A/N: Well I know I said that this was going to be a songfic, but I don't really like mixing the lyrics with the story. I'm still going to base this story on TBS's lyrics, but they going to be separate. And well if I not making any sense, I just hope you enjoy the next chapter! And please review! I appreciate all the comments that I have received so far. :)


Chapter 2: A Kiss Sealed With Betrayal

"When everything you'll get is
everything that you've wanted, princess

My finger on the trigger, or

Me face down, down across your floor

Well just so long as this thing's loaded…"

TBS

Ron hurried out of the Great Hall and into the library, hoping that if he could submerge himself into his studies he would forget about all his current problems. It was useless, he could barely read the first few lines of a book before having to go back and reread the whole thing over again because he couldn't remember what the hell it was about.

Finally, when he was just starting to concentrate on his report, she had to walk in. He pretended not to notice her, even though she was clearly there to talk to him. She pulled out a chair and sat next to him. Ron looked up at her, giving her an awkward half-smile. "What's up 'Mione?" He asked, wondering where Harry had gone off too. The two were rarely apart lately.

She didn't smile back. "I'm worried about you Ron."

Ron forced a laugh. "Worried about me? What for?"

Hermione shifted uneasily in her chair and Ron could sense her feeling of discomfort. "Well ever since Harry and I started dating you've been acting really strange. I just wanted to make sure you didn't think that we were ignoring you."

Ron frowned, and his gazed shifted uneasily to the blank parchment that still sat in front of him. "Yeah, well like I said- I'm fine."

Hermione's tone became more urgent this time. "Ron don't play games with me! I know something is wrong- I've known you for almost seven years now and I think I can tell when something is up!"

"It doesn't matter- you couldn't do anything about it anyway," Ron mumbled.

"What do you mean? I'm sure I can do something to help…"

"Just forget about it, ok?" Ron snapped, starting to get frustrated.

Hermione put her hand on his arm, sending chills up his spine. Bringing her face closer to his, she looked him straight in the eyes. "Ron what's wrong?" she whispered softly.

Ron took at deep breath, closing his eyes. He just could take this anymore, he had held it in for too long. "I'm in love with you…" the words rushed out barely comprehendible.

"What?" Hermione said, not quite aware of what she'd just heard.

"I'm in love with you," he repeated helplessly, but as soon as the words escaped his mouth a second time, he wished immediately that he could take them back.

They sat in utter silence, avoiding one another's gaze. Hermione sat there at a loss for words; for once she didn't have solution to the problem. Ron's face began to redden by the second. He knew he should have just kept his mouth shut.

"Hermione, lets just forget about this- it was stupid for me to say anything."

"Why didn't you tell me before? - Does Harry know?"

"Tell you Hermione? I was going to, but then you and Harry stared going out- and well, what was I supposed to do? And no I don't think Harry knows or else he would have said something by now."

"How long?"

Ron looked away, not daring to meet her gaze. "Too long."

"I really don't know what to say…" Hermione trailed off.

"You don't have to say anything…"

They sat there for a while in awkward silence. Suddenly, Hermione leaned in dangerously close." Kiss me Ron."

Ron's jaw dropped, completely in shock. "Hermione, what the hell! Have you gone bloody mad? You and Harry-"

"You said you love me, so prove it. Harry doesn't have to know."

"I-" Ron could barely speak, and before he knew it Hermione lips were pressed firmly against his and he lost every ounce of control left in him. His hands maneuvered down the curves of her body and rested on her hips, pulling her closer towards him. It sent chills up his spine just to touch her- to be close enough to smell the sweet scent of her hair. He had dreamt a dream so many times like this- only now this was reality. Gently, he ran his tongue along her bottom lip. Her mouth parted slightly to let him in and he explored the taste of the mouth that he had longed for. When they finally pulled apart, they look at each other breathlessly.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" A voice roared from behind them.

Harry stood in the doorway of the library looking furious, his green eyes flashing. Oh God, what had he done? Ron sat there glued to his seat- there was no excuse possible he could come up with to get himself out of this one. Harry grabbed his wand out of his pocket and thrust it threateningly in Ron's direction.

