Hi! So I said that I would get chapter 6 up as soon and possible and here it is. It didn't take me as long as I thought to write this chapter. Lets just say now that school is over and I'm waiting impatiently for the HBP to come out that I really don't know what to do. Time just seems to be going so slow at the moment. That may just be me. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter and so positively too. I love you guys (I'm not a psyco if thats what your thinking). Disclaimer time, I do not own Harry Potter and if I did I would have enough money to buy all the chocolate in the world for me and Mrteddybear, aint that right teddy. But at the moment I am in a bad mood undernorished with chocolate so you can assume that I don't own HP or my parents think that it makes me hyperactive. I forget which one it is. While I go raiding the fridge for a product with high sugar content, please read this chapter. And don't forget to review. Teddy thinks you should do it.

Chapter 6 – The forgotten

Ron Weasley was running late, very late indeed. In fact he was supposed to meet someone at least half an hour ago but things had gotten in the way like the re-painting of his new home or the putting up of shelves. He was covered in smudges of paint and there were stray bits of sawdust in his hair but he would rather be like this than not turn up at all. He quickly pulled his jacket on, grabbed his wand and apperated to the café in Diagon Alley where he was supposed to meet Hermione Granger.

By the time he reached the café however she was walking away down Diagon Alley as the table which she sat outside at was being cleared up by a waitress.

"Wait!" Shouted Ron after her, by obviously she didn't hear him.

He began to chase after her down the busy, wizard filled street to the offices of the Daily Prophet. However as he reached the corner she just turned he noticed that she had just met someone. He went no further and spied on her from around the corner. The man that she met bent down while she kissed him on the cheek.

"It was so nice of you to come here Viktor and meet Me." exclaimed Hermione.

"Not at all Hermy-own-ninny, I brought you some flowers." said Viktor, displaying a massive bouquet of flowers in front of Hermione.

"That's Hermione, You nit-wit!" Ron raged to himself, seething in anger as he watched them round the corner.

"Thank you Viktor and how was your visit to Bulgaria?" asked Hermione, smelling the flowers she was just handed.

"It vos very pleasant. My parents could not be happier about our engagement." replied Viktor, smiling slightly.

"That's great." Hermione mused.

"Is something the matter?" asked Viktor, "You look rather upset." He said this looking at Hermione's flushed face and watery eyes."

"No, I'm fine," replied Hermione, wiping her eyes dry. "Let's go inside shall we it's rather cold outside here and I think you may be plagued by some fans soon." Looking at the fans that had crept round the corner, she spotted Ron looking at them. She glared at him slightly before following Krum into the Daily Prophet building.

Oh no! He thought to himself. Finally a chance to patch things up with Hermione and he ruined it. How was he going to make up for this?

Just as things couldn't get any worse, thunder roared in the sky and rain started to fall hard on the ground. Not wanting to get wet he quickly apperated back to his new home.

Picking up the paintbrush he had left hastily on the floor in his rush, he placed it back into the bucket of paint and continued to paint the sitting room wall peach while trying not to think of what happened. As he streaked the paint up and down the wall with his brush, he tried to think of what he could do. But he couldn't think of much. The only option that came to mind was an apology, which was completely out of Ron Weasley's league. He couldn't think of a time when he had apologised. Was he that stubborn? If so, He certainly got it from his mum, he thought. This was his entire fault though.

After a couple of hours of painting the walls of the living room, he completed it as what he thought was a good job. Although he had still not thought of a way to apologise to Hermione.

He cleared up the living room quickly with a spell and sat down on the sofa, picking up a quill and some parchment on his way. He thought of what to say and slowly put quill to parchment:

Hermione

Please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry I didn't meet you on time. Please, I didn't forget…

He paused there. It seemed like he was pleading too much. He didn't want to sound that way. He scrunched up the piece of parchment, threw it in the fire and took another piece. It took him three tries to produce a letter he was satisfied with. He read over it to make sure that it sounded right:

Hermione

I didn't mean to be late. I just lost track of time, I suppose. Shows you what can happen when you don't have a watch. I really am sorry. If you are willing to forgive me, meet me tomorrow outside the ministry. We can have dinner, my treat.

