She felt his hand on top of her own, a grin on his face.

"I can't believe we're getting married." She made a weak smile to this, but it convinced him. He silently kissed her on the lips and she shuddered, unnoticed by him. As he pulled away, she reached to her side and picked up an envelope.

"What's this?" He snatched away the envelope and opened it up, reading the letter that laid inside. After done reading, he silently tore it in half and threw it over his shoulders.

"Never," he said. "You'll die. The war is everywhere even though Voldemort is gone."

She didn't want to listen. She was allowed to think for herself! She tried to leave, to do whatever she wanted, but as she got up, she tripped as if she was chained to something. She stood on her feet again and looked over. She was chained, well handcuffed really. On him.

"Let me leave," she hissed. He just stood up.

He slow started walking, yanking her along with him.

"Where are we going?" she demanded. As they stepped into the next room, she saw an alter.

A wedding alter.

She looked down…she was wearing a wedding dress. As she looked over to the red headed man she was chained to, she saw his tuxedo.

"You're stuck now," he said psychotically. He dragged her over and the wedding started. When she tired to say something and leave, she found that no matter how hard she screamed, no one at the wedding heard her. And when it came time for her to say something, her voice would automatically said things. She couldn't stop this wedding.

The red haired man took the ring from the ring barer. He slowly began to slip it on her finger as he said, "There's no turning back now…Hermione, we're married."

Hermione shot up in her bed, sweat trickling down her face as she panted. Why must this dream haunt her? And this wasn't just because of Ron's response to the Hogwarts letter. The dream hadn't just visited her tonight because of how angry she was towards her fiancée.

This dream had been visiting her for a long time. 7 months, to be exact. Every night, she woke up in fear of marriage. But was this a fear of marriage, or just a fear of Ron?

Hermione went to wash off her face and glanced at the clock on her trip over. It was 2:53 AM. She began splashing her face with water as she examined herself in the mirror. Hermione admitted that she was a wreck.

Hermione had to tell herself every night how much she loved Ron and she was probably afraid that there was no turning back after this wedding. But Hermione could sense that she was lying to herself. Did she really love Ron that much at all?

'It's nothing more than a friendship…' she told herself. Hermione was afraid to admit it, but tonight she conquered her fear. She didn't love Ron. She never loved Ron in the way he had loved herself. But Hermione just couldn't tell herself that she would never love him in return.

'Maybe if I just go through with it…maybe I'll learn to love him.' Hermione told herself. But how fair was she being? What would it be like to marry someone who didn't love you? And more importantly, what if she never learned to love him? What if her whole life was revolved around being married to someone who she just couldn't love?

Hermione didn't know where all of this was coming from. She had never thought of leaving Ron before…she just lived with her fear. But Hermione knew she didn't want to be with Ron now. Was all of this made clear by just that one letter that Ron refused to let her accept? Did this one event push Hermione over the edge?

Hermione began to get a migraine from both reliving her dream in her thoughts and all the sudden thinking about leaving Ron. She now trembled at the thought of her being engaged to Ron. Just the thought of one day sharing wedding vows…it frightened Hermione to death.

Hermione didn't understand…she used to dream about being with Ron. And now, things just seemed to be so…different. Ron was different now, ever since the war really. The war had changed him…but then again, didn't it change everyone? It sure changed Hermione. Seeing countless numbers of friends dying made her realize not to waste her time. She wasn't going to have forever to live her life.

But there Hermione was, her life going slow towards what she had feared of happening. She had no job, thanks to Ron, and she had never even had one. She could barely afford to rent out her flat and had to have her friends help her out with it. And, Hermione was engaged to a man she didn't love.

Hermione began weeping, clutching her pillow tightly against her chest. Her tears stained her pillow as she felt like she would never achieve anything, how she wasted her life. Why hadn't this came to her mind before? Why didn't she realize just my staying with Ron all this time when she didn't want to, her ambitions would never become a reality?

Why had this one letter made everything so much clearer? If she wanted to ever be happy, she knew now that would have to leave Ron. But Hermione didn't know if she could even bring herself to do that. She went all this way…he thought they were soul mates. He thought that in a few short months, he and Hermione would be married.

But what if she couldn't do it? Would she be fair to herself? As much as she didn't want to be selfish, there was a difference. Hermione couldn't ruin her own life just to make Ron happy.

Now it was clear. As Hermione cried herself to sleep, thinking of what was to come, she perfectly knew what had to be done. As her sobs stopped, drifting into sleep, her last thought was of how she must end everything with Ron, before it was too late.