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Summary: Harry, Ron and Hermione return to Hogwarts to complete their seventh year of magical education. Harry and Hermione have been appointed Head Boy and Girl. Harry starts to feel something else for Hermione and battles with himself whilst trying to decide what he should do with these new feelings. The story will start R-Hr but will end up H-Hr.

Authors Note: This is the first chapter of my first FanFic. I'll try and update every Saturday, and make sure i'm at least three chapters ahead so you will always have someting to read. Please understand that this is a Harry/Hermione ship, but it may take a little while before they get together. So don't give up, they will be together.

This story will contain strong language and sexual situation. If this offends you, then may I kindly suggest you read something else? Or ditch your beliefs and read my story instead.

Love & Betrayal

Chapter 1 – Move On

Harry was laying in his new dorm room reflecting on some of the events that had happened during the war with Voldemort. He couldn't remember when he had starterd to see Hermione as a potential girlfriend, but reasoned that it must have been at some point during the months they had spent together in the tent.
'But she's with Ron now.' thought Harry. He rolled onto his side and slid his hand under his pillow, trying to cool it down.
Harry and Hermione had shared a few kisses whilst they were alone in the tent after Ron had left them. They were teenagers after all.
As he remembered those nights in the tent, he tried to pass off his feelings for Hermione as some need for comfort. A need to touch another, to be held.
A knock at his door brought Harry out if his reverie. Sitting up in his be he saw Ron standing at the door. "Hey mate, Hermione is moaning that we're going to be late for lesson if you don't hurry up." Signalling to Ron that he would be down stairs soon, Harry left his warm bed and, after Ron vacated the room, moved to his trunk to get changed.

Hermione had left her room in the head boy and girls tower and proceeded to the small common room she shared with Harry, the head boy. It was relatively similar to the Gryffindor common room, with a large fire and welcoming arm chairs and sofas.
Hermione moved across the room to her favourite arm chair, the portrait opened and Ron entered. 'My boyfriend. He's not usually early. Especially on a Friday.' she thought.
"Alright Hermione," said Ron, moving close to her and giving her a swift kiss. "Where's Harry?" Hermione shrugged, "Still asleep I guess." A huge grin spread across Ron freckled face as he put his hands on Hermione's waist and said, "Well then, perhaps we should pass the time waiting for him by, well...you know..." He trailed off, as if he expected Hermione to finish his sentence. However a she did was raise a brow at him and said, "What Ronald?" Her tone was harsh and Ron's face fell as she didn't mirror his intentions. Regaining his composure he said, "You know, snogging." Hermione just scowled at him, and removed his hands from her waist. Throwing herself into the chair she had originally being walking to, she gave Ron one last glare before picking up the book from the table and hiding behind it.
Ron stood in the middle of the small common room, staring dumbfounded at Hermione before he too threw himself down onto the sofa, crossing his arms across his chest.
After twenty minutes of silence between the couple, Ron heard his girlfriends voice from behind the book that hid her face. "Ron, go and get Harry up. If he isn't down soon we'll be late for transfiguration." Ron made a face at the book that hid Hermione's face, and got up, trudging towards the stairs that lead to Harry's room. Once he had disappeared Hermione put the book down and dropped her head into her hands.

'Why, why, why am I going out with him? All we do is argue! Why didn't I just get with Harry? I had a chance with him, but I thought he would go back to Ginny. Now if I want to be with him, it's going to hurt Ron. I know that seems like a stupid reason for not breaking it off with him, but I still want to be friends; I just don't love him any more. In fact I'm not sure if I ever loved him. I just wanted someone to love me. For who I am. I always thought Harry was out if my league, especially when he's dated two if the prettiest girls in the whole school.'

"Uurgh." Hermione made a noise as she heard Ron descending the stairs. "He's coming." he said bluntly. Hermione simply nodded to him.
Once Harry had finally joined them in the common room, he smiled at them both. 'God I love that smile.' thought Hermione. She hadn't seen Harry smile for a long time; she had stayed with her parents after the war until returning to Hogwarts. She was happy that he found some happiness in seeing his two best friends. Neither her friends seemed to notice the flush that was slowly crewing up her neck and settling onto her cheeks. Spinning around she said, "Well let's go." Harry and Ron shared a look behind her, and with their bags slung around their shoulders, the trio left the Head Tower.
Harry and Ron walked a little behind Hermione along the route to transfiguration.

"So how are things between you two?" Harry asked Ron in a hushed tone. Ron looked at him, considering his answer.

"Well, it could b better I suppose. We still fight, like before," At these words Harry's stomach made an odd lurch, "But I love her," Harry's stomach settled back to its usual position. "You know Harry. I really love her, and the arguments just come with her." Harry fought to stop anger appearing on his face as vicious thoughts flew threw his mind.

'Arguments aren't a good thing Ron, you idiot. Maybe you should dump her, again. Like in the tent. Then you wouldn't be able to come into the tower and disturb us as I comfort and care for Hermione like someone who lives her would!'
Harry quickly glanced at Ron to see if his face had given his anger away. However Ron wasn't paying attention, and seemed to be searching his trouser pocket for something.
Leaving Ron, and quickening his step, he caught up with Hermione.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, a small smile playing on his lips. She looked up at him, startled, not expecting to be talked to.

"Um...yes, I'm fine Harry. What about you?" Harry relaxed when she said she was okay. He didn't want her to be worrying about anything.

