O.O.S: Well, you all are awesome. Thanks for reading. :] And quick note, this next part is a month later(which will be stated) so now it is three months before the first chapter. I just wanted to give you all a heads up. :P That's about it for now… Just tell your friends about my little story and I will try to get around to reading some of yours once I stop writing this if that is possible cause honestly, I am a little addicted to it at the moment. Please, don't take it personally ;) ha.

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Rating: M!!! Finally!!!

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Chapter 6:

Two Weeks

Three months earlier…

Hermione's P.O.V:

Work had started to consume my life. Along with other things after that night. I had acquired more free time, but it was time I would willingly give up to make up for what I had done.

I checked the clock.

12:30

It was my lunch break.

Thank god.

Standing up, I walked towards my supervisor, Doctor Marcs. She was looking especially horrid today. Doctor Tiffany Marcs was probably the ugliest woman I had seen in my entire life. Sometimes I think she would have been a more attractive man. Pavarti Patil had once said she resembled a mad cow crossed with sasquatch. No one else objected. That day, her large eyebrows were towering over her little beady eyes as her smeared pink lip stick lips pulled into a scowl at the sight of me behind her desk. I wondered if she had ever considered tweezers…

She hated me because I was her best trainee without really trying. Being a Healer wasn't hard, at least for myself… My colleagues apparently weren't at my level. Not that I am trying to brag or anything, but many of them were just plain moronic. Much like the girls who were in my year at school, which was a shame for a lot of them worked with me. The only one I found myself to be able to stand was Katie Bell, the Gryffindor from my year at Hogwarts. She had actually come to be a good friend of mine. She was the only one who didn't listen to Lavender Brown who had, even if we were room mates all through Hogwarts, still hated me for 'stealing' Ron from her back in our 6th year.

Stupid girls…

Because of her and Pavarti, I was forced to be the most disliked person in our ward. At least by the employees. The patients were actually quite nice…

"Yes. You can go to lunch." she barked.

"Thanks." I replied, trying to give her a smile, but I was sure it was more of a sneer. I wasn't sure who was worse, her or Trelawney.

I guess I would have to vote as Marcs as the worst.

Trelawney was crazy, but at least she didn't look like an ogre.

Walking into the food court of St. Mungo's, I found myself to be starring at the pasta bar. Instantly I was reminded of what I wanted to forget. A sigh escaped my lips as I was plagued by thought.

It had been two weeks since we had talked.

It had been two weeks since we last fucked.

When I had came home from work, I found him in my apartment. The weird thing was, it didn't look like my apartment. There were roses on the floor and a candle lit table with what appeared to be a feast of spaghetti laid out. Next to one of the plates was a single rose.

"Hello?" I called out, a smile and laugh apparent in my voice.

"Hey."

I was emotionless as I saw him in the doorway.

This was so foreign.

So unlike him…

After the dinner and a bottle of wine shared between us, clumsy fingers entwined in each other led the way to my bed. Finding his lips, I kissed him, pushing my body up against his. Running a hand through his hair, I was surprised by this new feeling.

I believed it to be the alcohol in my system.

Our clothes were discarded as we blundered onto the bed. I felt up his body. The contours of his muscles and soft skin.

It took him a few tries to get off my bra, but once he succeeded, his lips were soft and gentle as they kissed and sucked.

Taking in sharp breaths, I held onto him, not wanting to let go.

I was loosing sense of myself.

I felt his hard member against myself and longed for it to be in me. I couldn't bare the anticipation.

When he finally entered me, my drunken stupor took him in welcomingly.

The rhythm was off, but I longed for it to work.

I longed to enjoy it.

No matter how drunk I was, I just couldn't completely fool myself.

Every pump he made, every motion, off.

Nothing… Just nothing.

Afterwards, we lay next to each other, our hearts racing from the adrenaline of our previous actions. I turn my head towards him and looked into his eyes.

They were hopeful, as if waiting for me to say something good.

"What time is it?" I slurred

What time is it? Is that the best you can do?!

Suddenly, his face changed. He had looked happy and content, but in an instant, he looked…

Hurt.

"What time is it?" he demanded in disbelief. "What time is it? Hermione, do you now know what day it is? What this was all for?"

"Ron… What are you talking about?"

"Forget it." Getting off the bed, he searched around the room for his clothes. I sat up and watched him in his scavenge in confusion. I didn't understand what was going on. I began to think of the day it was.

Wednesday.

Is Wednesday important to us? I wondered.

