Lost in Translation

Chapter Nine

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters.

A/N: Hello all! Friendly reminder of the rating of this story...this chapter is a doozy. Enjoy and Happy New Year!

Falling apart

When you're so far

You're the only thing that I can't lose

I can't lose

You filled in the cracks, didn't know I had

Melting my heart from the broken glass

Now in every part of me, it's you

And I don't want nobody else

Closer than you are

Closer than you

I can't let in someone else

Closer than you are

Closer than you

Closer Than You - William Black & AMIDY

Complicated

Dear Billy,

All in. What an amazing yet terrifying idea. I completely understand the feeling when you say that you have been afraid to open up and be yourself. I have found that I've actually spent the majority of my life scared of what other people think of me and feeling like I only fit in certain expected boxes. I'm too serious. I think too much. I'm not pretty enough. But, I've realized over time, and partly I have these letters from you to thank for this, that I can't dwell on those negative thoughts.

I finally was able to take some time this weekend and indulge in some of my favorite hobbies. Would you believe that I love to read books? (definitely sarcasm, which I know doesn't always translate well over written communication). I also recently started to learn how to knit. I know it's not the most exciting of hobbies, and I don't think I'm very good at it, but I'm trying. I'm trying something new and for that I feel like I am already progressing towards a new me. This year, I will continue to grow outside of my comfort zone.

What did you do over the weekend? I want to know more about your life and how you spend your time. I'm currently imagining how we could be spending that time together - soon, hopefully soon.

Until next time,

Jeanie

Ron scanned over Jeanie's latest letter and was cognizant of the large lump that was lodged in his throat. He was sitting at his typical corner table in the near empty bookshop and was tapping his quill aggressively against the table, consumed in his thoughts.

"Everything all right?" Mr. Bennison was regarding Ron with concern etched across his face.

Ron sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I'm not sure, honestly. I feel so connected to her when I'm reading these letters...but, is that all it is? A fantasy that I'm hoping will come true? Cause that's not real life is it?"

"If I may ask, what is it exactly that you define as real life?"

"Real life is...complicated. And confusing. And these letters with Jeanie are just...the opposite of that. Is it too perfect? I mean, could this really go anywhere once we finally meet?"

Mr. Bennison contemplated his confession for a minute. "I understand your hesitancy. But, perhaps there is another question you could ask yourself. What is happening in real life that is making you think that these letters are too good to be true?"

Hermione. Ron had an answer and he was well aware that he was starting to feel confused over what it was exactly that he...felt for her. Half the time he was completely enraged by something she was doing or saying. The other half of the time, as he was starting to get to know her, the walls she built up around herself were caving in. He would be lying if he didn't admit that he enjoyed spending time with that side of her.

"My advice?" Bennison continued, "Start writing. Maybe it will help you sort out all of these feelings you have," He offered a gentle pat on Ron's shoulder before letting him have his privacy.

Ron exhaled deeply and took Mr. Bennison's advice as he began to write whatever came to him first.

Dear Jeanie,

I can't say that I share your love for books or that I know the first thing about knitting, but I can tell you that I definitely enjoy learning more about what you enjoy. I can imagine us sitting contently in the same room together, you reading a book and me writing or even eating a sandwich (I do love to eat). Just being together...I bet it would be lovely.

I wish I could say that my weekend was great. In some ways it was. But in other ways, it just left me confused. I'm a little stressed out by some things happening at work and it has left me thinking that I may not know what my next move in life might be after all. I swear I'm not all talk when I say that I want to continue evolve into a better version of myself, but I'm finding it hard to find the motivation. Do you have any advice?

Enjoy the new you, as long as you are still the same person at your core. I really like that person.

Billy

"Morning, mate!" Ron strolled cheerfully into the Auror offices on Monday morning and was confronted by a rather skeptical Harry.

"You're...happy."

"It is a common emotion Harry, perhaps you should try it sometime," Ron shot back sarcastically.

Harry barked out a laugh. "This couldn't have anything to do with a woman who may work on this very same floor, could it?"

Ron sent a glare Harry's way. "Oh, don't start. You wanted us to be friendly and now we are…" Were they friendly? "...not displeased to be in each other's company."

Harry definitely noticed the hesitation. "Ron, it's okay to admit that you may, you know…" Harry seemed to fumble with his words, causing Ron to give him a funny look, "...like her."

"Like her? Like Hermione? As in like her like her?"

