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Adventures.

Blurb …

Every weekend they would go on an adventure. "The mer-people have stolen the most important thing in the world to you. What did they take?" "… you." :RHr takes place during an AU postDH:

Note: This story takes place in an AU after the end of the war. Ron never met Hermione and Harry on that first day of Hogwarts and was never friends with them. Voldemort took over, but Harry and Hermione never went through the crazy adventures they went on in the books. There was a final battle, but no Horcruxes to destroy, Philosopher's Stone to save, Basilisk to fight, Time-travel, Triwizard Tournament, Battle at the Ministry, or getting the locket. Just Voldemort to kill. All in all, a rather boring version of HP that takes a really long while.

This takes place the summer after the war ended.

This story is dedicated to Emily and Catie, simply because they are my awesome family. Love you guys. xox

Part One: Adventure on your doorstep

Ron snorted at the sight of her.

The girl was sat, legs stretched out in the middle of the aisle between bookshelves, a large book propped open on her knees. With one hand holding open the book and the other fisted in her hair, she looked so comfortable that Ron almost didn't want to disturb her.

Almost.

"Y'know you're supposed to buy the books before reading them," he said, startling her. "You might want to try a library …?"

The girl's head snapped up. "Yes – no – I'm sorry!" The girl heaved herself quickly upright, carrying the book with her. "I was going to buy it, I just wanted to read the first page first and – well … I got distracted …"

"I can tell," he answered, though he grinned. "My boss sent me over here to either make you buy the book or kick you out."

"I'm so sorry!" she said again, biting her lip. "I'll buy it, I was going to anyway!"

Ron almost laughed at her expression, but he had a feeling that she wouldn't appreciate that. Instead, he just sold the book to her and watched as she left Flourish and Blotts for Diagon Alley.

He wondered why she looked so familiar.

Exactly a week later, he saw her again.

This time, she was standing at the back of Flourish and Blotts, reading a comic book, The Adventures of Amelia the Animagus.

"Excuse me, what did I tell you about reading in the store?" he said before she jumped, turned and saw him. This time, she was the one who grinned.

"Had to pick up this one," she said, gesturing. "Best comic book out there."

Ron found himself blinking. "You're not serious?" he said, scoffing at her. "Amelia the Animagus?"

"What's wrong with Amelia? It is!" she countered.

Ron simply snorted at that. "Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle," he said, picking up a bright orange comic from the stand in front of them. "Now that there is the best comic book in the world."

The girl raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" she said, folding her arms. "Please explain to me how a comic book about a Muggle getting into crazy situations and always having to be saved by a wizard is a good story?"

Ron gaped for a few moments. "Er … it just is?"

"Oh, brilliant argument!" she said, sarcastically. "'It just is', I applaud you on that."

"Congratulations, that was an excellent display of sarcasm, my sister didn't happen to teach you, did she?" Ron asked.

"Oh ha, ha," The girl rolled her eyes. "I'll have you know that I've always been gifted in the art of sarcasm. Not that I don't love having to explain this to a bloke working in a bookshop."

"Oi!" Ron countered. When all the girl did was smirk at him, he continued. "All right, fine – why out of all comics, is Amelia the Animagus the best one?"

"Because," The girl shrugged. "She's a hero. She saves the world."

"Martin saves the world!"

"No, 'Martin' goes waltzing into trouble, causing a catastrophe which allows a wizard to save the world," The girl pointed out. "Amelia on the other hand, she's headstrong, does what she needs to do! She might be a witch, but she doesn't always rely on magic to fix her mistakes!"

"Bloody hell, you don't happen to be Muggle-born, do you?" Ron asked without thinking. Almost immediately, he saw the implications of such a comment on the girl's face as her smile dropped completely. "Sorry," He muttered. "I guess I don't think – forget that we've just been through a war."

"It's all right," she said, quietly. "And yes, I am Muggle-born. My name's Hermione, by the way."

"Hermione!" Ron slapped his forehead. "Of course! That's why you looked so familiar!"

"Pardon?"

"The first time you were in here, I was so sure I recognised you!" Ron said, now excited. "You were in my class at Hogwarts – holy Merlin, you're Hermione Granger, aren't you? Harry Potter's best mate?"

Just like his stupid Muggle-born comment, he could tell that simply by his enthusiasm he'd managed to piss her off again. Merlin Ron, can you stick your foot any further into your mouth, he thought, as her face went stony.

