Ron didn't know what to say, he stared at Hermione, losing himself in her soft brown eyes. "What do you mean you don't know?"

Hermione shrugged helplessly. "Werewolves can't distinguish between friend or foe, they have no control over their conscious thoughts. I did."

"Bloody hell." Ron gasped. "Should we tell someone about this? I'm sure Lupin can help, I mean he is a Werewolf after all."

Ron began turning away but Hermione grabbed his hand. "No!" She gasped, "Please don't! I don't to be locked up and poked and prodded."

"I don't know." He mumbled staring at his hand which was enclosed in Hermione's, he tried to ignore the tingling in his groin. "I think we should tell someone."

"Please, no." Hermione closed the distance between them so they were stood only a few centimetres apart. His breath caught in his throat as he looked into her pleading eyes. "Please." She repeated.

Ron didn't know what to do, he didn't know what was best. "I guess it wouldn't hurt if we didn't tell anyone."

Hermione smiled. "Thank you so much!" She leant in a kissed him, it was only a light kiss but it sent shivers down her entire body. It was as if she had been zapped with electricity and she knew a kiss couldn't do that, something was messing with her senses. She was definitely changing, she never had this much confidence before.

When Hermione stepped back Ron stared down at her in wonder his mouth gaping. Hermione released his hand and smiled. "If the wind changes your face will get stuck like that." She said turning and walking towards the house.

Ron clamped his jaw shut and stared after Hermione, he quickly jogged up to her. "What does this mean?" He said falling into step beside her.

"What do you want it to mean?" She asked,

"Does this mean you like me?"

"I've always liked you Ronald," Hermione sighed stopping in front of the Burrow. "Losing my parents has made me realise, you can't wait for anything. You've got to live like there is no tomorrow."

"Right." Ron's voice caught in his throat. "So you're my girlfriend now?"

Hermione nodded, "But you won't be for much longer if your mum finds us not working."

"Right." Ron repeated.

They walked into the Burrow to find Mrs Weasley peeling sprouts, Harry was sat at the dinner table folding napkins.

"Have you finished the chickens?" Mrs Weasley asked barely glancing up from the vegetables. When Hermione nodded she began rattling off other chores which needed to be done before the wedding.

Once Hermione had left the room, Ron sat down next to Harry and began folding napkins. "Don't you think you're going a little hard on her?" He said.

Mrs Weasley looked over at her son and gave him a sad smile. "Sometimes doing things stops the pain because you're distracted."

Ron sighed. "I guess so."

Ron couldn't believe he had his arms wrapped around Hermione's waist as they swayed in tune to the music. He kept a mantra going in his head: Don't make a fool of yourself. He could feels Harry's eyes on them who was slouched in the corner table. He could also see Krum's scowl which made him feel a little bit more confident.

He never wanted this moment to end, but he soon found himself sat beside Harry at the table. "Bloody hell." He repeated for the second time.

Harry nodded silently, Ron followed his gaze to where his sister stood talking to one of their family members. Ron had come to terms with Harry dating his little sister but that didn't mean he liked to see them together. He kept on reminding himself that at least he could trust Harry.

There was a crash and a patronous appeared in the middle of the room. "They're coming." It spoke quietly. The room had gone silent as all eyes watched the glowing animal disappear into the night. Screams filled the room as panicked witches and wizards apparated to safety.

Ron stood up as black figures began appearing, his eyes roamed the room desperately for the mop of curly brown hair. With a sinking heart he couldn't see Hermione amongst the clamour of guests.

He felt something tug on his sleeve and he glanced back to se Harry dragging him backwards. "We've got to go!" His green eyes were filled with panic.

"What about 'mione?" Ron asked turning to look around the room.

"She'll find us." Harry said. "I know she will."

Ron was about to argue when there was a crack and he was sucked into the sickening void. He was soon released from Harry's tight grip and he sprawled across the path of Grimwald. Dragging himself to his feet he grabbed Harry by the shoulders.

"What the hell!" He shouted. "Hermione would never leave us behind!"

"Ron, let go!" Harry gasped trying to pry his friends grip from his shoulders. "She'll be fine! She's more powerful than us!"

"Yeah she was! Not now her parents are dead!"

"She's more powerful now than she ever was before!"

"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?"

Harry sighed as he realised his efforts were fruitless against Ron's iron like grip, he could tell he had been working out over the holidays. He didn't have the strength before. "It means," he said quietly. "That she has nothing left to lose."

"So?"

"So," he sighed. "She won't regret anything, because she hasn't got to keep proving herself anymore. We're going to have to do everything we can to make sure we don't lose her."

Ron released his friend and slumped down on the front step. "She'll definitely make it though?"

"I hope so," Harry said sitting down next to his friend. "Or we are royally screwed."


A/N:

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and yes it has been a long time since I last updated. This is the outcome of procrastination. Hopefully I can finish it.

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