Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked. - Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Hermione looked up from the numerous magazines in front of her to see Ron enter with Harry, Fred and George. She glanced over to the excited Mrs. Weasley then sent a helpless look over to Ron. Ron smiled and walked over.

"Come on, mum. We just got engaged and the wedding's not for another six months. You're planning it like its next week," he said, leaning over and kissing Hermione on the brow before giving his mother a peck on the cheek.

Mrs. Weasley puffed up slightly. "Well forgive me for not wanting to be prepared ahead of time. You know all those last minute details that go into a wedding! Do you even have a place?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Yes, mum. Hermione's booked the place and the caterer's included, except for the deserts," he grumbled.

"Who's doing deserts?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"You are," Ron answered, watching as four small children ran down the stairs and exited the house, followed by Fred and George.

Hermione smiled and got up, walking over to Ron and hugging him, leaning up and kissing his jaw. "Your mother's trying to be nice," she whispered.

Ron wrapped his arms around her small waist and looked down at her. "I just want to enjoy my engagement," he said.

"You will enjoy your engagement once the wedding's over," Mrs. Weasley said as she left the kitchen.

Hermione smiled and pulled away from him, going over to a rather silent Harry Potter. "You ok?"

"Did you know that Ginny was dating?" he asked suddenly.

Hermione looked shocked for a moment then she sighed. "Ginny obviously still doesn't like talking to you," she commented.

"What does this have to do with me? I'm just curious as to why, for three years, I never knew?"

"Well, maybe that has to do with the fact that you broke her heart six years ago," she whispered sharply.

Harry groaned. "Do we have to go over that again? You know why I did it and so does she!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "All men are idiots," she muttered.

"Hey!" Ron protested.

Hermione glanced over at him then began pouring herself some more tea. "I said all men," she said.

Ron sank down into a chair, grumbling about not understanding women. Harry watched Hermione for a moment. "Are they serious?"

Hermione snorted. "It's been three years, I'd think so," she replied.

Harry pointed to Ron. "You and Ron were dating for six years and it took him that long to realize he wanted to marry you," he commented.

Hermione smiled and shrugged. "Like I said. All men are idiots," she repeated before walking out the back door.

"RONALD WEASLEY!"

Ron shot up out of his seat and bolted up the stairs as Ginny came storming in, eyes blazing. She looked around and then her eyes fell on Harry. She froze for a moment then looked out the back door.

"Where'd he go?" she asked quietly.

"What'd he do?"

Ginny turned to him, eyebrow raised. "What does it matter?"

Harry stood up. "I'm curious that's all," he answered.

Ginny rolled her eyes and started to walk over to the stairs when Harry grabbed her arm. She looked at him, frowning.

"What happened?" he asked.

Ginny immediately understood what he meant and looked away, pulling her arm away from him. "You happened, Harry."

With that she walked up the stairs and away from Harry.

Ron woke up to an unpleasant sound. It was like a dying cat or something. Sitting up, he looked around to see Hermione standing at the side of his bed, watching him with amusement. Groaning, he fell back, eyes closed.

"It's Saturday, 'Mione," he grumbled.

"So?"

"Damn it, Hermione. Some people like to sleep in," he growled.

Hermione kneeled down on the bed and leaned over, kissing his jaw and nuzzling his neck. "Some people promised their fiancé that they would spend the day with them."

Ron glanced over at his alarm clock and groaned again. "It's nine o'clock," he muttered, pushing her hair out of his face.

"So I have to wait until twelve?" Hermione asked incredulously.

Ron looked up at her then pulled her down on top of him. "You could wait with me," he suggested.

"Your incorrigible," Hermione muttered, smiling as he began to kiss her face gently.

"But you love me."

"Probably the only reason I chose to marry you," she grumbled, enjoying the kisses he lavished upon her.

"That and the ring," Ron offered.

"The ring was a nice bonus."

"You're beautiful."

"I know."

"I love you," he whispered, kissing her fully while his hands wandered down towards her hips.

Hermione pulled away slightly, licking her lips.