Hermione jumped out of her seat trying to restrain Harry from blowing Ron to pieces. "Harry listen to me! There's a good explanation for all of this!"

"Really? Because I'd sure as hell like to hear it!" He shouted still storming towards the Ron who was now scrambling to find his wand.

Ron finally found it in his back pocket, and forced himself to point his wand at his best friend. "Don't make me do this!" Ron warned Harry.

"What you think you can fool around with my girlfriend behind my back and get away with it? Think again Weasley!" Now Harry's wand was pointed only a few feet away from Ron's face. "IMPEDIMEN-"

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Harry's wand went flying across the room, and tall, good looking, Slytherin boy walked over, his arrogance as visible as ever. "Tsk-tsk Potter didn't your parents ever teach you to play nice? Oh that's right I forgot. You don't have any."

"You shut the fuck up Zabini! This isn't any of your business." Harry said shaking his fists violently.

"Or what Potter? You going to fight me?"

Just then librarian rushed into the room hands on hips and obviously not in a very good mood. "Now what is going on? I leave for one minute and I come back and I can hear all this loud shouting coming from my library! Now either be quiet or take your squabble somewhere else. There are other students trying to study!"

"Lets just go Harry." Hermione said tugging on his sleeve. Harry shot murderous looks at both Blaise and Ron before going to retrieve his wand and following Hermione out the door. Either way, Ron knew this wasn't over.

"I could of taken care of it myself." Ron growled angrily under his breath.

"You wouldn't of Weasley. At least be man enough to admit it. Not in front of Granger. I can just see it in your eyes how much you want to though." Blaise smiled coyly. "You may have some Slytherin in you after all."

"What are you up too Zabini?" Ron scowled.

Blaise pulled out a chair and sat down across from Ron. "Well, Weasley as much as I hate Gryffindors, I hate Potter more."

"Just get to the point."

"I'm getting there if you'll just shut up for a minute." Ron looked a tad annoyed but didn't say anything, so Blaise continued. "The Slytherins are tired of Potter playing king and we thought you might help us play a little prank on him- expose him for what he really is. Of course this will not be without fair pay." The grin on his face deepened. "I can help you get what you want."

"What I want?"

"Don't act like an dumb ass! Granger, I saw you kiss her. The look on Potter's face was priceless. If you want her, she yours, I can guarantee that much. Just say the word." Blaise held out his hand.

Ron looked at it reluctantly, and suddenly felt guilty. Harry had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, and he had been through so much. His parents were dead, Sirius… it just didn't seem right.

Blaise was starting to grow impatient. "Weasley in case your skull was too thick to notice, Granger isn't the only one Potter's been fucking lately. He's been fooling around with Parkinson and Brown, and I'm pretty sure he and your little sister were doing just a little more than studying last night."

"What the hell are you talking about? Harry and Hermione are always together! He's an ass sometimes, but he wouldn't to that to her, and he would NEVER touch my sister!" Ron responded furiously. He had had about enough of this.

Blaise shrugged. "Yeah, maybe they're together when you see them. But how often are you around them?"

Ron realized that Blaise might just be telling him the truth. He couldn't quite figure out how Zabini knew Harry had been helping Ginny with DODA, and if he knew that he must know other things. If Harry had laid one hand on his sister there was going to be hell to pay. Maybe he would still have a chance with Hermione after all… But he couldn't afford to think irrationally- things where already bad enough. "Give me proof and you've got yourself a deal Zabini."

"What, my word isn't good enough for you?"

"Not really."

"Well I'm sorry to go and break your pretty little heart, but right now Weasley, you're either in, or you're out. And if you're out then- well- I can't have you telling Potter. That would ruin all the fun."

Ron could sense the presence of a threat in his words. It didn't intimidate him, but the more he thought about it, the more it sounded like a good idea. Harry had always been in the spotlight, Dumbledore's Golden Boy, while Ron had always stood off to the side, never complaining that he didn't receive as much recognition as the Boy Who Lived, even though he had contributed just as much. Maybe this was his chance- his only chance… This might be his only chance to show Harry up. His better judgment was against it, but then again life doesn't always make sense. Ron took Blaise's hand and shook it. "So what do you need me to do?"

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