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AN: Yeah! Chapter 5! Yay! *does some high kicks, back hand springs, ect, ect...OK, so really, I'm not. I'd kill myself if I tried. I think I'll sit in front of the TV in my arm chair with some chips instead. Even thinking about doing that stuff makes me tired* Anyway, fear not. There is more to come. And thanks for the reviews girls and guys! They make me feel so good. ;o) Oh, and to one of my reviewers...go back to chapter one and read the AN at the beginning...it'll explain why they act like they don't know each other. And I can't have stole the plot from any Lily and James story...I've never read one! LOL I never thought about that when I started this story...I guess it could be a L/J...but it's NOT! BWA HA HA! IT'S A RON AND HERMIONE TWISTED EVIL STORY!! I love controlling them. I'm such a freak. lol ANYWAYS, I suppose you'll want to read the story now. This chapter will be shorter, and not very funny at all. It's mainly serious. :) Hope ya don't mind. Here we go!
Chapter Five: Telling the Truth
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Hermione ran down the hallway, searching for somewhere to go, desperate for shelter from the storm that raged in her mind. She couldn't return to the Gryffindor common room and let everyone see the weakness in her. Hermione saw the Transfiguration room up ahead and hoped to find solace there. She quickly stepped inside, only to hear footsteps pounding the pavement in her wake. She held her breath and hid behind the large door, praying that Ron wouldn't find her and make her explain herself. They were closer now. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to remain calm. The footsteps stopped abruptly. A voice echoed in the empty hallway. "Oi, Ron! There you are. Been looking all over for you, mate."
Hermione recognized the voice as Seamus Finnigan and breathed a tiny sigh of relief. She listened to Seamus thump clumsily down the hallway, his boots smacking the pavement. Ron's softer, more urgent footsteps came close to the room she was in and she stared at the door, her heart beating fast. "Why were you looking for me?"
Seamus chuckled and replied, "Just wondering how our bet was coming along. It seemed to me that Hermione couldn't keep her eyes off you today in Potions. Have you got the little snitch into bed yet?"
There was a long moment of silence. Hermione covered her mouth with her hands. Her breathing seemed so loud that she was sure that they could hear her in America. Ron finally spoke. "No." he confessed quietly.
"Ah, that's too bad. How long do you think it's going to take you to unfreeze the Ice Queen? A week? A month?"
There was another pregnant pause. "I want to call off the bet, Seamus."
Hermione's jaw dropped. Did he say what she thought he did?
Obviously Seamus was shocked as well. "What in bloody hell do you mean? You want to call off the bet? Why?"
"Because she deserves better than this. She's worth more than 50 galleons."
"All right then, we'll up it to 100 if that's what you want."
"Seamus, you don't seem to get it. I don't want to be paid for sleeping with Hermione. She's not some stupid bet...she's a proud, respectable woman. I won't take something so pure from her for the entertainment of others and then humiliate her. It's ridiculous."
"How is she different from any of the others girls you've bedded? This should be easy for you. You didn't seem to care about those other women and what happened to them." Seamus was starting to get angry, and from the sound of it, so was Ron.
"She isn't other girls. She's Hermione. And I can't do this to her -"
"Since when do you CARE about her?" Seamus practically yelled.
"Since forever, OK? Since fucking forever. Ever since we met back on the Hogwart's Express our first year, when she intruded on me and Harry, looking for Neville's stupid frog. I've always felt something for her. We've never really been friends, but I've always watched after her, wishing I had the guts to stop sleeping with other girls and just tell her how I feel. The best part of this stupid bet was that I got to spend time with her and finally get to know her a bit better!"
Ron sighed and continued. "When you guys said that she was one I had to bed to win this bet, my heart leapt for joy and froze all at once. I've known all along that I would never be able to hurt her this way, but I just ignored what my heart was saying and let my pride get the best of me. Seamus, I love this girl. I LOVE her. I love how she bosses me around and gives me disapproving looks in Transfiguration and how she gets excited when she reads a good book. I've always paid attention to her, getting to know her without ever really getting too close and she is the most beautiful person I know. I can't continue on with this bet. I WON'T."
"Well, I won't call off the bet. You're just going to have to lose and pay up."
The tension in the air thickened. There was a moment's silence before Ron answered, "She's more than worth it."
"Fine then. It's your funeral. I hope you enjoy shaking your bum in Colin Creevey's face." Seamus stomped off, his boots squeaking angrily.