"I'm okay too, still having the occasional dream, but apart from that-" Harry was cut off as Hermione suddenly looked concerned. "What? But I thought they could only happen when Voldemort was alive." Realising that Hermione had misunderstood him, Harry quickly rectified the situation.

"There not those kinds of dreams Hermione. A lot of stuff happened during the war, and I have dreams about that. Like when Voldemort hit me with the killing curse in the forest and you being tortured at th-" Harry stopped talking, painfully aware of the impact his words might have on Hermione. He watched her as she turned away from him, her eyes swimming with tears. Harry gently took her hand and stopped her from walking. "Hermione I'm sorry. I'm an idiot, I didn't think." He said softly. Hermione looked into Harry's emerald eyes and could see he was sorry for mentioning her torture. She gave him a small smile and rested her head on his chest, silent tears streaming down her face. Harry unconsciously wrapped his arms around her, and held her close. 'Like all those times in the tent.' He thought. Eventually Hermione put her arms around Harry, and the two shared the tight embrace.
Ron cleared his throat. Harry immediately let go of Hermione and jump back. Ron glared at him and took his place hugging Hermione. Harry watched as his two best friends held each other. He noticed that Hermione didn't hug Ron as tightly as she had held Harry.
Once the hug ended the three of them continued walking to transfiguration where they were met by a new professor. Professor McGonagall was now headmistress so could no longer teach transfiguration. Harry, Ron and Hermione took seats near the front of the class eager to find out who the new professor was. Well Hermione was eager; Harry and Ron just sat with her. However Ron's decision to separate Harry and Hermione did not go unnoticed by either of them.

The new professor walked out of the office at the back of the classroom. He was tall, with curly black hair that fell to his shoulders. "I'm Professor Ashurst. Your new transfiguration teacher." There was some muttering around the class as Ashurst moved to his desk and sat down. Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged glances, not knowing whether this professor would turn out to be a Lockhart or a Lupin.

As it transpired Professor Ashurst was more of a Lupin, and the seventh years left the classroom chatting about some of the fascinating things he had said they would be learning. He had then proceeded to allow them to transfigure their chairs into small animals. Harry had watched Hermione with adoration as she transfigured her chair into a cat slightly reminiscent of Crookshanks. Ron had failed to transfigure his chair and was left with a small pile of fur when he attempted to create a dog.

As they walked to their next lesson Harry noticed Ron slide his arm around Hermione's waist, but was pleasantly surprised when she detached herself from his grip. "Not now Ronald." she said. Ron face grew the familiar shade of red Harry and Hermione was used to and said, "What do you mean, not now? All I was doing was holding you close!" He had half shouted the last part of his sentence and Hermione looked at him, a frown on her face. "Yes, I know. But whenever you do that you always start to kiss me and I don't think Harry would really want to see us do that." she answered in a business like tone. Ron rounded on Harry and he seriously considered pulling out his wand to defend himself from the angry and embarrassed Ron that was stood in front of him. "Do you mind Harry?" His tone was so serious Harry didn't think it would be safe for him to disagree with Ron, so answered, "Err. No, I don't mind..." Harry trailed off, trying to suppress his emotions and thoughts.

'Actually, you fucking wanker, I do disagree. Keep your hands off her!' Harry's mind shouted. However Ron didn't notice anything different about Harry, and turned, triumphant, back to Hermione. "See, Harry doesn't mind. So lets just-"

"No Ron!"

Now Hermione was shouting. Harry just stood there, watching the two of them as they seemed to be inevitably falling into another period of silence between them both. Giving one last look to Ron, which was full of contempt, Hermione turned on her heel and started walking briskly down the stone corridor. "Where are you going?" Ron shouted after her. "To the library!" she bellowed back, her voice echoing off the cold walls. She was only in sight for a few more seconds before she turned the corner and disappeared. "What did I do?" asked Ron. "Dunno mate, maybe she's just at that age." said Harry. Ron looked at him before saying, "When do you think I should hold quidditch trials?" Harry answered after they had started walking again, "The weekend, Saturday or Sunday morning." Ron nodded agreeing with Harry.

Ron had been made quidditch captain after Harry had been selected as Head Boy. The letter Harry had received from McGonagall had said:

Dear Mr Potter,

As I am sure you are aware seventh year students are eligible to be picked for Head Boy and Girl. In light of the recent events that took place at Hogwarts, I have decided that you should be Head Boy Mr Potter. You will share a private tower with a small common room, two bedrooms and a shared bathroom with the Head Girl. However as you have been appointed Head Boy, you will no longer be able to captain the Gryffindor quidditch team. I am sorry if this upsets you Mr Potter, but I have your best interests at heart. As Head Boy you will not have to share a dormitory with others and I believe this will help quell the amount of painful questions the less tactful student may ask you. Accompanying this letter is h your Head Boy badge and book list for this year.

Sincerely Professor McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts

Harry and Ron had returned to the Head Tower, and were lounging about on the sofas discussing which quidditch trials to put the hopefuls through. As Ron went on about a wronski feint test, Harry's mind wondered as he began to think about his behaviour towards Ron. 'I don't hate him,' he thought. 'I suppose I'm just jealous, because he's got Hermione. I should try and move on. Try and find someone else.' Harry continued to try and think of a suitable candidate for his affections until it was time for Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Authors Notes: So that was my first chapter, I don't have a beta and I wrote this chapter on my iPhone, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. Please review so I can understand what I could do better.

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