Chapter 2- Hermione's Boys

Disclaimer: (I forgot to add this to the 1st chapter!! SORRY!!) I own nothing but the plot. All the rest belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.

Ron stood at the edge of the dark forest, staring in the dark, up at the giant castle he'd be leaving tomorrow. When slowly someone came into view. Even though it was dark, it didn't take him long to realize who it was. He recognized the silhouette of her bushy hair and curvy body.

"Hermione!" he shouted to her. She just stood there, almost as if she wasn't alive.

Ron quickly ran towards her to see if she was okay. Once he got there he threw his arms around her and engulfed her in a hug, as she did the same. They stood there for a few minutes, just holding each other, Ron certainly didn't mind though.

After a few minutes, Hermione pulled away, and looked up at Ron. He suddenly saw that she was crying and began to panic.

"Hermione, is-is everything alright? Is H-Harry alright?"

Hermione sniffed. "W-well, V-v-v-ol-vol. Oh y-y-ou kn-kn-ow who is-is dead."

"That's great!" Ron said. "I mean the war is finally over! Voldemort's dead! So, wait – why are you crying then?"

Hermione just started crying even harder.

"Hermione?" Ron asked quietly.

"The-the-they c-couldn't find Har- they couldn't- they-find-Har-"

"They couldn't find Harry?"

Hermione shook her head. Then she wrapped her arms around Ron's waist and cried into his chest.

Ron felt the tears forming in his eyes but fought to hold them back. 'He couldn't be dead,' Ron thought, 'they just couldn't find him'

"I'm sure he's alright Hermione, we-we can't just think the worst." Ron said trying to convince both Hermione and himself.

"Oh Ron..." Hermione managed to get out. "Be- Before Harry, well, be-before he left, well, he- he told me, that- well that he l-l-loved m-me."

Ron just felt his heart rip into two pieces. "Oh." Was all he could say.

Never in his life had Ron felt so much pain. He loved Hermione too, but never had any idea that Harry did too. 'Oh great, I'm sure she loves him too. And after he told her that they probably had mad sex. And to think I was just about to tell her how I feel.' Someone speaking interrupted Ron's thoughts.

"Hey guys," a familiar voice said. Ron and Hermione both turned to see none other than Harry coming out of the forest. His clothes had burns in them, his face was as black as his hair, and he was limping. Hermione quickly let go of Ron and ran over to Harry. She threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him full on the lips.

Ron thought hearing about Harry and Hermione was painful, but seeing it, felt like someone stabbed millions of daggers in his back.

"Oh Harry!" exclaimed Hermione, "You're alright! Thank god you're alright! I love you so much Harry!" And she once again kissed him.

A tear trickled down Ron's cheek, and he had to turn his head. The sight was just too much to handle. He stood there for a moment, until he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. Quickly Ron turned around to find Harry hugging him. And not knowing what else to do, Ron wrapped his arms around Harry too. "It's good to have you back Harry."

After a few more moments Hermione cleared her throat, and Ron and Harry quickly let go of each other.

"Er, sorry mate," Harry said looking at his feet. "Just got caught up in the moment you know."

"Ah, it's alright. I know I'm irresistible." Ron said trying to get the images of Harry and Hermione out his mind.

Everyone stood there quiet for a moment, exchanging glances, smiles, and tears. Hermione decided to break the silence, "Why don't we go up to the common room for one last late night sitting? Harry can tell us about what happened."

Ron and Harry nodded. "Sounds great!" Harry exclaimed.

"Great! I'm glad to have both of my boys safe and sound," Hermione said. She linked her arm with Harry's, then with Ron's. And they slowly walked to the common room.


Ron woke up to find himself itching from lying in the grass all night long. He slowly sat up and looked around, and sighed. He was hoping he'd wake up and find himself back at Hogwarts. But instead found himself exactly the same as when he fell asleep. Twenty years old, and outside his own home, not the Burrow, but the Hollow, the home he moved into after graduating from Hogwarts.

He sighed again remembering he had to go over to Harry and Hermione's today. Slowly he stood up and walked into the house, to get ready for hell.


A/N: Okay 2nd chapter done! Whew! This one was kind of hard to write (even harder to think of a title, hopefully it fits). But I worked on it ALL day and finally go it done.

To the only one who reviewed:

MeE- Thank you for reading my story, and I'm glad you liked it!! I guess this chapter should answer your question!!

Until Next time...
3, Megan