Eighteen year old Harry strode along Hogsmeade, his eyes straining to look for Ron and Hermione. His heart beat extremely fast, as he realized that every second mattered in this. They had all graduated from Hogwarts, and now they were all official members of Dumbledore's Army, or the Defence Association, an organization they had set up in their fifth year. The Minister of Magic had sent people to look for Dumbledore's Army, and they had split up in order to evade them. Ron and Hermione can take care of themselves, Harry thought. Its Ginny that's more important. He spotted her flaming red hair up in front, and hurried to catch up with her, whilst trying to keep out of sight. How he wished he had his Invisibility Cloak with him, but Cornelius Fudge had taken that away from him.

"Ginny," he whispered as he walked beside her.

She turned, and when she realized it was Harry, relief filled her face. "Oh, Harry!" she exclaimed loudly, "Thank goodness I found you! I was so scared." Her voice rang out clear in the night air, and Harry quickened to shush her. It was too late. Ten people, obviously under Fudge's orders, apparated around them, their wands pointing at the couple. Harry watched them, realizing that any attempt at escaping would be futile. He grasped Ginny's hand tighter, and Ginny, who had gasped when she realized they were caught, leaned closer to him, fear coursing through her.

"Come with me, Potter," a man whom he recognized as Lucius Malfoy, snarled. "And you too, Weasley." They followed him obediently, whilst Harry's mind worked fast to think of a way of escaping.

Ron and Hermione walked steadily through the back lane of Hogsmeade, their heads down and their hearts thumping wildly. If they were ever recognized by any of the people patrolling around that they were part of Dumbledore's army, they would definitely be caught.

Hermione took the chance and raised her head as they turned into another alleyway. It was completely deserted, except for a man who was nearing them and was peering at them rather carefully. Fear gripped her heart as she recognized the man as one of the senior helpers of the Minister. Her mind worked fast.

"Ron!" she said, pulling him towards the wall and close to her. She pressed herself against the wall, pulling Ron against her. "Hermione, what." Ron began, but she brought her lips to his and kissed him hard. "There's a man at ten o'clock, he'll recognize us if we don't do this," she muttered as she slanted her lips against his. "Kiss me, Ron, make some noise," she uttered, wrapping her arms around his body and kissing him fiercely. Ron took rather slowly to this, he was stunned to suddenly be in such close proximity with Hermione. He was sure she was close enough to feel his heart rate double. Realising that it was a ploy, he started kissing Hermione back, pinning her successfully against the wall to cover her entirely. "That's more like it," she murmured against his wet lips, as she opened her mouth and inserted her tongue into his. Blood rushed into Ron's head as Hermione's tongue explored his mouth - he went almost dizzy with the cocktail of hormones that was flowing through him. He allowed her to probe, focusing more on their bodies that were pressed together. He shifted his foot closer to her, till they were touching completely. That very movement made his discomfort press into hers, and she gasped against his lips. Before he could say anything, she proceeded with the kiss. From the corner of her eye, Hermione could see the man approaching. She started moaning, kissing him hungrily. Ron sucked at her lips, his body heating up as low primitive moans escaped from Hermione. "c'mon act," she hissed softly as she continued pressing her lips to his. Ron obliged, grunting as his hands slid down her body. Hermione let out a purr as ripples of desire ran down where Ron's fingers had been. She unconsciously arched up against him, and this time Ron let out a real groan, his manhood growing hard and erected. Hermione moaned again, watching as the man walked past them. Ron, however, was more caught up in the kissing. His body grew hotter and hotter admist the cold winter night, as he pressed against Hermione, his lips leading hers on a wild fiery dance. "He's gone," she muttered, trying to push him away. BUt his lips were strong and insistent. They moulded against hers, yearning for her response. Hermione finally succumbed, responding to his heated kiss. Finally they pulled apart, Ron having to drag his lips away from hers.

Hermione's cheeks were flushed, and Ron's lips were red from his passion. She stared at the ground, not knowing how to approach what had just happened. Finally she said, "Ron, that was just an act. I mean, we were just faking."

"No." Ron brought his finger to her lips to shush her. He stared into her beautiful brown eyes. "I was kissing you because I'm in love with you." He gazed at her, waiting for her response. Hermione blushed, looking down. Finally she met his intense gaze. "Ron.I. I enjoyed the kiss too." She admitted. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and she finally broke into a sweet smile. Ron gave a large whoop, and Hermione laughed. The feelings they had nursed for each other for the past four years since their fourth year was finally out in the open. Though Ron had had several flings with other girls, but his heart was always with Hermione. He hugged her, and Hermione snuggled into his embrace, not wanting to let go. "We'd better get back to the headquarters." She finally said. Ron nodded, and hand in hand they walked back.