Author's note: Hello, hello! In the past two days I've written 4 chapters. I just can't stop! Well, how about a bit of a recap shall we?

Harry and Ginny announced they were engaged. Ron and Harry had the infamous and touchy subject about Ron's feelings for Hermione. Ginny and Hermione also had a similar talk. So not a coincidence, or was it? Timing is such a tricky thing. Anyways, the Weasley threw a congratulatory dinner for Harry and Ginny. Ron and Hermione had a "talk", but really Ron just messed that up. The next day when the four met up to do their daily breakfast/tea time; Ron had his "liquid courage" to help him stay calm around Hermione. Hermione and Ron finally had their serious talk, but that didn't go well. At all.

Disclaimer: I own nothing & JKR owns everything. And thanks to Tegan and Sara (their cd The Con is fantastic) for giving me more ideas for this chapter.

On with the show!

Chapter five:

Just a Terminal Solution for...

Oh, I should have never laid eyes on you

Now I'm tangled up what can I do

Ron ended up at the Leaky Cauldron. He couldn't go pestering Harry and Ginny about one of the biggest mistakes of his life. He couldn't go back to the Burrow because Fred and George would mickey the hell out of him for this. He just couldn't handle that. So, here he sat at the bar nursing a large glass of Tequila. Ron was never one to drink often, but in the last few days he drank more than he has in years. This, this was a huge exception.

He just rejected the girl whom he's been in love with for years. He didn't understand how he could let himself do that. Why had he done it? He told her she was intimidating. He told her she was different from all of the other girls. He meant that in a good way. He truly did.

He was still baffled that he couldn't tell her to her face that he fancied her. He had told Harry, Ginny, Fred and George, but he couldn't tell the one person that it actually meant something to. And she actually fancied him back. Go figure! Hermione Jean Granger actually like him. It was a dream come true until he realized that he rejected her. He was so angry with himself that he kicked the bar. The bloke behind the bar turned around and looked over at him reproachfully.

"Sorry about that," he said quickly.

The bartender turned around and continued what he was doing. Ron paid for his drinks and decided to go home. It was late, the twins probably weren't at home and his mum and dad were already sleeping. This was the perfect opportunity to sneak back into the house without being questioned or knowing how tanked he really was. Ron walked outside and quickly apparated home.

He opened the gate and sluggishly walked up to the familiar house. He opened the door and discovered that the twins were at home, not out like Ron had hoped. He stopped dead in his tracks not sure what to do. The twins looked up from their conversation and saw Ron standing there feet from them stark white.

"Ron, you ok, mate? You look awfully pale," George spoke up first.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied.

"You look like a ghost. You haven't died on us, have you?" Fred asked his face alight at the jest he just made.

"No, I'm just rather tired. That's all."

"Mmm. If you say so," George said.

"What? Do you lot know something that I don't?" Ron asked stopping by the steps.

"We heard about your row with Hermione. It sounded pretty awful," Fred said nonchalantly.

Ron didn't say anything.

"Well, I take that it was pretty dreadful then," George said talking mostly to Fred.

"Yes, it was horrible," Ron said in a croaky voice.

"What happened?" Fred and George said in unison.

"Let's just say I'm a freaking arsehole! I won't be surprised if she never speaks to me ever again."

"That doesn't explain what happened, prat," Fred said sounding bored.

"Fine. I guess I have to tell someone, I can't very well just keep it all to myself, can I? Well, I was actually going to tell her that I fancied her today, but she told me first that she fancied me. I froze. I bloody well don't know why, but I did. I just couldn't say it! And I really, really wanted to tell her. So, after I couldn't say anything she kicked me out of her house," Ron said rubbing his face.

Fred and George stared at him horror struck for a few minutes.

"So, you're telling me after years and years of keeping your feelings a 'secret', you couldn't fucking tell her!" George exclaimed.

Ron simply nodded.

"You are an arsehole," Fred said, "I mean, you always were, but this takes the bloody cake. You're a bloody dick, Ron!"

"Oh, thanks guys. I mean, it's not like I didn't know that beforehand," Ron said heading upstairs.

"Oh, yeah! Harry wants you to come over his house tomorrow," George called up the stairs.

