A/N: Yes I finally have an action/adventure story….but….it still has some fluff in it. The first chapter is incredibly fluffy but the action comes in quite heavy throughout the story. Enjoy!

A/N: I only updated for the disclaimer, thanks Jess.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, setting, and plot, but I do own th book titles, some spells, and the………….. "knife slash" scene….

Tears of a Phoenix

Chapter 1: A Future

Hermione scanned the shelves.

History of Dark Magic

Handling Dark Magic

When Dark Magic Started

Dark Magic Spells

Defense against the Dark Arts

"No, no, no," she whispered. She sighed her frustration as she opened Handling Dark Magic. All week she had spent over 70 of her time at the library, hoping to find something, anything, to help them win the second war.

Suddenly, something black wrapped around her waist, it was warm and solid. Hermione, who had gotten used to his silent steps, leaned against the comforting chest still flipping through the book.

"In the library again," a soft, warm voice asked.

"Yes, Ron, I am. You know the library is more that just a study area. Sometimes the books have useful information."

"I never would have guessed that," he teased in his playful tone, nuzzling her neck. She tried not to laugh as she pushed him away.

"Ron, I'm being serious!"

"So was I."

He bent down kissing her on the lips softly. When he pulled away she looked up into his chocolate, brown eyes, practically melting in his arms.

Ron and Hermione had been going out since the summer after 5th year. They were both surprised that such a horrible even caused them to be closer, but between comforting each other about Sirius's death and trying to help the Order, it was hard not to. At first it was just an innocent look here and there, then a peck on the cheek, then a feeling so strong neither could keep it hidden for another year. They could talk for hours about secrets, old feelings, and memories.

Hermione looked at Ron again and sighed, "If you keep doing that I don't think I'll win another argument again." He smiled and replied, "That's the plan," and leaned down for another kiss. This sent butterflies in her stomach, and he knew it. He had felt the same at first but now he couldn't stand to be away from her, and when he was he only thought about her. Hermione never thought she would love anyone as much as she loved Ron and she was sure he felt the same.

She laughed and pressed a finger to his lips. "Don't. I have to finish this research." He smiled playfully and poked her where he knew it tickled. "All I want is a peck." She laughed again and squirmed out of his arms. "How can you find humor in all this Ronald Weasley? We're in the middle of a war!" His face suddenly turned serious. "You're right, I'm sorry. Let me help. If only…"

"If only what?"

"Never mind."

If only he war was over. He thought. Not only for Harry and the innocent lives, but for a future. What he wanted more than anything was a successful future…and hopefully with Hermione in it.