Thanks to the reviews so-far. Really encouraging so cheers

And a note on my updates, i will try to update in the evening so that people can read and review during the day, and also probably 3-4 updates a week. i have some big things planned plus a bonus at the end

Oh and Anthony37, i cannot promise that. but we shall see

So anyway finally onto chapter 2 - How does Harry react? Read on and see

Chapter 2

"NO not that bit Harry, You'll bring the roof down!" Said Professor Flitwick and Harry turned round and look down at the wizened wizard.

"What roof?" Harry answered sarcastically and looked up at the bright sunshine streaming in from the gaping hole in the ceiling.

Flitwick looked up at Harry and said:

"Just because you have defeated the greatest evil wizard this world has ever seen and lived to tell the tale does not give you..." then he stopped because Harry's eyebrows had raised and his mouth had broken into a smile.

"Ah bugger it" said Flitwick "Alright yes you can" he conceded a huge smile breaking across his face.

"Uh Harry..." said Professor Slughorn who was sitting down on a piece of debris to catch his breath and pointing down the corridor over Harry's shoulder. Harry turned and saw his best female friend walking towards him. Harry's breath caught in his chest as he saw how beautiful she was, walking down the corridor with the light bringing out slight red hints in her bushy brown mane and her pale cream skin of her legs, visible below the knee length blue skirt she was wearing, seeming to glisten in the noon sun. He looked at her face expecting to see a look of possibly sarcasm about the fact he was working manually not with magic, but instead he saw something that he had rarely seen in her eyes.

Fear.

He hadn't seen that look since Malfoy Manor and his thoughts of her legs vanished and were replaced with worry and concern for his friend.

"Hermione whats wrong?" he asked his voice almost breaking at the look of pain in her eyes.

"I need to talk to you" she said her voice did break when she said this and she looked over his shoulder to where the two Professors were standing silently watching them. Harry turned as well and look imploringly at Flitwick and the little man nodded. Harry gave him a small smile of thanks and took Hermione's hand and (now for once grateful that Voldemort had crippled the castle) apperated the two of them out of the corridor.

They appeared in a graveyard. This was not something that Hermione expected, but when she looked around she knew where she was.

Godrics Hollow.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened?" said Harry who was standing patiently by her side still holding her hand. Hermione looked down at their interlocked fingers and smiled to herself.

"Ron" was all she said. Harry's expression of worry changed to one of disapproval. In the last week relations between the males of the "Golden Trio" had been rather frosty. It had started when Ginny had tried to have sex with him but he had turned her down. she had accepted it but not happily and she had gone and complained to either Mrs Weasley or Ron. It didn't matter which one she had gone to the result was the same, Ron had come up to Harry and demanded to know why he was rejecting Ginny. it had got quite heated and would had probably ended with a fight (Harry was secretly sorry that it hadn't, he had been looking forwards to knocking Ron down a peg or two) until Hermione stepped in between them and dragged Ron out of the room. As she left Harry's eye's had been drawn to her behind, because as she pulled Ron away from the conflict he had noticed that her jeans were very tight and he could see through them when they were in the right light, which happened just as she got to the doorway. A shaft of light was stabbing through the window and the beam was shining on the floor just in front of the door, so that when she stepped through it he saw, for a single second, her underwear (if you could call a piece of lace that looked more like dental floss, underwear)

But Harry's thoughts were drawn away, reluctantly, from Hermione's knickers back to the present day when the witch in question started speaking again.

"He tried to jump me in the room, but i didn't want to and he really wasn't gentle..." Hermione was saying quickly as if she was afraid that someone would hear her.

"What did he do?" Harry asked in a flat voice, all trace of disapproval gone and replaced by sheer anger. So she led him to a nearby bench and told him everything that happened holding his hand the whole time. When she got to him casting the crucio curse, her voice faltered because Harry's face was suddenly hard and stone and cold as ice. Hermione looked at him and she could see a conflict going on in his eyes.

Harry was fighting with himself. On the one hand he wanted to go back and kick Ron to within an inch of his life, but doing this would certainly upset Hermione even more than she was now. On the other hand he knew he should report this to the Minister. He knew the minister would listen to him, seeing as how the minister was Kingsley Shacklebolt, but he didn't want to bother Shack with this cause he was very busy trying to make the ministry a bit more effective and a bit less inbred.

"Right" he said and stood up. He had decided what to do. Hermione looked up from her lap and looked at him questioningly.

"What Harry" she said her voice small and hurt.

"Don't you worry 'Mione. Look go to Grimmauld place and wait for me there OK?"

"OK Harry, but what are you going to do?"

"There is a certain Weasley who needs my attention" he said and he reached down to help her up. He looked a her for a brief moment and then swiftly lent in and placed a small chaste kiss to her cheek then he pulled back and with a slight smile and a quite pop he apperated into the night. Hermione stood for a moment rubbing her cheek.

"What was that kiss for?" She wondered. Then she decided to do what Harry had said. She would ask him later. With another quite pop she vanished from the graveside.