Harry sighed in exasperation. "Yes Ron, we're not bloody teenagers anymore, but yes like her...as more than a friend."

"Blasphemy." Ron attempted to busy himself with the files in front of him on his desk, but Harry only scooted his chair closer.

"You're not doing yourself or her any favors by ignoring this, you know," Harry hummed.

"Fine," Ron slammed the papers he was holding back on the desk, "I'm attracted to her. Is that what you want me to say, Harry? Doesn't mean I should do anything about it. Besides…" Ron hesitated. He wasn't sure he was quite ready to admit to Harry that he was carrying on a secret pen pal relationship with another woman who he was also having…potential feelings for. "It just-it just wouldn't work, okay?"

"Why not?" Harry urged on.

"Uhm, I'm pretty sure you've been a witness during several interactions between us where all we can do is argue. Do you really think anyone can build a relationship off of that?"

"Look mate, it seemed to me Friday night that you guys were starting to move past your shite. Yeah, you have your differences, but so do any couple. Doesn't mean you shouldn't just see where it can go," Harry advised.

Ron faced a clear internal battle. Jeanie. Hermione. His situation was much more complicated than Harry knew, but if he pursued things any further with Hermione, he could risk hurting Jeanie. Likewise, if he pursued things further with Jeanie, he could end up screwing things up royally with Hermione both personally and professionally. That is, if she was even feeling an ounce of the attraction that he felt towards her.

"Oh, hey Hermione!" Harry called out brightly from behind him, causing Ron to sputter and accidentally topple over and out of his chair onto the floor.

Ron groaned, looking behind him only to realize that Hermione was nowhere to be found and Harry was laughing hysterically from his seat. He was, however, rather successful at garnering the attention of the rest of the auror team who were howling in amusement.

"You'll pay for that one, Potter," Ron seethed, getting up quickly and slapping him upside the head.

Hermione had made good on her promise to Ron and managed to spend most of her weekend work-free and consumed by some much needed relaxation. Granted, she spent the better first half of it nursing a nasty hangover, but she felt rather refreshed come Monday.

Although, her relaxation bubble quickly burst upon returning to the office and instantly feeling overwhelmed by the massive amounts of paperwork that she needed to catch up on from her recent trials, as well as preparing for the benefit scheduled for the upcoming weekend.

She was attempting to review notes from a case when a knock at her door startled her. She looked up to find Ron standing there, smiling tentatively at her.

"Don't…" Hermione warned, rubbing her forehead in irritation.

"I wasn't going to say anything," Ron held his hands up defensively.

"Yes, you were," she grumbled back.

"So...how are you feeling?"

"I knew you were going to say something!" Hermione snapped.

"Bloody hell, I just asked if you were okay, sorry to be such a bother," Ron rolled his eyes, but remained perched against the office door with his arms crossed, making no move to leave.

"Fine, what else did you want?" She mumbled without looking up, adding her signature to several reports rapidly.

Ron held up a black tie, "Does this match the...er...dress you are planning to wear this Saturday night?"

Hermione looked up then, interested in the unexpected change in conversation topics. She raised her eyebrows. "Ron, it's black. It goes with everything. Besides, my dress will also be black." She returned her gaze to her paperwork as Ron exhaled loudly.

Hermione looked up again in annoyance. "Something else I can help you with, Mr. Weasley?"

"I see you've got a mound of paperwork there," he observed as he gestured towards the files on her desk.

"And...your point?" She was clearly growing rather impatient.

"Does that mean you actually..." He paused to omit a fake gasp, "...relaxed over the weekend?"

Hermione fought back a smile. "Get out of here, you mad man."

"I knew it," Ron smiled cheekily before disappearing out the door.

Hermione was left smiling at the spot where he just retreated from, feeling somewhat lighter than she did just a few minutes ago.

The week passed by quickly and Ron and Hermione barely had time to go over the plan for Saturday evening before the day rolled around.

Ron stood in front of the bathroom mirror in his flat, studying his appearance one last time before heading to the gala. He was dressed in black trousers, a white buttoned-down shirt, a black jacket, and a black tie. It was considerably the fanciest dress robes that Ron owned and he patted down his hair once more before feeling satisfied. Checking to make sure he had his wand, Ron pictured the event hall and apparated on the spot.

