Ok well sorry for the humongous delay on this story! (Almost a year, I know!) well here I go again with the next chapter of this story,
please R&R, I love reading your reviews! I'm going to add a spoiler alert due to the new release of HBP, in case some of you haven't read it
yet, and I'm going to try and add plot element from the 6th book into the one so that it become more realistic, once again, the characters and
anything related to Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and J.K. Rowling only. And I'm also awesome that when I started writing this
fic. I said that I would not write anything about Voldemort, I've changed my mind and I might add a more darker side to the final parts of this
story.
"AH!" Harry had woken up from the first dream he had in nearly a year, gasping for breath, his scar burning with intense pain, he had woken
everyone in the dormitory up, "s-sorry, it's nothing . . ." in fact it was something, and the worst kind of something there could ever be. His
dream, although he could only remember scraps of it was terrifying. He was absolutely not ready for his scar to begin to hurt again, based on
what Dumbledore said the previous year; Lord Voldemort had been using Occlumency against Harry, and he therefore did not have to worry
about any more nightmares or pain.
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Harry stood hunched over, alone, in a deserted Hogsmeade, staring at the ground, this was as close to death as he would ever get, buildings
trashed, blood everywhere, the sky a mutinous grey. Gravel crunched mere feet away from him, and he dared not look up to see who it was,
but of course, fate awaited him as soon as he stared into the eyes of his nightmare, Lord Voldemort. Seeing as things could not get any worse,
he straightened his back, and was ready for whatever would be of his future.
What Harry saw was worse; much worse, Ginny laid life less in Voldemort's arms, her clothing was torn, muddy, and her left leg seemed as if
it was bent in the wrong direction. This was Harry's fault, and no body else's, he was now responsible for the death of at least ten people, all
those people sacrificed, for what? Harry questioned him self. "Kill me!" Harry roared, for he thought that he did not deserve to live. "No,"
Voldemort said flatly. "I shall not kill you, today, but I will kill her!" 'Avada Kedavra!'
Just like that, she was dead. Ginny, was his life, and she was gone. Voldemort vanished in a mere blink of an eye, dropping Ginny carelessly on
the hard ground as he did so. THUNK. Her body fell as if in slow motion. It took Harry all the power he had left in his body to drag himself
towards her. He lifted her tenderly into his arms and kissed her fore head. But this was too much to comprehend, his legs gave out, and he
found himself dropping to his knees, he stooped over her and screamed as loud as his throat would permit "NO!" He threw his arms out and
stared at the sky as if waiting for a sign, a sign that would tell him that it was OK, and everything was going to be alright, nothing happened.
Harry lay Ginny down on the ground, before he collapsed backward, there was no more breath left in him, and the world just faded away.
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He kneaded his scar with his knuckles, trying to forget about what had just happened. He noticed beads of sweat forming on his brow. He was
just way to tired no to think about any of it. The dream had just brought his worst fears to life and seemed to verify his reason to break up
with Ginny, no matter how many feelings he had for her, they only got back together during the summer because of her great persuasive skills,
she had also convinced him to come back to Hogwarts to finish his education. Within moments he second his head touched back down on the
pillow, and he was asleep.
"Mate, Harry, wake up- come on! Wake up!" Ron bellowed at the top of his lungs. "YOU'RE GOING TO BLOODY MISS YOUR CLASS . . . and so
will I if I keep on trying to wake you up...OH FORGET IT! If you're late its not my fault you've chosen this day, of all days, to sleep like a brick!"
Ron shook Harry one last time and then gave up. Ron started at a run as soon as he shut the door to the Boys' Dormitory. That turned out to
be a bad idea since half way to the portrait hole he collided head-on into Hermione. "AAAARRGGHHH!" "UGHHH!" Both Ron and Hermione
found them selves lying flat on their backs with throbbing head aches. "OI, Hermione SORRY! I was just trying to get to class..." "Ronald,
where have you been! I came back up here because, I wanted to make sure you weren't sleeping, or I don't know . . . u weren't down at
breakfast, and then you weren't lined up in front of Flitwick's before the bell rang . . . I um- guess I just got worried is all. . ." after she said
this she seamed to be examining a spot on her shoe very carefully and would not look up. Ron considered this act very sweet and caring, in
appreciation, he lightly touched his lips to hers, but her response was much stronger than light, and they remained in a strong embrace for
what seemed like and eternity. Meanwhile, in the dormitory, Harry had just begun to stir. He took a quick glance at his alarm clock and that
was enough to light a fire under his bum. He moved with great speed and agility trying as fast as he could to get dressed and find his glasses,
and wand along with all of the school books he would need for charms that had started nearly ten minutes ago. Despite the fact that he was
out of the dormitory in less than two minutes he had forgotten to fasten nearly all of the buttons on his white collar shirt, but he didn't seem to
care. In all of the rush he seemed to not be aware of Ron and Hermione kissing passionately on the steps. In a matter of seconds he crashed
straight into both of them, leaving all three of them disheveled, and frazzled with severe pains in different parts of all of their bodies. Hermione
seemed to snap back to reality faster then she would have liked, and began to quickly stuff all of her things back into her bag with great anger
and panic. "oh god, oh shit, oh god….I'm late, WE'RE late! Come on you little gits- oh I mean, oh JUST HURRY UP!" bolted Hermione in an
extremely serious voice. Harry and Ron attempted to put them selves together as quickly as they could but that only led to more bumps and
more anxiousness. All three of them piled themselves through different passageways throughout the castle to get to charms quicker, as a
matter of fact, they succeeded with very little damage and Professor Flitwick didn't seem to notice them enter the room when they did due to
an extreme amount of white power floating in the air. 'A charm spell gone wrong,' Hermione comfortably thought to her self. The trio darted
straight for their regular seats and blended in with the rest of the class.
