Okay...This story is going to be MOSTLY fluff...If you aren't a big fan of fluff (esp. Ron and Hermione fluff) then I don't suggest you read this story...You have been warned....

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"Professor, Professor I did it!" Hermione came sprinting up the stairs on September 19. It was her sixth year at Hogwarts and she had just turned 16, but that was the farthest thing from her mind as she sprinted into Dumbledore's office.

"Hermione! That's wonderful! What did you do?" Dumbledore smiled

"I created a potion for self heal. The very second a single drop of that potion enters your mouth, any physical pain or suffering goes away, and any cuts or bruises vanish. I completed it this morning! It works like a charm!" Hermione bubbled with joy as she told of her accomplishment.

"Well...isn't that just GREAT!" came a hissing voice behind them. Hermione turned around, coming face to face with what seemed to be the ghost of Voldemort. "That will be very helpful for me! Thank you for creating it." And just as suddenly as it had come, the figure disappeared.

"What was that?" Hermione asked in a scared whisper.

"That," Dumbledore started, all the laughter in his eyes and face was now gone, "Was a spirit transfer. Luckily, you can only perform a spirit transfer when you are over a thousand miles away, that way the spirit can re fix its self during travels. You have 24 hours to say your goodbyes Ms. Granger."

"What? What do you mean by that?"

"You need to be out of here, out of the magical world, out of this country. Tomorrow morning you and I will travel back to your parents house, there we will explain the situation. I will get you a new house, probably in the USA. You will stay there, out of contact with any magical person, until Voldemort is gone for good. Then, we will come to find you. Do not tell ANYONE the formula for your potion."

Hermione ran from the room, tears leaking from her chocolate brown eyes, her brown hair, recently cut so it falls at her shoulders flying behind her as she ran. She saw Harry's back retreating down as hall as she ran, however she didn't feel like chasing him. She knew whom she really wanted to talk to. She only had to run a little farther to run into him, literally.

"Oof, 'Mione, watch out." Ron joked, but stopped as he looked down to Hermione's face.

"Oh Ron!" she cried and buried her face in his chest. Ron wrapped his arms around her as she cried. When her sobs subsided, Ron lead her back to the common room where he laid her down on one of the couches. A couple of minutes later, Hermione was asleep, Ron sitting, not daring to leave in case she woke up. About 15 minutes after Hermione fell asleep, Harry came in.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked when he saw the look on poor Ron's face.

"I dunno, she ran into me, crying, and I brought her back here."

"That I can explain, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore came in through the portrait hole. "Hermione is a smart witch, and that intelligence may become her downfall." Dumbledore explained the whole situation that Hermione now found herself in. When Dumbledore had finished, Ron hadn't moved but had turned a pale white, and Harry had fallen into the nearest armchair, his hands covering his face.

"But why'd she come to me?" Ron asked to himself more than anyone else.

"I think it could have been one of two things. Either you were the first of her friends that she ran into, or you were the one she cares most for therefore will miss most." Dumbledore replied to Ron. Ron turned to Hermione.

"Well, I suppose it's super important that I get rid of Voldemort now, he took my parents and my godfather, I won't let him take my best friends." Harry stood up and walked to his dormitory. Soon after that, Dumbledore left to. Ron, who had remained unchanged since Dumbledore had last talked leaned in, bringing his mouth near to Hermione's ear

"I hope it's the second one," he whispered, "because I love you." With that, he kissed her on the cheek, and silently vowed never to let her get hurt like this again.

Hermione blinked her eyes open, wondering why she was sleeping on the couch when the memory of that morning came flooding back to her. She bolted into a sitting position, and looked around the room. The common Room was deserted and the fire was beginning to die out. Then she spotted Ron, sleeping quietly in a chair in front of her. His face was also rather tear stained, and Ginny felt instantly guilty for making him cry. Hermione slid silently from the couch and squeezed herself onto the chair next to Ron. He woke up and looked at her slightly startled.

"Mione?" He whispered

"Ron...I have to leave soon..."

"I know, Dumbledore told Harry and me after you fell asleep."

"Well, then can I do something I've wanted to do for a while?"

"Sure, Mione, anything"

"And you promise you won't get mad?"

"Promise" Hermione leaned in quickly and pressed her lips against his. A second later she drew back, her face becoming extremely pink. Ron stared at her in shock for a few moments before slowly letting a goofy smile form along his lips.

"Hey, Mione, now, can I do something that I've wanted to do since I almost lost you in second year?"

Hermione, who was still steadily getting pinker, merely nodded. Ron leaned forward, and connected his lips to Hermione's, sitting perfectly still for a moment before deepening the kiss. The two teens sat in that chair, letting all the emotions that had been building up flow out of them.

Harry, who had been unable to sleep, had headed down to get some work done, but now he found himself crouching in the shadows of the staircase. He was trying to resist staring at his two best friends and failing Miserably when he heard the stairs creaking behind him. He turned to see Ginny slowly making her way down the stairs

"Ginny, you might not want to look out here." Harry warned quietly. Ginny, only inspired to look by Harry's warning, slowly peaked around the corner.

"Finally! I've been trying to get him to ask her out for ages now!" Ginny smiled and turned back to her brother and his love interest. "Wow, their really snogging like no tomorrow aren't they?"

"Sadly, for them there might not be a tomorrow..."

"I really don't want to go." Hermione whispered, sitting on a couch in Dumbledore's office with Ron, her trunk by the fireplace ready to go. "I mean, we just got together, and Ginny and I just got to be good friends, and we learn to Apparate next summer, I mean," Her voice dropped to where it was almost silent. "What if you or Harry gets killed? What if I never see you again?" Tears were forming at her eyes for the umpteenth time that day.

"Nonsense, you love me right?" Ron started and Hermione nodded, "And I love you?" Second nod. "Then our hearts will be waiting and searching for each other, and when hearts are searching, nothing can get in the way." Ron smiled down at Hermione, "Now where's that smile I love so much?" He leaned in a whispered in her ear. Hermione smiled softly and held her pinky out to Ron.

"You promise the first thing you'll do after Harry defeats Voldemort is come and find me?" Ron eyed her pinky suspiciously before linking his with it.

"Promise"

There you have it...the beginning of my story...All reviews are welcome, though flames are not appreciated. If you don't like the story, try and tell me what's wrong in a nice way....thanks a bunch...

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