He found himself just outside the building, watching as many witches and wizards made their way through the front entrance. He followed along, taking in the grand ballroom with awe. He padded down the main staircase, eyes searching for any recognizable faces in the crowd.

He spotted Robards, already chatting with Harry and Ginny. Robards saw him and waved him over as Ron squeezed through the crowds of people. "Excellent turn out, eh?" Ron commented.

"Precisely," Robards nodded in approval. "We've got quite a few prospects to chat with tonight, including Miss Williams, as well as Robert Hastings, a former auror in the department who also previously worked with Mr. Ritter. Harry and I will take the reigns with him. I want you and Hermione to focus all of your efforts on mingling with as many of our guests on that registry list tonight as possible. Bring up Miss Williams' name in every conversation if you have to. Champagne will be passed around all night, so we'll hopefully get people talking."

"Sorted. Have you seen Hermione yet, by the way?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head. "We've just arrived ourselves, but no, I don't think she's here yet."

"Actually…" Ginny interrupted, pointing behind Ron's head.

He turned to follow her gaze and immediately found Hermione standing at the top of the staircase. She dawned a long, floor-length black dress, that included thin straps around her shoulders and a neckline that cut deep into a v-shape, exposing her bare skin.

Ron was already gravitating towards her wordlessly, leaving behind an amused Harry and Ginny.

Bloody Hell.

An unfamiliar emotion swept through him and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He desired her. He desired Hermione Granger. In fact, as he watched Hermione glide down the staircase, he wanted nothing more than to grab her and push her up against the closest wall to have his way with her. And not in the most polite way. Ron shifted uncomfortably in his position at the bottom of the stairs, clasping his hands together in front of his pants to subtly hide the tint of his now throbbing erection. For fuck's sake.

Ron's heart thumped loudly in his chest as Hermione closed the space between them, now standing directly in front of him on the bottom step of the staircase, looking at him expectantly.

"Uh..uhm...wow," Ron stammered, holding her gaze steady as he blushed profusely. "You look positively stunning."

Hermione's smile radiated her face then. "You clean up well yourself, Ronald."

"Shall we?" He murmured holding out his elbow for her to take.

They meandered their way through the crowd to find Harry and Ginny again. Ron leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I'm still not quite sure why we have to appear to be a couple tonight. The whole bloody ministry must be here."

"Oh hush," Hermione retorted quickly as they stood in front of their friends.

"Hermione! You look absolutely lovely!" Ginny complimented, as she leaned over to give her a swift hug.

"Oh thank you, as do you!" Hermione responded with a smile.

"Champagne?" Ron grabbed two glasses from the set offered and handed one over to Hermione before she could even respond. "Cheers!"

"Ron," Hermione scolded, as she watched him take a large swig from his glass. "We can't get drunk tonight, we've got to stay on the plan and start mingling."

"Oi! You're one to talk. Who was it I had to carry out of the pub the other night?" Ron shot back.

Hermione's face grew red, resolving to taking a small sip of her champagne as Harry and Ginny held back their laughter.

"You two…" Harry shook his head, clearly entertained by the scene in front of him.

"Come on," Hermione grasped Ron by the elbow and started guiding him away, "We'll catch up with you two later!" She called back towards Harry and Ginny.

Ron and Hermione made their rounds, talking to as many muggle borns as they could and exhaustion started to set in as they kept asking the same questions with the same responses. Do you know any of the aurors responsible for creating the registry? No. Have you ever met Belinda Williams, another guest of honor? No.

To make matters worse, Belinda was nowhere to be seen and both were starting to feel nervous that she wasn't going to show. Almost ready to give up, Hermione felt hairs prickling up on the back of her neck as she was suddenly consumed with the feeling that someone was watching her. She casually raked her eyes through the crowd before settling on a man standing in the corner. He was wearing a dark hat and staring straight at her with an unreadable expression on his face. Hermione kept her eyes moving, not willing to pause on his face long enough so as not to give away that she noticed him.

Cautiously, Hermione reached out to grab Ron's robes and pulled him in for a tight hug that would be viewed by anyone else as a display of affection.

"What are you doing?" Ron inhaled, yet allowed his arms to wrap around her waist.

"There's a man...over in the corner near the champagne tower. He's watching us," Hermione whispered as she felt Ron's body stiffen, yet he maintained his firm grip on her waist.

He altered their position so that he could get a better view of the corner she described and surreptitiously zeroed in on the man in question. She was right, there was someone staring at them and he felt uneasy with the fact that he didn't recognize him.

