A/N: Here is the next chapter guys. Like I said the whole story is done so I will continue posting up tomorrow probably. I hope you all continue to enjoy this story.

Hermione grabbed two mugs of her freshly made hot chocolate off the counter and headed into the living room. She sat down on the couch next to Ron and handed him one mug then keeping the other one for herself. "Sorry about today. The twins check up on me now and then to make sure I'm not making love to some random guy or misbehaving. They should know me well enough by now that I would never be doing those types of things," she said softly and then taking a sip of hot chocolate.

"It's alright Hermione. It was nice seeing the twins though I wish their timing was later on," Ron said, putting his free arm around Hermione. "You aren't one to misbehave, I'll believe that. ," he joked, kissing the top of Hermione's head.

"Yes, it this is very true," Hermione said softly, kissing Ron's cheek lightly. "Yes, the twins should learn to have better timing so they won't come in while we are kissing."

"Yeah, they do tend to have a nack for ruining the fun times in my life," Ron said, kissing Hermione lightly and then holding her tight as he took a sip of his hot chocolate.

Hermione looked down at her hot chocolate and then back up at Ron. "Ron, can you tell me what happened? When you got hurt I mean," She whispered. She wanted and needed to know what caused Ron to be hurt like he had been.

Ron let out sigh and set down his hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of him. "Hermione, I honestly don't remember. The only thing I remember is Harry shouting out my name and nothing else," he whispered, looking Hermione straight in the eyes. "I promise I'll tell you when it comes back to me. Let's play a game of Wizard's Chess to keep out minds off of things," he said, trying to change the mood a bit. He stood up and felt a sharp pain in his leg then felt back on the couch gripping his leg.

Hermione quickly put her mug down and then pulled Ron's hand off his leg. She pulled Ron's pant leg up carefully and saw his leg all swollen. "Ron, why didn't you tell me about this? You have a broken leg and it needs to be healed in certain way," she said, getting off the couch and laying Ron down on the couch then grabbing a pillow off on of the chairs and propping his leg up on it.

Ron groaned, letting Hermione freak over him and his leg as pain went shooting through it over and over again. "I thought it was only a bruise so I didn't say anything," he said calmly, watching Hermione bandage his leg up with a few spells.

"Ron!!" Hermione groaned and then sitting on the edge of the couch next to Ron. "How could you not know?" she asked, brushing Ron's cheek with her finger. She couldn't believe that he wouldn't have noticed it any when he got dressed the night before.

"I'm sorry Hermione," Ron whispered, taking Hermione's hand and then pulling her down to him in a kiss. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you but I swear I didn't know my leg was broken," he whispered, staring into Hermione's eyes as she laid half on him. It felt kind of nice to him to have a bit of her weight on him but yet it hurt him a bit as well. He wasn't as well as he thought he was.

Hermione kissed Ron lightly and then stood up, grabbing Ron's blanket then covering him with it. "It is alright," she whispered, kissing Ron one last time before grabbing her blanket and settling herself in a chair next to him. "Try and get some rest, it is late," she said softly.

Ron nodded slowly and let out a sigh. Now he couldn't move any in his sleep which he was know for when he didn't have someone laying their head on his chest. He turned his head and stared at the back of the couch before drifting to sleep.

"Ron, we're surrounded on all sides. We have to put up a fight and a mighty good one," Harry told his friend, not needing to shout it since they where side by side surrounded by Death Eaters on every side. Death Eaters where blocking all the possible exits into the woods where they could run for safety.

"I'm ready to go when you are mate," Ron mumbled, wand at the ready and ready to fight until he couldn't anymore. One thing on his mind telling him he could do it and needed to go on; Hermione. He hadn't seen her for months but he knew no matter what he would love her with all his heart.

"Then go," Harry shouted and then heading towards a group of Death Eaters and casting every spell coming to mind aiming at anyone of them he could.

Ron was found a bit off guard a bit by Harry's sudden charge towards a group of Death Eaters but the small off guard didn't make much difference. He charged to the other half and cast any charm he could manage. He knocked most out right away and was now done to a good dozen. Good yet bad at the same time but it was a start at the very least.

Do it for Hermione. She would want you to do your best and get through it, Ron kept telling himself over and over again in his head. He knew that half the time thoughts of Hermione kept him going on especially in times like this.

He was knocked off his feet and slid face first across the ground but he managed to keep his face off the ground so it wouldn't be scratched up. He jumped up and growled to himself casting with everything he had inside him; all the anger.

He knocked at good few down and was left with six more left. He didn't dare take a look at how Harry was doing from fear that one of the Death Eaters would catch him really off guard. He knocked five out of the six out quickly and was down to one left.

"Tisk tisk Weasley, you won't get rid of me so easily," the voice of the last Death Eater taunted, sounding rather familiar to Ron. "I put up more of a battle then those other losers did."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Ron growled and then grinning widely knowing exactly who the Death Eater was. "Draco Malfoy. I haven't gotten knock out yet, now have I?"

"Shut up Weasel. I'm not like the others. The others' where weak but I'm not," Draco Malfoy snapped and then casting a spell at Ron.

Before Ron had time to hear or block the spell her was hit by the spell. He had no idea what happened because he was still standing fine but only his body was in pain but he couldn't locate where exactly the pain was coming from. Next thing he knew another spell was coming at him and threw him back against the tree.

"Now again I say, I am not weak like that others'," Draco smirked, grinning at the success before him.

"RON!!" Harry shouted, taking notice to what had happened to Ron now that all the Death Eaters he'd fought where finished off. He cast a spell at Draco and knocking Draco out for good. He ran over to Ron's side and saw the bloody wounds on his friend's front.

"Harry," Ron managed to get out, his eyes barely staying open at the moment. "I-If I don't make it, tell Hermione I love her for me. Please," he managed to get out before everything started to get dark for him.

"Ron, you will make it. Please believe that," Harry said, holding his friend tight in his arms but he knew it didn't matter; Ron was already out.

Ron jumped out of his sleep and feeling his leg in pain from the sudden shock. He looked around the Burrow knowing he was alright still except for the fact his leg was in pain. Hermione was asleep in the chair and hadn't moved though she looked like she was in a rather uncomfortable position.

"I'll tell her what happened in the morning. She needs her sleep," he whispered and then laying back down and going back to sleep after a while.