"I'll have you know that I don't just go by 'Harry Potter's best mate'," she said, scowling. "So if all you're interested in is meeting Harry or some other stupid famous thing, then you've got another thing coming."

And she turned around and stormed off up the aisle.

"No, hang on–!" Ron thanked his genes that he had long legs, since he was able to catch up to her in two strides. Grabbing her wrist holding the comic, he pulled her to a halt. "Look I'm sorry, I'm not just interested in you because you happened to save the entire world – thanks for that, by the way –" he added and he saw her eyebrows raise slightly. "I am however interested in your taste in comic books. I just happen to have no filter between my brain and my mouth. Sorry about that."

Hermione gave a slight smile before tugging her wrist back. "Well, that's slightly better. I'm sorry, I tend to leap to conclusions, especially since this war ended." They both went silent at that. The war only ended a month ago.

"Either way, what was your name?" she asked, eventually.

"Oh of course, the famous Hermione Granger can't remember the name of that red-haired kid that sat at the back of the classroom." Ron said, though he made sure to grin so she'd know he was joking. He had an inkling that he didn't want to face the wrath of Hermione Granger yet again.

"That's not fair, I told you my name!" Hermione said, frowning.

"Ah, it doesn't matter, it's not like you could guess."

"Oh, really?" Hermione eyed him now, the two still standing in the middle of an aisle at Flourish and Blotts. Outside, Diagon Alley was shining like it should during the summer. It was as if there had been no war at all. "Well, judging by the fact that you like really mediocre comic books, have red hair and work in a book shop … no, I'm sorry," She gave an apologetic smile. "Most people remember me as the girl who knows everything, but I'm afraid I can't figure this one out."

"C'mon, think like Amelia!" Ron said, not really sure why he was still prattling on like an idiot to this girl. Partly it was just to get out of working, but there was another part where he secretly thought it was because she was so interesting. She was nothing like any other girl he'd met. "What would she do?"

Hermione gave him a look. "I'm afraid I can't turn into a cat at will."

"Well yes, though I'm sure you'd make a very nice cat – all furry, a tail, but no hairballs – but that's not all Amelia would do, is it?"

"Meaning?"

"Well, like you said, she's a hero," Ron said, shrugging. "She wouldn't just sit around licking her paws, she'd get out there, find out the answer."

"You're not admitting that you've actually read the comics before, are you?" Hermione asked, almost laughing.

"Oh well …" Ron felt his ears turning red. "My sister liked to read them when we were younger. Sometimes I would, er pick them up …"

"Of course, only when you were bored, right?" Hermione said. "Well all right, I'll think like Amelia – only without the whole turning into a cat."

"Nah, save that for a Polyjuice Potion gone wrong or something."

Hermione sighed, exasperatedly. "Does no one pay attention in potions class? Polyjuice potion does not work on non-humans!"

Ron couldn't believe how happy he was when his boss sent him on his break early.

"Right, so you admit that there's a clue here in Diagon Alley?" Hermione asked as they strolled down the street. Being a Saturday, Diagon Alley was completely full of people and they often found themselves getting bumped into each other. At one point, Hermione took his hand to lead him through a particularly large group of witches cooing over a new litter of Krups at the Menagerie and Ron found himself disappointed when she let go on the other side.

"Yes, definitely," he said. "You know, I'm starting to get offended that you don't remember my name."

"Oh, that's not fair, you hardily said a word at Hogwarts!" Hermione told him, clutching the comic Ron had bought for her with his employee discount tightly to her chest.

"So you admit that you remember me?"

"Well, 'remember' is a bit of a stretch," she said with another apologetic look. "I have to admit, Harry and I kept to ourselves a bit. Got to save the world, remember."

"Yeah, but you didn't have to," Ron said to her. "That was just Harry, you didn't have to follow him."

"I didn't follow him, I was his friend!" she disagreed. "You can't just abandon your friends! I'm sure you never did!"

"I never really had many friends, to be honest." Ron admitted, taking care to stare at the ground.

He could feel Hermione looking at him and when he finally did look up, he saw her giving him a gentle smile. "Ron, I'm sure you have friends."

"Well, I do now – hang on, Ron?" he said, in shock. "How'd you figure out what my name was?"