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"Ok everybody, I would like 2 feet of parchment explaining what the importance of a good banishing charm is when fighting an enemy. Good
day." As Professor Flitwick assigned his special N.E.W.T. homework, the whole class "BOO-ed" in extreme non-approval, of the amount of
homework they had received.
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That day had ended just as bad as it had begun, but for Ron, it would increasingly become better, as the night grew later.
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Hermione had just entered the Gryffindor common room at around 10 PM for the first time that day, due to being in the library and attempting
to complete all of her homework. She hadn't expected anyone to still be in the common room, but to her pleasant surprise there was. As
Hermione walked closer to the burning golden fire, she noticed Ron in a deep sleep on the couch, directly in front of the fire with piles of books
on and around him. Strangely, Hermione found this very attractive. She couldn't help but quietly wake him. She removed all of the books from
the couch and sat herself down right beside Ron, and kissed him very slowly. Ron was first very startled to wake up to someone kissing him,
but when he opened his eyes he could see the faint out line of Hermione's face lit by the red glow of the fire. He couldn't help but passionately
kiss her back. Hermione took control of the situation very quickly and parted her lips ever so slightly, to subconsciously give Ron the permission
to proceed by slipping his tongue into her mouth. Hermione gently slipped her arms around his neck, and in Ron's memory they seemed to sit
there kissing for hours, as if time had stopped. He loved being with Hermione because every kiss seemed to last forever, and have a romantic
meaning behind it. Ron had freed himself from lying down and had reversed his position with Hermione, and he was now on top of her.
Hermione separated herself from Ron just for a moment "I love you." she quietly whispered into his hair. "I love you too" said Ron with his lips
pressed tenderly against hers. Hermione began to unbutton Ron's shirt very slowly, he took this as permission to do the same to her, but he
couldn't just do it slowly. He needed to have her, right there and then! But he composed himself again and then just couldn't handle him self,
so he just ripped her white blouse open, without even thinking about it. Hermione was shocked and let out a little 'gasp' but began to enjoy
being in the moment. Ron could feel the edges of her lips curl ever-so-slightly into a tiny smile. They had both paused very quickly, and had
realized that neither of them were wearing their shirts, and the impact of what they were about to do had just sunk into their minds, but both
of them were ready and continued with what they were doing. Hermione inhaled, and could smell the soothing ember that was burning in the
common room fire, and the smell of cologne on Ron's bare body, before she knew it Ron began to remove her plaid uniform skirt, and we
willingly allowed him to. In order to catch up, she quickly unbuckled and flung his belt to a near-by red velvet arm chair. Ron glided his hands
down ward so they cradled her tiny waist. She wrapped her arms around his back and began tracing tiny circles on the nape of his neck with
her small fingers. Ron found that very sexy, and continued. Hermione could no longer control her actions and emotions and let her self go,
"Mmm," she moaned as she gently kissed his chest. Each kiss seemed to linger, and made her seem like she was floating on air. "Ohhh," Ron
continuously moaned with pleasure. It was as if they became one person in those few moments, he could feel her, in ways he could never
have imagined, and Hermione could see deep into Ron's thoughts, as they expressed their new found love for each other. She had never felt
anything as good as what she felt in those few memorable moments.
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Many thrusts later as well as many hours, Ron and Hermione found themselves extremely exhausted. They both just lay there for a while,
when common sense stuck both of them and each realized that they had to get dressed and go back to their dormitories before people began
to wake up. Hermione quickly picked up her clothes, placed a quick kiss on Ron's lips, and silently ran up to her dorm. She pounced onto her
bed and closed her eyes, letting her imagination wander- when Ginny tore open her curtains. "Well?" Ginny questioned. "Well, what?"
Hermione replied sleepily. Ginny suppressed a small giggle, and continued "You and my stupid brother aren't very well at hiding things, they,"
Ginny motioned her arms around the dorm, "may not have heard, but I definitely did. So, spill."
Hermione and Ginny stayed up until the late hours of the night giggling and sharing each others love stories. "….So yeah, me and Ron did-"
"ok, ok, ok, ok…PUH-lease don't go into detail, he IS my brother after all. Bloody Hell, I better get back to bed or I'll be in the shittiest mood
tomorrow!" The girls bade goodnight to each other, and both fell asleep almost instantly.
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Back in the common room Ron had fallen asleep on the couch almost instantly after Hermione left. He let the event that happened that
evening boil in his mind while his dream had come back, where he and Hermione stood on a snow covered hill passionately kissing. He hoped
that nothing would ever come between them.
There goes another chapter, please review, all of your reviews give me the motivation to continue to write, I should have the next chapter up
within a week. :)