Disclaimer: Me, own Harry Potter? Love to…but no, I don't. : (

So, I know you're all pissed at me because I haven't updated in forever, but I went to see OOTP and then I got a summer English project to do, and then Deathly Hallows came out. I don't know how many of you readers have read it, but those of you who have…the epilogue SUCKED in my opinion…I hope she does do that encyclopedia, it would make me happy! Anybody who wants to tell me what they thought of it please leave a little review for the story/Deathly Hallows response. It would make my day! And I decided that I'm going to give some thanks out to my reviewers…because you're amazing like that! I may do this from time to time- it makes me feel important!

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"I'm glad we had a chance to be civil. It really is nice just to talk with you, Ron." Hermione said. She was cleaning the dishes after little Renard's birthday party. She held a soapy pot in her hand. Rinsing it off she handed Ron the pot and added, "I suppose I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight."

She turned around and started heading towards the door. Suddenly realizing that he had not replied, she turned around. He was bent down putting the last few dishes away. 'He really does have a nice arse." Hermione acknowledged. He then turned around, realizing he had done so, she snapped out of her reverie. He started to speak.

"Hermione, I do like talking to you. I really didn't mean what I said the other day. We should do this again sometime, to catch up on the last few years." His eyes twinkled mysteriously in the dim light. "It feels like I've rediscovered a whole part of my life."

His feet started moving toward her. She stayed rooted to the spot. His face came dangerously close to hers. The smell of pine, sweat and aftershave filled her up like drink. This smell she knew, this smell was the best one in the world. This was the smell of Ron. Her brain was fuzzy and lost in his piercing blue eyes. He leaned in forward, and started kissing her.

Her brain told her that this was completely inappropriate, and for a moment, she made to pull away from him. Ron's arms came around her waist and she relaxed under his warm touch. He deepened the kiss, and her fingers started combing his fiery locks of hair.

One of his hands brushed against the small of her back, sending a chill throughout her entire body. This seemed to be a signal for Ron, and he broke away abruptly.

Hermione waited for him to come back to her lips. She firmly expected him to carry her to his room and have his way with her, she expected him to start kissing her again, at the very least she expected an 'I'm sorry' or an 'I love you'. She did not expect to have him whisper onto her partly open mouth, "Goodnight."

He swept out of the room. Hermione could only stare at the doorframe in amazement. Her fingers went to her lips, as if questioning if it had really happened at all. Footsteps and a lone figure came through the door.

"Ahh!" the dressing gown clad Ginny exclaimed. Then realizing that only Hermione was in the kitchen she spoke again. "Holy crap! You nearly killed me of fright there, 'Mione." She yawned into her hand. "What are you doing up at this hour?"

"Ron and I were doing the dishes, we only just finished." Hermione responded calmly.

"Oh, that would explain why he was mumbling under his breath while going up the stairs. Nearly ran me over because he wasn't paying attention. You two didn't row again, did you? I'll go make him come down here and apologize. Stupid ugly pratish…"

"No, no, we didn't row." Hermione interrupted. "In fact, we got along rather well. A little to well if you know what I mean."

A look of comprehension crossed Ginny features. "Oh my, you didn't, well, geez, you guys didn't…shag…did you?"

"Oh goodness, no! He kissed me. Kind of like the way he used to after we fought, but not really like that at all. It was deeper, better. He kissed me like I've never been kissed before." Hermione broke into sobs. "I think I still love him Ginny, and I mustn't. We broke up so long ago, and we can't get back together. It would be to wrong. Oh, Gin, what am I going to do?"

"I think it's fairly obvious what you should do."

"Obvious? What's obvious? The whole business is rather confusing in my opinion."

"Nope, rather obvious." Ginny smirked. "For such a bright witch, you can be rather daft. Go get him, Hermione."

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Thoughts were spinning out-of-control in her mind. She strayed a glance at the door, and her feet took over. They unconsciously took her out of the room and to the bottom of the stairs. She looked up the narrow, winding pathway, and started running up. She bounded over clutter and debris of the Weasley family, coming to a stop at his closed door. Summoning all the Gryffindor courage she possessed, she opened the door without knocking.

Ron was sitting on his old bed. His face was downcast, but it obviously held a stained and concentrated look. For a moment she wondered what he was doing, and then it came too her. He was dabbing sickly, purple goo onto himself. It was already spread on a wound near his right shoulder and on a few small cuts and bruises along his chest. Hermione considered this normal, his job as an auror was very difficult, and small cuts and bruises were to be expected. Ron lifted his head, and what she saw on his bare chest broke her heart.

Across his front was a horrible, jagged, ropey scar. It stretched from under his left armpit and disappeared beneath his boxers on his right side. It looked fresh and very painful.

"Ron! Wh-what happened?" Her eyes were wide in shock and her voice trembled out of fear.

"Hermione! How did you...I mean, why are you in here?" He then noticed she was staring unashamedly at his chest. He hastily threw the nearest shirt over his head while proclaiming, "Merlin's pants! 'Mione, please don't look at me like that. It makes me feel worse that I already do. I should have told someone, but I didn't want them to worry. Please sit, I've got to explain."

She sat down on the nearest chair. Her expression softened, but did not stop looking at him in fear. His hand reached for hers and held tight.

"I never told anyone because I don't want them to feel sorry for me. Are you sure you want to hear this?"

She spoke softly, "Yes. How did you get that? It looks horrible."

Ron took one look around his bedroom, "Well, I happened about a month and a half ago…"

A/N: Haha! I left the most horrible cliffhanger ever! I am mean like that sometimes. Sorry it was rather short though. Didn't mean it but the explanation must be from Ron's POV to make sense. If you want to read more, I suggest reviews, they make me want to finish! Thanks in advance!