Hermione laughed at that. "I've never seen someone's ears go that shade of red before," she pointed out and if possible, his ears went even darker. "And you led me straight to Weasley's Wizards Wheezes. Plus it helps that you forgot to take your name-badge off when you started this little game of yours."

Ron glanced down, not believing he'd been so stupid. "Ah. Shit. Guess I'm an idiot."

"You're not an idiot, you just need to remember take your name-badge off next time you try and make someone guess your name." Hermione laughed.

Ron laughed with her, despite feeling like his ears weren't going to calm down any time soon. "Well, I suppose Amelia's figured it out," he said. "What does she do now?"

Hermione smiled. "Save the world?"

They spent the rest of that Saturday running around Diagon Alley, coming up with elaborate plots as to how Amelia finding out a name would mean she needed to save the world. It ended when Ron realised that he was half an hour late for his break. He bid her goodbye with a half-hearted, "Send me an owl!"

He paused just as he was hurrying back to Flourish and Blotts. "So wait, in this amazing plot of yours, Amelia hears his name and knows that Ewan is somewhere in the castle, just waiting for her to rescue him?"

"Yes, but it doesn't go according to plan. They could have all been killed – or worse, expelled!"

He grinned.

The third time he met her, Ron couldn't believe it.

He didn't really believe he would see her again, or that she would actually send him an owl – what owl would be able to find the Burrow anyway, if it wasn't already familiar with it? He thought that if he ever did see her again, it would be with embarrassment that they ran laughing through Diagon Alley like a couple of 11-year-olds during their first adventure.

He saw her at Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour.

"Hermione–!"

"Ron!" She had flung her arms around his neck seemingly before she realised what she was doing. Or well, Ron hoped that was the case since his ever-nosy little sister was standing right next to him with a stunned expression. "It's good to see you!" Hermione added.

"Good to see you too." he muttered, ears going red again. This of course got Ginny's attention even more.

"Didn't tell me you'd met a girl, Ron," she said, smirking. "Where were you hiding this one?"

"No where." he muttered again. To his horror, Ginny introduced herself to Hermione and the two began chattering away.

"I think I remember you, you were in Dumbledore's Army, right?"

"Of course, kept it going all last year," Ginny said, her face sobering. "I know you of course, famous Hermione Granger."

Remembering his second meeting with her, Ron eyed Hermione's face with caution. "Er Ginny, remember that the famous are people too," he said. "It's not like she, I dunno, went back in time and fought a werewolf or something."

Both girls just turned to stare at him.

He shrugged. "What? It could happen."

Hermione gave him a bemused look. "Well, you might find, Ron that the truth isn't as strange as you originally think."

"Oh, really?"

"Oh yes, Amelia says so. In fact I just bought issue number twenty two–?"

"The one where Ewan sacrifices himself so Amelia can go on ahead?"

Hermione nodded eagerly. "That's it – it's absolutely brilliant! See, I told you that Amelia was the best hero ever."

Ron scoffed. "Oh please, she wasn't the hero, Ewan was the one who saved the day! Amelia would've died if it wasn't for him!"

"Well without her, there wouldn't have been an adventure, would there?"

Ginny just eyed the two with an amazed look. "Wow. Well, bye Ron, I can tell I won't be seeing you for a while," was all she said before leaving the ice cream parlour, past several bins of different flavours of ice cream. However she turned and added, "Be safe on that adventure – use protection!"

He was going to kill his sister.

While Ron was busy trying to control his blushing, he didn't even notice when Ginny walked head-long into someone, causing her to go flying backwards and knocking over a little kid in the middle of scooping out ice cream from one of the bins.

However he did notice and laughed when her elbow went straight into the butter-flavoured ice cream and the man with crazy back hair laughed.

"I like your sister," Hermione said, smiling as she waved to the black-haired man. "She's got a certain charm."

He turned to Hermione. Enough about his sister. "So what was that about an adventure?"

Their second adventure wasn't like the first. During this one, Ron learned that Hermione Granger was infuriating.

Despite the fact that Ron was supposed to be having lunch with his sister, he spent the entire day with Hermione. They explored every inch of Diagon Alley, eating ice creams and arguing over who was the better hero – Amelia the Animagus, or Ewan the simple wizard.

Their adventure led to an elaborate plot about a series of traps the two had to fight.

