Author's note: Hello! I thought about it and I think I actually might be sadistic. I mess with these fairly innocent characters and turn them into the opposite of how they truly are. With saying that, I'm sorry!

P.S. I'm sorry it took me so long to update. Starting to getting super busy with school, but on the plus side I might be adding another chapter today just to make up for it. :D

Disclaimer: Jo owns everything.

Chapter nine:

My filthy mouth and broken words

Ron went searching around the reception for Hermione. There wasn't any sign of her. Everyone he asked said they hadn't seen her since they had danced earlier that evening. Ron searched every inch of the burrow, but she wasn't there either. He thought she had to have gone home. Ron ran quickly to the gate and apparated.

Moments later he ended up in front of Hermione's little house. He rushed onto the porch and knocked on the door as hard and as quickly as he could. No answer.

"Hermione! I know you're here. Please open the door," Ron said desperately.

Still no answer.

"I don't want to break into your house, but I will if I have to, I will!"

Still no answer. Ron grabbed a piece of parchment and quickly wrote Hermione a note.

Hermione-

I don't know if you're really here or not, but please, please contact me (by any means). We need to talk. Things aren't what they seem.

Ron

Ron folded the note and stuck it under her door. With one last glance he apparated back to the party.

Hermione wasn't at home. She knew someone would be looking for her there, or maybe they wouldn't notice she was gone at all. Either way she was alone. She thought about the progress she and Ron had made tonight and how quickly it was gone. How dare that harlot ruin everything and how could Ron lie about such things? As Hermione walked down Diagon Alley blind with rage she didn't notice who she ran into.

"Excuse me!" she said standing up and wiping herself off.

"It's all right. Probably my fault. Oh, it's you," he said raising an eyebrow.

"Well, hello to you too, Draco," Hermione said taking a step away from him.

"Why are you roaming Diagon Alley this late at night? Aren't you supposed to be at potter's wedding?" He asked sounding inquisitively.

"How'd you know about it?" she asked not looking at him.

"Really Granger? It's in all of the papers. The most famous wizard of our time and you expect his big day to not be in the Prophet?" He scoffed.

"You're right. I'm clearly not thinking," she said passing a hand through her hair.

"And why is that? A clever girl like you and you're not thinking? That's very odd," he said curiously.

"Why would you even care? And why are we even conversing? Don't you have something to do?" Hermione asked harshly.

"You ran into me, remember? I don't care, but this is just a curious sight. And sadly I have nothing else to do."

"I see. Well, I'm going to continue my walk. Um, bye," she said awkwardly walking away.

"Do you want company?" He called after her.

"No, no I don't," she said continuing to walk off.

"All right. See you then, Hermione."

Draco stalked off and Hermione went the way she had been walking. That was interesting. And Draco actually used my first name...

Ginny and Harry were having a great time at their reception. Everyone was having a great time as well, as far as they could tell. They hadn't really seen anyone for the wedding party since they all arrived their together. They did see Ron and Hermione on the dance floor when they took their first dance as a married couple, but they were nowhere in sight.

It was almost time for Harry and Ginny to leave for their honeymoon. Their broom was ready and waiting on them outside of the tent. Everyone was gathering around to see them off. With more goodbyes, congratulations and hugs, Harry and Ginny were off soaring into the night.

They went home and changed into regular attire, packed and took the port key out. They were headed to Ireland for a week.

"Mrs. Potter, I'm waiting on you," Harry called from the backyard.

"Coming Mr. Potter. I can't believe we finally got married. It feels unreal," she said walking out of the back door.

She simply waved her wand and locked all doors and windows.

"Ready?" Harry asked.

She nodded her head and they placed a finger on the flower pot and said phoenix. They were transported to beautiful Ireland.

Ron helped clean up the backyard after Harry and Ginny flew off. It was a mind numbing chore that he didn't have to think about. Well, it gave him time to think and hope. He thought about how pissed he was that Fred and George gave him such a bad idea and how he mindlessly followed it. He thought about how much progress he and Hermione had made in such a short amount of time and how it was easily it was destroyed when Jordan kissed him. He didn't want Jordan. He felt bad he used to her to try to get Hermione back, but he was also pissed at her. Ron also hoped that this didn't ruin everything with Hermione again.

