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Chapter one
Hermione drew a quick breath as she woke from a nightmare. Her eyes adjusted and focused onto the mahogany side table where a bright orange Chudley Cannons scarf lay. Ron. Suddenly she became aware of a warm heat on the side of her neck. She was with Ron. In his bed. Hermione had dreamed of this moment for years. She was then hit by the events that scared her dreams. So many lives lost, Tonks, Remus, Lavender... Fred. She began to feel uncomfortable, how could she keep him here, whilst his family needed him the most. Ron would've cursed her on the spot if he knew what she was thinking. The sunlight peeked through a crack in the dusty curtains specks of dust floated in midair, falling gracefully to the ground. Ron's grip tightened around her waist, Hermione's heart skipped half a dozen beats.
Ron inhaled deeply, Hermione. The smell of her bushy hair made his insides melt. He held her tightly, it couldn't be more after sunrise and he wasn't planning on facing his mother quite yet. He had noticed Harry get up and leave two hours before hand, he didn't bother to ask where he was going. Hermione began to stir and Ron guessed it was time to get up before people began to wonder. She shuffled over to face him, their nosed nearly touching.
"Morning" Ron whispered.
"Hi" she replied smiling gently.
Ron brought his hand to her face and held her cheek in his palm, skimming his thumb lightly over a graze she had attained from the pervious night. Inside Hermione was going crazy, Hi? Was that all she could say! Wondering what to say next she licked her lips. The kiss, did he remember?
Oh he loved it when she did that and automatically he licked his too. He'd replayed the moment she had kissed him before he drifted to sleep. He wanted to kiss her this time, he wanted to kiss her now. Slowly he pursued forward tugging her face gently toward his until they met in the middle. This kiss was different then the first, it was passionate and private, it felt like four years of wanting to kiss her came at one time. They pulled apart after what felt like several minutes and Hermione couldn't help but to giggle.
"What?" Ron asked wrapping his arms around her and laying onto his back.
"Nothing, I...I just have wanted you to do that since the moment you came back" she admitted.
Ron sighed, he still hasn't forgiven himself for leaving his two best friends in a moment of weakness.
"I think you should see your parents Ron" Hermione said after a few minuets of silence. Ron groaned and rolled onto Hermione, slightly hovering above her small frame.
"Just one more kiss" Ron begged and lowed his neck to kiss her full on the mouth. Hermione ran her hands through his red hair and around his long neck.
"Okay Ron. Go!" She managed to say between kisses.
"Won't you come with me?" He said kissing around her neck.
"No, I need to shower. I'll join you in a bit"
Ron groaned again and Hermione touched his face.
"Please go, your family needs you" she said quietly and Ron finally understood. Kissing her once on her forehead he stepped of the bed and headed toward the door.
"Towels are under the bed, showers are across the hall" he flashed her a smile and disappeared out of the boys dorm.
The hot water cascaded down her body, she pressed her cheek against the cool tiles of the shower cubical. Gazing down at the plug where the water drained she saw a mixture of dirt, dust and blood. Automatically she ran her hands over her body to find the cause of all the blood. A sharp pain in her side made her flinch and she rotated her hips to get a better look. She gasped at the gash in her side that started at her hipbone and finished at the bottom of her rips. How didn't she realise it earlier? Shutting the water off she stepped out of the cubical and reached for the small beaded bag.
After she had healed she wrapped Ron's towel tightly around her and sat on a wooden bench next to a large window. She gazed out of the large piece of glass and took in the sights of the new Hogwarts. Smoke still rose from parts of the Castle but the scene still remained the same. The sun had surfaced the green hills and made them glisten with sparkles. Nothing had really changed, well nothing that couldn't be fixed. She wondered if she would return to Hogwarts, she doubted Ron would and Harry would be accepted into the ministry.
Hermione sighed and reached for her beaded bag once more, she took out some clean clothes she had been saving. The crisp fabric felt like Christmas morning and her birthday had come at once. She left the boys dorm and descended the stone steps into the common room. The place was untouched by the war, the notice board was the same as when she had left. Mugs and plates had been deserted on wooden tables as students left in panic. Taking one last look around the place she was unsure she would see again and stepped out the door and headed toward the remains of the great hall.
