(This is a Ron and Hermione story. They don't have magic and they are seniors in high school. Ron is the popular football quarterback who just so happens to be a man-whore. Hermione is the geeky girl. They are also not British, so they will talk like Americans. Ron and Ginny are twins! I wanted Ginny to be the same age as them.)

Hermione's POV

Harry drove Ginny and I back to the Weasley's. We figured Ron had a ride home, and I didn't really want to be in the same car as him.

Harry decided that we should all hang out, so we all just went up to Ginny's room and just talked.

"So, what are you gonna say to Ron?" Harry asked. I had told him what had happened when we were driving home. Ginny was still pissed, and honestly, I was too.

"Well, first I'm going to punch him, then I'm going to tell him to-"

"Ginny!" I exclaimed

"What?" She put on her innocent face.

"I think maybe I should talk to him by myself"

"Can I at least slap him?" I gave her a stern look, even though I was angry at Ron, doesn't mean I hate him "Fine, can you at least slap him?"

"Seriously?" I asked and Ginny smiled

"He deserves it!"

"I'll handle it" I sighed. I stood up and straightened out m shirt "I'm gonna go out back. I need some fresh air" They started to stand up "Alone, please"

"It's raining" Harry said

"I'll grab a sweat shirt" I walked out of her room and then over to Ron's room. I walk in and sigh. I grab Ron's sweatshirt that is technically mine now, and pull it over my head. Ron may have said those things, but I still love him.

I look over at my suitcase and then grab my IPod that's inside of it. I slip the IPod into my pocket.

I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen and then out the backdoor that was located in her kitchen.

I closed the door behind me and pulled my hood over my head. I walked down the three steps that were outside the backdoor.

As the rain pounds on my head, I think of the night when my parents kicked me out.

I sigh and I take my IPod out of my pocket and put it under my sweatshirt, so it won't get wet. I place my earphones in and I pick my favorite song.

The lyrics start and I sing along.

I know I can't take one more step towards you
Cause all that's waiting is regret

Nobody really knew, except for Harry and Ginny, that I'm actually a good singer.

And don't you know
I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

Ron's face popped into my head as I sang. I know Ginny wants me to never forgive him, but honestly, if he came up to me and explained and then apologized, I would probably forgive him

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars
Collecting you're jar of hearts
And tearing love apart

By now, I was just walking around the yard. I walked over to the big tree sitting in the middle of the yard. We all used to climb the tree, seeing who could get up the highest.

You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me

Who do you think you are?

I leaned against the tree and tear ran down my cheek. Any one standing by would just think it was the rain and look away, but I knew I was crying.

I stopped singing. I sank down into the soaked grass and bring my knees up to my chest. I wrap my arms around my legs and bury my face into my knees.

I lifted my face a little and saw shoes walking up to me. My head snapped up and I immediately wanted to look back down.

I pulled out IPod and hovered over it so it wouldn't get wet. I turned up the volume so I couldn't hear anything but the melody playing. I quickly wiped at my tears and I pushed myself off the ground. I took in a deep breath and walked back to the backdoor. I yanked it open and ran up to Ron's room.

I pushed the door open and yanked out my earphones and turn off my IPod. I wrapped my earphones around my IPod and put my IPod back into my suitcase.

I hear footsteps and then suddenly Ron's in the room as well.

"What the hell are you doing out in the pouring rain?" He exclaimed

I ignored him. I stood there and let the water from my wet clothes drip onto the carpet.

"'Mione! You need to change your clothes!" Ron shouted

He was concerned. It was etched on his face and I almost threw myself into his arms then.

He groaned in frustration and then walked over to my suitcase. He unzipped it and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt from it. He threw them on the bed and pointed at them "Please put them on" He implored. He truly cared.

I shook my head. I really wanted to change, because I was now shivering, but I'm stubborn and I want him to apologize without me having to tell him to.

"Hermione, please! I know you are mad at me, but I don't want you to get sick!" Ron exclaimed, resting his hands on my shoulders. I shrug his hands off and cross my arms over my chest."Please, I'm sorry, I'll explain after you change." He looked into my eyes, and I caved. I picked up the clothes and walked down to the bathroom. I peeled off my wet clothes and put on my clean ones. I sighed as all of the coldness had been removed. I looked at myself in the mirror and I had to admit, I looked horrible. My hair dripped onto my warm clothes so I grabbed it and started to wring it. I then put it in a messy bun.

"What are you doing here?" I hear Ron scream. I open the door and run to his room. He's not there. "Leave!" I hear him shout again and I run downstairs. I see the front door is open and he is standing in front of it. I walk over to him and grab his arm, trying to calm him. I looked at the person on the other side of the door.

I gasped. "What are you doing here?"