DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, I do not.
Hermione was trembling as she stepped out of the charms classroom. She couldn't hear any disturbance; where was everyone? She looked outside and was surprised to see that the sun was rising. Just how long had she been in that classroom? It had seemed like a few minutes at the most, but the sky told her otherwise…
Hermione decided that going back to the common room was her current best choice, maybe the others would be there. She walked towards the Gryffindor dorms, hoping that the painting had not changed the password. Hermione did not feel safe being anywhere but there, especially tonight.
Soon enough, the fat lady came into view. She was quite frazzled.
"What are you doing here? The others got here ages ago" the fat lady said.
"Anyways, no matter, password?" Hermione was surprised. The fat lady acted as if she had no idea as to what had just happened.
Hermione muttered the password and the painting swung open, revealing a common room completely crowded, yet completely silent. They were all staring at Hermione.
Ron was first to react.
"What was the dummy spell Fred and George taught me to turn Scabbers Yellow?" Ron asked her. Hermione sighed. She didn't feel like remembering at that moment but racked her brain anyway.
"Sunshine daisies butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow," Hermione answered.
The change was immediate. The entire common room burst into applause. Ron kissed her, his lips soft as ever.
"We thought you were dead," he whispered.
Hermione kissed him back. Ron was sweaty, and he was bloody from the battle, but she didn't care.
"Ron, we need to talk, get Harry, and we'll meet in your dorm.
A few minutes later, the trio sat on Rons bed. Harry sat, looking off into space.
"Dumbledore died," Ron muttered.
"Snape killed him."
Hermione turned, surprised to hear her best friend speak.
He had a bitter look on his face.
"It was a blow to all of us, but Harry is taking it especially hard.
Hermione bit her lip. So that part of what Voldemort had said was true.
"What is it that you need to talk about Hermione?" asked Harry.
Hermione was curled up on Rons lap. She drew herself up to a sitting position. She took in a deep breath.
"Voldemort wants me to join the Death Eaters."
Ron stood up so fast he knocked Hermione to the floor. Harry fell off his bed, tearing the canopy of his bed.
"HE WHAT?!" they both shouted in unison.
"Keep it down!" Hissed Hermione.
"You two keep quiet while I explain."
They sat back down and listened intently.
Hermione told them everything: The failed memory charm, the disguise, everything.
Harry looked at her.
"What are you going to do?" He asked.
"I don't know." answered Hermione, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"If I don't go, he'll come after all of you. If I do go, I would be your enemy."
Harry stood up and began pacing back and forth across the floor.
"What if you went, not as a true Death Eater, but as a spy. It would be perfect, we would have a source on the inside and-" Harry was stopped short by Ron's glares.
"Hermione is not going anywhere," He growled as he pulled Hermione towards him. She wrestled free of his grip and, without looking at him, said,
"That is actually not a bad idea."
Ron fumed.
"Hermione! What if something happened to you, what would I do then?"
Hermione snuggled up close to Ron.
"And what would I do if I didn't go, and they did something to hurt you?"
Ron had no response to that. Hermione nodded.
"Its decided then. There really wasn't any choice in the beginning. I'm going. Ron, I should be able to floo, he thinks I'm under a false memory charm, he won't expect me to try and leave."
Rons' eyes were red. He knew Hermione well enough to know that once she made a decision, she wasn't coming back from it. Hermione stood up and left him and Harry alone.
Later that night, Hermione was lying in bed, unable to sleep. She couldn't believe the decision she had just made. Her life had changed so much over the course of a few hours. After a while, she was no longer able to bear it. She threw the covers off of her and walked towards Rons room.
Hermione slowly spread the curtains apart, revealing a peacefully sleeping Ron. She climbed in next to him and snuggled up close. He started awake.
"What are you doing 'Mione?" questioned Ron.
Hermione looked at him.
"Saying goodbye," She answered.
She began kissing him, softly at first. Her hands became tangled in his thick red hair. He kissed her back. She felt his warm touch on her back and shuddered. His hands moved towards the shirt she slept in and slowly began undoing the buttons. Hermione let him.
He paused for a second.
"Are you sure you want this Hermione?" he asked gently.
Hermione nodded.
Hermione and Ron fell asleep together, tangled together, skin against skin.
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I promise there will not be a lot of love making scenes in this, I just kinda thought it was necessary, considering what Hermione is about to do. I will not go into anymore detail about this kind of thing anymore than I did this time, promise.
Next we'll have a smol dark Hermione moment, hope you don't mind ;)
~Sasha