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Sorry it took me so long to get this up!! Fanfic. wouldnt let me for some reason!!!

A Storm Is Coming.

She wanders from class to class memories of his sweet kisses follow her throughout the day. All she can think about is he and his intoxicating taste. Her friends notice a change, but can not place where it comes from. Ginny is happy for her, she believes Ron has made her happy as does Harry. Ron however, is suspicious. Ron wonders why she came back the night before smiling and glowing. Ron knows it was nothing he did, but he will not let the others see that. He will find out for himself what is going on.

She dreams of evening and the cover of darkness that allows her to be with her love. Her Dragon. Dinner passes much too slowly as she listens to her friends' endless chatter of Quidditch. She grow bored soon and looks to the table where her love sits looking equally bored. She catches his eye and gives him a small smile. He smiles back but quickly replaes it with a sneer as his Pansy asks him what he is smiling about.

"Hermione what are you so happy about?" Ginny asks noting smile and dreamy look on her friend's face.

"What? Oh…nothing just thinking." Hermione answers unable to think of a lie. Ginny shrugs it off but Ron stares and her. He knows that look. Hermione is in love and it isn't him and that angers him. How dare she love someone else. He will find out who it is and take care of him. Hermione is his own and no others. His brooding continues until the end of dinner.

She excuses herself saying she has some unfinished work left to do in the library. She picks up her thinks and bidding her friends farewell she heads to the library but makes a quick turn before reaching her 'destination'. She quickly reaches the outside and head for the 'Pitch. There bathed in moonlight is her angel, her one true love. He turns and she drops her bag to run into his arms, anxious to feel their strength.

He embraces her lovingly and kisses the top of her head. It becomes almost unbearable to see her in class and not talk to her. He quickly pushes these thoughts away. She is there with him now, all else does not matter. She pulls away to kiss his lips gently. He deepens the kiss opening his mouth to her. She enters willingly exploring and wrapping her arms around his neck and his encircle her waist.

They break for air and look into each others eyes, unwilling to break this moment. He caresses her cheek gently before kissing both of them and returning to her lips for another kiss. This time it is she who opens up to him allowing him his own exploration of her mouth. Again they break and she lays her head upon his chest feeling his loving arms hold her in his grasp. He rocks her gently and rubs her back as she closes her eyes and savors him. His smell, his touch his taste, everything about him. Standing there bathed in moonlight, she feels safe.

Times passes to quickly and the two walk hand-in-hand to the castle. Parting with a gently kiss and a squeeze of the hand they separate, again. She hurries back to the common room praying she hasn't been missed, knowing she has.

Just as she suspected, people are wondering where she was. A walk she said. Ron appears, slightly red-faced from jealousy.

"With who?" He asks angrily

"No one" She answers calmly. She hugs him and kisses his cheek. A soothing word in his ear and he returns the hug. He holds her tightly; possessively. Hermione wonders if he knows.

"Ron we have to finish this work!" Harry cries and Hermione breathes easily again as Ron releases his hold on her. He kisses her lips and slides an arm around her, again possessively, and walks to where Harry sits. He sits and pulls her into his lap and she is obliged to stay as he continues his homework.

Finally he finishes and she rises and kisses him gently feigning affection for him.

She leaves smiling, but not really at him. She walks up to her room and slowly undresses wishing it was Him who was. She slides her nightgown on and sleeps peacefully not knowing that a storm is coming. One that might ruin everything.