children."

"If you were married to me, we'd be having our own babies!" Ron snapped at her.

"Well, that takes something I don't have."

"What's that? The nerve?" Ron sneered.

"A working uterus," she shot back. "I don't have one. I haven't had one since I was sixteen. Something you knew as I told you when it happened!"

Ron was genuinely confused by this information.

"Oh for the love of Merlin, please tell me that you told him about how babies were made?!" Glaring at a very pink faced Molly. "You never told him?"

"He went green and got sick every time we tried to tell him about the wands and the caldrons," Arthur told her. Looking at her with concern, he asked, "May I ask how you lost your uterus?"

"I-I can't deal with this," she muttered, grabbing her things and rushing out of the house.

Hermione didn't go far, but went far enough so that she couldn't hear them arguing. Looking up to the night sky, she wondered not for the first time if she should have gone to that dinner at all.

"Hermione?" It was Ginny. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, but didn't add anything more.

"When exactly did you lose your uterus?"

"I didn't lose it. It's very badly scarred." Swallowing, she sighed, "After the Department of Mysteries, I was having horrible cramps. Madam Pomfrey found the damage." Hermione looked into Ginny's eyes. "She was able to fix it, but only up to a point. And she told me that no matter what having a child was out of the question."

"Oh Hermione," she said weakly. "But you never said anything."

"And what?" she inquired. "Have another thing Harry could blame on himself? He already does that so much. And…and I just didn't want to think about it if I could help it." She absently wiped at her own tears. "It was bad enough knowing I wasn't going to have children at the age of sixteen years old, but for Ron not to retain what I told him…" She got to her feet. "I'll see you later. I'm going back home." Stepping out of the warded area, she looked over to Ginny. "Your brother is a fool and even if I didn't have this issue, I still wouldn't date him let alone marry him." And with that, Hermione left.

"She didn't have to be so mean," Ron said, sounding like a sulking child that didn't get his own way.

"And yet she's right," Ginny told him. "You are a fool."

Walking away from her own brother, Ron was still confused as to what he had done that was so wrong. Harry, who had been watching Hermione and his wife from under his invisibility cloak, couldn't help but to think that if Ron didn't know what he did wrong by now, he never would.

TBC…

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