A/N: School is next week and I'm VERY SAD.. Please check out my profile for the NEW schedule of my stories, for I will only be updating each once a week. Thanks to JeanAndBilius, heronlove, ScarletProphecy14, fons19, Ron'sLoveMahima, Orange Chicken and the mysterious Guest! This is the last chapter for GoF and we'll be moving on to OotP (thank Merlin)!

As always, feedback is appreciated! :D

I decided to make another story because I've been literally dying to make that idea a story! So check of Behind This Cold Walls!

Warning: Obvious swearing

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Chapter 36 ~ Breaking into Pieces

The shield had finally shattered, making the hungry werewolf pounce on Hermione. It roared and drooled on her. The stone fell from Hermione's hand and she started to panic.

"Angry," the blood red furred werewolf snarled at her. "LIAR!"

Her chocolate brown eyes widened. "What are you-"

"YOU LIED TO ME!" he roared, obviously infuriated. "TRUSTED YOU!"

Ron repeatedly slammed Hermione to the ground, making her want to puke. Staring at his dangerous glowing red eyes made her frightened. She had never experienced something so pressuring and hurtful in her life. Lying to Ron every time he asked about Viktor, made her feel the worst person in the whole world. Ron was her whole world. A world that would soon collapsed in front of her frightened eyes.

She could hear Viktor laughing at the whole scene.

"R-Ron," Hermione managed to speak up.

"WHY!?" he yelled at her, showing off his sharp deadly teeth.

Tears cascaded down her cheeks. She lied just to keep him safe, knowing that it would hurt him eternally by her lies. She just wanted to keep him from harm's way so she could take in everything he should've experience.

" I - I did it to protect you," she sobbed out. "I can't bear to see you being tortured from that sick minded arse."

"Could've told me," he retorted. "You no like me, that's why!"

"Preposterous!" she firmly exclaimed in a genuine confident voice. "I like you, as my friend Ron!"

Tears were flooding her vision, making the werewolf look like a stain of blood. "C-can't you see? I know what I've done wrong! I'll n-never forgive myself! I never will!"

Hermione escaped from the grasp of the strong werewolf. She backed away from it.

"N-never!" she broke down to tears. Hermione hid her face from the creature known as the best friend, Ron Weasley. "Everytime I lied to you about Viktor, I felt like I was going to die! Right then a-and there!"

Ron's eyes looked at the girl with bushy brown hair, hanging her head down in shame. She placed her hands over her face as she tried to sobbed her problems away.

"'Ermione," Ron said her voice in a soft whisper. He crawled on all his fours and tried to gently placed his huge hands on her small shoulders. In an instant as Ron touched her, Hermione yelled out in genuine fear.

"You've shocked 'er, yee voul vuck!" Viktor mocked him. "That's zee effects of zee potion! It makes yee lose control ov yourself!"

Ron roared out in guilt and held his hands over his head, tugging on his fur. He watched Hermione trying to back away from him, only to squeeze herself more against the cold walls.

Ron turned around to face Viktor's happy expression.

"YOU!" Ron growled at him, making Viktor jump. "YOU ARSE!"

Fueled by his hate, he smashed walls and grabbed Viktor by his head. He threw him across the room, knocking him out. Then, Ron heard voices approaching wherever the hell they were.

"GET ON THE FLOOR" a voice shouted. Ron looked over to see Hermione still huddling in a little ball. He was determined to protect Hermione from their potential threat. The door broke off and a group of Aurors pointed their wands at the blood red furred werewolf.

"Stupefy!" an Auror shouted at Ron, letting darkness swallow him whole. The last thing he could hear was Hermione yelling out his name in fear.

"HERMIONE!" Ron yelled out her name, finding himself in the Hospital Wing. His eyes frantically searched everywhere, desperately looking for answers. He looked over to see his parents who were rushing towards him, Madam Pomfrey followed behind.

"Ronnie," her mother, a plump and short woman, came to hug him into a comforting hug. His lanky father stood there, adjusting his eyeglasses a bit.

"Oh, Ron, what happened? We heard about you being a werewolf and all," his mother broke off the hug and cupped his pale face.

"I - I could've killed her. I lost control, again," Ron went to hug his mother for reassuring comfort.

"It wasn't your fault, Ron," he heard his father. "It was He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named fault. They've already sent Viktor Krum off to Azkaban."

"Hermione..?" the flaming red-orange haired boy asked to both of his parents.

"She's safe, dear," Molly said with a smile.

Ron smiled gleefully, but he soon found himself frowning. "What happened though? I remember she was whimpering I-"

"She just needed time on her own," his father responded. "Though she has an important request for you though that you could only fulfil."

"What is it?" Ron desperately asked.

"She asks for your forgiveness," the eldest Weasley said to his son.

Ron's eyes softened at her request. She just couldn't move on without him forgiving her. "Yes. Of course I forgive her.."

His expression then turned emotionless. This year showed him how dangerous he really was. He was designed to kill, not hang around like there wasn't a care in the world. He felt himself mature a bit and he could care less. That was a part of growing up. Right? You learn more about yourself, good or bad, vice versa. The more you learn, the more you shape up as that person. Ron's eyes traveled down to his blanket.

He hoped that next school year would be a good one. As if that's going to happen. Normal wasn't what he wanted to aim for. Ron wanted a year full of uniqueness and happiness. If anyone could do that, it could be him! He remembered promising his mother and father that he would always keep them genuinely happy and safe, even when the clouds were mundane.

For now, he needed to clear his head out, before he could make people smile once more.

He then sighed out. "Can I go home early though?"

The two parents looked at each other. His mother spoke up, "Why, dear? You haven't even gotten the chance to say farewell to Hermione or Harry."

"Please, Mum," Ron whispered to them. "I just wanna go home."

Then hesitantly nodded their head and with Dumbledore's consent, Ron took in the smell he missed the most.

Home..

"Ron," came his mother's motherly voice. "If you need anything," she squeezed her son's hand. "You're not alone."

Ron smiled and lipped her a thank you. He walked up the stairs and laid on his Chudley Cannons themes bed. He looked up at the ceiling, slightly remembering what he did under the potion. He remembered Hermione's cries, that's for sure. He sighed, and closed his eyes.

He knew leaving Hermione, his mate, could lead him to bloodlust, but he just wanted a day where peace could be found. Even if it lasted for only a second.

He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named was waltzing around the Wizarding world along with his army of Death Eaters, terrorizing the whole world. He remembered feeling emens hatred and jealousy towards his best mate. What kind of best friend was he?

Ron laid to his sides and looking at the crest moon that shone across the large pond in the near distance.

"I promise that I'll make everyone happy and safe," Ron whispered to himself. "Even if it costs me my life.."

A Gryffindor with bushy brown hair rushed towards the Hospital Wing do to her nightly visit to a certain boy with flaming red-orange hair. She pushed through the heavy oak wood doors and stepped in the infirmary.

"I was expecting you to come here during this hour," came Madam Pomfrey's voice,

making Hermione jump a bit. "If you're looking for Mister Weasley, I'm afraid that he's gone back home."

"Wh-what?" Hermione questioned. "I was going to ask him-"

"He forgives you, Miss Granger," the healer said as she folded up a blanket. "Now he's asking for your forgiveness."

Hermione bit her bottom lip and walked away back to her dorm.

The healer sighed out. "And I thought things couldn't get any more worse.."

A/N: Sorry if this seemed a little too short. It was technically just a chapter for the closure of GoF! Thanks for reading, friend! :D