"Telling me that I'm beautiful and that you love me isn't going to get you into my pants."

"It's nice to think about though."

Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled herself up so that she straddled him. "You really are incorrigible," she mumbled, straightening her shirt.

Ron watched her for a while and smiled. "Now this is a position I could get used to," he whispered.

Hermione's eyes grew and she shot him a dirty look before getting off him. Ron got up and followed her out of his bedroom to the kitchen where she started tidying up. He just stared, amazed at how natural she looked in his kitchen.

"You keep staring like that and I'll have to leave," Hermione said, turning around to face him.

"It's hard not to stare."

"Keep dreaming," she whispered, giving him a kiss before sitting down in a small chair and picking up a book she had brought with her. "Now go get dressed."

"Yes mum," Ron mocked, dragging his feet back to his bedroom.

"And you don't know who broke in?" Neville asked.

Ron shook his head, leaning back in his chair. "Nope. Not a clue. Bastard destroyed my office and the only thing he didn't touch were the pictures on the wall. That picture of us at graduation was destroyed though. The wanker circled 'Mione's face with red," Ron explained.

Hermione turned to Ron. "You never told me that," she said.

Ron shook his head. "It's alright. We've had some people stand guard at your flat. You're fine, Hermione," he assured.

Hermione regarded him carefully for a moment, knowing he wasn't telling her everything then sighed and nodded, turning back to Luna. She wouldn't get anything out of him. They all chatted for a while then Hermione stood and excused herself the bathroom. Going down the small hall and into the bathroom, she walked over to the counter by the sinks and opened her purse. She took out a tissue and blew her nose, tossed the tissue and entered a stall.

Flushing the toilet, she went over to the sink and began to wash her hands, glancing around for paper towels. As she washed her hands, she heard the door open and looked up to see who it was. No one came in. Frowning, she continued to wash her hands when a bathroom stall closed behind her, causing her to whirl around, eyes wide.

"Hello?" she called.

No one answered. Biting her lip, she leaned to the side and peeked under the door, hoping to find legs. There were none. Her heart was now pounding in her chest as she looked around. Once again the door opened and once again no one came in. Another stall door slammed shut, causing her to let out a small cry of shock. Gulping, she grabbed her purse and started for the door. Reaching for it, her heart stopped. The door was locked. Breathing deeply, she took out her wand.

"Alohamora," she whispered anxiously.

The door still didn't open. Another stall door slammed shut. Hermione whirled around, pressing herself to the door as she watched the last two stalls slam shut.

"Is anyone in here?" she asked, trying her best to remain calm.

One of the toilets flushed.

Suddenly an awful smell hit Hermione and she gasped for breath, turning around and pounded on the door.

"Hello! I'm stuck in here! Can anyone here me?!" she called.

Two more toilets flushed and the smell got worse. Like burning flesh…

"Please! Someone help me!" she screamed.

Ron was laughing so hard he hardly heard the muffled cry for help. Frowning he turned to Neville.

"Did you hear that?"

Neville wiped the tears from his eyes, chuckling still and shaking his head. "No, what was it?"

Ron frowned. "I don't know… it sounded like someone was crying or something."

Suddenly a scream ripped through the jovial atmosphere and everyone was silent. There was another scream, this one much higher, rent the air. Ron got to his feet and started for the bathrooms.

"Hermione!" he called, running down the hall and to the bathroom door, Neville, Luna and Rosemerta right behind him. He tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. He pounded on the door.

"Hermione! Hermione, what's wrong?!" he demanded.

"RON!" came a tortured scream from within. There was a gurgling noise then another scream. "RON, HELP ME!" Hermione screamed.

Neville put his ear to the door, trying to listen. "What's she screaming about?" he asked worriedly.

Ron pulled out his wand. "Hermione, get away from the door!" he told her.

"NO!" was her answer. There was another scream then all was silent.

"HERMIONE!" Ron pointed his wand at the door and it exploded. Coughing from the dust, Ron ran in, looking around.

