Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter. The story is mine, but alas the characters and world of Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling.

Author's Note: This story is in Hermione's POV. When there is a page break, it will be someone else's POV.

The Prophecy

I was walking down the street in Diagon Alley to Fred and George's shop to see Ron. He took a job there to help his brother out. After Fred's death, George found it hard to run the shop by himself. It was closed for a while, but eventually re-opened thanks to Ron. Ron didn't mind putting his life on hold to help get his brother get back on his feet. Something didn't feel right to me. I felt like I was being followed since I left my flat, but I kept telling myself nothing was there. My hand was gripping my wand in my pocket just in case. The bright colors of the shop were just ahead so I picked up my pace. I heard a loud noise behind me and turned around. I saw a hooded figure, but before I could get my wand out, the figure disapparated.

I ran the rest of the way to the shop and when inside, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I locked the doors and stared out the windows to see if I could see anyone. All of the sudden I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I jumped and elbowed whoever it was in the ribs. Ron yelped.

"Ouch Hermione! Jeez, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh! Ron! I'm so sorry. I just… It's just that I was being followed and I'm still a little jumpy about it."

"You were followed?"

Ron got that serious look on his face that meant business. I walked closer to him and hugged him. When he wrapped his arms around me, I felt safe. He broke the hug and studied my face.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded and said, "Yeah. Just a little freaked out and pissed off. Who would be following me and why? I mean, what could I possibly have that they want."

Ron looked at me with that goofy grin on his face. "Me."

He laughed and I punched him in the arm. I opened my mouth to tell him off when his mouth closed on mine. He put his hands on the small of my back and I wrapped my arms around his neck to play with his hair. Ron deepened the kiss and started to lift my shirt up. I put my hands under his shirt and felt his muscles. As soon as things were getting way more serious than I intended, George walked in and yelled, "Get a room!"

I pushed Ron away and blushed as I pulled my shirt back down. That boy will be the end of me. Ron just laughed and helped George with the boxes in his hand. Ron got serious again as we told George what happened in the street.

George looked at Ron and said, "You should probably tell Harry about this."

After the war, Harry became the youngest person to head the Auror Department. For two years, he caught all the Death Eaters who went into hiding after Voldemort's downfall. Well, at least we thought he caught them all, but after tonight I guess he missed some. Ron shook his head in agreement.

"Yeah, that would probably be the best person to tell. George if you don't mind, I won't be coming in tomorrow. I want to talk to Harry in person."

"Don't even worry about it. Well, we're finished here so you two can head out if you want. See you in a couple of days."

Ron and I both said bye and George went up the stairs to his flat. Ron grabbed his things and we both walked out of the shop. I had my wand out as Ron locked up. Ron accidentally bumped me and I jumped. He looked at me and smiled. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I wrapped my arm around his waist. We walked like that down the street with our wands out in our free hands. Ron's flat was just down the street from his brother's shop.

Ron looked at me and said, "You're staying with me tonight."

It wasn't a question it was a statement and I wasn't about to argue. I have stayed over before so I had a few clothes and other toiletries already there. I hopped into the shower first. After washing my hair and washing off my body, I shut off the water and wrapped a towel around my waist.

I opened the curtain to find Ron in his black boxers brushing his teeth. My eyes traveled from this shaggy orange hair to his freckled face. From there, my eyes traced every muscle on his chest and eventually made their way down to the bulging in his boxers. I was so zoned in on Ron's body that I didn't even notice Ron walking towards me. He lifted my chin and kissed me hard on the mouth. This kiss was hungrier than the one at the shop.

Ron and I hadn't officially had sex yet. My mind was telling me to stop. That this wasn't the right time, but my body was telling me to strip off that last piece of clothing on Ron's body. Right now, my body was winning this argument.

I don't know how we got there, but we were in Ron's bedroom on his bed. He put his hand on my towel and breathed three words, "Are you sure?"

I shook my head yes and he kissed on the mouth softer than before. He pulled my towel off.

"You're beautiful."


I followed Hermione down the street. I was being as quiet as I possibly could. I accidentally knocked over a trashcan and Hermione turned around. I disapparated before she could even get her wand out. I waited 5 minutes before apparating back to Diagon Alley. I waited patiently in the bushes across the street from George's shop. I had been in these bushes many times before. It was the perfect hiding place and the roses smelled nice.

I heard a bell ring and looked up. Ron was locking the door and Hermione was looking up and down the street. Ron bumped Hermione and she jumped. I smiled satisfied that I had scared her.

I swiftly and quietly followed the couple back to Ron's flat. I knew tonight was the night, but my master wanted them followed just to be certain. Ron's flat was on the second floor of the building. There was a big oak tree outside of Ron's bedroom window that made for a perfect spot to spy on them with.

I saw the couple make their way to Ron's bed and Ron taking off Hermione's towel. I watched as the couple gingerly explored each other's body parts before finally committing the act.

After the deed had been done, I climbed down the tree and walked back out to Diagon Alley. From there, I walked out to muggle London and down the street to a deserted building. When inside the building, I walked to the second floor and I apparated to an old manor. I had been here many times before, but this place always managed to bring fear to my body.

I walked up the broken front steps and pulled out my wand. I tapped the top of the door 3 times and the knob twice. It popped open and I entered the manor. I walked up the grand staircase and into a room just off the end of the hallway. There, my master was waiting for news with other men dressed in cloaks.

I spoke, "My Lord, the prophecy has finally happened. The boy and girl have completed the act."

The master turned in his chair and spoke to me.

"Well done Neville. You shall be rewarded greatly for this."

"Thank you master. Shall we proceed with the plans?"

"No, not just yet. Give Hermione a month or two to realize what is happening to her. Then we will proceed."

"Yes my Lord."

I bowed deeply and made my way back to my flat in London with a smile on my face. Ron and Hermione had no idea what was coming to them.