"'Kay," Ron called back not even concerned that the twins had read his mail.

The twins merely shrugged and went back to their conversation.

After Ron simply left without a word, Hermione locked her house up and decided to soak in the tub. It was like her secret place, but not so secret. She soaked in the hot, soapy water and tried not to think. Which, to no avail, didn't work.

She started thinking about Ron and their dreadful conversation. She figured it would have been a joyous occasion not world war 3. She thought that they'd confess their undying love and plan their lives together. She really needed to stop reading muggle books.

But the talk ended rather badly and she didn't know if she wanted to speak to Ron again. She didn't know how to start up their friendship again. Hermione knew that their friendship would never be the same, ever. It saddened her that they were now stuck in a never ending limbo. The chance to be together was now ruined and the chance to be just friends was also ruined.

Limbo. Hermione knew she needed to speak to someone about this. She couldn't just keep this bottled up inside of her ready to explode at any time. She got out of the tub and toweled herself off. She put on a pair of jeans and a random t-shirt she found in a drawer and headed to talk to Ginny.

Hermione apparated in front of Harry and Ginny's gate and quickly went through it. She knocked quickly on the door. Moments later, Harry appeared in a t-shirt and pajama pants.

"Hermione, are you okay?" He asked rather concerned.

Before she could even answer, tears welled up in her eyes. Harry quickly grabbed her and hugged her tightly. He coaxed her inside. Ginny appeared in the hallway as she heard Harry close the door.

"Who was it, dear? Oh! What's wrong with Hermione? Is she hurt!" Ginny asked frantically.

"No, she's not physically hurt. She hasn't told me what's wrong yet," Harry said sitting her down and quickly brewing a cup of tea for her.

Harry and Ginny sat down after Harry fixed her tea the way she liked it and waited for her to speak.

Hermione finally sobered up after several minutes. She said, "I don't know how to feel right now. Ron is the biggest arsehole I've even laid eyes on. I'm sorry Ginny. I know he's your brother, but he's an insufferable prat."

"I understand. I had to live with him most of my life. What happened, Hermione?" Ginny asked taking her hand.

"So, we agreed to go talk after I left here and I ended up telling him how I felt about him. He didn't say anything. He said he wanted to, but he couldn't. How could you not if someone has already told you how they felt? It just doesn't make sense to me. I know I don't have as much knowledge in this sort of department, but I would think someone would actually say something back to that. I mean, either I have feelings for you too or I don't. Don't leave me hanging," she said wiping her face.

"Are you serious? How daft is he? How could he not say anything to you? He's been hinting about it for years and has even confessed it to the lot of us," Ginny said astonished.

"That's what I said. He could tell all of you, but he couldn't tell me. I just don't get it," Hermione said taking a sip of tea.

Ginny hugged her friend and rubbed her back. Harry told them he'd be right back and disappeared into his study. He took out a piece of parchment and a quill.

Ron-

Hermione's at my house right now. She told us everything. How could you not tell her? I thought we agreed upon it being the day to finally tell her? But we need to talk about this a.s.a.p. So, either owl me or come by tomorrow.

-Harry

Harry tied the letter to his owl's leg and told it to go to Ron's. He came back into the kitchen to find Ginny and Hermione talking casually.

"Um, I want to thank you guys for listening to me blabber on about what happened. I love you both," Hermione said getting up to go home.

"Are you sure you want to be alone? If not, you can easily stay here. It's not a problem at all," Harry said.

"No, it's too kind of you. I think I just want to be alone for awhile," she said hugging them both.

"All right, but if you need us please don't hesitate, okay?" Ginny added.

She nodded and waved goodbye and apparated back to her house.

The twins were sitting in the living room playing a riveting game of chess when they heard a large eagle owl tap on the window. George got up and let it in. He gave it a pellet and it flew away.

"Who is that for?" Fred asked looking at the board.

"No idea," George said sitting down again.

"Are you going to find out?" Fred asked looking up at his twin brother.

"I guess we should find out who it's for. It might be an emergency," George said smiling.

"That's exactly what I was thinking. Ya know, that saying is true, great minds do think alike."

"Oh, Fred you think your mind's great," George said laughing at his brother.

