Disclaimers: as always, JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and his friends, I just wrote down this story and the new characters.

FINALLY And through it all she offers me protection

A lot of love and affection wether I'm right or wrong

And down the waterfall wherever it may take me

I know that life won't break me when I come to call

She won't forsake me…I'm lovin' angels instead

                                                                                                Angels, Robbie Williams

***************

It was still about eight in the morning when Ron and Lex made their way to their chief William's office. He was in his room, talking animately to someone at the telephone, sitting in his chair with a big frown on his face. He motioned them to sit, but didn't stop talking until a few minutes later, when he almost hung on the call. His cheeks were still flushed from the near yelling.

"Whoa, take it easy, boss!" Lex said with a smirk.

"Nilson, smirk again within two seconds and I'll give you to the Dementors straight away." He snapped bitterly.

"Any pressures from the Ministry?" Ron asked.

"All right, listen to me, you two: I'm fucking tired of being Fudge's remedy against his third-age crisis, ok? So I give you less than 24 hours to find that damn Raven, or I'll…"

"We're here just to show you something." Lex interrupted his chief's yelling.

"And what should it be, another of the holes in the water from your collection?"

Ron tried to ignore the man's anger and frustration. "It's a trap."

"What?!"

"A trap."

"To catch Raven?"

"Yeah."

William snorted. "It's the same Raven we're talking about? The same devil?"

"Yeah, the same filthy bastard, I think." Lex said. "We've quite an idea."

William seemed to calm down a bit. "Explain yourselves."

"Ok, the idea is this one," Ron started. "we'll fake a sort of big party in a muggle disco, you know, a huge party. There will be no muggles at all, but only aurors. We'll make our faces change with some of the new glamours they brought up last week, and we'll try to seem very famous muggle stars, so it may seem our deaths could affect very much the muggle London, and the rest of the world."

"And when Raven will show up, we'll be there greeting him." Lex finished with an excited grin on his face.

"Well?" Ron said tentatively, because William wasn't talking yet.

"This is the strangest, the most absurd, the most crazy and the bravest plan I've ever heard of." He said slowly, ending up with a grin.

Ron gave a triumphant smirk. "So you're ok if we do this tomorrow evening?"

"Give me just a second to call that bloody Fudge and tell him we need more support." He said with an excited smile.

"Good." Lex was very anxious to do this.

"We'll catch him tomorrow, period." Ron whispered, very determined. I have to keep my promise, Hermione.

To Harry, Ginny seemed more excited than ever; he wondered if she was that anxious when she had bought her wedding dress. He was sitting on a couch in a boutique called 'God bless the bride', waiting for Hermione to come out that damn changing room, and Ginny was taking her a dress after another. It was becoming quite boring, after half an hour; he had agreed to go with them not only because he was Ron's best man, but also because Hermione was his best friend in the world. But he couldn't imagine those two women would take so much time to choose a single dress!

"Hermione?" he tried, still from the couch.

Ginny's head snapped out of the curtain. "Yes?"

"Is it supposed to take this long?"

Ginny arched both her eyebrows. "Harry, this is her wedding dress we're tryin' to choose! Pictures and photos of that day will be all over desks and drawers in their home, she has to choose the best one, cause she is supposed to look totally perfect! Understood?!"

He held up his hands defensless. "Ok, ok… take your time, and forgive me."

"Good." Ginny nodded, and closed the curtain again.

Bless Ron who didn't come, Harry thought with a slight frown. He's given up an afternoon of training to help them, and here he was, sitting on a couch with his hands full of magazines and photos of wedding dresses. This was becoming quite boring! He thought about going away for a walk for a minute or two, but just when he was about to rise from his seat, the curtain opened and Ginny came out with a huge smile on her face.

"There she is!! She's wonderful!"

And Harry couldn't help but agree with his wife. Hermione was dressed up in a simple yet very nice white dress, with a tight bodice who relieved her beautiful breast and flat stomach, and a quite long gown who made her look taller. He looked at her with his mouth half-opened, and she smiled shyly.