"Hermione," Luna called, moving past Ron and to the stalls. "Oh no," she gasped, entering one of them.

Ron ran over and his eyes grew huge. "Hermione…"

"Ron! Ron!"

Ron looked up to see his family come running over, at least seven kids in tow. He stood up, running his fingers through his hair. Mrs. Weasley took a hold of his hand.

"Oh honey, is she ok? Neville told us everything he knew," she exclaimed.

Ron shook his head. "I don't know. She hasn't come out yet and they're not telling me anything."

"You mean you don't know what happened to her?" Mr. Weasley asked.

Ron shook his head. "I don't know…"

"Excuse me. Are you Hermione Granger's fiancé?"

They all turned to see a young woman standing there, a file in her hand. Ron walked over.

"Yeah, Ron Weasley."

The woman nodded. "Yes, Mr. Weasley. I'm Healer Vern."

"How's Hermione?" Ron asked anxiously.

The woman smiled. "She'll be fine. She's sleeping now, but she'll be ready to leave in the morning. But I came to ask you, Mr. Longbottom and Ms. Lovegood some questions."

Luna and Neville walked over, frowning. "Is there something wrong?" Neville asked.

"Do you have any idea what happened to her?" Healer Vern asked.

"You don't?"

The woman shook her head. "Aside from the scratches and bruises she obtained, there was nothing else physically wrong with her."

"But she passed out," Luna pointed out.

"That could have been caused by anything, but unless we know what it was, all we can say is that whatever happened in that bathroom will stay in that bathroom until Hermione wakes up and is able to tell you and the Aurors what happened. There's nothing more we can do…" The healer put on a smile. "Just be thankful she's fine," she whispered before leaving.

Harry placed a hand on Ron shoulder, shaking him slightly. "She'll be fine," he whispered.

Ron glanced up at him and nodded. "Yeah… she's a tough one," he replied.

Hermione woke up the next morning to the distant sound of two male voices. Opening her eyes she looked around drowsily.

"Ron?" she whispered.

The two men stopped talking and one came over to her side. "Hey… you're awake," the man whispered, though she couldn't clearly see who it was due to blurry vision.

"Where am I?" she asked.

"You're at Mungos," the other man answered.

"Is that you Harry?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm here."

Hermione closed her eyes for a moment then tried to prop herself up. The man near her reached forward and helped her sit up. She blinked a few times then everything came into focus. Ron was standing right beside her while Harry was at the edge of her bed, watching her carefully.

"How long was I out?" she asked.

"A few hours. The healers gave you some dreamless sleeping potion," Ron whispered.

"Hermione… what happened?" Harry asked softly.

She looked over at him then at Ron in surprise. "What do you mean what happened? You were there…"

Ron frowned. "What do you mean, 'we were there'? We couldn't get past the door, Hermione," he said.

"Not Harry, but you… you were there… in the bathroom… that thing pulled out of the stall…"

"Hermione, I was outside the whole time. You even called for my help," Ron whispered.

Hermione shook her head. "No! You were in the bathroom and I couldn't reach you so I called for your help… I saw you, Ron…"

Ron's gaze shifted from her to Harry, who looked just as confused. Hermione looked between them and frowned. "What? What is it?"

A/N: Soooo... yeah... this is going to be interesting.

NairobiDawn: I update fast.

ronandmion4ever: Me? Why would I do anything of the sort? I'm insulted that you would think that I would stoop so low as to break up a wedding? You must be thinking about some other author because Salem does not break up relationships, make people cry, make up disturbings scenes from a disturbed mind nor does she allow any of her people to die in her stories. She likes bunnies and rainbows. If you're looking for someone who does all of the things listed above, you should find another story because this story is all fluff! FLUFF! FLUFF! FLUFF!

(At this point I am gagging because of the word. gagfluffgag)

;-)

charma10: I bet you have tons of imagination! Mine just happens to come from a warped up mind. Not all stories have to end in violence and gore and seperation. I just happen to be good at writing emotions. Everyone has a talent! (I just sounded so cliche, but who cares!)

Glad you like it!