"Bugger off and open the damn letter."

George opened the letter and read it out loud to Fred.

"Oh, dear. I guess Ron muddled up telling Hermione, again," George said after reading the letter.

"It sounds a lot worse than it did before. Whenever he comes home, I say we ask him about it," Fred said.

George nodded and the twins went back to their game.

Ron awoke with a terrible headache. He then realized how much he had drank the night before. He cursed himself for not fully knowing how to brew a hangover potion. Hermione was always the best at those. She always had one handy just in case he or Harry got too inebriated.

He got up and slowly walked towards to the bathroom. He squinted as he walked into the sun riddled bathroom. He needed to get rid of this hangover fast. He took a quick shower, got dressed and headed to Harry's house.

Ron didn't knock; he simply opened the door and let himself in.

"Harry! Where are you at, mate?" Ron called out from the hallway.

"I'm in the living room!" He called back.

Ron walked farther down the hall and turned left to see Harry sitting on the couch.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Ron asked coyly.

"Ron, don't play dumb. We both know what it is that I want to talk to you about."

Ron sighed and sat down. "Before you say anything, do you have a hangover potion? My head is bloody killing me."

Harry got up and went into the bathroom and grabbed a vial of red liquid. He came back and handed it to Ron. Ron thanked him and chugged it. He already felt his head going back to normal.

"Can I talk now?" Harry said crossing his arms.

"Sure, but where's Ginny? I'd figure her to be here screaming and hexing me."

"Training started for quidditch today."

"Oh, ok."

"Anyways, she would have been hexing you into oblivion though. My real question is why couldn't you tell her, Ron?" Harry asked resting the palms of his hands on his knees.

"I don't know, Harry. I just froze. She told me she had feelings for me and it was like my mind didn't believe it or something. My mind just froze and I really wanted to tell her. You have to believe me, but my mouth just wouldn't let the words escape."

"I see. She came by here last night after it happened and she was falling to pieces. You need to somehow fix this and I mean really fix this!" Harry said looking into Ron's eyes.

"I know I do, but I don't know how," Ron said with a sigh.

"Neither do I, but you'll have to try something."

"I know."

Hermione sat at a muggle café. It was the only place she knew that no one would find her. She read Wuthering Heights and sipped her cappuccino. She didn't want to see anyone today. She thought she had burdened Harry and Ginny with her blundering last night, so she felt she didn't want to burden them again. So, she spent the day out in muggle England.

After she finished her cappuccino, she wandered the streets not particularly going anywhere. She just wandered around wherever her legs took her. She then thought about how you truly don't wander randomly, you still have to make a decision on which way you have to go. She wondered why she was thinking about these stupid little details.

She ended up in a familiar area. She was right outside of the Leaky Cauldron. She decided to go in and go to Flourish and Blotts for something to read. She wanted something that had hard facts and not something to deal with any kind of love. She was sick of…love.

After purchasing a fantastic book that dealt with random facts and everyday potions, she decided to head home. When she got home, she saw a barn owl perched upon her front porch. She happened to have an owl pellet in her pocket and gave it to the bird after she took the letter. She cocked an eyebrow and headed inside.

She unrolled the letter and it read:

Hermione:

I know we haven't spoken in years and for some reason I was thinking about you. I was wondering if you'd like to possibly meet up and have dinner sometime soon. Let me know, thanks.

-Viktor Krum

Hermione looked at the letter in disbelief. It had been years since she and Viktor had talked. Hermione grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill.

Viktor:

I'm glad to hear from you. It has been a long time since we've talked. I would love to have dinner with you sometime soon. Let me know when you're free.

-Hermione

Hermione walked over to her long eared owl and sent her reply to Viktor.

A/N: Look who's making a comeback into Hermione's life! Ron isn't going to like that, not one bit. And how will Ron redeem himself! Gosh, this is getting crazy.

For some reason, this chapter was really hard for me to write. I have no idea why. I hoped you enjoyed it at least. ON TO THE NEXT! Don't worry, the next chapter is pretty lengthy.

And I'm sorry if I confused you with any parts. I go backwards with some parts since you don't know some info until you read a certain part. So confusing sometimes.

Reviews are as lovely as all of you. :D