There was more silence. Hermione's hands were still covering her mouth, silent tears streaming down her face. Ron loved her! He really loved her! She couldn't believe that all these years, as she was watching him when she thought he wasn't looking, he was watching her in return. She listened for any movement out in the corridor, any sign that he was still there. She finally heard him sigh heavily and the sound of his footsteps retreating to an unknown destination. Hermione expelled the breath she had been holding, leaning her back against the wall and sliding down to sit on the floor.
He had lost the bet. Now he was going to suffer the consequences, all for her well being and humility. She felt humbled. His embarrassment would be great and he was willing to take it for her...for little Hermione Granger. She stared at the door as she thought. What could she do to save him? To show him how much he meant to her? The answer came swiftly, and she nodded, having made her decision. She stood, brushing the dirt off of her skirt, and quickly walked through the Transfiguration door and away to her room.
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Ron laid on his back, his hands clasped behind his head. It was now one am, and he was no where near asleep. He had been laying in the dark on his bed for hours now. He couldn't keep himself from thinking about what he had said earlier. What had possessed him to confess his feelings for Hermione to Seamus? He had never told anyone, not even Harry, and there he was, pouring his heart out to someone who wanted to see him fail. Ron closed his eyes and frowned. Everything was a mess. The only girl he loved didn't want him, he lost the stupid bet and now everyone would know how he felt about Hermione. For once, he didn't know how to fix what was wrong.
He thought back to the lesson. Hermione had looked so angry, like she hated him for kissing her. He had seen the pain in her eyes and still couldn't figure out what it meant, but he knew that she lied about why she couldn't continue the lessons. According to Lavender, she was already six months ahead in every class. Why was she so angry about the kiss?
And what a kiss it was. He smiled, unable to stop his heart from beating faster. He had tasted the passion she had buried deep inside herself, the sexual longing she hid from everyone. Her kisses had been inexperienced, but that only heightened the thrill for him. She was so innocent, so pure and beautiful. He had felt something different in her kiss. He found that he didn't want to just use her for his own pleasure and then toss her away, but take care of her, protect her, make love to her. Everything about her was so lovely. So inspiring. To even touch her had made him feel like his life was complete, like she was what was missing for so many years...and now, come morning, she would know. Ron slapped his forehead and groaned. She would probably hate him.
Ron thought he heard his door open and close quietly, but immediately pushed that from his mind. His imagination must have been working overtime. He started humming a Diagonalley Boys song that he had heard earlier. He was desperate for something to take his mind off Hermione. Lord knows that if he thought about her much longer, he and his right hand would become well acquainted. Not that they weren't already. Ron was a very randy boy.
Something moved at the bottom of the bed. Ron froze and his eyes flew open. He knew that was not his imagination. Someone, or something was definitely in the room. He remembered back to the time in his third year when he had awoken to Sirius Black standing over his bed with a knife. His breathing uneasy, he moved his hand across the bed, searching for his wand. His fingers gripped the hard wood. Ron took a deep breath and counted to five before sitting up abruptly and yelling, "LUMOS!" He pointed his wand at the shape at the bottom of his bed and his eyes widened. Crookshanks.
"Blimey Crookshanks, how the hell did you get in here? You scared the shit out of me!" Crookshanks meowed at him and he rolled his eyes, throwing his wand aside as the light at the end went out. He reached down to grab the cat. "Come here, kitty. What are you doing here?" Ron petted the cat and when it started to purr loudly, he scratched it's ears. "Pretty kitty. Pretty, pretty kitty. Who's Ronniekin's favorite wittle kitty witty? Crookshanks! Oh yes, look, you like that, don't you. What a nice kitty." Crookshanks was giving him a look like he was mad. "What? Don't you like baby talk?" Crookshanks snapped his tail at Ron before bounding off the bed, disappearing from sight. Ron chuckled.
"He's not one for baby talk, no."
Ron gasped and threw himself against the headboard. His mirror had just talked! He knew of mirrors that COULD, but he had never known his was one of them. "How - how do you know that?"
The mirror chuckled. "You would think I would know since I own him." Ron frowned. His mirror owned Crookshanks? He was confused. Since when did his mirror have pets?
"I wasn't aware that you had any animals."
The mirror paused. "Who did you THINK Crookshanks belonged to?"
Ron searched for his wand again. "Hermione."