"You think he works for Ritter?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know, but we are about to find out. Come on." Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and led her over to the champagne and reached for another glass as a disguise. They sipped lightly on their glasses of champagne while their eyes followed the man who was now roaming around the room, as if he were looking for someone. They both froze as he stopped in front of a young woman with long, dark hair. It was in that moment that they realized he had begun chatting with none other than Belinda Williams.

Before either could move, someone tapped on a microphone and their attention was diverted to the center stage, where Kingsley now stood. "Good evening all, and welcome to this evening's gala!" Cheers erupted from the crowd and Ron and Hermione found it harder to keep track of Belinda and the mysterious man.

"To welcome you all to this wonderful event, may I please present Miss Hermione Granger, a guest of honor this evening, up to the stage!"

Hermione's head snapped towards Kingsley as she heard her name being called. Her heart was racing, seemingly having forgotten that she was expected to speak tonight.

"Go," Ron gently shoved her forward, taking the glass from her hands. "I'll keep a lookout."

Hermione approached the front stage cautiously and was handed the microphone after Kingsley gave her a reassuring smile.

"Hello, everyone!" Hermione called out shakily, feeling nervous jitters with all of the attention squarely on her. "Welcome to tonight's evening honoring all witches and wizards alike. There are so many of us in this room tonight, myself included, who have been silenced and made to feel like they do not belong in the magical world. We are proud to hold this gala tonight to prove that ends now." Applause rang out and Hermione took a deep breath before continuing. "I wanted to personally thank Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mr. Gawain Robards, and the rest of the auror team for their valiant efforts to bring awareness to the witches and wizards who were born to muggle parents. Without your support, we would not be here tonight. Please join me by lifting your glasses in honor of all of those in attendance. Tonight, we are not separated by blood status. We are joined together as one. To the wizarding community as it stands stronger than ever!"

Thunderous clapping rang out throughout the ballroom and Hermione was fulfilled. This was a rather defining moment for her. She had never been one for the spotlight, but to her it was more than having the attention on her. It was about being recognized for being a part of something great.

Hermione found Ron's eyes in the crowd and was surprised to find he was already looking back at her. His mouth was slightly agape and his eyes dazzled with an emotion that looked like...pride.

Her cheeks felt decidedly warm to the touch as she weaved her way through the throng of people, stopping every so often to be given regards from various attendees.

Finally, she had made her way to Ron again, who beamed back at her. "That was an absolutely brilliant speech, Hermione. Truly."

"Thank you," Hermione bowed her head. "See anything new?"

Ron sighed. "No, I lost track of Belinda in the crowd."

Music started playing and several couples joined hands and began to slowly sway around them.

"We'll keep an eye out…" Ron reassured, as he noted the worry in Hermione's eyes. "In the meantime...may I have this dance?"

Hermione gazed down at Ron's outstretched hand and took it gently. "I think I will allow it," she teased and he pulled her close.

The music was slow and melodious, much like Hermione's heart as it thundered within her chest due to the close proximity to Ron Weasley. One of his arms came to wrap around her waist, the other one clasped within hers. Their cheeks were pressed lightly together, as to avoid any and all eye contact. Merlin. What is happening? She was feeling so many emotions.

On the contrary, Ron had already come to terms with his feelings. As he held Hermione in his arms, he was certain what he felt for her had already moved beyond friendly terms. Yet, the question still presented on the forefront of her mind was, What about Jeanie? It was quite unsettling for him to be so confused about two different aspects of his life. Jeanie was...amazing. Perfect in every way. She understood him and she obviously cared to know more about him as a person.

But it was Hermione who was right here in front of him. She was real and the way he felt was real, this he knew for sure. And in that moment, he wasn't sure if anything else mattered.

"Hermione…" Ron breathed out. "I…"

"There she is!" Hermione interrupted. She grabbed a hold of Ron's hand and let him off the dance floor towards a nearby corridor. It was there that Ron realized that Hermione had spotted Belinda, still chatting away with the unfamiliar man from earlier. This was their opportunity.

"Miss Williams!" Ron called out as they approached. The man and woman swiveled their heads towards the pair, looking slightly annoyed by the interruption.

The annoyance on Belinda's face disappeared quickly as she replaced it with a forced smile. "Well, hello again, lovely to see you. Miss Granger, may I just say that your speech was nothing short of amazing. Thank you for your representation tonight."

