Title: The Man Who Sold the World

Author: Apocalypse

Disclaimer: I don't (unfortunately) have anything to do with Harry Potter. Actually, I don't have much of anything to do with anything. I just write my own fics, ok? If you don't like it, don't complain to me. Am I making you read the story? No, though many people think I have cast spells on them to make them like me. If you decide to come after me, all you will get is a few Johnny Depp posters and a pair of very uncomfortable shoes.

In case you're wondering – this title is a Godsmack song.

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Chapter 2 – Releasing the Demons

Ron, who was completely oblivious to Harry's feelings, decided he was ready to make hi move. Finally he was going to beat Harry to something. He knew Harry hadn't done it yet. Now was Ron's turn to be first and get the glory.
One night late in December, while Harry was working on homework for Snape, Ron took Hermione aside on a couch. He began kissing her softly at first. Then he parted his lips and pressed his tongue into Hermione's mouth. They began kissing more passionately and fiercely groping each other.
"Let's go upstairs," Ron whispered in Hermione's ear between kisses. She looked at him questioningly, but took his hand and followed him up to the boy's dormitory.
The two of them crawled onto Ron's bed. He drew closed his hangings and sealed them with a charm he learned from a "Private Time for Wizards" magazine. Hermione then reached up and wrapped her arms around Ron's neck. Ron gave in to her kisses and his hands took their usual place inside Hermione's shirt.
Hermione took her hands off Ron long enough to move Ron's hands to her back. He took the hint. Hermione's breasts were soon covered by Ron's hands, instead of her bra. He franticly explored this new skin and then finally decided he couldn't wait any longer.
"Just a minute, okay?" Ron whispered. He grabbed his wand from behind Hermione's head and dragged it twice around the bed post, muttering. "Put your arms up." He wrapped his arms three more times around Hermione's wrists, then twice more around the opposite bedpost. He then dragged his wand around Hermione's breasts in lazy circles, still muttering. The sweater disintegrated except for the little patches Ron had circled. Ron muttered again and the tip of his wand became silver and sharp. "You okay?" he asked Hermione.
"What are you doing?" She asked. "How come my arms won't move?"
"I'm trying something new. An early Christmas present." He smiled. "Just trust me, okay? I promise I won't hurt you." He looked at her, his eyes asking for permission to continue. Hermione nodded.
Ron slid the tip of his wand-knife under the top of Hermione's skirt. She sucked in her stomach as the cold metal touched her bare skin. Ron cut away the skirt, leaving Hermione in her panties and the shreds of her sweater, covering her breasts. He took a deep breath. This would be the first time he saw Hermione naked. He slid his wand under one piece of the sweater and then the other, removing each of them to reveal her beautiful breasts. Then he ripped off her panties and prepared to take over her. Hermione suddenly went rigid. "Ron, no, I can't. I can't. Please don't." "Hermione, why? You knew what I was going to do, didn't you?" "Yes, and I thought it would be okay, but I can't. I... You wouldn't understand." "I want to understand. Hermione, please explain this to me. I'm your best friend. Your boyfriend. You can tell me anything, and I will still love you. I want you to be comfortable with me. I mean, we've done everything else. This was our next step." "You'll hate me for it. Hell, I already hate myself for it. Ron, this is really important. I don't want you to know. It's too horrible." "What the fuck, Hermione? Just tell me. I want to know what's making you so nervous all of the sudden. I want to make it better." "Ron, it's too hard for me." "Tell me. I have to know." "No. I can't." "You can and you will, Hermione. I trust you completely." "Ron, you know what my boggart used to be? The whole homework thing? Well that's not it anymore. This is. This thing I won't tell you isn't stupid at all. It's scary and wrong, and... it's just not something I can tell you." "Hermione, if you can't tell me this stuff, why are we together? We've known each other for 7 years, we've been going out for a year. You're 17. Grow up, get over it, and tell me." "It's not a story a 17 year old should have to tell, Ron." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "Oh Ron, you dim wit, don't you get it?" "Obviously not, Hermione!" "Fine. Fine. I'll tell you. And you know what? I hope, then, that it can haunt you as much as it's haunted me for the last year and a half."