"They're so fluffy!" Hermione said as they paused inside the menagerie. She was currently fawning over a brown, furry puppy Ron was sure wasn't as innocent as it looked. "My friend, Hagrid has a dog. His name's Fang. Still lovely, but not nearly as fluffy."

"Fang?" Ron asked, snorting with laughter. "Sounds like a crazy mutant dog with three heads."

"Oh no, Fang's a softie," Hermione said, still petting the puppy in front of her. "But a crazy, mutant three-headed dog? Now that dog would be Fluffy …"

When they entered the apothecary, Ron got stuck when a stray plant wrapped its vines around his wrists.

"God, it's like Devil's Snare!" Hermione said, tugging at the vines, despite the fact that this soon proved to be useless. "They hold on tight and hate heat!"

"Then get a bloody fire going!"

"Oh, but there's no wood …" Hermione glanced around, trying to catch the eye of the manager.

"Wood–? Oh come on, are you a witch or not?"

Ron misplacing his keys and being unable to get into the backroom of Flourish and Blotts for his shift led to them discussing the pros of flying keys that would simply follow them around ("That would be hard to catch …", "Not if you had a broom!").

She stuck around while he worked, half the time reading the books (he refrained himself from telling her off) and the other half irritating the hell out of him by tagging along after him, spouting off other aspects of their adventure, surrounded by the books ("What if we had to read a certain book and only that book would allow us to move forward? Except you only get one choice!", "Are you hearing yourself? It sounds like you're being poisoned!"). More than once he told her to shut it and he came to the conclusion that Hermione Ganger was the most annoying person he'd ever met.

However, when he finally finished his shift and she took his hand, leading them back to their adventure, he found that he'd never had a better day in his life.

That was how they spent the last few weeks of May.

They swapped addresses and Ron prayed that his stupid owl, Pig, would find her. She even gave him something she called a 'mobile number', but reassured him that he probably shouldn't use it unless he had to (he was relieved at that – he didn't see how a 'mobile' would allow them to talk without magic).

Their adventures became a tradition of sorts – Hermione would meet him at the end of his shift at Flourish and Blotts each Saturday before proceeding on an adventure that could lead them anywhere. Ron knew it was ridiculous and completely bizarre, but somehow he still found himself tagging along after Hermione and her plots (because no matter how hard he had argued this point, she was always going to be Amelia – she was always going to be his hero).

Ron knew that he was still trying to get over the effects of the war and he suspected that Hermione was the same. So they would don their old Hogwarts ties and pretend they were still young and innocent at school, looking for adventure.

Their adventures had no rhyme and reason. None at all.

But they continued.

They would eat ice-creams at Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour, discussing the pros and cons of the Accio charm. He would steal whichever book she happened to be reading and would make her answer a series of random questions to get it back. She would sigh exasperatedly every time he wouldn't do his job properly and would snort with laughter every time his boss would tell him off for talking to the customers. She would sit at the back of Flourish and Blotts, reading through the entire comic book shelf while he watched her with a bemused expression. He would drag her in and out of shops she couldn't care less about. She introduced him to Harry and sometimes, he would join them on their adventures. If it rained, they would spend the entire weekend curled up on her sofa, reading The Adventures of Amelia the Animagus.

It was the most fun Ron had ever had. He took her to the small wood around the orchard at the Burrow (though he took care to make sure that his mother was not home – he didn't need those sorts of questions just yet) and he had ended up with a minor concussion when he ran head-long into a tree branch, trying to get away from angry Centaurs.

"Times like these you need a car to come along and save us," Hermione had said, helping him sit up and trying not to laugh. "You know, to just drive on up and fly us out of here!"

Hermione took him to a small lake near her house, which ended in Ron throwing her into the water off the small jetty.

"Ron!" She had cried, head bursting from the water.

"Ah, you'll be right," he had called back as she climbed back up the ladder onto the jetty, now soaking wet. "If you fall in the Giant Squid will help you ou–!" He'd tried to duck out of the way, but she had been too quick for him and had tackled him into the water before he could finish.

And on every adventure, Ron found another way to irritate her.

"You're a nightmare sometimes Hermione, honestly!" He had said to her after he had made to levitate her sofa closer to the sun and only succeeding in setting it spectacularly on fire. She had (rather cruelly in his opinion) told him he'd pronounced the spell wrong, irritating him to no end.

