Disclaimer: I do not own anything, only the plot (if you can realize that there is a plot). Everything else is owned by the brilliant JK Rowling. The first word(s) of every chapter came from the first stanza of the song "Until We Bleed", sang by Lykke Li and done by Andrea Kleerup.

Author's Note: A huge thanks to Ms. BeneHime1124 for that awesome review. Thanks as well to the people who put this fic in their story alerts. :D Again, this fiction is entirely descriptive and highly vague, blah blah blah, I'm afraid I will fail your wants in a fan fiction...blah blah...a bit OOC. Still, reviewing will be highly appreciated! The last chapter was Draco having troubles with Astoria (and longing for Hermione, hihi). This is another Hermione chapter, this time having problems with Ron and a secret. Enjoy. :)

I'm stupid.

Hermione thought to herself one Sunday Morning, looking at Ron practically snoring himself to oblivion beside her. They fought the night before about the news article of Ron seen out and about the streets of Scotland. In the moving pictures of the newspaper, he was wrapped around the arms of Cho Chang, their previous Hogwarts schoolmate and supposed ex-girlfriend of their best friend. Shouting and breaking of glass was heard a hundred feet away from their apartment in Lee, London, as they were at each others' throats fighting about this latest situation. It was their worst fight ever as it was the most publicized affair of Ron in the history of their relationship and was shared with someone who he shouldn't have even thought to do it with. The worst of it was Ron wasn't sorry and felt that he was misunderstood; trying to fool Hermione into thinking that all were just rumors. But Hermione knew it happened, the pictures said it all. He was holding her hand, she was kissing his neck; it didn't look like a lunch date at all. All the while, Hermione felt under-estimated as to Ron would believe that he had what it takes to fool her again.

In their fights, one thing always had its way of stopping it. Hermione and Ron shared a night of loud and violent shag. They would push each other to their limits, slap each other while thrusting into each others' hips, bite each others' lips while cursing each other with the foulest of words, push each other while wrestling for the top position. After all that, they would wake up the next morning like nothing happened. That's how they were; it wasn't what Hermione hoped for when she started falling in love and dating Ron, but she knew it was the only thing that could keep them together somehow. She felt horrible every time they did it, so she would pray every time that this would be the last one and that Ron would change back to the man he fell for. To her disappointment, it wasn't happening for the past six months.

An owl found its way into their room as the window was broken open. It had a small scroll on its foot, tied with a red ribbon. Hermione took the small piece of paper from the white feathered friend and sighed at the name signed below it. She charmed all the broken things in their apartment as she read the rest of what was on the small parchment.

Hermione,

I need to talk to you. Florance's Place, 11am.

-Harry

She set the owl out the window without a reply. He knew she would come, even if she didn't want to. It's been a while since they last saw each other as Hermione and Ron wouldn't go out with Harry and the rest of the Weasleys as much; they didn't like the criticizing eyes of their friends, mostly due to how Ron always cheated on her and Hermione would always forgive him. Also with the wedding planning of Harry and Ginny's nuptials, even though she was a bridesmaid, Hermione tried her best to lay low as all the news people would be there. Luckily Ginny understood her since Ginny wasn't fond of the cameras flashing either, but she had no choice seeing that she was marrying the hero everyone wants a piece of. Ginny was just happy that Harry never got his head caught up in the fiasco, unlike her brother. Harry was still himself, the caring and compassionate one.

She stepped in the shower and rinsed her hair with her favorite apple scented shampoo. As her nose was filled with the familiar smell, she heard a voice at the back of her head moan about how it smelled great. It was Draco's voice she heard as she scrubbed her body with bathing gel. She would hear him groan as her hands made their way to her breasts. With her eyes closed, she imagined Draco being in front of her, delighted at the sight of her naked body. She felt her breaths sharpen as one hand was pinching a nipple and the other unconsciously going to her core. However, she stopped as she heard Ron calling her name outside the bathroom, interrupting her fantasy. She quickly rinsed herself as Ron asked her to come down and eat the breakfast he made for her. In her towel, she opened the door and kissed her fiancé good morning.

After breakfast, Hermione excused herself to get dressed, as she was still wearing just a towel. Ron gave her a childish grin as he took another bite of his Belgian waffles. She went up to their room and went into her separate closet room. She chose a low cut, bright yellow floral dress she had never worn before, going for a jolly happy look to see Harry. She wanted to give Harry the impression that everything's fine and all he needed to worry about is his upcoming wedding. She put on her brown flip-flops and headed to the bathroom to fix her wet hair. She put on her scarlet red lipstick to match her pale skin and concealed light visible red lines on her face from last night with a glamour charm. She practiced smiling at the mirror, making sure she looked good for her friend so he wouldn't feel the need to help her in any way.

Checking the time, it was almost 10:45 am when she decided to finally leave the house. She asked Ron if there's anything he wanted as she was going to the market on her way back. In expectation, he asked for chicken and pork as they were running out of meat in their refrigerator. They embraced each other as she went out the front door.

