Hey I hope you all enjoyed my last chapter! You'll find that this chapter is very similar to the movie (I had full dialogue that I copied straight from the movie). You know the drill—please read and respond! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Rose

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Chapter Six

Hermione stood in front of a full-length mirror. A house elf was tying her corset. She heard a door to her bedroom open. Looking into her mirror, she saw her mother walk in through the door.

"Can you get us some tea?" Mrs. Granger asked the house elf.

"Yes, of course," the house elf replied politely, despite Mrs. Granger's tone. The house elf left, leaving Hermione and her mother alone in the room. Mrs. Granger began tying the corset where the house elf had left off; only she tied it much tighter than the elf had.

"I don't ever want to see you with that boy again. Do you hear me Hermione?" Mrs. Granger asked her daughter. "Hermione?" she asked again to get a response.

"Oh stop it mother, you'll give your self a nosebleed," Hermione responded quietly, yet tartly. Mrs. Granger sharply pulled her daughter around so that they were face to face.

"Hermione, you're lucky that the only person that saw you dancing with that boy is one of our house elves that took a wrong turn looking for our room. There's no telling who could see you and that boy next time. Do you know how catastrophic it would have been if a newspaper reporter had seen you? Couldn't you see the titles already? 'Viktor Krum's first class fiancée caught dancing with a third class boy'."

Hermione turned around again to face the mirror. She knew her mother was right. As much as it killed her inside, she knew that she could never see or talk to Ron again. Her safe, boring life in first class was much better than what she would have if she continued seeing Ron.

"Good morning, Mr., Johnson," Ron said to one of the more polite first-class men he had eaten with the night before.

"Good morning Ronald," he replied in a friendly way. He was standing on the stairs looking at a piece of paper. Ron continued down the stairs, looking down at the double doors leading to the first class chapel. Ron saw that there were two security guards standing outside of the room, making sure that no people outside of first class got into the chapel. Ron walked up to the doors, when one of the men blocked him.

"Sir, I'm afraid you can't come through here," he said.

"But I was here last night, don't you remember me?" Ron asked.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't," the other guard said. Just then, the doors opened and out came one of the men he ate with the previous night.

"Mr. Krum and Ms. Granger are grateful for your assistance two nights ago, but would like to remind you that you hold a third class ticket and your assistance is no longer necessary, nor appropriate," he said, giving Ron ten galleons.

"No, I don't need your charity. I just need to talk to Hermione for one second, please," Ron begged.

"Gentlemen, please help Mr. Weasley return to his room." One of the guards grabbed Ron's arm and escorted him back to his room.

"Excuse Mr. Johnson. I did the sum in my head, but it seems that there are not enough lifeboats to hold everyone on board," Hermione pointed out.

"You don't miss a thing, do you Hermione?" he asked her. "While we were designing the ship, I suggested that we add an extra row of lifeboats over there, but some thought it would make the deck look too cluttered, so my idea was rejected."

"It's a waste of deck space as it is on an unsinkable ship," Viktor said.

"Sleep soundly, young Hermione, I have built you a strong ship," Mr. Johnson told her, ignoring Viktor's remark.

Hermione continued walking behind her mother who was talking to Viktor and Mr. Johnson about the wedding. Hermione looked over the side of the ship and sighed. Just as she did, a tall man who was wearing a heavy coat pulled her into an empty room.

"Ron, no. This is impossible. I can't see you." Hermione said to him once they were in the room with the door shut. She made to exit, but Ron stopped her against a wall but the door.

"Ron, I'm marrying Viktor. I love Viktor."

"Hermione, you're no picnic. You're a spoiled little brat even. But below that, you're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl—woman I've ever met," Ron said.

"Ron, I—" Hermione began to go toward the door again. Ron stopped her and said,

"Hermione, let me try to get this out, you're amaz—" he said, then paused. "Look, I'm not an idiot. I know how the world works. I've got ten sickles in my pocket and nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump I jump, remember? I'm not going away until I know you'll be alright."

"Well I'm fine. I'll be fine, really."

"Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped Hermione. And you're going to die if you don't break free. Maybe now right away because you're strong, but sooner or later, that fire that I love about you, that fire is going to burn out."

"It's not up to you to save me Ron."

"You're right. Only you can do that."

Through tear-filled eyes, Hermione managed to say, "I'm going back, leave me alone." Hermione left the room and this time Ron didn't try to stop her.

Hermione sat next to her mother at their lunch table, listening to her go on about what a burden Hermione had been for the planning of the wedding.

"The bridesmaids dresses had to be sent back—twice," she said. All the women made small gasps and shocked expressions. Hermione had been listening the whole time, until something caught her attention and she slowly began to zone out of the conversation.

What she saw was a well-dressed first class girl. She was about five and was gracefully putting a silk napkin on her lap. Hermione kept watching the little girl, seeing something familiar about her. Then she realized it—the little girl was her. She knew inside that she would always be that same little girl, only a little older if she didn't listen to Ron and break free while she still had the chance.