Prolouge
Lord Voldemort gave no orders to the witches and wizards. Without a word, everyone fled Hogwarts.
"Master, shouldn't weuse them?" Lucious Malfoy asked with a bow. An evil grin spread across Voldemort's face.
"We will, in time. Let them rest for a few months, I need them all strong"
"What is your plan, Master?"
Voldemort looked straight at him and laughed.
"Gather all my followers. We are going to do some carpentry"
The Weasleys, along with Hermione apparated to the Burrow, shocked. Hermione didn't move. She just stared into the air, before breaking down and fall to the floor, screaming with grief. Ron felt empty, as he went up to her, sat down and held her tight. Harry was dead. It had all been for nothing.
"No! No!" Hermione screamed, fighting against his grip, hitting him on the back. He didn't let go of her.
"Schhh... Calm down"
He stroke her hair and she stopped fighting. Instead she collapsed in his arms, crying onto his chest, gripping his shirt tight.
"Don't leave me" she said. Her voice made him shiver with pain. She had never sounded so small, so helpless, so... weak.
"I won't. I promise, Hermione, I will never leave you"
He looked up as his family. All looked sad and empty. The twins were holding their sister, trying to comfort her, but everyone knew she would not be alright. She loved Harry, and now he was gone.
Mrs Weasley joined Fred and George and held them all. Mr Weasley did too, and Ron helped Hermione to her feet, though her face was still buried in his chest.
"We must take care of eachother now" Mrs Weasley began. "No fighting, no pranks. We are a family, we must be here for one another"
Everyone nodded and gave eachother hugs. Hermione finally let go of Ron, and went to hug his mother.
"Oh, Molly. I don't know what to do"
Mrs Weasley stroke her back and held her like a daughter.
"We are all here for you, Hermione. I give you my word"
She let go of her and Hermione looked at Ginny. The red headed girl looked back at her and they embraced eachother in a hug. They knew deep inside they had to be strong, still it was no where easy to feel it.
Days passed by, and one week after the war, an owl came towards the Burrow, carrying a letter adressed to Hermione. It was marked with a skull and snake. She was shaking, as she opened the envelope, and read the letter inside. She collapsed and Fred caught her, before she hit the floor.
"What is it, Hermione?" he asked softly, and she handed him the letter.
Dear Ms Hermione Granger
We are sorry to inform you, that both of your parents have been found dead.
At the moment there is no possibility for us to transport their bodies to the UK.
By orders of The Dark Lord, all bodies must be burned.
We are deeply sorry.
Adam Brown,
The Minister of Magic,
Australia
"They can't do this!" Fred yelled angrily. His father silenced him.
"He can! He can do whatever he wants"
Fred sat down next to Hermione. Where was Ron when he was needed?
"I'm so sorry, Hermione" Fred whispered and she put her arms around him, wanted him to hold her.
"This family is all I have" she said. She wasn't crying. It was like she was too empty inside to be able to.
"I'll go find Ron" Fred was about to get up, when Hermione pulled him down.
"Please... Just hold me"
He looked at the others. His mother nodded at him. He embraced Hermione's tiny body. She had lost so much weight since before they went to search for the horocruxes.
He stroke her brown locks. She was breathing calmly.
"We will never leave you alone, Hermione. You're a part of our family"
She smiled to herself, feeling the tears rise in her eyes. Tears of gratitude.
"You're a good brother" she said, looking into his eyes.
That night, she felt her flame return. She had lost so much, yet gained so much more being with the Weasleys for the past week. He parents were dead, yes, but her family wasn't. She hadn't seen her parents for a long, long time. She had spent more time with the Weasleys the past few years then she had done with her parents.
She looked at Ron as they lay on the bed in Percy's old room. Ron looked back at her and stroke her cheek gently. It was strange, but she felt like it was time.
"Ron..."
"Yes?"
"Do you really love me?"
He seemed startled by the question.
"Of course I do"
She moved closer to him. He could feel her hot breath on his lips.
"Prove it" she breathed, before kissing him deeply. He knew what she was up to, and felt scared she was doing it for the wrong reason. His thoughts faded away as she started to toutch his chest and let her hands wander from there to his back, and down towards his pants.
