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“Where’s Ron?” Harry looked up to see Hermione sit down. He pointed to the Great Hall door, his mouth stuffed. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to Ginny who looked equally disgusted.

“He’s outside, Hermione.” Hermione frowned.

“Did he have breakfast?” Harry had swallowed his food and was rolling his eyes.

“Trust you to worry about what he eats.” Hermione gave him a distasteful look.

“Well, I don’t have to worry about what you eat… just how much you show what you eat…” With that she got up, grabbed two muffins and left the Hall. Ginny smiled and continued to eat.









When Hermione went outside the wind hit her. She pulled her cloak more tightly around her and searched for Ron. He was standing by the lake, his scarf flapping around with his hair. She walked up beside him.

“Hey.” He glanced over to her and smiled.

“What are you doing out here?” She smiled back.

“I could ask you the same thing…” He looked back to the lake.

“Just enjoying the breeze…” His tone hinted a bit of remorse. She frowned slightly.

“Ron…”

“Hmmm…”

“What… What was Azkaban like?” Ron froze, before looking at her with those piercing blue eyes that made her insides melt.

“I can’t describe Azkaban…” She blushed, though it was hard to tell with her already red cheeks from the wind. She touched his arm.

“You should have told us…” Ron snorted.

“What? And have Harry storm into the Minister’s office and demand to have me released? You and Harry have enough to worry about… with your parents and Harry’s safety, I didn’t want to add to that pile.” She raised her hand and pushed his face to see her.

“I was worried…” He stared at her, his hand reaching up and covering her smaller one.

“You’re cold…” She couldn’t pull away from his gaze. She smiled.

“That can be changed.” He pulled her closer and their lips were almost touching.

“Ron Weasley! Harry said you were out here!” Hermione yanked away to see Denis Creevy running down the slope to them. Ron glanced at her to find her avoiding his gaze. He looked back to the short boy.

“What do you want Denis?” The small boy came to a halt, gasping for breath.

“I wanted to talk to you…” his eyes finally shifted to the embarrassed Hermione. His eyes went between the two and his eyes bulged. “I mean… if you’re not busy… I didn’t mean to cut in.” Hermione’s head suddenly jerked up.

“No!” She looked just as shocked from her outburst as Ron did. She calmed down. “No… I was… just leaving.” Ron grabbed her hand.

“You don’t have to leave,” he whispered softly. She gave him a ghostly smile and shook her head.

“Denis needs to talk to you… besides. I need to make sure that Harry gets his Potions essay right before Snape gives him detention.” With that she started up the incline, not looking back. Ron watched until she disappeared behind the colossal doors of Hogwarts. He turned back to the excited Creevy boy.

“Well… what do you need?”








“Hey Harry.” He looked up to see three sixth year girls pass by giggling and waving. He smiled politely and turned back to his dinner.

“My, my… you’ve turned into quite the eligible bachelor, Mr. Potter.” Harry turned around to find Ginny, grinning. She sat down beside him.

“It’s not funny.” 

Ginny looked surprised.

“I thought any guy would like the attention of the younger ladies.” 

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m not Malfoy…” 

Ginny smiled. “No… I suppose you’re not, though if you dyed your hair-“

“Ginny!” 

She burst out laughing. “It was just a suggestion… and besides, you’re much hotter than Malfoy could ever…” She clamped her hand over her mouth, closed her eyes and swore. Harry stared at her strangely. She blushed furiously and looked down at her food. Fortunately, Hermione showed up.

“Good evening,” she said as she sat down. After taking stock of the situation she smiled. “What did I miss?”

“Nothing! You didn’t miss anything.” Ginny blurted before quieting and resumed staring at her vegetables. Harry looked over to the empty spot between Hermione and Seamus.

“Where’s Ron?” 

Seamus turned from his conversation with Dean. “Ron? He said to tell you that he’d be late.”

“Did he say why?” Harry asked. 