The mirror was silent. Ron frowned, not finding his wand on the bed. It must have fallen to the floor. He moved off the bed to crawl on his hands and knees, searching for the wand. He heard a rustling noise, then silence again. He finally found his wand lying underneath his bedside table. He turned to where his mirror was and pointed his wand, muttering, "Lumos." Sure enough, the only thing on his dressing table was the mirror. He stared at it. He thought about all the times that he danced around, stood naked before it, admired his ass...the mirror had been able to talk the entire time. How embarrassing.
"What are you staring at?"
Ron's head whipped around to his bed.
Hermione.
She was sitting at the end, her legs crossed, a small smile on her face. She was wearing a pink, silk bathrobe and her feet were bare. Her hair tumbled down her back. She looked like an angel. Had she been there all along?
"Uh...I think my mirror talks." He reached up on his bedside table and lit a candle, extinguishing his wand. He heard Hermione laugh and realized that it had been she talking, not the mirror. He felt his face go red and slowly turned back to look at her. She grinned.
"I was sitting on your dresser. Sorry." She stood up, moving to his door and opening it. Crookshanks meowed his thanks and promptly made his way out, his tale flipping back and forth happily. She closed the door softly, then turned to Ron, who had crawled back to his bed and was now sitting on the edge of it near the headboard.
Ron looked at her, standing there by the door. She was so beautiful. "What are you doing here Hermione? It's one in the morning and you've got to be tired." Her presence was intoxicating. She made her way back to the bed, sitting beside him. He was surprised that she was anywhere near him, let alone talking to him. She seemed so angry when she had run out on him that evening. Now here she was, smiling and happy and staring at him with those large, chocolate eyes. He didn't know what to say.
They sat in silence for a few more moments before Hermione finally spoke. "I'm kind of jealous of the way you treated Crookshanks. Do you treat all your little kitties that way?"
Ron's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. Did she mean what he thought she meant? No, she couldn't. She just wasn't like that...was she?
Ron looked her in the eye. "I'll only treat a kitty like that if she'll purr for me." He knew he had her there. Even in the soft firelight, he could see the faint blush on her face. Oh, she was enjoying this bit of play. He found he liked that about her.
As she leaned back on her elbows, she stared straight ahead and said softly, "Well, if you would pet me the way you did Crookshanks, I'm sure I'd purr too."
Ron groaned, unable to stop the image that entered his mind. He felt something stir in his pajama pants. He had to know why she was there. "Why are you here Hermione?" He closed his eyes, unsure of what the answer would be. He felt her move closer to him. He was surprised when she took his hand, entwining their fingers. He opened his eyes to look at their joined hands, then at her face. She was staring intently at him. Her eyes drifted down to his lips, then traveled back to meet his eyes.
"I need you, Ron."
Ron was sure he was dreaming. She needed him? As he opened his mouth to question her further, she placed her other hand over it, the ends of her fingers laying on his lips. She shook her head slightly, her gaze never leaving his. "Please. Don't ask why. Just...please. I need you." She took a shaky breath, her eyes glassy.
He kissed the ends of her fingers before removing her hand from his lips. He took her head in his hands, staring intently into her eyes. He nodded, smiling at her in a loving way. He brought her lips to his, moving to embrace her tightly. She threw her arms around his neck, gently returning his kisses. Ron felt like he had died and gone to heaven. He ran his hand through her hair, cradling her head as he lowered her onto her back. As he pressed his body against hers, she groaned in pleasure. He felt her smile against his lips and he moved his face away to look at her. He leisurely caressed her cheek with his fingers, then ran his thumb over her lips. He felt his heart swell with happiness. "Lord, Hermione...you are so damn beautiful."
She smiled blissfully at him, her hands moving down between them. He leaned onto his side to watch her untie her belt, opening the robe to reveal that she was wearing nothing beneath it. Ron's breath caught. She was even more amazing that he could have ever imagined. He looked back at her face, her large eyes dancing with the light of the candle. "Hermione..." he breathed, "are you sure?" There was a moment's pause before she nodded, smiling brilliantly.
"Oh god." Ron pulled her close to him, his lips urgently devouring hers. He pulled back suddenly. "I love you." He watched her face, trying to judge her reaction. Hermione laughed happily, pulling him back to her and kissing him with all the passion in her soul. As he held her tiny body to his, Ron knew the old saying was true; the truth did set you free.
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AN: That's not the ending dear ones! There is more to come. I hope you enjoyed that chapter...I didn't want to make a gory love scene (Although I'm sure I could write a very nice one), so you'll have to use your imagination. Next chapter will be up soon!