"Why such a long face?" Ron heard the twins say.

"Honestly, I'm pretty pissed at the two of you," Ron said not turning around.

"And why is that? I guess you pissed Jordan off," Fred said.

"Well, that girl may have ruined my chances with Hermione. She came looking for me, tanked out of her mind and kissed me, right in front of Hermione. I didn't want to kiss her. I really didn't. So, now Hermione thinks I lied to her and has the complete wrong idea about tonight," Ron said facing his brothers.

"I see. Did you try to talk to Hermione about this?" George asked.

"She didn't answer her door when I went by her house, so I left her a note. Hopefully, she talks to me again," Ron said sitting down.

"I'm sure she will, mate. As long as you tell her everything that happened, all will be forgiven," Fred said.

"I hope you're right this time," Ron said going back to cleaning things up.

Hermione got home hours later after she felt her head was sufficiently cleared. She unlocked and opened her door and discovered a piece of parchment on the floor. She picked it up and opened it. It was a note from Ron. She didn't feel like dealing with that just yet.

She left the note on her coffee table and headed upstairs. She decided to soak in the tub. Hermione ran her bath water extra hot with lots of bubbles, disrobed and got in. She closed her eyes and leaned back. She felt the day's stress leave her body as she soaked. It felt amazing to her. After soaking for an hour, she got out and headed to bed. She had work in the morning, after all.

The next morning, she got up early and went into work. Hermione felt pretty good as she flooed into work. She took the elevator and headed into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She said good morning to many of the witches and wizards as she passed them. She got to her desk and sat down to do her work.

A few hours later, Hermione was hard at work when she heard someone clear their throat in front of her desk. Hermione looked up and discovered Jordan.

"I didn't know you worked in my department," Jordan said quite unfriendly.

"I was unaware that this department belonged to you," Hermione said matching her tone.

"Regardless, you should stay away from Ronald," Jordan said putting a hand on her hip.

"And why is that? Do you lay false claims to him as well?" Hermione said raising a brown eyebrow.

"My claims on him aren't false, as you saw from last night."

"Jordan, this isn't the time nor place to have this type of conversation," Hermione said.

"Frankly, I think it is the perfect time. Just stay away from Ron. He obviously doesn't want you. He gave up on you ages ago, hence why he went on a date with me," Jordan said smiling at her.

"Bugger off, Jordan. I rather hear from Ron himself that he no longer wants to see me," Hermione said.

"Well, he obviously didn't stop me from kissing him last night," Jordan said swishing away.

Hermione shook her head. She didn't like that girl at all. What could Ron have possibly seen in her? Hermione's emotions consisted of jealousy, pain and anger. She didn't know what to do besides talk to Ron himself.

Ron got in the elevator at the Ministry of Magic. He wasn't paying attention to anyone that was inside of the elevator at the time. He was barely thinking at all.

"Hello, Ron," he heard a voice say from the right-hand corner of the lift.

Ron turned around and saw that it was Jordan standing there. He didn't say anything to her, but turned back around.

"Ron, I just want to say sorry about last night!"

"Jordan, I honestly don't care. You may have ruined my chances with Hermione," he said as anger seeped into his voice.

"Honestly, I saved you," she said quietly.

"And why is that? Why should I even be giving you the time of day?" Ron asked.

"Because I ran into Hermione this morning and she told me that I could have you. She was completely done with you."

"Again, why should I believe you? You're probably making up lies so you could have me and deter Hermione away from me, right?"

"No! It's not like that at all. As you can tell, I do fancy you, but I'm not crazy," she said pleading.

"Right," Ron said not believing her.

The doors opened to the atrium and Ron got out. He didn't look back at Jordan, he simply blended into the crowd and flooed home.

A/N: Well, Jordan tried and possibly failed at pinning Ron and Hermione against each other. I know this chapter was a lot shorter than usual, but hopefully the next one will be longer. This was just a filler really. Hope you liked it anyways.

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