Ron

He looked over the letter and thought it looked alright. He truly was sorry. But he wanted to produce a letter that sounded like him. He called over Pidgewigeon, who was sitting on top of its cage cleaning the feathers under its wing. It hopped onto the back of the sofa and onto Ron's lap. Ron grabbed him and tied the piece of parchment onto the struggling bird's leg. He then stood up and threw him out the window. At first he dipped but next moment he was soaring in the sky to Ron's recipient.

Ron waited patiently on a reply from Hermione. He lay down on the sofa and without realising he fell asleep.

He woke up later to find Hermione standing staring at him with a look of sadness to her face.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked sitting up to get a better view of her face. "Has Viktor done something to you? I'll kill him if he has!

"No," replied Hermione, still continuing to stare at Ron, "It's actually the opposite. I've done something to him."

"What's that then?" Ron asked in hopeful curiosity.

"I've left him." Hermione exclaimed.

"Why?" said Ron with disbelief in his voice.

"Because I am totally and utterly in love with someone else." replied Hermione.

"And who would that someone be?" Ron asked waiting for the answer he had always been looking for.

"Well you, silly!" Hermione laughed.

Ron stood up off the sofa and strode to Hermione. He picked her up by the waist and twirled her round. It was something that he wanted to do in a long time. But as he put Hermione down, sadness was still drawn in her face.

"What's wrong?" asked Ron.

"There's something I need you to do for me." Hermione answered.

"What? Oh you want me to announce my undying love for you?" Ron went on, "Hermione Granger, I love you with all my heart and soul and I have done since I was 14."

"No, not that," replied Hermione. "I want you to wake up."

"Wake up! What do you mean wake up?" Ron asked looking into Hermione's face. And then it hit him. "Are you telling me this is all a …

…dream." He woke up staring at the sealing and noticed he was holding a cushion in his arms. He threw the cushion to one side in frustration and sat up. How did he not realise it was not a dream. It was the same damn dream that he had had all these years.

Suddenly there was tapping on the window. He looked around and saw Pidgewideon with a reply. He walked over to the window and let the shivering bird into room. It fluttered to the back of the sofa. Bloody bird, he thought.

He went over to the sofa and untied the reply from Pidgewideon's leg.

"Next time bring the letter to me Pig!" He moaned.

The owl fluttered away to its cage where it started to snack on bird treats that were lying in the bottom.

He tore open the piece of parchment and read:

Dear Ronald,

You really don't have to take me for dinner. I'm sure you'll forget that too. You have no idea what it feels like to be stood up. If you were running late then you should have sent Pig to me. If I want dinner, Viktor can buy me my dinner. As for you, I'll see you at Christmas if you decide to come that is. Good day.

Hermione

Ron rolled up the parchment again and set it on top of the fireplace. Can things get any worse, he thought to himself. There was no call for it. He was going to have to go and see her himself. But not at this time, his head said sleepily to him.

"Yeah, I guess your right." Ron answered himself. "Perhaps the morning, maybe I'll have thought of something to say to her by then."

He pulled a blanket off the back of a chair and pulled it over himself as he lay back down on the sofa. There was another tap on the window. He looked up and saw a snowy white owl standing on the ledge.

"Hedwig?" he said.

He opened up the window and let the snowy white owl in. It swooped down and landed on his shoulder.

"See that Pig that's how a real post owl's supposed to be." He told Pig. "I guess this must be from Harry."

He took the parchment from Hedwig and opened it.

Hey,

How was lunch with Hermione? Did it go alright? Ginny sends her love.

Harry

He didn't want to reply and say what happened so he sent Hedwig off with no reply. Perhaps he'll get the message, he thought.

He lay back down on the sofa and pulled the blanket over him. This hadn't been the first time he slept all night on the sofa, so it didn't bother him much. And as he started to dose off again, he wondered if he would be plagued by the recurring dream of events that seemed highly unlikely to happen at the moment.

So chapter 6 is down and chapter 7 should be on the way soon. Just as you think something good is about to happen to him, something bad happens in exchange. Also the dream, you don't think he was going to get the girl that easy. I thought the dream part was rather funny. The same thing happened to me. I had a dream about having all the chocolate in the world but then I woke up. Sigh! Oh well, all you have to do is review this chapter and i'll get back to you soon with chapter 7. See ya!