Long time no update, I know, I suck. It's been really busy and al that and i'll skip the excuses. I had 90% of this written for like a month at least but didn't find the time to just finish it up. It's not the most eventful chapter in the world but it is rather important. So I hope you enjoy, and the next chapter, which I am so incredibly excited to write (i've been waiting to write the next chapter since I began this story) will be coming soon, as i've already began writing. Thanks for sticking by me, all of you are awesome :)


Hermione was pacing frantically back and forth while muttering inaudibly. Ron however, had his eyes fixed upon the spot to where Harry had just been, before he left with Luna to the Ravenclaw tower. The same words kept repeating in his head.

Destroy the Horcruxes.... But how? Basilisk venom… basilisk…. Where do we… WOAH!

Ron stood up so abruptly Hermione stopped pacing and looked at him questionably.

'Hermione!' he said excitedly, 'I can't believe this… we've been so daft…'

'What? What is it?' asked Hermione stepping closer.

'Well basilisk venom destroys Horcruxes… ' he said laughing, 'and where to we have a life time supply of that?'

Hermione shrieked. 'OH! Oh my goodness! Ron!' she grabbed his arm in anticipation. 'Let's go!' and she ran towards the place Harry had just exited.

Ron grinned slightly as he watched her run, and only after catching Ginny's perplexed eye, he muttered, 'Uh… Bathroom.' He caught a glimpse of Ginny's raised eyebrows as he ran after her.

***

'I can't help wonder as to why he built this in the girls bathroom…' mumbled Ron.

He was looking around the bathroom reminiscing their times here in second year. Their brewing of polyjuice potion, and Moaning Myrtle.

Hermione did not acknowledge this comment. 'Okay.' She said, her brow furrowed slightly with concentration. 'How do we get in?'

She was staring at the familiar serpent decorated sinks that belonged to the abandoned bathroom on the third floor.

'We speak parseltongue.' Ron said simply.

Hermione gave him a look, a look that could only be described as, 'the Hermione look' the one she enjoyed giving to Ron and Harry when they failed to understand the key to a problem or question.

'Really? It's good that we can both speak it then isn't it?'

Ron restrained a smile. 'You know Hermione, this new found sarcasm is beginning to get-'

'Ron!' she cut him off.

'Alright, alright' he said, raising his arms above his head. 'Um… I heard Harry speak it when he opened the locket… I can try that… '

'Yes!' Hermione exclaimed, 'Yes, try that.'

'Okay…' Ron said uncertainly before producing a somewhat strangled hiss that would make anyone passing by question his mentality.

Nothing happened.

'Er… try again?' offered Hermione.

'Oh come on, this is rubbish, you know it.'

'No it's not, oh come on Ron, I know you can do this, just keep trying and you'll get it eventually.' She encouraged.

Ron sighed and produced a similar hissing sound but with no avail.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off. 'I'll try it again.'

After pondering for a moment, for the third time he copied Harry's parseltongue and to Hermione's surprise as well as his own, one of the sinks lowered down into the ground and the others followed until both Ron and Hermione were staring at a great big black hole.

Mouth gaped Ron could hardly believe that he succeeded and continued to stare at the whole until he felt Hermione's arms around his neck, and her warm lips on his cheek.

'I knew you could do it Ron, that was brilliant.' She said, stepping away from him and peering down into the hole.

Ron, face flushing joined her and mumbled something along the lines of, 'No problem.'

'Do we just jump in? How do we get out once we've got the basilisk teeth?'

Raising his hand outstretched, Ron said firmly, 'Accio broom.' And within seconds an old broom was flying in their direction. 'Now we can jump,' said Ron as he caught the broom.

'Together?' asked Hermione, taking his hand.

'Together.' He replied. And they jumped.

***

Ron had never been in this room before and was looking around in awe. The place was huge, long granite floors colored in green and turquoise, with a giant Serpent mouth engraved in each wall. It was a very intimidating space.

'Oh my….' mumbled Hermione mouth slightly ajar, staring at the giant serpent that lay dead on the floor. 'Harry fought that in second year?'

'Yeah,' replied Ron. Tempted to say 'Well I helped' but thought better of it. 'Pretty mental, I know. So… we better get its teeth then. How to we go about doing tha-'

'Impedimenta!' yelled Hermione, pointing her wand at the basilisks teeth making most of the teeth fall out in different directions.

'Okay then. Like that.' Said Ron sheepishly.

'So, who should destroy it?' asked Hermione worriedly.

'You should.' Said Ron quickly. 'You haven't gotten the opportunity to do it yet.'

As soon as he said it, he regretted it. But at that point Hermione was looking interested.

'I- I suppose so. So… do you just stab it then?'

'Yup, just… stab.'

Hermione raised the basalisk fang high into the air, prepared to bring it back down into the center of the cup, but before she could,

'Wait!'

Hermione looked at him.

'If it says anything to you, anything at all, don't believe it. Any of it.'

She stared at him then for a couple seconds. And Ron felt as if he was shrinking under her gaze. It was so… what was the word? Understanding? Intelligent? He felt that whatever it was he was thinking right then, was instantly clear to her. Finally she nodded and with a deep breath brought down the fang into the cup.

There was a piecing scream and then the cup started to shrivel. It was twisting, trashing and blackening. It looked as if it were something alive that was being tortured.

Hermione dropped it from her grasp and clung onto Ron, both watching it die, as if hypnotized. There was a final wail and the cup was still.

Hermione shuddered. Ron was silent.

'So, is that what happened when you stabbed the locket?'

'No.' Ron replied, before he could stop himself.

'It told you stuff didn't it?' It was more of a statement then an answer and she turned to face Ron.

He remained silent. His eyes still transfixed on the decaying cup.

'Tell me what it said.'

He looked at her, meeting her gaze and put his hands on both her shoulders.

'I promise you, I will tell you everything that happened that night. Just not right now.'

And maybe it was because of his frightened expression, or his eyes locked so unbreakably against hers that made her nod, without protest.

She reached for the fangs on the ground and scooped them up into her arms.

'Let's get out of here,' she said, as Ron pulled Hermione up on to the broom.

And then they were off, and all Ron could think about was the relief he felt about the horcrux not torturing Hermione the way it tortured him.


It wasn't a very very long chapter, and the reason being, I honestly don't think very much could have happened when Hermione destroyed the horcrux because she wasn't emotionally attached to it. For that reason I doubt it would reveal her hidden fears as the locket did to Ron. I considered, doing that but there are so many chapters out there like that and I just decided I wouldn't. I hope none of you are too disappointed. Best chapter ever coming soon!!!