Walking along the park on her way to Florance's Place, she saw two little children running around the park, probably playing tag, and a couple watching their kids in that happy state. She stopped for a while to imagine her and Ron doing the same thing in five years time, sitting on a picnic blanket while their children feed the ducks bread at the pond. She took a deep breath, holding that thought in her head as she continued on her way to her destination. She didn't have a specific look on her face, as the thought was just merely a thought; it wasn't her expectations of their future as parents, as husband and wife, it was just a thought that popped to her head. She finally reached Florance's after 10 minutes of walking.

As expected, Harry was already there waiting. Sitting outside the café, Harry waved hello while Hermione was crossing the street. They shared a friendly embrace and asked each other how the other was doing. Hermione missed Harry's company, he always had his way of making Hermione at ease and comfortable. Being friends for a long time and being together while looking for the Horcruxes and figuring out how to defeat Voldemort, they became more than just best friends, more than a shoulder to cry on, a friend to count on, and a sibling they wished they had. Hermione asked about how the wedding planning was going and Harry answered that he almost had nothing to do with it anymore since Molly just took the thing off his plate. They laughed at how silly the plans made were, but Harry still expressed his gratitude to Molly for being a great mother to Ginny.

"Look, you're probably wondering why I asked you to meet me." Harry said after taking a sip of his hot coffee.

"Not really, but now that you mentioned it, why did you wanted to see me?" she said as bubbly as she could, showing that she had no idea what Harry was on about. Partly, it was true; it could be anything. There was so much going on with Hermione like work, not being around for gatherings, and Ron's recent fling with Cho Chang.

"It's about Ron."

"Look, Harry, I'm really sorry you had to see Ron like that, especially since you just knew about it in the papers. We talked about it last night and… believe me, he had no idea what he was doing, he and Cho were drunk. You know what happens when people get drunk like that, right?" Hermione explained, almost sounding scripted as she composed this sentence the moment she saw the news, knowing that one of the coming days, someone would ask about it. It was an absolute lie, which sadly Harry knew. "He promised he won't do it again…"

"What are you saying?" Hermione blinked in surprise, seeing Harry bewildered by Hermione's recent explanation. "'Mione, you may have been better in lying now, but I know what happened that day with Cho. I was with Ron in Scotland. It was my bachelor party, which we didn't have the chance to tell you about since you were with your parents. We thought it would be okay with you." Harry said, apologetic. Hermione blinked a few more times, starting to process everything that Harry said. Ron was telling the truth?

"We ran into Cho the first day we arrived, and she wanted to catch up. I didn't mind since we were through, and I'm getting married. Then, she went up to Ron, being friendly and asking about how he was. I didn't think that they would hit it off. The next thing I knew, Ron was knocking at my door, asking for help. He said that he cheated again, but he didn't want to. It was just that he felt inferior to you and being with other women, he felt like a man. I don't know if Ron ever told you this they way you want him to, but he loves you, he just can't help himself because he feels small."

For the first time in a while, Hermione felt dense, ashamed, and guilty. She realized just then that she never tried to solve the problem, that's why they were both miserable. She wanted to blame Ron, but she couldn't do it knowing that it was her fault why he was like that in the first place. It wasn't him being controversial for the world to click their cameras at him; it was her being self-centered and revengeful. She felt a hand hold hers, stroking the back of her hand with its thumb.

"You just need to talk about it, because after the moment you knew about him cheating, it felt to him like you were just staying in the relationship because you want him to feel guilty because you were still there, not bothering to talk things through and letting him off the hook the next morning."

"Harry, I don't know what to say," she said, looking at her tea. "I didn't know."

"He needs you. He's scared that you might leave him any time because he knows you can. If you still want him, Hermione, then you should fix this," he advised. He let go of her hand, taking another sip of his tea. He paused for a second, taking him a while before he continued, "But if not, you should just let each other go, save each other the tears."

"Why would you be under the impression that I don't love him anymore?" she sipped her tea, trying to cover her face that can no longer cover her insecurities about their present relationship.

"I just feel it. Besides Ron, I know you more than anyone. I mean, you're always out of reach. And if I didn't know you better, I'd think you're having an affair." He said, jokingly. He didn't know how much truth that sentence had it in. She wouldn't believe it herself, but she was having an affair.

She placed the cup back on the table, suddenly staring at left-over residue in it. She looked at Harry with an assuring smile, praying to God that he would buy it. It wasn't hard to make Harry believe that she didn't have a lover. No one would believe it even there were possible evidences already in front of them. She felt bad about lying this time, after what Harry just said about Ron wanting to redeem himself. Fidgety, she played with her engagement ring.

"I know better than to cheat on Ron. I know how it feels to be cheated on, and I love Ron, even if he did it more than once, I wouldn't dare do such thing."

What a great lie, Granger. She heard Draco say in the back of her head again. She flinched slightly, hearing her lover's voice in front of a friend innocent of the love game she started. She looked at her back to see Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy across the street, on their way to Florance's Place.

Author's Note: Sorry about the "hanging" type of endings I do with my work. I kind of went with that type of story structure, just to keep the readers confused and imaginative. And yes, Draco's already married at this point. They were still on with their affair even after Draco married. I'll tell why in the next chapter, but I'm sure you know why already.. ;) Thanks for reading! Your thoughts? Review! :)