(Hey guyz, so very sorry it's taken so fecking long to get this up, had serious writer's block. Also, changed my pen name to It's-All-About-Us, haha (: Enjoy—IAAU)

I can't remember how I got back to Grimmauld Place. I just remember waking up, my hand next to Ron's, and Harry not being there.

I sat up rapidly. I gasped and closed my eyes, a grin all over my silly, teenage face. I was happy. I glanced at the candle, which was loosely held in my right hand. It was out. But it had happened, it had really, really happened!

What I'd thought was a dream, a mirage, was as real as it seemed. Exhaling slowly, I sucked in another breath, rolled my eyes and smiled over at Ron fondly. Ron. Ronnie. Ronald. Ronald….ther. Ronaldther. Ronalderithia. I flopped back down on my back, facing his sleeping face.

Before I knew it, he was poking my face.

"Er, you're poking my face." I mentioned uneasily.

"Where's m' wand?" he mumbled.

I shrugged.

"What's up?"

Tears were pushing their way down my cheeks for some odd reason. "I don't know." I tried to say, but instead, "Where's Harry?"

I had to leap up several floors before we found him, and that resulted in combing a room for an entire hour, looking for a locket. When Harry bobbed downstairs to grab a drink, it ended up Ron smiling slightly sheepishly at me.

"What?" I asked self consciously.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

Whoa. What do I do with that?

Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God! Nooooo! So that's why he'd been so nice to me lately! "Erm, be right back…sandwich." I mumbled hurriedly and choked out the situation to Harry.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do. What am I gonna do? I mean, this, this is like a complete nightmare." I cried out. Harry shook his head at me and said terribly sarcastically, "Oh, I know, this must be so hard. Oh no, two guys love me. They're both gorgeous and sexy. My purse is too small for my Galleons AND MY DIAMOND SHOES ARE TOO TIGHT."

I gaped at him.

"No, I am not gay," he stumbled out, hastily, "But you're so easy to read Hermione. I know who I'd pick."

Oh, great. Once again, I was in an annoying situation.

Why? Why oh why oh why?

"So he…I mean he….I…I mean, you know, he's a really good friend but I don't…" I mumbled pathetically.

"Hermione, fascinating your love life is, I'm afraid I have to get on." Harry told me gently. "Talk to Ron," he advised. "It could be good for you, you know. Just try it."

I was close to tears.

Even at the end of the day, with Kreacher off to search for Mundungus Fletcher, and warm chicken soup and Ben and Jerry's ice cream making a welcomed return, I wanted to just cry, stamp my foot, give Ron a good shaking and I didn't know what else!

Ron looked at me long and hard. "What is going on with you?"

I blinked. "What? What d'you mean? Nothing."

Harry snorted. "Oh, come on! You've been acting strange all day."

I rolled my eyes and relished Draco in my mind. "All right... There is something. I... I kind of had a dream. But I don't wanna talk about it."

Ron raised his eyebrows. Harry remarked, "What if Martin Luther King had said that? 'I kind of have a dream... I don't wanna talk about it.'"

"You know what? I'm going to have a bath." I stood up hastily, and ran. Yes, I ran. Like I was ten. Not seventeen. The door slammed and locked, and in the hot water, I drifted, dazed. Draco. Draco. Draco.

Even two days later, they were going on about it. "'Mione, you've been acting weird for a couple of days, now. What's wrong?"

I replied, slowly. "Nothing... Well, something. I kinda had a dream, sort of... Ahh, forget it."

Harry was getting on my nerves now. "Come on. What if Martin Luther King said that- 'I kinda had a dream, sorta...'?"

"What if I slap you?" I muttered.

I had a weird dream that night. It was an actual dream, not a candle scenario. I was spying on Ron and Draco. Ron was saying, "I'm gonna say this as Hermione's best friend. Not as your friend."

Draco was puzzled. "So now you're not my friend?"

"Not now."

"Alright."

Ron seemed to be gearing himself up for something. They both looked older, too. "So I couldn't be happier 'cause you're marrying Hermione. But if someday you ever hurt her, I will hunt you down and kick your ass."

Draco started to laugh.

"What, what? I'm just warning you. I'll hunt you down and kick your ass."

"Ok, so we're friends again?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, you won't believe what Hermione's best friend just told me…"

I woke with a start, glad it hadn't happened after all.

It was the day we were to break into the Ministry. I almost fell asleep right back in the shower and the pair were evidently disgruntled as I sashayed in. "Sorry I'm late, I had to pose for a Meatloaf album cover."

"No witticisms, Hermione." Harry informed me briskly. "And no trying to find Malfoy, either, when we've gotten out!" he added.

"Forget it, 'Mione." Ron assured me. "He probably Imperiused you. And now you'd idiotically gotten attached. But what's in the past is in the past."

"The past is never over. The past goes always with you." I said calmly.

"We're going to Apparate, Hermione now, okay?"

And so we did.

We used to love one another. I thought dizzily.

"I enjoy liking you. Even if you were to never reciprocate, and even if I had to deal with the constant pain of knowing you never would, I would still not want to give up loving you." He murmured, staring at me with those grey metallic eyes of his, those warm silver eyes, had led me to just grab hold of him and kiss him with all the force I could muster on Christmas morning.

"Give to each other." I muttered now. I stunned Mafalda Hopkirk easily enough, and took on her appearance. You know, making people sick with sweets isn't my thing, but I did my best. Reminiscent

Recording notes, notes, notes, lying undercover. Was Draco my friend?

"I got you the friendship rose because I count you as a friend too, someone I can trust, and laugh with." He told me, as if it was obvious.

Or was he my foe?

"Typical Granger…not happy unless you have a book in your hands, or on your knees in front of the Weasel."

Love one another…

"I-no-not…I…"

"Rendering you incoherent am I, Granger?" he laughed softly, delighted at his success.

His cool, soft hand trailed ever closer upwards. Slowly but surely, his smooth voice wrapped itself around me enticingly, suggestively.

Live for each other…

"Hey, it's me." Harry whispered under the Cloak.

You have NO IDEA how much I jumped, seriously.

The next bit, it just happened so fast…duplicating the Horcrux, getting out of the Ministry, in that enclosed space…

And then what do I find?

A bloody great gash in Ron.

I bet it's me that has to deal with that, and all.

(Oh myy. Can't believe I haven't updated in so long. It's because of several things. School, Year Eleven is not fun, hormonal stresses—by that I mean BOYS with all their effing testosterone – and also the fact that I could be spending a weekend in Amsterdam this year. Forgive me! Please. I promise I'll improve, 'cuz I know this chapter wasn't the best. Love you all, review and suchlike xxx IAAU)