"I appreciate the kind words, Miss Williams," Hermione responded politely.

"May I introduce Mr. Robert Hastings. He actually formerly worked in your department, Mr. Weasley," she gestured towards the man next to her. Robert Hastings. Ron connected the dots, now realizing who exactly this man was.

"Oh yes, nice to meet you," Ron responded pleasantly.

"Likewise," Robert muttered simply. "I wish I could stay in chat, but I need to be finding my brother, who is around here somewhere. Miss Williams, always a pleasure." Robert made his escape and Ron wasn't going to let the opportunity pass up to speak to Belinda alone, noticing that she was already moving slightly.

"Miss Williams, if we may have a word…"

She stopped and eyed them curiously. "So, you two are together?" She asked abruptly.

Hermione and Ron looked down at their still joined hands. "Uh - yes. Yes, we are." Hermione bit her lip following her sham of a statement.

"That's lovely."

"Are you aware that Mr. Hastings worked with Declan Ritter during his time in the auror department?" Hermione's eyes grew wide at Ron's impulsive question.

Belinda frowned instantly. "Yes, I am, but as I told you before, I haven't a clue where Ritter is now." Hermione didn't have to look at Ron to know he was thinking the same thing. She had said previously that she didn't even recognize Ritter's name. We never asked her where he was.

Ron nodded his head. "But - you did know? When was the last time you saw him?"

"I-I suppose right around the time of the war. It's all a bit hazy, I'm afraid. I'm sorry, but I can't help you any further." Belinda was still remaining rather tight-lipped.

"Okay," Ron dropped Hermione's hand abruptly. "Excuse me for a moment, I need to have a word with someone I see, who looks like they might be leaving." Without another word, he was gone, leaving Belinda and Hermione alone.

Hermione turned to smile at Belinda, "We really do appreciate your cooperation and assistance with…"

"You know, you're not fooling anybody…" Belinda's tone was cold and Hermione was taken off guard by the sudden change in demeanor.

"How so?" Hermione kept her voice calm and neutral.

"He knows you're after him. And I know this little charade is just a front. You think you're far superior to anyone else of our kind. Now let me tell you something, Hermione Granger…" Belinda walked closer and Hermione instinctively took a solid step back. "We'll be waiting for you. Be careful about where you step if you don't want to explode."

And with that, Belinda spun around and disappeared into the crowd of people.

Hermione's face paled as she processed the implication of Belinda's words. Her vision was cloudy and she took a deep breath as she waited for her vision to clear. Once it did, her eyes found Ron chatting with Harry from across the ballroom. He was already staring at her with deep concern etched across his face. He wasted no time then before pushing his way through the crowd until he was standing directly before her.

"What is it? What did she say?" He urged.

"Well she all but admitted to working with Ritter. I'll have to say I've never been threatened by anyone who was seemingly so nice before," Hermione tried to laugh off the conversation but Ron remained tight-lipped and stoic.

"She threatened you?"

"She said…that we weren't fooling anybody and that they would be waiting for us...or rather me, more specifically," Hermione grimaced as she watched the rage flash across Ron's face.

"Come on, let's dance," He grabbed her hand swiftly and pulled her body so close to his that it made her gasp out loud. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Don't want anyone else getting suspicious of us."

They swayed together absentmindedly for a few minutes, surreptitiously watching the couples around them. Hermione attempted to locate Belinda again, but she was nowhere to be found.

"I don't like this," Ron finally said. "I don't like putting you in direct danger."

Hermione's heart fluttered at Ron's blatant concern for her well-being. "At least we know now that she is definitely involved. And that they're coming after me," Ron grunted at her last admission. "But Ron...what if-what if they're building a weapon?"

Ron moved his face back to view her eyes intently. "What do you mean?"

"Well, she said something else that got me thinking...she said that I would need to be careful where I step if I don't want to explode."

She couldn't see Ron's face now, but she could feel his body seize up.

"We'll figure it out, it'll be okay," Hermione reassured.

"I don't think it's a good idea anymore to have you so involved."

Hermione stepped back out of Ron's embrace. "What are you on about?"

Ron crossed his arms. "This is silly, we've got all of the information that we need to justify raiding the warehouse. You've done your part, now let us aurors take it from here."