"God, Hermione…you look stunning!"

"Thank you." She said, still glancing at her dress.

"This is the perfect one, it seems made up for you!" Ginny exclaimed, eyes glittering with emotion.

"Don't you think the bodice is a bit too tight?" she asked tentatively.

"Don't you dare, that will indeed be Ron's favourite part of the dress!" he grinned. Both the women looked at him with arched eyebrows and hands on their waist. "Hey, what's up with you? You brought me here because you needed a male's opinion, didn't you? It's not my fault she has that hell of a sexy body, and it isn't my fault too if Ron happens to like very much all those tempting curves she has, so?"

Ginny looked at Hermione with a thoughtful expression. "You know, for once I have to agree with that Neanderthal husband of mine. You look damn good in that tight dress."

"You know what?" Hermione said after awhile. "I think I'll buy this."

"Very good taste, young lady." Harry said with a goofy grin. "And I'm looking forward Ron's thank you for advising his woman to buy that thing."

Hermione smiled. "I can imagine how the two of you will end up."

"Both completely drunk, singing in the Leaky Cauldron, until a random journalist doesn't catch them talking about their sexy and beautiful wives, and then there is the fun." Ginny said with a sardonic smile.

"Yeah, on the third page of the Daily Prophet." Hermione nodded. "'Harry Potter and his friend Ron Weasley caught up drunk as mad, talking about their sex lives', or whatever they wrote."

"Hey, it was that bloody Colin Creevy who was taking the pictures secretly, we were just…raising our elbows a bit too much, that's all." He said.

"Don't swear." Ginny said, and then smiled. "And beside, you two were almost cute with your hair completely wet from the beer."

He couldn't help but smirk at the memory. "It wasn't my idea, anyway."

Hermione shrugged, still grinning, and snapped her attention back to the mirror. "Ok, Ginny please, tell your friend we're taking this." Ginny nodded and she went to the changing room again.

"Gin, how comes that your wedding dress wasn't so…so…"

"So tempting and sexy?"

"Sort of."

"I bet it wasn't. Grandma choose it."

Harry grinned at her. "It suited you perfectly, anyway."

"You were awesome too, great seeker."

Harry's grin widened. "Let's put it up tonight after dinner, and I'll make you see my point."

The place the aurors used to prepare the trap was now full of men and women who were dancing and drinking; all of them were aurors, and each one had a glamour which made their face different and similar to a muggle vip or somenthing. Ron was at the bar, drinking his analcholic drink; he was very tense, like everyone was: the plan had to succeed, this time they absolutely had to catch Raven. Ron casted a nervous glance at his watch: 22.30. Lex, who was dancing with a fake Julia Roberts, seemed tense too. There was a very anxious atmosphere, and they could sense it; it was this way until 23.10, then something finally happened.

Someone climbed on the stage they were using to sing and do karaoke, and took the microphone from the man who was singing at that moment. It was an aged man, surely on his sixties, with a diabolic smirk on his face and a pair of freezing eyes. Ron could know who he was in that very second, and immediately felt his hand tighten around his wand, which was in his pocket.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen," the man said with an icy voice. "I think the party is over now, there will be another great party, but unfortunately you filthy muggles aren't supposed to be invited at all." It was clear he was enjoying this immensely, and Ron felt a wave of anger in his heart, thinking about all the times he had done this to poor and innocent people.

In a minute the hall was full of Raven's goons, who held their wand against the crowd of men and women. "I'm very sorry to interrupt such a nice party, but now the show is over, so, if you don't mind, I think we can go on and close the curtains." Raven said with his smirk even wider.

"I agree. Let's put the word END to all this."

The voice made Raven turn around immediately, and he found himself face to face with Ron Weasley, with his wand pointed directly at his chest. A second later all the fake muggles broke their glamours and grabbed their wands, pointing it against the astonished attackers.

"Ron Weasley." Raven sneered. "Such a pleasure to meet you again."

