A/N: Thanks for all the alerts and favorites! Although I do have to say…300 visitors and three reviews? Pleaseeeee people, I will love you forever if you review this story! But anything counts and everything is great. Thought I needed some more Ron/Hermione action so that's what the next two chapters are going to be. Also if I spell anything wrong in the Bulgarian accent way of saying things, I'm very sorry.

Chapter 2: Krumble

"Please, 'Mione?" Ron begged.

"No, Ron." Hermione shot back.

It was the next morning, a Sunday, and Hermione was fixing her hair in the mirror, her back turned to Ron, who was still in bed. She could see him in the mirror though.

"Why not?" He practically whined.

She turned around sharply, her hands on her hips, reminding Ron dreadfully of his mother. "Because, I have tons of work to do! You know I still have no dress, right? And I do have a very high placed job that I could lose because of all the time I've been missing. So, no, Ron, I cannot come with you to a Puddlemere United Quidditch game."

He grunted, lying back in bed. She stomped over and pulled the covers off him, a rush of cold air chilling his body. "For Merlin's sake, get out of bed, Ronald!"

He groaned and swung his legs over the side. She was putting earrings in the holes in her ears and didn't notice him sneaking up behind her, until he placed his hands on her hips and put his head next to hers.

"I'm sorry." He murmured.

She kissed his cheek. "You're forgiven."

"Good. And I have an offer." He said, still not taking his hands off her.

She sighed. "What would that be?"

"If I take care of all the honeymoon arrangements, and promise to do a lot more for this wedding, will you please come with me today?"

She sighed, slamming her comb down on the table. "Fine. But if you don't keep that promise, Ronald Weasley, you will be in for it."

"I'll take that chance."

An hour later, they were on their way to the stadium, Hermione clutching Ron's arm so as not to get lost in the crowd pressing against them as he led them to their seats.

They settled in, Ron getting out a pair of OmniOculars and Hermione digging a book out of her bag.

"A book? Really, Hermione?"

"I was forced into this. I have no idea how to be entertained by this game and this book is very interesting."

Ron rolled his eyes and concentrated on the game as the players zoomed onto the field.

The next four hours passed in great entertainment for Ron and incredible boredom for Hermione. She had found it impossible to concentrate on the book with all the yelling Ron was doing, so she had put it down and tried to get into the game, but she had failed miserably.

During a time-out somewhere near five hours after the game had begun, Hermione heard a slightly familiar voice near her. She shrugged, wondering who it was but not looking around.

"Hermoninny?"

Hermione whipped around. "Viktor!" She exclaimed, hopping out of her seat in surprise.

She quickly walked out of the row and around to where her friend was standing.

"How are you?" She asked, breathless with shock. She shot a quick glance at Ron, who still hadn't noticed she wasn't sitting next to him.

"I am doing vell. And you?" He replied.

"Good, good. What are you doing here?"

"Watching the Qvidditch game, one of my friends is on this team. Are you…are you here with anyone?"

She nodded and pointed at flaming red back of Ron's head. "Ron Weasley, my fiancé."

"Oh…you two are…engaged now?"

Hermione nodded again, slightly awkwardly. "Yeah…the wedding is in five weeks." An idea came to her. "Would you like to come?"

He paused, his eyes flashing to Ron. "Vould your fiancé like that?"

Hermione bit her lip. She hadn't thought of that. "Er, yeah, I'm sure he'd be fine." She choked out awkwardly.

He shrugged. "Vell, if you're sure, I'd love that. Hey, vould you like to come up to the luxury box vith me?"

She pursed her lips. "How about in a few minutes?"

"No problem." He gave her quick hug before hurrying up the stairs.

Hermione went down back to her seat and placed her hand on Ron's bicep. "Ron? Can I go and hang out with Viktor and his friends?"

"Yeah, yeah sure." He mumbled, clearly not paying attention.

She looked at him suspiciously. "Ron, are you listening to me?"

"Hmm? What?" He asked, turning around.

"I asked if I could go and sit with Viktor for a little while."

This took a moment to process through Ron's brain and when it did his ears turned scarlet. "Viktor Krum?"

"Yes, Ron, Viktor Krum!"

"No, Hermione."

"What? Ron why not?"

"Because…because…no."

Hermione was starting to get mad. "Ron, you've given me no reason why not! Viktor is my friend, I'm not cheating on you if that's what you think!"

Ron's face was getting darker and he was starting to splutter, ignoring the looks he was getting from other spectators. "Hermione, it's not that I think you're…I trust you…it's him I don't trust!"

She stomped her foot. "Ron, I just want to go and talk to him, it's been like two years since I saw him!"

"You know what, this game is getting boring. We should go."

"What? Ron you were loving this game. This is just so…so…maddening! I want to go talk to Viktor!"

"Well, I say no. Come on." Ron grabbed her arm and twisted, sending them both into a dark, constricting tunnel and reappearing outside their flat.

Hermione yanked herself out of Ron's grip, her hair nearly crackling with electricity and her cheeks dark pink. She started ranting.

"RON! HOW DARE YOU? YOU CANNOT TELL ME WHO I CAN AND CANNOT TALK TO! VIKTOR IS STILL THERE, I TOLD HIM I'D BE JUST A FEW MINUTES! YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT! I AM SO MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW RON! BUT WE'RE GOING TO BE SEEING VIKTOR IN A FEW WEEKS ANYWAY. I INVITED HIM TO THE WEDDING!"

Ron's face was equally flushed, but he tried to keep his voice under control. "Hermione, I've told you, I don't like that guy, and I don't like you spending time with him! That's it."

Hermione stormed into the flat and went straight to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. He could hear the muffled sounds of her crying into the pillow.

Ron collapsed on the couch, rumpling his hair with his hand. He could see a bit why she was upset at him, but he didn't like her with Krum, at all. He thought he had seen the end of him at Bill and Fleur's wedding. And now he was coming to their wedding? This day could not go any worse. But he decided to go talk to Hermione.

He knocked on the bedroom door. "Hermione? Open up, it's me."

"I don't want to talk to you, Ron!"

He sighed, before opening the door anyway. Hermione lay face down on their bed, her hair no longer smooth but huge and bushy.

He went over to her and sat down next to her, gently stroking her hair. She sat straight up, her face blotchy and her eyes puffy. "Go away Ron."

"No."

She pouted. Ron could see she was still angry but was starting to come around. "Ron, you were incredibly rude. You can't control who I talk to."

He sighed. "Ok, you're right. I can't. I'm sorry."

Hermione could see that he was compromising and decided to allow it. "Ok…ok."

"Come here." He wrapped her in a hug.

"Ron? When you promised to help more with the plans, did you mean it?"

"Of course I did."

She broke away. "In that case, here's a list. Have at least half of the things done by dinner." She stood up and left the room, Ron staring after her with a small smile on his face.

That's my Hermione.