"Us aurors…" Hermione murmured and shook her head. She was so angry that she couldn't see straight. "I need some air." She stomped away, ignoring Ron's calls after her, as she filtered her way through the sea of people towards the front entrance. She was stopped directly in her path by Robards, who was gleaming at her, seemingly unaware of her frustration.

"Miss Granger, splendid work tonight! Myself and Mr. Potter were able to gather some rather interesting intel while you were making your speech at the podium."

"Great," Hermione attempted a weak smile. "And...I think Ron and I have proof now of Belinda's involvement."

"I'll expect a full report on Monday," he patted her shoulder comfortingly. "Now, go, enjoy yourself." He sauntered off into the crowd and Hermione made to move towards her original destination when a hand clasped around her elbow.

"No, you don't," Ron pulled her as she protested faintly towards a small corridor just off the main room.

"I don't want to talk to you," Hermione huffed, as she shook her arm out of Ron's hold.

"Too bad, cause I want to talk to you," Ron retorted.

"If you didn't notice, I was trying to get away from you," Hermione snapped.

"Well, lucky for me, Robards stopped you and I was able to catch up. You're rather fast, you know that?" Ron expressed, out of breath.

Hermione started pacing the hall. "You...you...just make me so mad sometimes!" She blew out a frustrated breath.

"Clearly," Ron responded.

Hermione looked to her side and noticed a few people watching them as they walked by the corridor curiously.

"I don't want to talk here," Hermione decided. "Not in public."

"Fine," Ron muttered gruffly, "My place." He took Hermione by the arm and she flinched briefly at the sudden contact. Composing herself, Hermione gave Ron a quick nod to indicate she was ready. Moments later, Hermione could feel the sudden tightening sensation as they apparated away from the event.

Landing with an abrupt thud on the creaky wooden floor, Hermione took a moment to adjust her eyes to her new surroundings. She noticed that Ron's flat was rather small, but hosted a stone fireplace against the center wall. A few moving picture frames hung on the walls and Hermione recognized the people in the photos as Ron's family. There was a particular photo of Ron with Harry, both with their arms around each other in a brotherly fashion, smiling and waving at the camera. Hermione's mouth curved upward slightly. She let her eyes continue to trace around the room, noticing various knick knacks scattered about the floor. She inwardly rolled her eyes at the lack of organization that was present, although not surprised based on the state of Ron's desk as the ministry.

Hermione's cheeks flushed at the sudden thought of having a private, work-related conversation in such an intimate setting. Were co-workers supposed to be spending time at each others' flats? Well you did go to his family's home for Christmas and he did already see your flat. Hermione bit her lip at the sentiment. Were they now considered friendly enough to actually enjoy each other's company outside of work?

Hermione broke from her internal thoughts and glanced over at Ron, who was still standing completely quietly, one hand stuffed into the pocket of his robes and the other hand bracing his arm against the fireplace. He was facing away from her, clearly consumed by his own thoughts.

"So…you wanted to talk?" Hermione huffed out, crossing her arms around her small frame.

Ron slowly turned and Hermione sucked in a breath as he walked towards her. "Yeah, yeah I did. About the mission…"

"I am going," Hermione interrupted as she lifted her chin up with confidence. She watched the annoyance creep up on Ron's face, his eyes darkening.

"I don't think you should," he shot back.

"I think I can decide for myself, thanks." Hermione raised an eyebrow. She felt her heart racing out of exhilaration for the inevitable row. Wait….why am I actively trying to pick a fight with Ron Weasley?

Hermione didn't have time to question her motives anymore, as Ron started to pace back and forth, clearly seething inside.

"You...gah...you are insufferable, you know that right?" Ron exclaimed in exasperation. He ran a hand roughly through his disheveled mane.

"Well you are an insensitive prick, Ronald Weasley! How dare you imply that I am not fit to handle this mission? Just because I am not trained in the auror field does not mean..."

"EXACTLY! You are not trained! I don't go around giving you lessons on the history of magical law, now do I?" Ron retorted sarcastically. He was well aware at how close in proximity they now were, each with a heated gaze pinned to the other.

Hermione crossed her arms and turned his nose up slightly. "Oh honestly, Ronald, you act as if I haven't researched my role in this mission. You know full well that I have the authority to participate in any part that requires my knowledge and expertise to complete the task. You will need me to get you through the coded areas of the building. I know the map of the warehouse in my sleep..."

"And we can find plenty of blokes who would be willing to also study that map prior to execution." Ron remained firm on his stance to hold Hermione back.