"Such a pleasure to put you in Azkaban till the end of your days." Ron retorted, still holding tight his wand. "I think you should drop the wands, or this piece of shit will go to Azkaban by instalments." He hissed to the attackers. They hesitated just a moment, then gave up and let their wands down. Without esitation, the aurors began to tie and handcuff all of them.

Ron and Raven still didn't make a move, but Ron's eyes were burning with fury; altough the situation was very bad, Raven seemed to keep his composture quite good.

"You do think this is over." He hissed slowly, and very threatingly.

"This is over." Ron snarled. "This ends up with you in Azkaban, ready to suffer the Dementors' kiss." His voice was as cold as ice. "I promised you'd pay for all the pain you've caused."

Raven shook his head, and smirked. "You poor foolish guy…I think I can give you this one. It's ok with me, take me up to the prison. This should be sufficent for you to have a promotion, shouldn't it? Then go on and handcuff me, if you want."

His horrible voice, and his annoying calm made Ron even more furious. "Go to the hell, Raven! Stupefy!" and with that Raven's body fell down to the ground.

Hermione hurried towards her fiance's room: through the corridors there were aurors and people from the Ministry coming in and out frantically, and there was a very satisfied and proud atmosphere all over; she smiled when she reached Ron's office: he was talking with his mates, Lex and Sean, and three men came out from his room with many documents signed in their hands. When he saw her coming, his face lighted up.

"Hey," he said with a tired smile, and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"I heard about the great news." She said with a proud smile. "Congratulations, sweetheart."

"Hey, I was there as well, don't you think you should give me the same greetings?" Lex said, grinning at her.

"Don't you dare, Nilson." Ron grinned back.

"My, the Weasley's threatening glare, I'm quaking." He winked at them.

"You've kept your promise,." She whispered to him, still smiling. "You're the best, love."

"Sure, and you are supposed to give me a prize for this…" he said grinning mischievously. They heard Lex sing all over 'my baby does the hanky-panky', and while Hermione blushed lightly, Ron laughed.

"So, are you convinced it's all over now?" Sean asked.

"Aren't you?" Hermione arched an eyebrow.

"I don't know…there's something, I think…maybe cause it was too easy…" his hand went on the hair on the nape of his neck. "…probably it's just a sensation, I dunno…"

"You're overreacting, that's all." Sean seemed very happy. "It was our trap that was great."

"I hope you're right." Ron said, not so convinced at all.

Hermione peered into his deep blue eyes, and saw concern. "What's your problem, Ron? You have finally caught him, now you can concentrate on our wedding."

"And this is the hard part." Lex whispered with a sing-song voice, and the other two men couldn't help but grin.

In that particular moment a woman came in the room; Hermione's eyes widened at the sight: she seemed a real tart or something very similar to a bitch! She had long brown hair, very fleshy and red lips, a pair of big breasts and butt, and very long legs, and she was wearing an atrocius tight shirt, whose buttons seemed near exploding, and a very very short skirt. She came in with a luscious smile, wiggling her hips.

"Evening, bunch of heroes." And her voice was damn sexy too!

Lex smiled. "Here's our heaven."

Sean wrapped an arm around her waist. "How are you, beautiful?"

"Very well, thanks, now that I'm with you guys." She said with a wink at Ron.

Hermione was fuming, and Ron could see this. "Er…Renee, this is my fiancee, Hermione. Sweetheart, this is our secretary, Renee."

The tart reached for her and extended her hand. "My, the famous Hermione…Ron always talks about you."

Hermione tried her best to fake a smile, and held her gaze while shaking her hand. "Funny, I didn't even know he has a secretary."

"Oh, I think I can understand why he didn't say anything." Renee said with a michievous grin to Ron. Lex coughed to hide a laugh.

Ron saw his fiancee's eyes burning and decided to prevent something very huge. "And you're here for?"

Renee held him a paper. "William wants you to sign this."

Ron scanned the paper quickly and nodded, then signed it and held it out to her. "Thanks a lot."

She smirked. "See you later, guys. Bye, Hermione." And with wggling her hips again, she left.

Hermione took her coat from the chair and started to put it on in a way Ron knew was nervous. "Are you already leaving? I thought we could have lunch together."

