Disclaimer: I am not worthy enough to kiss Harry Potter's robes, so what makes you think I own him?

Summery: Sometimes when people spend a lot of time together, they find something that wasn't there before. Hermione and Harry have found that something, too bad they couldn't resist temptation. Is their relationship with each other screwed? Or the ones they have with the youngest Weasley's? And what about the product of such thing?

A/N: as I say for basically, every story: It's DH compatible but not Epilogue. For a reason, check out my profile.

This story is mainly seen through Hermione's eyes. Sometimes through Harry's but mainly Hermione's.

Now to my story, even though it's more of a prologue than a chapter. But it's too long to be a prologue.

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Loss of Innocence

Chapter 1

Life after the War

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Hermione Granger was enjoying the sun as it warmed up her body, even though it was summer and it was already quite hot. The blanket and body that wrung around her body did make it a lot warmer than it already was, but yet she didn't move. She didn't want to spoil this moment.

After the war, it was a simple moment like this that made Hermione feel most at ease. What a weird occurrence that the moment happened to be lying in Ron's bed, listening to him snore. Hermione smiled at the memories from the previous night, where they finally expressed, what Hermione would call, passionate love.

Yes, they had slept together. But what was the problem? What better way to share their first year anniversary than to "bond"? She had only hoped that the silencing charms and guards she put around the room worked and would keep intruders and their perving eyes out. But we are talking about, Hermione Granger: the brightest witch of her age. Of course her charms worked. Including the contraceptive one she had done on herself last night.

A groan escaped from Ron's lips as he began to stir. Hermione snuggled closer to his body as he lifted his arms off her to rub the sleep from his eyes. She felt a kiss on the top of her head.

'Last night was bloody amazing,' Ron breathed.

'You weren't too bad yourself,' Hermione smirked as she slowly brought herself to his eye level.

'Hungry, Miss Granger?' Ron said seductively, cocking his eyebrow in the same manner.

'Hmm… I don't know. Breakfast does sound good…' Ron began to kiss her shoulder, making a trail from it, up her neck.

'Care for breakfast in bed?' Ron said as he moved further up. Hermione let out a soft moan.

'Won't wonder where we are?' Hermione moaned.

'I don't give a care what people think. Right now, I'm with you… and that's all that matters.' Ron finally reached her lips and caressed them with his own. She returned the kiss with more enthuasim, allowing him to slip his tongue in. At that precise moment, came a loud knock from the door. Hermione cursed under her breath at whoever was on the other side.

'Ron, mate. Are you up yet?' came Harry's voice. 'Your mum says that breakfast is ready. Ron?' There was another knock, this time more desperate. Ron obviously wasn't worried about Harry and was willing to continue their rendezvous. 'Ron,' there was a pause as Hermione and Ron listened to Harry desperately trying to open the door. 'What the… why is this door locked?'

Hermione panicked, and fell straight out of the bed. She took the sheet with her as she ran around the room at top speed, collecting her discarded clothes. Ron jumped out of bed and quickly attempted to put his jeans on. A voice outside said 'Alohomora'. It was then that Hermione jumped into Ron's closet, quietly shutting it behind her. Harry finally emerged into the room, as Ron was pulling a t-shirt over his head.

'Hey Ron. Why no answer?'

'Eh? Oh… I was… asleep. Yeah, just barely woke up mate.'

'In your jeans?' Harry asked bemused.

'Well… stayed out late last night and just sort of… collapsed on the bed,' Ron lied.

'On it? It looks like it's been slept in.'

'Oy! People move in their sleep,' said Ron defensively.

'I suppose. Anyways, you're mum says breakfast is ready-'

'Hey guys. Have any of you seen Hermione? She didn't sleep in her bed last night, and I can't find her anywhere,' Ginny asked as she walked past the room.

'Nope, sorry. Ron?'

'Um… no, I haven't seen her. I just woke up,' Ron lied quickly. A bit too quickly.

'Wasn't it your anniversary yesterday?' Ginny asked slyly.

'Yeah… your point?'

'Well… where did you go last night?' said Harry.

'Oh you know: dinner, moonlit walk, and then I tried to get her flying. And you know how that always turns out,' Ron smirked. Harry laughed at the thought of Hermione on a broomstick.

'Oh Ron. You're such a prat. Hermione must have been terrified. She probably was too scared to go to sleep last night. I'm gonna go find her before she does something drastic,' Ginny scolded.

'Like what?' Ron asked.

'Like burning down the broom shed. Those brooms scare the living daylights out of her.' Ginny flipped her hair in a very Fleur-like manner and headed downstairs in search of Hermione.

'Well, c'mon mate. Breakfast then Quidditch.'

'Um… in a minute. I just have to-' Harry gave Ron a quizzical look.

'Do what?' Harry asked.

'Don't you have a meeting today? With the Aurors?'

'Oh yeah,' Harry's face turned a slight pink. 'I don't know. Maybe I should move it to-'

'You've waited six weeks for this, Harry. Why the hell would you move it?'

'I'm not sure if I'm… ready. I mean Aurors take a lot of work and… and…'

'Mate, I hear you,' Ron said, clasping Harry's shoulder. 'Breakfast then Quidditch you say? I suppose a game is what you need to calm down.'

'Because finding a walnut-sized ball in mid-air is very relaxing,' Harry mocked.

'Oy! This was your idea,' Ron said, punching Harry in the arm.

'Yeah it was, I'll go ask Ginny to play. Coming?' Harry said, heading for the door.

'Yeah,' Ron sighed, his eyes glued to the closet. Obediently, Ron followed Harry out of the room. When the coast was clear, Hermione slipped out of the closet, still with the bed sheet wrapped around her small figure. That was close, Hermione thought with ease. She would have never known Harry to be afraid of a small meeting with Aurors. This was his dream occupation after all.

Fear did crazy things to people, like with Voldemort or the fact that she hid in a closet because she was afraid that someone, besides Ron, would have seen her… without clothes. She started to change, desperately trying to figure out what to tell people when they ask where she's been. She could have said she went for an early morning stroll, or went looking for Crookshanks or was de-gnoming the garden. Each one sounded more and more pathetic. But then again, who would ever question innocent Hermione Granger?

A/N: Do you like it so far?

I hope you do. I got this idea from reading a story… dunno which one. I read a lot!

The title on the other hand, all the credit can go to my friends. Yeah, they did something along the lines of what Ron and Hermione did and I freaked out. It's a shame because now they've lost their childhood innocence. If you want to know why I got freaked out, check my profile for my age and then add 2 and 2 together. If you can't do that then just ask me.

Looking for a beta on this story, as always.

Review coz I love them as much as the next writer. All flames can stay in hell where they belong.

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