He noticed her face growing very red, "So that's it, huh? Because I'm not a bloke you feel that you have a right to discriminate me from this mission?!"

He knew he had to quickly de-escalate the situation as he geared she might strike him out of anger at any moment. "No...gods that's not what I meant. You know I think you are brilliant. You are capable. It's just not a risk that we need to take." Ron held his hands out in surrender as he noticed Hermione continuing to grow more frustrated.

"WHY not?" Hermione urged.

"Because I bloody said so that's why!" Ron roared, their noses almost touching. Hermione's eyes softened a bit, as if noticing the closeness between them. She could feel Ron's breath on her face.

Hermione pleaded, "Please. Tell me why."

"I'm not willing to take that risk..." Ron responded shakily.

"Why?" Hermione asked for a third time, eyes remaining firm on his own. She could see the dissolve in his eyes.

Ron's gaze fell to Hermione's lips. He noticed how soft they looked and how rosy her cheeks had become from the heated argument. By the time he lifted his eyes to meet hers again, she had reached out a hand to place gently on his chest.

"Oh bloody hell..." Ron crashed his lips down on Hermione's, sending her staggering back. She instinctively gripped Ron's shoulders with her arms, pulling him closer.

His hands were everywhere. Cupping her cheeks, fisting into her hair, sliding down her body, sending delicious waves of pleasure through her. Ron's touch elicited a deep moan from Hermione's mouth, prompting Ron to press his body into hers.

They were moving suddenly, and she noticed Ron had managed to guide them over to the couch. He pushed her body gently back and he moved effortlessly on top of her. Hermione gripped the front of his robes and pulled him closer and at the same time, opened her mouth wider to allow his tongue entry. "Hermione..." Ron groaned, biting down roughly on her bottom lip.

Hermione gasped at the sensation, hands moving to the hem of Ron's dress shirt. Knowing full well what she wanted, he broke contact briefly and swiftly unbuttoned and removed the shirt from his body before returning to plant his lips more firmly on hers. Hermione enjoyed the warmth of his skin against her hands, which were now grazing up and down his back.

Ron's hands moved suddenly, one hand reaching upward to clasp one of Hermione's and force it strongly above her head, the other hand reaching between their bodies to cup her breast. He gave her breast a tight squeeze, which gathered another groan of pleasure from Hermione. "Ron, my hand," Hermione whimpered, eager to have her trapped hand within Ron's free to return to roaming his body.

"Not a chance," Ron whispered huskily before resuming his focus towards placing kisses across her jawline. His lips continued to travel down her neck towards her chest. Hermione was practically panting, thrusting her hips upward. She could feel the sweat dripping from her forehead.

"Oh...Ron..." She moaned as his thumb continued to swipe over her perk nipple, now very noticeable through the thin material of her dress. Ron lifted her body up then, adjusting their positions so that her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and she was now seated upright on his lap. Her flowy dress was now bunched up around her waist, knowingly giving Ron a pleasant view of her lacy knickers. He brought his lips to hers in a searing kiss. Hermione relished in the fact that he had finally released her hand, which allowed her to thread her fingers through his hair as she continued to push the middle of her body into his.

Ron broke the kiss and gazed at her softly for a moment. He traced a line with his thumb from her lips, to her collarbone, and finally reached the crevice between her breasts. His hands moved slowly to the thin straps around her shoulders and he let the straps fall loosely around her arms. How could one be so firm and rough, yet at the same time so gentle and loving?

Ron reached around and fumbled with the zipper on her dress. He gazed at her with pure desire and maintained steady eye contact while pushing her dress down enough to see the swell of her breasts. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra due to the padded chest area of her dress. Ron paused before moving any further and Hermione noticed the question in his irises. Hermione gave her silent permission by timidly pulling her dress further down below her belly button, fully exposing her naked breasts and bare stomach. She watched nervously as Ron's eyes raked over her body lustfully. He returned a look to her before whispering, "Merlin, you are beautiful."

Hermione bit her lip and smiled bashfully. Without another word, she shrugged the rest of her dress over her hips. Ron's lustful gaze met hers and he pulled her in for another quick, soft kiss before working his hands to untangle the straps of her dress in order to pull the remaining clothing fully off of her body. "Buggering hell," He muttered after struggling for a moment and Hermione softly giggled into his shoulder, placing a peck directly on the spot where his neck and shoulder meet.