"Obviously you have your work, I don't want to hamper you." She said bitterly, without looking up at him, still buttoning her coat. "See you tonight, Ron." She went to reach for the door, but he held her back.

"Can we talk a minute?" he said demanding.

Lex arched his eyebrows and put down the papers he had in his hand. "Come on, Sean, I think mummy and daddy want a bit of privacy." Sean smirked too, and they went out of the room, closing the door.

Hermione crossed her hands over her chest and leaned against the desk. "Why haven't you told me you have Jessica Rabbit as your secretary?" she said with a frown.

He couldn't help but laugh. "What? Jessica…"

"What's so funny?!" she snapped, interrupting him. "You spend almost 8 hours here, and now I know you spend all this time with that…that squalid piece of meat…that…"

"Honey, please…" he tried.

"Don't honey me, Ron Weasley! How comes you didn't tell me about your bitch?"

"This isn't my bitch at all, Hermione!" he finally managed to say. "And I see her once, twice a day!"

"She seems very at ease with you, to me."

"Yeah, because as you eloquently put it, she's a tart."

She snorted ironically. "My almost husband works eight hours a day in the same office with a tart. Now I'm very happy and confident, yeah."

"Oh, please Hermione." He then arched both eyebrows and grinned. "Wait a minute…you know, I like when you're jelous of me."

She turned to him to slap him, but when she raised her hand he took a grip on both her wrists and pushed his lips on hers hungrily. She tried to fight him off for a second, then he felt her relax and gave in the kiss. When his mouth left hers, she had her eyes half-opened and her breath was a bit erratic.

He smiled at her. "You see, love, she may have all curves at right spots, but she doesn't make my mouth water like you do."

She opened her eyes and looked at him, shyness in her eyes. "Do…do you think I'm nice?"

She was so tender in her shyness, and he loved her so much for this. "You're beautiful, honey. You're the most beautiful and brilliant witch I've ever met." He said with a smile, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

She smiled happily, and he knew their fight was over. "It's not that I don't trust in you. I'm not trust in her."

He grinned. "This is because you know how manly and sexy I am."

She hit playfully the back of his head. "Don't be so sure of yourself, Mr. Fascination."

He grinned and whispered huskily in her ear. "Let's wait tonight, then you'll tell me if you don't like my Fascination grown-up version." And just the sound of his tone made her legs melt.

She nuzzled his neck. "You know…I was almost hoping for a quickie in your office…"she whispered, bucking her hips against his.

He groaned, and kissed her neck. "My, how can I say no to you…"

In that very moment the door bursted open and Sean came in. "Sorry to interrupt, but we need you right now, Ron."

Ron snorted, and Hermione let go of him, taking her bag. "Don't worry, I'll be waiting at home."

He smiled and kissed her. "Be a good girl."

She smiled too. "Yes, daddy." And with a final wave and a polite goodbye to Sean, she was gone. Ron still looked in her direction with a goofy grin.

"Now I know how much that woman is hot, but Weasley, I need you with feet over there with me, ok?"

Ron glanced at Sean. "I hope you have a very good reason to stop me from shagging that woman right here, you know." He said leaning against his desk.

"It's a bloody good reason, mate." He said seriously. "Did you know Raven has a son?"

Ron frowned. "What?"

"Yeah, we've just found out. His name's Jeremy, he's almost 30 and guess what, he's his daddy's second."

The words sank in Ron's head like a terrible gong. "And where's this bastard right now?"

"Dunno, but I think there's a good 99% he's working to take his revenge."

Hermione was still cooking dinner when she heard Ron coming home. He put down his bomber jacket and came into the kitchen, where he found her near the stoves. He smiled and put his arms around her waist from behind.

"Hey." He said with his sexy voice, kissing a particulary sensitive spot on her neck.

She smiled at the stoves. "Hey."

"It's been a very long day…"

"But a very useful one." She couldn't help but feeling turned on with every slow french kiss he gave to her neck. "Missed me?"