AN: Yeah! Chapter 5! Yay! *does some high kicks, back hand springs, ect, ect...OK, so really, I'm not. I'd kill myself if I tried. I think I'll sit in front of the TV in my arm chair with some chips instead. Even thinking about doing that stuff makes me tired* Anyway, fear not. There is more to come. And thanks for the reviews girls and guys! They make me feel so good. ;o) Oh, and to one of my reviewers...go back to chapter one and read the AN at the beginning...it'll explain why they act like they don't know each other. And I can't have stole the plot from any Lily and James story...I've never read one! LOL I never thought about that when I started this story...I guess it could be a L/J...but it's NOT! BWA HA HA! IT'S A RON AND HERMIONE TWISTED EVIL STORY!! I love controlling them. I'm such a freak. lol ANYWAYS, I suppose you'll want to read the story now. This chapter will be shorter, and not very funny at all. It's mainly serious. :) Hope ya don't mind. Here we go!
Chapter Five: Telling the Truth
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Hermione ran down the hallway, searching for somewhere to go, desperate for shelter from the storm that raged in her mind. She couldn't return to the Gryffindor common room and let everyone see the weakness in her. Hermione saw the Transfiguration room up ahead and hoped to find solace there. She quickly stepped inside, only to hear footsteps pounding the pavement in her wake. She held her breath and hid behind the large door, praying that Ron wouldn't find her and make her explain herself. They were closer now. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to remain calm. The footsteps stopped abruptly. A voice echoed in the empty hallway. "Oi, Ron! There you are. Been looking all over for you, mate."
Hermione recognized the voice as Seamus Finnigan and breathed a tiny sigh of relief. She listened to Seamus thump clumsily down the hallway, his boots smacking the pavement. Ron's softer, more urgent footsteps came close to the room she was in and she stared at the door, her heart beating fast. "Why were you looking for me?"
Seamus chuckled and replied, "Just wondering how our bet was coming along. It seemed to me that Hermione couldn't keep her eyes off you today in Potions. Have you got the little snitch into bed yet?"
There was a long moment of silence. Hermione covered her mouth with her hands. Her breathing seemed so loud that she was sure that they could hear her in America. Ron finally spoke. "No." he confessed quietly.
"Ah, that's too bad. How long do you think it's going to take you to unfreeze the Ice Queen? A week? A month?"
There was another pregnant pause. "I want to call off the bet, Seamus."
Hermione's jaw dropped. Did he say what she thought he did?
Obviously Seamus was shocked as well. "What in bloody hell do you mean? You want to call off the bet? Why?"
"Because she deserves better than this. She's worth more than 50 galleons."
"All right then, we'll up it to 100 if that's what you want."
"Seamus, you don't seem to get it. I don't want to be paid for sleeping with Hermione. She's not some stupid bet...she's a proud, respectable woman. I won't take something so pure from her for the entertainment of others and then humiliate her. It's ridiculous."
"How is she different from any of the others girls you've bedded? This should be easy for you. You didn't seem to care about those other women and what happened to them." Seamus was starting to get angry, and from the sound of it, so was Ron.
"She isn't other girls. She's Hermione. And I can't do this to her -"
"Since when do you CARE about her?" Seamus practically yelled.
"Since forever, OK? Since fucking forever. Ever since we met back on the Hogwart's Express our first year, when she intruded on me and Harry, looking for Neville's stupid frog. I've always felt something for her. We've never really been friends, but I've always watched after her, wishing I had the guts to stop sleeping with other girls and just tell her how I feel. The best part of this stupid bet was that I got to spend time with her and finally get to know her a bit better!"
Ron sighed and continued. "When you guys said that she was one I had to bed to win this bet, my heart leapt for joy and froze all at once. I've known all along that I would never be able to hurt her this way, but I just ignored what my heart was saying and let my pride get the best of me. Seamus, I love this girl. I LOVE her. I love how she bosses me around and gives me disapproving looks in Transfiguration and how she gets excited when she reads a good book. I've always paid attention to her, getting to know her without ever really getting too close and she is the most beautiful person I know. I can't continue on with this bet. I WON'T."
"Well, I won't call off the bet. You're just going to have to lose and pay up."
The tension in the air thickened. There was a moment's silence before Ron answered, "She's more than worth it."
"Fine then. It's your funeral. I hope you enjoy shaking your bum in Colin Creevey's face." Seamus stomped off, his boots squeaking angrily.
