A/N: Sorry this one's shorter, but give me a little break, I'm a busy girl! I'll post more than one chapter when they're short, alright? But here soon we shouldn't have that problem. Soon you'll be saying they're too long! LOL, just go with me on this one! And thanks for reading! Love from Turice :-)
CHAPTER NINE: EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT
11/2 years later (June 2002)
Hermione had no idea how she had wound up there again, but there she was. She was on the arm of Ken, walking towards a man she knew would fill the hole that was in her heart. Dan was a great guy, and he healed in her the pain she had at knowing that there was a man, a boy about three , and a girl about one, out there that she loved and could not be with. She was no longer that same woman. She had changed, grown accustomed to being known as Sandy Williams, music superstar and now, becoming Dan Willows' new wife. This was it, it was all going to be okay.
Meanwhile
Harry tried to pull his arm out from under the stranger who lay beside him in the bed. This wasn't right. In all this time, all the little flings he'd had with certain woman had never felt right. In his heart, he was still very much married. Not one of these woman measured up to Hermione. There was no love in their kisses, not any care and gentleness in their fingertips. They were just people to him, they weren't her. He firmly believed that never again would he get the kind of love he had from Hermione, and he had no desire to go looking for it; he didn't want to risk losing it all again. So only when he had strong urges or got lonely, he'd invite Martha from down the street, or maybe Connie from behind the counter in the market on the corner, and they'd have a night together.
He looked back at Rebecca, thinking that barmaids had nothing on market cashiers, then immediately felt disgusting and threw himself into the shower, hoping to cleanse himself of the guilt he felt from the inside out.