Two weeks in and way too horrible, it was horrid for him to try and control this thirst. It was a burn in the back of his throat, a burn that he wanted nothing to do with. He wished it would go away, classes were torture, and he could not even look at the girl he loved because she smelled so good. He told himself it would go away, he tried to convince himself that maybe it was a dream or it was temporary. But unfortunately it was neither of those. The new Ronald Weasley knew nothing of human life or Human senses and feelings; he had to guess at it all. Classes were slow and his grades were good for once. This is where his friends began to worry for him and about him especially his two best friends. Harry and Hermione had been concerned since his first night back, for one Ron did not ever miss a meal, two he never skips the chance to insult Draco Malfoy, and as the person he was he NEVER got as good as grades as he was getting now.

Ron was walking down the hall when Hermione stopped him and drug him into an empty class room. She paced back and forth for a minute or so before looking at Ron and Screaming,

"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM, YOU ARSE" Ron stared at her. He had never heard Hermione use such foul language.

"ANSWER ME YOU FOUL GIT!"

Ron gulped even though it was not necessary,

"Hermione, you wouldn't understand."

"I know you Ron and there is something wrong, you're different."

"I am but you won't understand why."

Hermione got extremely close to him and whispered,

"I will try to understand Ron." Ron could hear the tears in her shaky voice. He hated to make her cry so he gulped at the unnecessary air and replied,

"I'm a monster Hermione." She placed a hand on his chest and whispered,

"You could never be a monster Ron, never"

"You would hate me if I told you"

Hermione shook her head, "I could never hate you Ron, because I love you."

"I'm a vampire Hermione" She gasped and shook her head.

"There's no way" She spluttered out. He grabbed her hand whispered,

"Feel." He placed her hand over were his heart would have been, She gasped and began to cry. She knew better than to think he would have made it out of that battle by himself, all the injuries he with stood. She looked at him and whispered,

"I still love you." They brought their lips together softly. As they broke apart Ron whispered,

"I have to tell Harry." Hermione smiled and rubbed her thumb across his bottom lip.

"I'll help" With that their lips met once more before leaving the classroom hand in hand.