There was more silence. Hermione's hands were still covering her mouth, silent tears streaming down her face. Ron loved her! He really loved her! She couldn't believe that all these years, as she was watching him when she thought he wasn't looking, he was watching her in return. She listened for any movement out in the corridor, any sign that he was still there. She finally heard him sigh heavily and the sound of his footsteps retreating to an unknown destination. Hermione expelled the breath she had been holding, leaning her back against the wall and sliding down to sit on the floor.
He had lost the bet. Now he was going to suffer the consequences, all for her well being and humility. She felt humbled. His embarrassment would be great and he was willing to take it for her...for little Hermione Granger. She stared at the door as she thought. What could she do to save him? To show him how much he meant to her? The answer came swiftly, and she nodded, having made her decision. She stood, brushing the dirt off of her skirt, and quickly walked through the Transfiguration door and away to her room.
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Ron laid on his back, his hands clasped behind his head. It was now one am, and he was no where near asleep. He had been laying in the dark on his bed for hours now. He couldn't keep himself from thinking about what he had said earlier. What had possessed him to confess his feelings for Hermione to Seamus? He had never told anyone, not even Harry, and there he was, pouring his heart out to someone who wanted to see him fail. Ron closed his eyes and frowned. Everything was a mess. The only girl he loved didn't want him, he lost the stupid bet and now everyone would know how he felt about Hermione. For once, he didn't know how to fix what was wrong.
He thought back to the lesson. Hermione had looked so angry, like she hated him for kissing her. He had seen the pain in her eyes and still couldn't figure out what it meant, but he knew that she lied about why she couldn't continue the lessons. According to Lavender, she was already six months ahead in every class. Why was she so angry about the kiss?
And what a kiss it was. He smiled, unable to stop his heart from beating faster. He had tasted the passion she had buried deep inside herself, the sexual longing she hid from everyone. Her kisses had been inexperienced, but that only heightened the thrill for him. She was so innocent, so pure and beautiful. He had felt something different in her kiss. He found that he didn't want to just use her for his own pleasure and then toss her away, but take care of her, protect her, make love to her. Everything about her was so lovely. So inspiring. To even touch her had made him feel like his life was complete, like she was what was missing for so many years...and now, come morning, she would know. Ron slapped his forehead and groaned. She would probably hate him.
Ron thought he heard his door open and close quietly, but immediately pushed that from his mind. His imagination must have been working overtime. He started humming a Diagonalley Boys song that he had heard earlier. He was desperate for something to take his mind off Hermione. Lord knows that if he thought about her much longer, he and his right hand would become well acquainted. Not that they weren't already. Ron was a very randy boy.
Something moved at the bottom of the bed. Ron froze and his eyes flew open. He knew that was not his imagination. Someone, or something was definitely in the room. He remembered back to the time in his third year when he had awoken to Sirius Black standing over his bed with a knife. His breathing uneasy, he moved his hand across the bed, searching for his wand. His fingers gripped the hard wood. Ron took a deep breath and counted to five before sitting up abruptly and yelling, "LUMOS!" He pointed his wand at the shape at the bottom of his bed and his eyes widened. Crookshanks.
"Blimey Crookshanks, how the hell did you get in here? You scared the shit out of me!" Crookshanks meowed at him and he rolled his eyes, throwing his wand aside as the light at the end went out. He reached down to grab the cat. "Come here, kitty. What are you doing here?" Ron petted the cat and when it started to purr loudly, he scratched it's ears. "Pretty kitty. Pretty, pretty kitty. Who's Ronniekin's favorite wittle kitty witty? Crookshanks! Oh yes, look, you like that, don't you. What a nice kitty." Crookshanks was giving him a look like he was mad. "What? Don't you like baby talk?" Crookshanks snapped his tail at Ron before bounding off the bed, disappearing from sight. Ron chuckled.
"He's not one for baby talk, no."
Ron gasped and threw himself against the headboard. His mirror had just talked! He knew of mirrors that COULD, but he had never known his was one of them. "How - how do you know that?"
The mirror chuckled. "You would think I would know since I own him." Ron frowned. His mirror owned Crookshanks? He was confused. Since when did his mirror have pets?
"I wasn't aware that you had any animals."
The mirror paused. "Who did you THINK Crookshanks belonged to?"
Ron searched for his wand again. "Hermione."
