It's a guilty heart

A significant shout out to Q.O.S., even though it seems that I only have three fans. Please get on the old reviewers who don't like my new story, sniffle… But this chapter has a major bomb dropped in it, so watch out.

When Hermione and Blaise, he gasped with surprise, "Are you saying that you didn't mind that?"

"No, I didn't mind that. And I hope you don't mind this." Slap. The sound was heard around the hospital, and more or less around the world. Besides Harry, Blaise was one of the most eligible bachelors in America, Canada, and Europe.

"Oww, why'd ya do that?" Blaise said, rubbing his cheek, "It's not as if you wouldn't have done it anyway. But to Mark. And on the ass."

"HEY!" Another slap, "Where'd you come up with the idea that I would ever put my clean digits near his semi-muscular ass? That sexy, adorable ass." She sighed.

"Trust me, you will never ever want to go near that ass, or any other part of it, when you hear the regaling tales I have about your love-err." He said, stretching the err of the word. Then he felt like someone had bopped him upside the head.

Hermione felt as if an invisible voice had gone into her brain and had said, 'Don't listen to him'. But the truth is, if he had gone out with Bo, then he must have really hurt her to have her break up with him. Or vice versa.

Flashback!

Hermione rushed into the apartment. She had been through the craziest day, and just had to call Pourple. Before she picked up the phone, the red message light warning her that her party-hearty friend might have other plans, and to check her messages. She dropped the phone back on it's cradle and pulled the huge tub of Otis Spunkmeyer cookies that she had bought from her little sister and had received from her manager only about 3 hours ago. She dug in and listened to the message.

"H-h-hey Hermione. It's Bo. I'm sorry to say this, but I can no longer see you, talk to you, or do anything besides listen to your music. Also, I've had to quit my job. I don't expect you to get why right away, but you will figure it out eventually. I have a feeling we will meet again, but right now I've hurt you so much, and you will kill me when you find out, but it was a mistake. And just to let you know, he loves you. They love you. I love you. Goodbye."

END Flashback

Hermione had never understood that message. Now she got it. Ron had slept with someone by accident a year ago, and had loved her so much that he had let himself off the hook with the one that he had really loved and let her go. Now that she thought about it, could the other person she had talked about be Blaise?

Hermione did turn her head, only to see that it looked like Blaise was crying. Only when she turned her head did she see that Bo had exited the bathroom.

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"Honey, are you okay?" asked Ron Weasley as his fiancée exited the Women's bathroom.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You know, just the morning sickness. It's your damn eating kid. It never wants to stop eating, or making me throw up, or making me want to do something involving the food groups. Remember the lecture I gave the neighbor kid last week?"

Ron laughed, "I don't think that my neighbors will ever give me the 'thank you' look quite like that in a while. Not since I fended their daughter away from having sex till she's married with my regaling tale of Fred and the Wandering Milk Maid."

"Yodel-lay-he!" Bo exclaimed as she remembered what had happened to poor Fred when he had traveled to Yugoslavia and had a one night stand with a milk maid, who in turn followed him back to the U.S.A. and pursued him until he finally married her. It turns out that she was pretty cool, and could pick up almost any language. She and Fred were expecting their first kid in October. "Hey Ron, can I ask you a small favor?"

"Sure. Anything for you, baby."

"Can you call me Mary-Kate?"

"Why?"

She smiled, "Because that's my real name. My real first name." She hugged him, and she felt eyes on the back of her neck."

"CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE! Let's go, people."

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"WHAT the h-e- double hockey sticks! How did that happen? I, I, I think I'm hyperventilating. Do you happen to have a paper bag on you?" Mark was panicking. How could this have happened? It had only been one time. And they didn't know? They didn't know if it was his or Ron's?

"Calm down, boy-man, you'll have a heart attack. And you'll make the body you've been inhabiting have a huge heart-attack, and then this will go down the tubes. Here's a paper bag. Try to calm down."

"How can I calm down if I don't know if I'm a fucking father are not? How can you just say 'be calm' when I should be apologizing for what I've done."

"Your too late for that, Mark. Ron has taken over that fatherly role, and even if they are yours, we wont even go there. Ron and Mary Kate are going to get married, have the baby and get along with their lives."

"They? They? THEY who?"

"I can't tell you. You don't need to know who they are. Throughout life you will see them, and if you can catch her before she falls, you can have her, and them, again. But if the Chosen one gets them, she will resent you forever, like she has for the last three months. You gave her something that she's found again, and now you have no reason to stay."

He choked, " I-I-I have Hermione." Then his chest started to throb, "Am I having a heart attack

"I'm sorry. I told you to slow down. But I can promise you this one thing."

"What?"

"You will live past this. And I am letting your judging go."

A/N: Sorry I'm stopping, this is four pages on Century Gothic fourteen, and my mom's kicking me off the computer!

Love ya!

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