"Oh really?" Hermione had rolled her eyes. "Well it's no wonder you haven't got any friends!"

Once, they'd had to sneak back into her house in the dead of the night, Hermione's parents not knowing she had left for that weekends adventure and got slightly carried away. Next second, they had glanced at the time and had motored it back, Ron needing to collect his jacket and arguing the entire way over whose fault it was.

"You know, I think I'll actually learn the Curse of the Bogies and use it on you." Ron had hissed at her once they got inside.

"Oh I'll show you how exactly to use the Curse of the Bogies!" Hermione had snapped back.

But despite the bickering, Ron found that he was having the best summer of his life and nothing changed.

Until they fought the troll.

"So remind me how this one's going again?" Ron asked, ducking under a stray branch.

They were in the woods again, a place they seemed to favour. It appeared that there were a lot of adventures that could happen in the woods.

"A troll has gotten out," Hermione answered. She was grinning in a rather evil, Hermione-like way and he narrowed his eyes. "And this time, I'm going to let you be the hero."

Ron actually tripped over at that, not watching where he was going. "You're not serious?" he asked, eyes wide. Not once during all their adventures had Hermione let him be the hero.

"Honestly, boys!" she had once said during one of their adventures by the lake. "Always feel the need to play the hero!"

Now, however Hermione was still grinning. "Oh, you deserve it, I think," she said, grinning. "I've had to rescue you a fair few times. Now you're rescuing me!"

"Then run!" Ron yelled, not really sure what playing the hero meant. Their crazy situations always just seemed to play themselves out whenever Hermione was in charge. He wouldn't really know what to do when if it was him in charge.

(Besides, he hardily ever was in charge and he liked it that way. He'd never admit it to her, but he thought it was kind of hot when Hermione stepped up and became the leader, bossing him around).

So all they ended up doing was running through the woods, occasionally leaping over a log or snapping a branch out of the way.

"So how big is this troll?"

"You tell me, you're in charge!"

"Oh, I dunno …" Ron thought. "Big as a mountain troll?"

"But we're not in the mountains …"

"Hermione, there's no troll either."

She rolled her eyes at this as she took hold of a branch from a low hanging tree and swung herself up. He paused to watched her as she climbed into the tree. "That's not the point, Ron," she said. "This is an adventure and it's got to be realistic!"

"Hermione, none of this is realistic …"

Hermione sighed exasperatedly from her branch in the tree. Ron noticed that she did that a lot, especially when she was around him – he found it kind of endearing. "Ron, we're both eighteen years old, wearing our old Hogwarts ties and running around a forest like a couple of First Years. Just save me from the troll!"

Ron just snorted before clambering into the tree next to hers. "You know, I think this troll might just be the start of a beautiful friendship, Hermione."

"Oh really, with who?"

"With me and you, of course!" he said, shrugging from his tree. "Today shall forever be marked as the day Hermione Granger let me be the hero. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other."

"What, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them?" Hermione asked.

"Ha! So that's how big it is."

"Cheat," Hermione said, though Ron could hear the smile in her voice. "Besides, if now we're friends, what on earth were we before?"

"More like casual acquaintances who went on adventures together."

Hermione rolled her eyes, or at least Ron assumed she did since he couldn't see her through the branches, just a flash of brown that was her hair (the hair that was crazy and mad and he secretly sort of loved).

"Ron …" Hermione's voice hesitated for a moment, then, "You … you were at Hogwarts this past year, during the height of the war, weren't you?"

Freezing at the change in subject, Ron wasn't quite sure how to speak for a moment. Finally, he un-stuck his throat. "Er, yeah …"

She paused for a long moment.

"… what was it like?" she eventually asked.

Ron paused rather like she had, staring hard through the branches as if she would see his questioning look. "Why the hell would you want to know that?"

"Because I wasn't there," Hermione said, her voice quiet. "I was too busy saving the world with Harry and sometimes, I wonder whether I should have … sometimes, I feel like I should've been there to save the school …"

"Hermione, whether you were there or not wouldn't have made a difference," Ron said, firmly. "You and Harry had a job to do. We were … well, not fine, but we managed. We started up Dumbledore's Army again. We fought against the Death Eaters. Besides," Ron added. "You would've been kicked out for being a Muggle-born."

"Very tactful, thanks."

"Ah, you know me," Ron grinned. "Besides, you would've hated it anyway – our NEWT exams were cancelled."