Seamus shrugged. “Said that that Creevy boy, what’s his face?”

“Colin?” Ginny offered. He shook his head.

“No, the other one.”

“Denis.” Hermione said. Seamus nodded.

“Yeah, that’s him. Ron said that Denis had some questions for him and that he’d be late.” 

Harry shrugged and went back to his food. They were all talking when the door opened and Madame Pomfrey entered, looking distressed. She hurried over to Dumbledore and began to whisper urgently to him. Dumbledore stood immediately and followed the woman out of the Great Hall. Dean leaned in.

“What do you think happened?” Before anyone could answer, Dumbledore came back in, looking grave.

“All students are to go immediately to their common rooms immediately. Any student found outside of their dorms will be dealt with appropriately.” 

Hermione looked over to Harry. Ron? She mouthed. 

Harry shook his head disbelievingly. As they exited the Hall, Harry pulled Hermione away from the crowd and led her down the hall. He walked for a moment then stopped in front of a tapestry.

“We need to find Ron.” Hermione frowned.

“You don’t think…” Harry shook his head.

“No I don’t think anything. I just want to know where the hell he is.” Hermione looked down the hall and then back at Harry. She nodded. Just then Harry paused.

“What?” Hermione asked. He held up a hand and listened. Then suddenly he grabbed her and pulled her behind the tapestry. That’s when Hermione heard the voices.

“They couldn’t put it out.”

"Is that even possible Albus?" Harry down at Hermione. She looked scared. She scooted closer to him and they continued to listen.

"I've never heard of something like this happening before," Snape drawled. They heard Dumbledore sigh.

"Neither have I."

"Albus... where's the child?"

"Denis Creevy was sent to St. Mungos."

"What happened?" There was a pause.

"He... he burst into flames..." Hermione couldn’t help but gasp. Harry grabbed her and placed his hand over her mouth. But it was to late. The tapestry was pulled back and Snape was revealed glaring at them.

“Out. Now.” 

The two stepped out and faced the teachers. Standing before them was Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, Snape and Madame Pomfrey. Hermione shifted uncomfortable.

“You’re going to expel us aren’t you?” 

Dumbledore frowned. “No… I’m not going to expel you. Actually, Hermione, I was trying to find you two.” He turned around and began to walk away. “Follow me.” They all moved down the hall and up to Dumbledore’s office. Upon entering, they found Ron standing there.

“Ron!” Hermione gasped. She ran over to him. Taking hold off his hand she looked at him.

“What happened?” 

Ron remained quiet, nodding to Harry in acknowledgement. Dumbledore sat down heavily in his seat and looked the trio over quietly. McGonagall was the one who spoke.

“This is a bad mess you’ve got yourself in Mr. Weasley.” Hermione turned to Ron, questioningly. Ron stepped forward, frustration coursing on his face.

“I didn’t do anything!” 

Snape sneered. “You were the only one with Creevy when it happened. Who else could it possibly be?” Ron reared up to his full height of six two. His eyes level with Snape.

“You think I set Denis on fire.” It more of a statement than a question. Snape smirked.

“I know you did.” 

Ron started for him when Harry grabbed him and pulled him back. “He’s not worth it Ron.” Ron glared at Snape as he was pulled back. McGonagall stepped in.

“Mr. Weasley, respect! You will not treat your teachers that way. Now… Albus, what are we supposed to do?” Dumbledore stood slowly. He was silent for a while.

“Ron… Nothing will happen yet. But I suggest that you be much more careful.” Ron nodded. With that said, Dumbledore released the three. They were silent for a while until Hermione couldn’t stand it.

“Ron, what happened?” 

Ron stopped. He turned around and faced the two. “I… I don’t know what happened…” Hermione touched his hand.

“Please…” He looked at her and then leaned against the wall.

“We were talking and then he asked some questions…” he stopped and reddened slightly. Harry frowned.

“What did he ask?” Ron looked down the hall.

