Chapter #2—Five Years

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any of the characters in the book, or anything else related to the book.

A/N: I am jumping ahead five years, Ron and Hermione have been together all this time. I know, it's stupid, but I had a good idea. (I am excluding the children in the epilogue)

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It had been five whole years since what Harry had deemed as their 'fling'. It had been three years since that one night. That one night:

Flashback:

Harry hurried through the streets of London arriving at the Granger's home at exactly 5:30. He knocked steadily on the door. Hermione had owled him, telling him there was something important she needed to talk to him about. He knew she was dating Ron, perhaps they had broken up. A whole new world of possibilities opened up with that thought. He quickly shooed it away as Hermione opened the door.

"Harry," She smiled, hugging him tightly before he walked into the house.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to just show up like this."He said as he removed his jacket and placed it onto a nearby chair.

"Why wouldn't it be Harry? My parents are out of town anyway." She smiled as she walked into the living room. "Sit down please."The couch was a comfort to his tensing body. She cupped his hands in hers and began to speak."Harry," She started with a sign, "Ron asked me to marry him," She waited to see how Harry reacted, but he waited, knowing there was more. "I haven't answered him yet."

There was lengthy silence before he gazed right into her eyes, and then it came. He kissed her. "Hermione," He kissed her again, "Why?" His lips traced the outline of her neck. Before they knew it they were headed up the stairs towards her bedroom. He didn't want to betray Ron; he didn't want to hurt Hermione. But he continued. She unbuttoned his shirt as he fell back on the bed. And then came that one night.

He woke up that morning hating himself for what he had done to Ron. He looked beneath the covers to make sure it wasn't a dream. He saw himself, no cloths at all. He loved her, he had waited two years thinking maybe she would come around He slipped out of the bed and began to get dressed. She woke up with the sudden movement, staring at him in shock.

"Harry," she exclaimed, "I, I—"

"I know." He stated as he pulled his shirt over his head. "I know Hermione."

He sat on the end of the bed, waiting for her to speak again. "Oh, Harry, I" the hesitation hurt him " I'm with Ron." Again those words crushed him.

"You don't have to be, leave him Hermione."

"What? Do you hear yourself, he has done nothing to deserve this."

"If you can't see what WE have, and our love, then I can't ever see you again."

"Harry," She stood up.

"No, you just don't understand, I waited for you, and I thought I was done waiting. Why would you be with me if you had no intention of leaving Ron?"

"Harry, I made a mistake, you were a mistake." And with that he left.

End of Flashback

He had never answered their owls, never even bothering to open the letters. He didn't want to know what they wanted to say to him. He sent the letters back unopened. It was better if he cut them off from his life. It was better if he was alone. But the letter that had just arrived in front of him wasn't from a Weasly owl and the handwriting wasn't Ron's. So he opened it.

Harry,

(He recognized the handwriting almost instantly…it was Ron's)

It's nice of you to finally open one of my letters. I just found out that Hermione's been in a muggle car accident in London. They brought her to a muggle hospital: Saint Rachel's. She isn't in good condition.

Hopefully I'll see you there,

Ron

Harry threw down the letter grabbed his coat and headed straight out the door. Stuffing his keys in the ignition and starting the car. By the time he was half way there he realized he could have easily aparated. He was flooded with panic so he parked the car on the outskirts of the road and aparated to the hospital. He searched frantically for an information desk. Running into people left and right he stopped and asked the receptionist, "Hermione Granger?"

"Room 401." She said, and he started sprinting, ramming into doctors, nurses, and patients. He saw, 391, 393, 395, 397, 399, and then 401. His heard paced and his eyes opened wide. He grasped the doorknob when a nurse came by and uttered, "Only one visitor at a time, sir."

His thoughts went crazy as he looked into the room, Ron was there. Ron was there. He was sitting at her bedside, stroking her hair. Rage flooded through Harry's system. He started banging on the door and screaming. "RON, LET ME IN THERE." He needed to see her.

The nurse came back over, "Sir, please stop yelling."

"RON LET ME IN THERE," He screamed as he pounded furiously at the door ignoring the nurse completely.

"Sir, please take a seat over there or we will be forced to call security."She yelled back at him.

"Fine," he grumbled under his breath and took a seat next to a little boy.

"Hi," The child smiled at Harry. His eyes were so green. His hair was bushy and brown like Hermione's. Harry was surprised it wasn't red.

"Hey," He said sheepishly. "What brings a little kid like you to a hospital?"

"Oh, my mum and dad are here."

"Are they?"

"Yeah, in that room right there," He shrugged as he pointed to room 401.

Harry tried not to say anything; he tried not to ask any questions. But it hit him hard. They must have gotten married and had a kid, a child.

"So, umm," He didn't know what to say, but he could tell the child didn't like the silence. He asked the first thing that came to mind. "How old are you?"

The boy held up two fingers. "My name is Jack, what's yours?"

"Harry, Harry Potter."

"You're Harry Potter?" The child looked astounded. Harry had thought his fame had worn off over the years. "Mum and Dad always fight about you."

It wasn't what he had expected to hear. He had thought they had shunned him as much as he had shunned them. But fights over Harry, he couldn't imagine who was taking his side and who was defending him.

At that moment Ron came out, didn't utter a word to Harry and embraced little Jack in a bone squeezing hug. Harry went into the room. It reeked of over cleansed air and super hygienic materials. He sat in the chair and stared at her, wanting her to speak to him again. He held her hand, he stroked her cheek and then he headed back outside. He didn't want to stay there. He walked over to Ron.

"Hey, mate, I'm sorry I haven't spoken to you in a while."

"A while? Try three years. And I don't even know why."

"I know, I just stopped, it was something between me and Hermione, and I—"

"What happened between you and Hermione? She won't tell me."

"Well, it, I, I can't tell you either,"

"Fine," Ron began to walk away.

"But Ron,"

"What now?" He turned back to face Harry.

"I want everything to be alright between us, like it used to be,"

"I don't know if it can,"

"Can we at least try?"

"Sure," He shrugged and beckoned Jack to come to him, "This is Jack,"

"We just met," Harry smiled and met Jack's eyes. "He looks a lot like Hermione."

"Yeah, but we're still trying to figure out where he got those eyes," Ron laughed and ruffled with Jack's hair.

"There's nothing wrong with green," Harry added.

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A/N: Should I keep the story? I am thinking of deleting it, not sure though. Thanks for reading, please review.