A/N: A few people had interesting comments about the 'brutal murder', as someone put it, in the last chapter. Sorry bout that, im aware it was exuberant, but I was really pissed off at the time, so yeah. Now then, for comments to the reviewers!

Rachelne: Thanx for da review and sorry about the lack of mushy stuff. I shall try to add some in, however I never was good at writing that sort of stuff.

Picklegrl: Your review was actually a little confusing, I didn't get it. Thanx for it anyway, and dragons are SO much better. :D

Esrb99: no I don't think she would, however she has had her personality slightly manipulated for this story, and she did say she didn't want to go.

Autumn-leaVes and sballLuvr5: Have no fear, he's not going to die, and even if he does it will not be for a long long time. Thanx for reading the story.

RQ: Thanx for reading, and I appreciate ur support. Neva have I been rated so highly (but then again ur the only person who put me on a scale).

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The-sexy-flower: Katrina, I am aware that they are out of character, but it was deliberate, so is it ok then?

To everyone else who reviewed: Thank you heaps, I wasn't sure if it was worth continuing this, but you've proved me wrong. Enjoy!

Chapter 6

Harry had returned to the Owlery after his 'talk' with Dumbledore and stayed there. In the end he too had fallen asleep, and he had had dreams as bad as Ron and Hermione's. When he awoke, sweating and gasping for breath, he returned slowly to the common room, avoiding any teachers along the way. When he entered the common room, he began to walk wearily towards the staircase. He needed a very cold shower. It helped him think. But halfway across the room he stopped short. Ron and Hermione were lying on the couch together, asleep and wearing only underwear. Harry half grinned to himself, put a blanket over the two of them, and went upstairs for his shower.

As he stepped into the freezing water, he thought about the effect Hermione moving would have on Ron. It was likely that neither of them would ever be quite the same, but Harry was genuinely worried about his friend. Ron didn't just like Hermione, he was in love with her, and it was clear for Harry to see. Harry sighed. He hoped it would all turn out alright.

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Ron awoke early to find Hermione asleep in his arms. He smiled to himself as he remembered the previous nights events. He watched her for a few moments, noting how peaceful she was when she slept. After a while he shook her awake gently, because there would be great trouble if they were caught in this state.

"Hermione, wake up, baby," he said quietly.

She stirred sleepily. "Ron? What time is it?"

He pushed a hair out of her eyes and said, "it's about 4 am. We need to move out of the common room in case someone sees us."

Hermione rubbed her eyes and sat up slowly, yawning. She gave him a passionate kiss, whispered "I love you," and walked up to her dorm. Ron sat reminiscing, then followed suit.

When he got upstairs, he entered the dorm silently and crossed the room to his bed. He sat down, changed his boxers and lay back on his pillow.

"Did you have fun?" Ron jumped about three feet into the air (considering he started off on his back that's pretty well done) and turned to see Harry propped up on his elbows, a wide smirk across his face. Ron lay back down again and replied, "I wondered where the covers came from."

Harry wouldn't give up. "So, how was it?"

"Geez, you gotta know everything, don't ya?"

"Course I do, I'm your best friend. Now spill!"

"It was awesome." He blushed furiously.

Harry laughed, and Ron felt uncomfortable from it. "Thought it would be. What happened?"

"Well, I just kinda… asked." Ron rolled over. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Yeah, you will."

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The next morning Ron awoke with a groan. He rolled over to get some water and found Harry sitting watching him expectantly.

"Did you sleep at ALL last night?"

Harry shook his head. "I was gonna wake you up at 12:01, but I decided against it."

Ron groaned again and lay back on his pillow. "You kinky bastard. You stayed up all night just to get details on the sex life of your best friend?" Harry nodded. "You're crazy."

Harry just continued to look at him in that overly cocky manner, as though he knew something Ron didn't. Ron sighed, and began a reluctant explanation of everything that had happened the previous night.

A/N: Sorry this is so short people, I've got a load of homework and I was having trouble writing this chapter without making it sound forced and unreal. Please Review!