“Nothing… just some personal questions,” he said, hastily. He sighed. “I don’t know… One minute he’s getting on my nerves and the next minute he’s… he’s…”

“On fire,” Harry finished. Ron nodded.

“Yeah… on fire.”









“Hey, Gin.” Ginny looked up and smiled. She scooted over and let Harry sit.

“Hey.” She watched as he took out his homework. She observed his face for a minute.

“Are you ok?” she asked. He looked up.

“I’m fine… We have a game tomorrow…” She smiled.

“I know.” He smiled also and turned back to his homework. Just then Hermione burst in.

“Where’s Ron?” Harry pointed to the boy’s dormitory.

“Why?” Hermione headed for the stairs.

“Never mind why.” With that said she disappeared up the staircase. Harry turned to Ginny.

“What do you think she wants with Ron?” He asked as he finally started his essay. Ginny smiled and shrugged.

“Whatever it is, she seemed to want to see him fast.” They both broke out in grins and went back to their work.









“Ronald Weasley, the next time you…” Hermione stopped in mid sentence just as Ron turned around, surprised. He was standing there with no shirt on and Hermione was staring at the burn. It scared her. It was an acidy green color with black in the middle. Entranced, Hermione moved closer, not taking her eyes off of his chest. When she finally arrived to him, she reached out and touched the wound, ignoring his questioning gaze and sudden intake of air when she had touched him. Hermione let her fingertips trail over his skin, taking in the fullness of how much the fire had damaged him. Ron watched her carefully as her fingers left his chest and traveled to his arms.

“The brains…” she murmured. Ron nodded. The scars from the brain attack were still there. Ron didn’t know how long he could stand it. Hermione was basically pawing at him and all he could do was stand there like an idiot. Just the fact that she was touching him made his skin itch for more, but there was something else. Something unlike him that wanted her; needed her. He had felt the presence before and every time he was with Hermione. He had always chosen to ignore it, but this time, she was pushing him to the limit. Her fingers were now going up his neck when he stopped her by grabbing her hand. That seemed to startle her out of her trance. She looked up at him and blushed deeply. She tried to step back but he held her close. She broke his gaze and looked down.

“Did it hurt lot?” she asked, forgetting she had asked the question before. Ron ignored the question and pulled her closer till their bodies were touching. Hermione could hear his breathing grow ragged and knew her own oxygen line was thinning. She felt Ron lean in and kiss her cheek. She closed her eyes and got a grip on his arms. His lips began to trail down her jawbone causing her to gasp. Ron let go of her hand and cupped her face with his hands, gazing into her glazed eyes. He pulled her face closer, their noses rubbing against each other, eyes closed.

“If you two are going to shag, could you please use Hermione’s private room.” Ron and Hermione jumped apart like they had been burnt and turned to see Seamus, Dean, Neville, Harry, Pravati, Lavender and Ginny standing there. Hermione’s eyes grew to the size of saucers and both her and Ron’s faces turned brighter than Ron’s hair. Hermione suddenly bolted, pushing past everyone and slamming the door behind her. She ran down the stairs and out of Gryffindor House. Hermione kept on running until her legs tired out. She stopped by a painting and leaned her back against the wall, sliding down. She covered her head with her hands.

“What am I doing?”

“Looks to me like you’re going to cry.” Hermione looked up at the painting of the old woman.

“Does it?” The woman nodded.

“What happened, Deary?” Hermione shook her head, tears starting to form.

“I don’t know… one minute I’m safe in his arms and now…” The woman saw the tears begin to fall.

“And now?” She looked up at her.

“I’m so afraid of him.” The old lady frowned.

“Why?” Hermione stood up and showed the lady her hand.

“He burned me.”

A/N:  I know that you guys have been getting a little confused with the switch from one POV to another. I have to apologize. And I know some of you were waiting for a kiss... welll... HA HA HA! You'll have to wait. (laughs evily.) I know... I'm evil... that's why you all love me:-)

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