After they ate lunch Chris, Anne, and Mike left to go back to the Hotel. They waved at Ron to come with him but he dismissed them with a wave of his hand. "I think I'll just take a walk with Hermione," he said, grinning at Hermione.

They started off. Not knowing quite where they were going, they just strolled down the street. "So Ron, where have you been for the past 5 years?" Hermione asked.

"Well, the first place I went after I left was Scotland. There's a broom- inventing plant there," Ron answered.

"I thought this was what you wanted, you know, singing," Hermione exclaimed.

"No, this is just something that I decided to do for fun. I met Chris while I was in Scotland and we went to America together where we met Mike and Anne. We just started tinkering around, writing and singing music; after about the first month, we performed in Anne's uncle's club. We only play a little bit, you know, a performance there, another one here. We haven't even put out a CD!" Ron laughed.

"So how did the broom thing go?" she asked.

"Well, I do have a broom on the market. You probably don't know it and I didn't sign my own name on it. It's just under R.L.W. so not even my own family would know."

"Wow Ron, so isn't that what you wanted, couldn't you have come home then?" she asked, earnestly.

"No, that was just a year ago when it came on the market, and that's just a step in the right direction anyway."

"Why can't you just come home and do your research here! Surely there's a plant here."

"Hermione, you wouldn't understand. I can't come home. I shouldn't even be talking to you. After this day I won't even be here in England anymore. I will not stop now, not when I'm so far!"

"Aren't you going to visit your family? They've been worried sick since you left. You probably don't even know that Ginny and Harry are married; you've missed so much. You have to stay! Something must have brought you here and I know what it was; you wanted to see everybody! You wanted to come back."

"I came back here, to England, because my friends thought it would be "jolly good" to come back to the place I grew up. I didn't want to come back, and if I had know you would have acted like this I would have just gone back to the Hotel." Ron shot back savagely.

"I'm telling your mother, we'll find you this time, I promise you that." With that Hermione stalked off, leaving Ron standing in front of an Ice Cream Parlor.

Hermione rushed to the Leaky Cauldron and hurried inside. She promptly aparated to the Burrow. She wasn't going to let Ron get away this time.

Ron hailed a taxi and drove to the Hotel. He went up to his room and found Chris sitting on the bed. "So, how'd it go with your little girlfriend?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't want to talk about it. I'm going back to New York, tonight if I can. Would you get out so I can pack?" Ron said in a deadly whisper, his ears turning bright red.

"What happened Ron?" Chris asked sounding concerned. "Oh, I know what she did, she tried to get you to come back didn't she. Well, what did you say?"

"I said no! I can't go back now. Now she's going to try and track me down, I knew going with her was a bad idea. She told me my best friend is married to my baby sister! Harry better be happy that I was away," Ron started ranting.

"I'll call the airline, bump up your flight, it shouldn't be hard. Take care Ron, and just know, I think that you could go back now." Chris left the room and allowed Ron to pack. Ron started throwing cloths and toiletries half-hazzardly into his trunk. The back of his neck was glowing like Rudolf's nose.

"You actually saw Ron?" Mrs. Weasley asked excitedly.

"Yes, I'm not letting him get away this time." Hermione said savagely, getting up off the couch.

"Oh dear, do you even know at what Hotel he was staying?" Mrs. Weasley questioned.

"No, but he can't have gone that far." Hermione swept out of the room, fully set on finding Ron and giving him a piece of her mind. "I'll send word if I find him today," she finished with a wave of her hand at Mrs. Weasley.

She didn't know what she was doing so she just walked out of Ottery St. Catchpole. Then an idea struck her. He'd be leaving for America, early, by her calculations. After seeing her, he probably went back to the Hotel in a hiss and packed his bags to leave early. She couldn't very well apparate to the airport but she could hail the Knight Bus. She put out her wand hand and waited at the curb. The big bus appeared in front of her and she climbed in. "London Airport please," she said. (A/N- I don't know what the airport in London is seeing as I don't live there).

When they got out she practically threw her fare in the tin and jumped out. Luckily, no one noticed her just "appearing" out of nowhere so she dove in. She craned her neck to spot a shock of Weasley red above the crowd. Suddenly, the intercom blared: "Flight to New York leaves in 5 minutes, 5 minutes till America flight. Gate number 27." She dashed off, getting through the mettle-detectors without exertion then she sprinted to the 20's. She whirled past gates: 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, and 26, before she reached 27. She saw Ron in the line and breathed a sigh of relief. She ran up to him and grabbed him, pulling him out of the line.

"Ronald Arthur Weasley, you are NOT getting on the plane. You are coming home with me! I can't believe you'd dessert us like that, what kind of friend are you?"

"I'm the kind of friend that stood by and supported Harry through everything. The kind of friend that cheered for you when you won that Spelling competition in 6th year, the one that went out at all hours of the night and helped Harry practice; though he forgot a lot of the time that I too was on the team. The kind of friend that apparently did not need to have any real talent except bravery, and loyalty, just enough so that you weren't totally uninterested with me. Hermione, why can't you just support me in this? I've found my knitch Herm, I belong for once in my life!" Ron said, seemingly near tears.

"Ron, we miss you! Why wasn't it enough that you were brave and loyal? You could have been an auror with me or a teacher with Harry!" she pleaded.

"Mr. Weasley, the plane is leaving," the stewardess said, extending her hand for the ticket. Ron hoisted his travel bag on arm and gave her the ticket.

"Please understand Hermione, I have to do this," he whispered, walking away once more.

Hermione stood, tears dripping down her face, watching him walk away. Why was she so selfish? He had supported her and Harry through everything. Why couldn't they support him in what he wanted? But then she remembered, she missed him, and she loved him.