He deepened the kiss even more, felt her tongue against his, as he gave in and carefully stroke her tummy. His warm hands were searching upwards and he cupped her left breast in his hand. She moaned into the kiss and moved to lay on her back. Instinctivly, he moved ontop of her.
She slightly spread her legs, just to get him closer, and he felt himself growing hard. She felt it too, and smiled into the kiss.
"Am I doing that to you?" she whispered as her lips left his. She looked into his eyes. They were bright blue and filled with love and lust.
"You and no one else" he replied and started to unzip his own jeans. She watched him undress with pleasure, and when he was done, she started working on her own clothes, slowly of course. This night was to be the happiest for a long time, she thought. She needed this.
She could see Ron swallow as she slowly removed her bra and knickers. She climbed back to bed and took her position.
Ron kissed her. He was close enough to enter her, but he wanted to make sure she was not to get hurt, so he teased her gently by kissing her jaw and down her neck, taking one breast inside his mouth. She moaned.
Again, she hooked her legs behind his back, making him smile and carefully nibble her nipple. She gasped and grabbed a handfull of his hair, playing with it.
He faced her and looked into her eyes. He just looked into them for a few seconds, not breaking the eyecontact as he pushed inside her.
She felt a pain shoot through her body, but it was a pleasant pain. He carefully moved inside her and she closed her eyes.
"Look at me" he whispered. She figured it was about trust, and opened her eyes.
He could see she was in as much pleasure as he was. The feeling was extraordinary and he adored every inch of her. He noticed she fought to keep her eyes open.
"Am I proving it to you yet?" he asked teasfully and bent down to nibble her earlobe. As he did this, he pushed further in, making her unable to keep her eyes open anymore. She moaned into his ear.
"Almost"
She wanted to tease as well. He thrusted a bit harder and she totally lost controll of herself. She buried her nails into his back. He gasped and started moving slightly faster. She let her fingers scratch his skin slowly, making him moan with pleasure. He lifted his head and looked at her.
"Open... your... eyes" he breathed and she did what he told her to. She now closed her mouth instead, not letting her moans out as loud. Both were reaching climax soon, and he felt her tighten around him, as they both came with an unexpected scream.
Ron collapsed ontop of her and Hermione smiled. It had been just what she needed after everything that had happened. She felt alive again.
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Everyone was on their way to recovery. There had been no big changes, even though the Dark Lord had taken over. The only difference was now the Dark Mark on the sky, covering the sun at day, casting light green streaks in places, and in the night, covering the moon, causing everything to shine with a ghostly green light.
"We haven't seen the consequences quite yet, but we will" Mr Weasley said. "The Dark Lord has something planned, I can feel it"
Another day passed. Everyone had breakfast and talked about anything and everything, when there was a loud knock on the door. Mrs Weasley went to get it. She came back with what seemed to be at least eight Deatheaters. She looked scared.
"We're here to give you the option of signing a contract for the Dark Lord, to join us"
"Never!" George spat and stood up. The Deatheater who had spoken turned his masked face to look at the family.
"We will never join your side" Mr Weasley said, him too standing up.
"Very well"
The Leader of the Deatheaters snapped his fingers and they went into the room. They put spells on both Mr and Mrs Weasley so they could not move and grabbed their children, who were fighting back hard.
"Leave the Weasley girl, she will be useless" the leader said, and his partner threw her to the floor. It took two Deatheaters per person to hold them down. The ones holding the twins were struggling bad, since both Fred and George were quite strong.
"Where are you taking my children?" Mrs Weasley yelled.
"We're out collecting those who does not wish to join us. They will be needed"
"Let them go!" Mr Weasley shouted, and the leader just laughed.
"We thank you for making sure you have so many strong, healthy children. They will come of great use"
And with that they disapparated, leaving Mr and Mrs Weasley, along with Ginny in terror and shock.
"What will happen to them, Arthur?" Mrs Weasley asked shocked, staring at the spot where her children had been seconds ago.
"I never thought it would come true... but now, I'm afraid it has happened"
"What?" Ginny cried, devastated.
"We heard about it at work many months ago. The followers of You-Know-Who were to build a camp, but no one thought it was possible at that time. I'm afraid Hermione and our son's have been taken... to the prison camp of Azkaban"