A/N: Okay so sorry this took me forever to update. I had vacation and school stuff and all this randomness. Thanks so much for being so patient!

"Hermione come down for dinner!" Mrs. Weasley called up to Ginny's room.

Hermione got up from what now would be Susan's bed and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. Just because she was going to let Susan and Ron be together didn't mean she had to like it. As she went down to the dining room she noticed everyone was already sitting down in the seats they had sat in that morning. She found her seat next to Ron and tried not to make any eye contact with him or anyone else at the table for that matter. Susan looked extremely happy and every chance she could would grab Ron's hand and rub her thumb across the top of it. Ron's face grew terribly red every time this happened, especially when he noticed his dad looking towards his direction. Hermione almost started bawling her eyes out at the table when she saw Susan and Ron holding hands, but she wouldn't give Susan that satisfaction. Ginny and Jane giggled at the sight and tried to get the twins' and Andy's attention so they could make a snide comment.

"Ron, is your hand getting cold?" Fred exclaimed.

"Personally, I think it's quite toasty in here. Don't you, Andy?" George smirked.

Andy just laughed as he shook his head in no particular direction. He didn't want to make a scene in front of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. He knew Fred and George were capable of doing it themselves.

"I think it is, George. I'm a little surprised though, since Ron's face is so red. It would make you think he was burning up."

"I agree, Fred. Ron, are you feeling well?"

"I'm feeling just fine, thank you," Ron mumbled in a threatening tone.

The twins smiled at each other and sniggered. Ginny and Jane were trying to hold in their laughter, while Andy kept smiling down at his plate of food, trying not to let anyone notice. Susan, however, did not seem to notice the twins remarks, since she kept holding onto Ron's hand. The adults were at the other side of the table and were engrossed in their conversation of past occurrences they had spent together.

"Well, if you're feeling fine, then may I ask why you have something attached to your hand? I mean, it's not normally there, is it?"

"I've never seen it before, George, but as of today I haven't seen it leave."

"Does Ron have something he would like to share with the table?" George asked with a curious look which was obviously fake.

"Leave him alone!" Hermione got up with the tears building in her eyes. "If he doesn't want to tell you something then he doesn't have to!"

Hermione stared at the now speechless twins. They had no idea what an angry Hermione was capable of doing. Hermione just stood there not saying a word. No one at the table was now. The adults were awestruck at the fact that they had no idea what was going on and all of the children went from giggling to something close to fear and surprise. Even Susan took notice of this and was confused at why Hermione would stick up for someone who had just earlier broken her heart.

Hermione sat back down and began pushing her food around her plate again. She was somewhat humiliated at her outburst, but couldn't bear to leave the table, since she knew she'd be in full out tears.

The twins had no idea what to say and just looked down at their plates awkwardly. Everyone else tried to get back into the flow of normal conversation. Ron looked at Hermione with total admiration, but looked away before Hermione could notice. Susan gave Hermione a glare. She had finally figured out she had some real competition on her hands.

After dinner, Susan helped pick up the dishes tonight as requested by her mother. She was not happy with this fact, but took it as a chance to have Ron by her side. She called to Ron and told him that he had to help her clean up, since they were a couple now. Hermione saw them together and ran up the stairs; she did not want to make another scene in front of the two families.

She went to Ginny's room and saw that her bed had new sheets and some of Susan's belongings scattered about it. Jane was lying on Ginny's bed while Ginny was on a cot next to it.

"Oh, hey, Hermione!" Ginny called

"Hi," Hermione said looking over at what now she assumed was Susan's bed.

Ginny noticed her glance and started to explain, "Susan said that you were okay with her sleeping in your bed and that you were going to get the extra cot in Ron's room. We made her bed for her and moved your sheets over there, so that you can put them on your cot when you bring it down."

"Oh, right," Hermione gave a weak smile and left the room to get her cot. As she was closing the door she heard Ginny and Jane talking.

"So, what do you think of Susan and Ron?" Jane asked to Ginny.

"They're okay, I guess," Ginny said.

"Well, I have to tell you something about them," Jane said in a nervous tone.

"What is it?" Ginny asked.

"Well, um, Susan—she—she really likes Ron." Jane said sounding as if there were more.

"Oh?" Ginny said waiting for her to go on.

"That's it!" Jane said nervously. "That's all I had to say."

Hermione's brow furrowed. Jane was hiding something about Susan. She needed to know what it was, but knew that it would be hard to figure out. She pulled her head away from the door and went up the stairs to Ron's room. Her mind was racing with possibilities, maybe Susan put Ron under some sort of spell to get him to like her, or maybe a love potion, but nothing seemed to make sense.

Hermione opened the door to Ron's room and saw the cot on the side of the room.

"How am I going to get this downstairs?" she said.

"I could help," Ron was standing at his open door with a somewhat apologetic look on his face. However, Hermione did not notice this.

"Susan doesn't mind?" Hermione snapped.

"Well, I didn't ask her."

"Ugh, never mind! I can do it myself," Hermione turned her back to Ron and tried to think of a solution to her problem and not think of the redheaded boy behind her.

"Listen, Hermione, Susan and I are happy together and I don't understand why you have gotten so upset all of a sudden. Don't you want me to be happy?"

Hermione's jaw dropped and the tears started building up for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day. "Excuse me?"

"Why can't you just explain to me why you tell Susan that you are happy for us and then you go around as if you're life just ended?"

"You know what, you're right. Maybe you should go ask Susan. I'm sure she could tell you why. She could tell you why I'm so happy for you." Hermione paused, "Listen to me, you do what makes you happy and don't worry about me. Don't let me hold you back. If you like Susan more than m—more than—more than everyone else, then you can do whatever you want with her."

"But, you're not—"

"Happy?" Hermione finished for him. "Did you not listen? If Susan says I'm happy, then I must be happy!"

With that Hermione left the room leaving her cot in Ron's room. I guess I'm sleeping on the floor tonight.

A/N: So, hopefully this had enough drama to make you happy for the long wait. Please review!