Hermione sat upright and looked at Barty. She didn't know what she just did but right now she had to talk to Ron. Grabbing her clothes she frantically put them on. Smirking, Barty watched her.

"What's the rush," he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her down onto his lap.

"I need to, erm. I have..."

"Oh you're not going anywhere. Besides tonight you will be meeting with the Dark Lord. He's proud of what you did at the church."

Hermione felt his hand glide up her thigh, "then say I shall do," Hermione cut herself off and gasped at the feeling of his other hand grasping her breast. "Barty... I need to get clean... clothes from my place."

Barty pressed light kisses and nibbles along the back of her neck, ''well I think I can let you go for ten minutes," he held her tighter, "but come back soon," he whispered letting her go so she could get up. Hermione threw on her coat and walked to the front door.

"I'll be back as soon as I can."

Hermione opened the door and ran to the lift, pressing the button. When the doors opened she got in and sat down in the corner, buried her face in her hands and started sobbing. What was going on? How could she do this to Ron? He didn't deserve it but it felt so good and she didn't know how to stop herself.

Ron sat down on the bed that Hermione and he shared. He had not seen her since their fight and he was starting to get worried. She left and didn't say goodbye. Looking around the room he couldn't stop himself from feeling helpless. Hermione was the one thing keeping him sane in this war but she just wanted to be focused on this mission. He didn't even know what she was doin and it scared him more than anything because she was slowly slipping away from him. First she refused his marriage proposal now she went away without telling him.

Hermione opened the bedroom door and walked in slowly. She saw Ron sitting on the bed and felt her heart break all over again.

"Hermione we need to talk," Ron stated, walking towards her.

Hermione walked to the wardrobe, "what Ron? I really need to get dressed. I got..."

"To go out again and not come home. Leaving me worried sick. Hermione anything could have happened to you. I just want to know you're okay."

Hermione sighed, finding a long black skirt and a black vest she looked at him.

"Ronald, I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself."

Ron walked closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist while resting his chin on her shoulder, "Hermione, I love you."

Hermione held in her tears, "you too."

Ron let her go, "Hermione you haven't told me that you love me in a long time."

Hermione turned to face him and leaned in to kiss him lightly. He grabbed her arms as he deepened the kiss and lightly pushed her against the wardrobe. Hermione felt him deepen the kiss and could feel his hand gently caress her back. Hermione lightly gasped as she felt him kiss slowly down her neck. Unbuttoning her shirt, he continued kissing down her stomach. She bit her lip at the feeling of Ron's mouth and hands on her body but she couldn't bite back her squeals of pleasure.

"Ron, oh Ron," she moaned. Ron grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Hermione say it. Please just say it once."

Hermione looked down into his eyes, "I love you."

Ron smiled, laying her down on the bed and slowly unbuttoned her jeans.

"Ron... I really can't, I'm going to be late."

Ron looked at her, "cant' you just blow it off? We haven't been alone in a long time," he said this as he slowly rubbed her thighs.

"Ron please," she said sitting up, "when I get home. I promise."

Ron sat on the edge of the bed sulking, "what if I'm not in the mood?"

Hermione clenched her fists over the pillow, "look I need to get ready."

Taking her clothes she went to the bathroom and got in the shower. It was like being a kid again. If Ron didn't get his way he became unbearably immature.

Barty walked out of the shower, it felt better to be clean but his bed still smelt of her. Hell his whole apartment smelt of her. Getting dried off and dressed, he heard a knock on the door and rushed to answer it. Opening it he saw Bellatrix. She looked at him and walked into the hall without an invitation.

"So, she's not here?"

Barty shrugged, "why should it matter? Why are you here?"

Bella just continued walking to the kitchen and took out a glass and helped herself to some firewhiskey.

"Please help yourself." Barty said sarcastically as he followed her.

"Oh Barty what you told me got me thinking," Bella said sipping her drink as Barty closely watched her as she continued, "Barty in the end of it all we are truely just servants of the Dark Lord and what you did with her, it was fun but Barty she isn't a real woman."

Bella slowly unbuttoned her long overcoat and Barty stood there in shock as he saw her wearing a bustier and knickers. Both were black satin. He finally found his voice.

"Bella. What the hell," he spat as she walked closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him into a tight kiss.

Hermione walked out of the lift taking slow deep breaths and approached Barty's door. It was already open so she knocked lightly and walked inside. As she walked through the hall she spotted movement out of the corner of her eye and she looked into the kitchen. Barty was kissing Bellatrix. Hermione made a small noise and she turned on her heel and ran away.