"Hey! I'll have you know tha–"

Hermione's voice cut off in a loud shriek which made Ron's blood run cold. He heard the branch snap and the scrapes and screams as Hermione fell. He heard the dull thud as Hermione hit the ground. Her scream cut off.

"HERMIONE!"

Thankful for all the traumatising times of his childhood where Fred and George would stick him in these trees and not help him down, Ron managed to make it to the ground in three seconds flat. In an instant, he was at Hermione's side.

"HERMIONE! HERMIONE!" he yelled, clutching her shoulder. She groaned groggily.

"Oh shut it, I'm right here …"

"Bloody hell, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" he yelled, feeling her neck for a pulse (even though it was obvious she was alive), feeling for her hand (though he knew it was still attached to her arm) and pretty much feeling for anything.

(Ron wasn't really sure when the feelings inside him had cropped up, but he knew that was why he was so bloody terrified when he heard her scream).

Ron ended up throwing his arms around her, lifting her into a half-sitting position as they were both still on the ground. Hermione snorted as she wound her own arms around his neck. "I'm all right, Ron," she insisted. "C'mon, it's not like I nearly died or anything! I would've needed to be, I dunno locked in a bathroom or something for the troll to get me."

"Don't even joke." Ron muttered into her hair.

When eventually he let her go long enough to help her stand, they found that Hermione had sprained her ankle rather badly. Ron, who insisted that he was still the hero of this adventure, offered to carry Hermione back to the Burrow where his mother would be sure to fix her.

"Honestly, you don't need to, I'm perfectly capabl – Ron!" she yelped as he swung her easily into his arms.

"Times like these you need a house-elf." he joked, happily. He expected her to laugh – he was not expecting a stormy, thunderous look.

"That is not funny Ron, house-elves have rights too!" she practically yelled. "I've been trying for years to get people to listen, but no so put me DOWN!"

"Bloody hell Hermione, you really are irritating!"

"I'll give you irritating …" she practically growled and Ron was pretty sure she'd storm away if she he wasn't currently holding her. "Ron, I don't need you or any house-elf to help me walk, so put. Me. DOWN!"

"All right, all right!" he said, hastily setting her back onto her feet. She winced and Ron was pretty sure he heard a swear word or two be muttered under her breath (not that she'd admit it). She was so bloody stubborn. "Jesus, you'd think a Death Eater was torturing you!"

Hermione just stared stonily ahead, leaning heavily on Ron and she limped. "I just don't like people making derogatory comments about house-elves," she said, coldly. "I was friends with one who died in the war."

"I'm sorry," Ron murmured. Then in a louder voice, "Look Hermione, I didn't mean anything by it, it was a joke! I mean, if you ask me the house-elves got a bloody unfair deal during all the wars. I remember during the battle at Hogwarts …" They both shivered at that, the memory still raw. "There was one bloke who was insisting that they get out there, fighting for the castle! That had to be the most repulsive thing I'd ever heard, they were terrified! So I definitely told that bloke where to shove it – we didn't want even more people dying that day, did we?"

Ron wasn't sure what the hell was going through Hermione's head – she simply stopped in the middle of the path through the woods, staring at him in amazement. However, just as he opened his mouth to ask if she was all right, he suddenly found Hermione's lips on his.

He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but either way he threw his arms around her and kissed her back with just as much force as she, so that he ended up lifting her up off the ground entirely. Her hands were gripping his hair and he could feel her smile as she continued to move her lips with his.

He sort of felt like he'd been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger.

"Is this the moment?" he asked her weakly when eventually, they pulled away. Hermione only grinned.

"There's no war going on here." she answered.

This time, he kissed her.

A/N: So. Where the heck did this come from? Read a fanfiction in a completely different fandom with the same sort of format. That story is Feeling Electric by ProfessorSpork in the Doctor Who fandom, who was kind enough to give me permission to use her original idea and plot. Once i read that story, i was completely inspired and couldn't not do it for Ron and Hermione. I take no credit for coming up with the idea at all.

So yeah. This story will be in five parts, one which i shall post each week like i used to do with my updates. Currently on holiday from University, which is how i've managed to write this and get it up.

Hope you all enjoyed part one! I'd love to know what you think, so remember reviews are always appreciated.

Until next time-

-Moon. : D