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RR Part 21
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written by SWMF, Tessie and w&m_law
Hermione woke, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she let out a high-pitched scream. Ron, her husband of 7 years, was immediately awake.
"Mione, what's wrong, love. Are you all right? Is it the baby?" he asked as he pulled her into his arms trying to calm her down.
"You..... Harry..... Aaggghhh," was all she could choke out as she trembled in his embrace.
"Breath," he coached, "What
was the dream about?" he questioned as she continued to shake.
Breathing deep as Ron had
suggested, Hermione started to calm down. "Better now?" he asked his very
pregnant wife. "Are you and the baby okay?"
Breathing slower she nodded
and with a quivering voice started to speak. "I was dreaming that you and Harry
were lovers and that Harry had the dark mark. Oh Ron, it was so real. Please
tell me it wasn't true."
"Shit, you found us out,"
replied Ron trying not to laugh.
"Oh Gods," sobbed Hermione,
"Please No!"
"Mione, I was just kidding.
Calm down my love," he comforted her, kicking himself for making such a stupid
joke. "I love you, I always have. I do love Harry but not like that. He is my
best friend, but that doesn't mean I want to sleep with him, much less do
anything else. And as for the dark mark, that will never happen either. After
what you know who did to his family. He would never in a million years go to
the dark side. I promise," he continued as he held her close.
Wiping the tears from her
eyes, she sniffed and then said, "Well I couldn't blame you if you went
somewhere else, I mean look at me. I am as big as a house," she pouted.
"Mione, I think you are the
most beautiful woman on the face of this earth, no scratch that in the
universe. I am going nowhere. You and this baby are my life and I love you both
more that anything. I promise that Harry and I have no feelings what so ever
for each other. We are only friends," he confided as he ran his finger slowly
and tenderly down her face.
"I love you Ron, and you mean
everything to me and the baby too," she smiled, leaning in to kiss him. As their
lips touched, Hermione felt a surge of passion that only Ron could bring out in
her. When Ron deepened the kiss, he squeezed her just a little to hard. "Ouch,"
she complained in pain.
"What's wrong," he questioned
panicking.
"Your child thought that you
squeezed just a little to hard that's all," she laughed.
"You
felt the baby move?" he asked in awe.
"No, this child just kicked
the shit out of me. Strong legs this baby has. Want to feel?" she asked as she
grabbed his hand, placing it on her large tummy.
Ron's
eyes got as big as saucers as the baby did a flip in Hermione's womb. "That is
our baby?" he stared, looking into her beaming face.
Smiling broadly, Hermione
affirmed as she lowered her lips to his once again. This time however, Hermione's
lips missed the target, Ron had passed out cold. Hermione shook her head
mumbling as she tucked him back in bed, "Men, I sure am happy they don't have
to give birth. They would never make it." A soft knocking was heard at the
bedroom door and Hermione softly called, "Yes, Harry?"
"I heard someone scream… Is everything, OK?" he asked, noting Ron
still sleeping. Only Ron could sleep
through his wife's screams, the big dolt.
"Just a nightmare, starring
you and Ron," Hermione laughed, sitting up fully in the bed. "Doing you really don't wanna know what,"
she grinned, rubbing her stomach distractedly.
"It seems I really don't…"
Harry muttered, confused but not wanting to be enlightened.
"Why are you here, Harry? Ginny left yes, but…"
"The flat is too empty without
her," Harry whispered sadly. "She's
gone, Hermione. How did I manage to
screw this up so royally?"
***
Meanwhile, in a small bungalow
on the coast of Bora Bora…
"Fools! Utter fools! They actually thought I would stoop so low as to sleep with…"
"You weren't sleeping, lover,"
Ginny cackled. "You were licking if
what the dailies say is true."
"The only woman I will ever
lick from is you, my queen," Draco growled seductively, tossing aside the
paper. "Whoever was impersonating me did
us a favor. They've been so busy
tracking down this impersonator that we've been able to disappear
completely. They'll never know what hit
them," he plotted, rubbing his hands together excitedly.
Ginny laughed, "Everyone go
boom!"
"Pop goes the Ministry! Damned prats trying to run our community,
looking like idiots in the process," Draco complained, his eyes glazing over
with the desire for power.
"I love it when you plot,"
Ginny cooed. "You're so sexy when
you're evil," she purred, crawling across the bed and licking the side of his
face like a cat.
"Power is sexy. And with the Minister of Magic dead, we'll
move in. Malfoy money can buy lots of
things, especially friends in high places," Draco smirked, grabbing her arms and
twisting them down onto the bed. "We'll
have the world in our hands. Those
meddling Angels will have their funds pulled and will then be…" Draco trailed
off, Ginny's hips grinding against his muddling his mind. "I cannot think with you doing that."
"Shut up and kiss me. No more thinking. Only feeling, glorious feeling…" Ginny laughed, silencing him
with her mouth as Draco showed her just how powerful he was.
***
As the bedsprings got a
workout in Bora Bora, Neville Longbottom stared into a mirror in his English
hideaway.
"A fool! They think you're a bumbling fool!" he
yelled at the reflection, rapidly changing his shape, Harry Potter, Ron
Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Dean Thomas, Seamus
Finnegan, Lavender Brown, Pansy Parkinson, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Albus
Dumbledore, and then the man he hated, hated more than life itself, Sirius
Black.
Looking into the mirror, he
couldn't help admire the dark haired man who looked back at him. "I should be in Dragon Fire. I should be the one surrounded by
Angels. I should be! You're a no good convict, Black. I will make you pay for taking what should
have been mind."
Neville changed back into
himself, silently congratulating himself. He would get back where it would hurt most. He'd take the lives of the most precious things to him, Joanne
Wilding and Harry Potter. Now, all he
had to do was figure out how…"
***
While Neville was scheming to
take the lives of the Angel and the Boy Who Lived, in a cabin tucked away in
the Scottish highlands, Alastor Moody stared blankly across the green fields…
"They think they've won… They think I'll remain in hiding. Ha! I'm not hiding, I'm simply biding my time. I've already got my next target ready… Forget those stupid American witch whores,
I'm moving onto bigger and better things…."
Alastor lifted the small,
black and white photo, caressing the still image of the Angels: Colleen, Gabi,
Zarya, Joanne, Brandie, Emily, Felicia, Jacki… all of them, smiling angelically
for the camera, the wicked bitches that they were completely hidden under the
beautiful facades. "I'll get you my
pretties and your little Black dog too!"