"Don't ask me how much." He said with his deep voice, and she turned around to look at him.

"Me too." She whispered before raising on her tip toes and kissing him. The kiss became soon frantic and very hungry, and he held her closer to him while she put both her arms around his neck. His hands couldn't help but wandering along her back, and then he felt the strong wish to feel her skin under them; when she felt his warm hands caressing so possessively her back, from her butt to the lace of her bra, she definitely felt turned on. Her hands found the hem of his jumper and began to rise it up; without pulling away from their kiss, he unzipped her sweatshirt and let it fall down on the ground. She managed to break the kiss just to pull away his jumper, and then he grabbed her waist and put her down on the nearest table; their mouths immediately locked again, with a more developed passion and hunger, and she could feel now his erection against her inner leg, still with his trousers on, and this made her groan in his mouth and buck her hips against his. Her hands were wandering possessively and hungrily on his muscular chest and his broad shoulders, while their kiss became full of an explosive passion; it was just a matter of time until she felt her bra falling down her shoulders, and a minute later his warm and big hands were molding her breasts. She arched her body against his and let her hands travel down along the buttons of his jeans. His mouth left hers only to leave a very long and electric series of kisses along her jawline, behind her ear, down her neck and upper chest, until he found her breast: she arched her body and he grinned a bit against her nipple, just a second before licking it; she moaned and tightened her grip on his shoulders when he began to tease her, licking and twirling her nipples between his expert fingers, and the emotions were almost too much to handle. She moaned and slowly unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall down his legs. He got out of them with a swift motion, and, never breaking the contact between his mouth and her breasts, he let her free of her sweatpants soon. He sucked in a very deep breath when her hands found their way on his rock-hard shaft, and when they began their slowly stroking and teasing him, he found himself unable to breath against her chest. She couldn't even understand how much this was turning both of them on: they were moaning each other names and their desire was growing deeper and deeper; then he raised his mouth and savagely kissed her, and she purred against him when he pushed her knickers down with a hungry hand; a second later she arched herself against his chest, and had to breake the kiss to let out a little scream, cause his finger was inside of her, and was going in and out, in and out, in and out, pushing her over the edge. He felt her tense and near her climax but didn't let her take a breath, and his tongue was in her mouth once again.

She managed to push him gently away, and he looked at her for a moment: flushed, panting, with her chocolate eyes full of desire, her long hair down her shoulders and her wonderful body shaking all over from the pleasure, her legs parted just for him, her need to feel him. This was fuel for his arousal, and then she looked at him in the eyes and put her hands through his unruly hair. "Ron…please…" she whispered.

This was too much for his self-control, and in a swift motion he held her tight to him and plunged deep inside of her. She let out a strangled moan and her nails were in his shoulders, while her mouth found his again. His thrusts were deep and powerful, there was no time for long and teasing sex, there was only a desire too deep to handle, even for a minute more or two. Soon his thrusts were frantic and forceful even more, and when one of his hands squeezed her breast while his fingers pinched her nipple, she tore her mouth from his to cry out loud her pleasure. Feeling her climax he couldn't hold back anymore and with a final strong thrust he came into her.

They remained there for a bunch of minutes, trying to let their hearts slow down, her head and upper body leaned against his chest, and none of them could tell where her skin finished and his began, cause they were too close to see this. He stroked the soft skin of her back while his other hand was interwined between her curls.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" he whispered, with his breath still ragged a bit.

She smiled against his chest and slowly caressed his shoulders and back. "So are you."

He looked directly into her eyes. "But you're the cutest one." And with that he kissed her again, with all his love and affection and passion, and soon both of them found themselves needing another round of this, still to concentrated on each other to see a pair of sharp eyes looking intently at them from the outside.

Yup, it's all for chap 3…a bit of cliffie, yeah!

I really hope you'll review, reviews make an author's day, don't you know?

Merry Xmas, and…till next chap!

Sunshine

Oh, and the characters: bad, bad Dwight Raven is completely and absolutely Jack Nicholson!

What about Renee? Mm…Angelina Jolie, I think. ^^