Once he was dressed, he hesitated only once to turn and glare at me one last time. "Happy Anniversary Hermione…"

"Anniversary-…"

We had been together for 6 months…

Today is our 6 month anniversary.

"Oh my God… Ron, I'm so sorry-."

"Just forget it Hermione! I'm tired of your excuses!" He was getting angry. Ron never got angry.

"I tired of always feeling that I am doing something wrong!" he starred into my eyes, letting his pain be completely visible. "I love you so much and I am tired of waiting around to find out if you really do love me back."

"Ron, I do love you."

"You may say that, but I don't really think you know." With the slam of the door, he was gone.

I tried to call out for him, but it was too late, he didn't want to come back. I wouldn't have come back either…

I had screwed up.

No, I had fucked up.

I was sickened by myself. Ron had done the most amazing thing he had ever done in his life for me, and I forgot what it was for. A lump formed in my throat as I was getting out of bed. Finding my clothes around the room, tears fell freely from my face.

I didn't know what to think… I didn't know how to feel.

I only knew one thing.

I needed… him.

Stumbling into my living room, I realized that the wine was still messing with my mind. Opening my purse, I pulled out my mobile and found his number.

It rang twice before he answered.

"Hey 'Mione. What's up?"

I began to sob.

"Hermione? Are you ok?"

"Harry…" I mumbled into the receiver.

"What happened?"

"Ron-… And I-… I don't know." I felt pathetic, but I couldn't stop. Sinking down on my couch I curled up into a ball and rested my head on the arm rest.

"Where are you?"

"Home."

"I'll be there in 10."

When I opened the door, I collapsed into his arms. Taking me to the couch he let me rest my head on his shoulder. My slobbery wet tears and Harry's calming words lulled me to sleep. Waking up a few hours later, I found myself to be curled up next to him on the couch.

His head was cocked back and his soft snores pulled in and out of his lungs. Everything about him was beautiful. His strong jaw, his black feathery hair…

Everything.

I could have moved away from his grasp and gotten back into my own bed.

I should have moved away.

But I didn't.

I didn't want to.

Harry Potter had been the biggest thing in my life for about a month.

Everyday week day we went and got coffee before work.

Everyday weekend we were together.

I couldn't remember a day when I didn't see him, nor did I want to. He had become my drug. My daily dose of sanity.

Every time he smiled, I smiled.

Every time he laughed, I laughed.

Every time we touched, I tingled all over.

Every time he was near me, speaking and breathing were hard to do.

I loved these feelings, even if they didn't make any logical sense. I loved how he made me feel. I couldn't be without him and I didn't want to be.

Closing my eyes, I buried my nose into his shirt, taking in his smell. I was coveting something that wasn't supposed to be mine. I was taking something I shouldn't want.

I almost thought that Ron had known. Maybe that was why we hadn't talked to me… He knew there was something coming between us. I just don't think he knew it was, someone. I did love Ron. I just wasn't sure how much.

Maybe my want to love him was greater than my actual feelings.

Two weeks is a long time in Ron world. I was pretty sure he hadn't not talked to Harry for that long. Still, this was the worst fight we had had. Even worse than the fight that had forced me to move out of our flat.

All I had was Harry for those two weeks.

That was even more dangerous.

It had been two weeks since I had seen Ron.

It had been two weeks since Harry became my everything.

"Hermione!" I heard someone call my name from behind. Weird, no one ever called my name…

Turning around, I spotted the familiar smiling face of Katie Bell.

"Katie, hi." I breathed out, trying to forget about my current thoughts. "What's up?"

"Nothing really, I was thinking about leaving this place for lunch. The food is ghastly." she scrunched up her nose a little with the thought of it. "Funny that they give us rubbish that makes us sick to eat in a hospital, huh?"

"It is a little ironic." I agreed with a laugh.

"You want to come along?"

"Who else is going?" I asked cautiously, glancing at Lavender Brown across the room in annoyance.

"Just you and me if you don't mind. Lavender's been driving me bloody insane."

Did I mention I liked her?

"Sounds perfect." I said with a relieved smile. Walking out of the cafeteria, I felt relieved that I had found someone I could stand at work. The more time I spent with Harry, the more dangerous things became…

"You have any preferences for lunch?" Katie asked.

"Anything but Italian…"

The last thing I needed was to see more spaghetti to remind me of my life.

O.O.S: Well that's it. Brought in a new character for Hermione's friend, tell me if you liiike :D. Review por faver :]