So, I came back a few days ago (England was as good as I could hope, I made so many friends in the Dordogne, the people in Biarritz were nasty and it rained so I just read instead), and guess what? My wireless is down!! So I wrote some things to keep me occupied, the last chapter and this one included. I know this may not make a lot of sense, I know, I know, but it's necessary (and with these two, it could probably happen, what with their constant need to bicker).

So thanks for all the reviews, I love you all, here it is.

That morning Hermione came down to the kitchen to find Ron leaning against the counet tea in hands and Mrs. Weasley talking at him.

"Dear, are you quite sure you wouldn't like a haircut? It really is getting out of hand- Hermione tell him it's getting out of hand."

Hermione had heard her have this argument with different people quite a few times, and felt very diplomatic in saying "Why don't you go down to the barber in the village Ron? There was a special deal of a cut for five pounds."

Mrs. Weasley looked at her and back at Ron "Oh but it would be far easier if I cut it, and it wouldn't cost anything."

"Five pounds isn't very much. I have some Muggle money upstairs, I'm sure I have some change I'll never use." she insisted.

Ron joined in. "Yeah, I'm sure he'd like at least some business from our family. Good idea 'Mione. Mum, I'll go down after breakfast."

"Oh, well… if you're sure…" she trailed off. Then she brightened and said "That's alright, I was planning on popping into town and visiting George today anyway, make sure he has something to eat and all that."

She bustled off, mumbling to herself. Ron gave Hermione one of his lovely sleepy morning smiles.

"Thanks. And now may I ask, in the name of Merlin's entire collections of thongs, what was last night about?"

Hermione felt her face go warm. "Nothing. Just things I wanted to know."

"My sister wouldn't have been involved would she?"

"Perhaps."

"Interfering little toe rag that she is. How did she know about the locket?"

"I assume Harry told her, unless she had been following us round in secret at the time."

"I can't seem to keep a secret in this place can I?" he asked.

"Nope." she said simply.

"And now, seriously, why? Why did you have to ask?"

She shrugged as she sat down on the table opposite him. "Insecurities I guess."

"Can you not feel insecure during the day?"

"Guess not."

"Anyway what were you so insecure about?"

"I don't know, really. I sort of had…I don't know, a foreboding or something."

"About what?"

"I thought you were planning on…well…breaking it off."

"What?" he said, setting his tea down with more force than necessary. "What?" he repeated.

"I just…I don't know."

"Why the hell would I break it off?" he asked.

She shrugged, unable to put words into sentences.

"Come on, talk to me. I did last night."

"It was just something you said. It's silly." she said, trying to turn the conversation into something light hearted.

"No, it's not. What have I said? Or are you making it up?" His voice suddenly changed from concerned to angry.

"No, Ron, don't be stupid, why would I-"

"Don't call me stupid!"

"I didn't mean-"

"You thought I was going to break it off? Maybe you hoped I would?"

"No Ron, that's completely illogical."

"Makes sense to me." he said and stomped off.

"Wait." whispered Ginny to Harry from outside the kitchen door. "They just fell out because she DIDN'T want to break up?"

"Yup." said Harry. "Didn't I promise it would be better than last time? And I was true to my word, because-"

Ginny squealed as he pulled out a bag of popcorn.

It was a strange, strange world.