Clad in her underwear now, Ron wrapped his arms firmly around Hermione's bum and waist and used this leverage to stand up off the sofa, taking her body with him. He carried her down the hallway, mouths fused together. Hermione felt a rush of heat through her body as she knew he was leading her to his bedroom.

He deposited her gently onto the cushion of his bed and lowered his body over hers as he gripped her waist and slid her body up until it hit the pillow.

Their lips fused together eagerly once more, as Ron stripped himself of his remaining clothing items, leaving both of them clad in their underwear. Hermione pressed her hips upward into Ron's erection and he groaned as they began to grind against each other feverishly. They rolled over together in the sheets, so Hermione was now on top of Ron.

She bit his lip and received a low growl in response as he squeezed her buttocks roughly, pushing her body firmly into his. Hermione moaned and instinctively reached her hand down to cup his member through the thin barrier of his boxers. She barely had time to fondle him before he was flipping them back over roughly so that he was now in control on top.

Hermione gasped as Ron slid his own hand beneath her soaked knickers and plunged a finger into her wetness. "Gods, Hermione…" he breathed out as Hermione moaned in pleasure.

Hermione arched her back up off the sheets, allowing Ron's finger to slide even deeper. He simultaneously kissed the swell of her breasts.

"Accio wand," Ron called out, catching his wand expertly as it flew out of his discarded pants. He pointed the wand directly at Hermione's stomach as he murmured the contraceptive spell, throwing his wand lazily to the floor immediately after, and kissing her deeply.

Hermione pulled him close and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, enjoying the feel of his cock pressed up against her entrance.

"You're sure?" Ron breathed out, nibbling on her ear.

Hermione reached a hand up to cup his cheek, forcing him to look at her. She had never realized how blue his eyes really were until this moment when they were sparkling back at her.

"I want you. Please."

The desire in Ron's eyes was evident and he bent over to give her a deep kiss on the lips, momentarily distracting her as he shifted their bodies below.

Ron eased into her, slowly and sensually, both grunting at the increased pressure and sensation of being combined as one.

"Oh, oh…." Hermione breathed out, raking her fingernails across his back as he hissed.

"Feels...gods. So. Fucking. Good." Ron started moving inside of her more rhythmically.

"More," Hermione demanded as an indication for Ron to pick up the pace. He stretched her and filled her completely, the pleasure building quickly between them.

Ron grabbed a hold of one of Hermione's legs and hitched it high onto his shoulder, satisfied by the deep, guttural moans he elicited from Hermione as he hit her sweet spot from a new angle. He continued pounding in and out of her, the bed frame shaking against the wall with each thrust.

"Oh my God. So close," Hermione panted as she clung to him desperately, pushing her hips upwards to meet him thrust for thrust, over and over.

"Hermione…" Ron groaned, "I'm gonna…"

"Yes. Me too".

Ron withdrew his cock almost all the way and pushed into her with one last deep thrust before he exploded inside of her with a loud moan, leaving Hermione gasping in delight.

He continued to pump in and out of her several more times, allowing Hermione to reach her own completion, both riding out their last waves of pleasure.

Utterly spent, Ron collapsed on top of her, letting his head bury into the crook of her neck. He inhaled the scent of her hair and skin, allowing himself to take a few deep and controlled breaths to relax.

Once his breathing steadied, he rolled over to lay on his back next to her on the bed. They both stared up at the ceiling for several moments, finally attempting to process what just happened.

"Wow."

"Wow indeed."

"I'm still angry at you."

Ron gave away a throaty laugh, "O'course you are."

"I suppose I should, uhm..." Hermione got up quickly, attempting to cover herself, as she looked around for her clothes.

"Where are you going?" She heard Ron's raspy voice question from behind her.

"Well, I think it'd be best if I just…." She trailed off then as she felt a gentle tug on her hand. Hermione slowly turned to see Ron gazing at her in the moonlight, pure desire in his eyes.

"Stay..." He murmured softly.

He was already pulling her back on the bed to settle on top of him as she whispered back, "Okay."

Hermione moaned as he brought his lips to hers in a searing kiss. He rolled them over feverishly so that he was now on top. Ron reached for her hands, intertwined them and pressed their joined hands more firmly into the pillow cushions.

For just a little while longer, they were consumed in their lustful bubble, blissfully and mutually ignoring the implications of their actions.