The mirror was silent. Ron frowned, not finding his wand on the bed. It must have fallen to the floor. He moved off the bed to crawl on his hands and knees, searching for the wand. He heard a rustling noise, then silence again. He finally found his wand lying underneath his bedside table. He turned to where his mirror was and pointed his wand, muttering, "Lumos." Sure enough, the only thing on his dressing table was the mirror. He stared at it. He thought about all the times that he danced around, stood naked before it, admired his ass...the mirror had been able to talk the entire time. How embarrassing.
"What are you staring at?"
Ron's head whipped around to his bed.
Hermione.
She was sitting at the end, her legs crossed, a small smile on her face. She was wearing a pink, silk bathrobe and her feet were bare. Her hair tumbled down her back. She looked like an angel. Had she been there all along?
"Uh...I think my mirror talks." He reached up on his bedside table and lit a candle, extinguishing his wand. He heard Hermione laugh and realized that it had been she talking, not the mirror. He felt his face go red and slowly turned back to look at her. She grinned.
"I was sitting on your dresser. Sorry." She stood up, moving to his door and opening it. Crookshanks meowed his thanks and promptly made his way out, his tale flipping back and forth happily. She closed the door softly, then turned to Ron, who had crawled back to his bed and was now sitting on the edge of it near the headboard.
Ron looked at her, standing there by the door. She was so beautiful. "What are you doing here Hermione? It's one in the morning and you've got to be tired." Her presence was intoxicating. She made her way back to the bed, sitting beside him. He was surprised that she was anywhere near him, let alone talking to him. She seemed so angry when she had run out on him that evening. Now here she was, smiling and happy and staring at him with those large, chocolate eyes. He didn't know what to say.
They sat in silence for a few more moments before Hermione finally spoke. "I'm kind of jealous of the way you treated Crookshanks. Do you treat all your little kitties that way?"
Ron's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. Did she mean what he thought she meant? No, she couldn't. She just wasn't like that...was she?
Ron looked her in the eye. "I'll only treat a kitty like that if she'll purr for me." He knew he had her there. Even in the soft firelight, he could see the faint blush on her face. Oh, she was enjoying this bit of play. He found he liked that about her.
As she leaned back on her elbows, she stared straight ahead and said softly, "Well, if you would pet me the way you did Crookshanks, I'm sure I'd purr too."
Ron groaned, unable to stop the image that entered his mind. He felt something stir in his pajama pants. He had to know why she was there. "Why are you here Hermione?" He closed his eyes, unsure of what the answer would be. He felt her move closer to him. He was surprised when she took his hand, entwining their fingers. He opened his eyes to look at their joined hands, then at her face. She was staring intently at him. Her eyes drifted down to his lips, then traveled back to meet his eyes.
"I need you, Ron."
Ron was sure he was dreaming. She needed him? As he opened his mouth to question her further, she placed her other hand over it, the ends of her fingers laying on his lips. She shook her head slightly, her gaze never leaving his. "Please. Don't ask why. Just...please. I need you." She took a shaky breath, her eyes glassy.
He kissed the ends of her fingers before removing her hand from his lips. He took her head in his hands, staring intently into her eyes. He nodded, smiling at her in a loving way. He brought her lips to his, moving to embrace her tightly. She threw her arms around his neck, gently returning his kisses. Ron felt like he had died and gone to heaven. He ran his hand through her hair, cradling her head as he lowered her onto her back. As he pressed his body against hers, she groaned in pleasure. He felt her smile against his lips and he moved his face away to look at her. He leisurely caressed her cheek with his fingers, then ran his thumb over her lips. He felt his heart swell with happiness. "Lord, Hermione...you are so damn beautiful."
She smiled blissfully at him, her hands moving down between them. He leaned onto his side to watch her untie her belt, opening the robe to reveal that she was wearing nothing beneath it. Ron's breath caught. She was even more amazing that he could have ever imagined. He looked back at her face, her large eyes dancing with the light of the candle. "Hermione..." he breathed, "are you sure?" There was a moment's pause before she nodded, smiling brilliantly.
"Oh god." Ron pulled her close to him, his lips urgently devouring hers. He pulled back suddenly. "I love you." He watched her face, trying to judge her reaction. Hermione laughed happily, pulling him back to her and kissing him with all the passion in her soul. As he held her tiny body to his, Ron knew the old saying was true; the truth did set you free.
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AN: That's not the ending dear ones! There is more to come. I hope you enjoyed that chapter...I didn't want to make a gory love scene (Although I'm sure I could write a very nice one), so you'll have to use your imagination. Next chapter will be up soon!