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"Crucio" a cold voice echoed through the darkness.
Screams of torturous pain erupted from someone. The dimly lit room was barley visible. Dozens of hooded people stood around the room, forming a circle around the man with the cold voice and the person laying on the ground writhing and screaming.

"That should be enough, I think," the cold voice said, lifting the curse. The figure on the floor, laid there, panting and shivering.

"Now, stand up, and tell me what the prophecy said," the voice inquired.

"The figure lie motionless on the floor.

"I SAID, 'TELL ME WHAT THE PROPHECY SAID' YOU BLITHERING IDIOT!"

"I-I-I don't know," the figure choked out.

"Liar," the cold voice breathed.

Once again, screams of terror mixed with pain raised into the night sky.

Ron opened his eyes, breathing hard. He suddenly felt panicked because he could no long feel his left arm. Looking down, he realized that he was not alone in his bed. Hermione's peaceful face was tilted up towards his, her eyes closed.

Sighing, he remembered what happened the previous night. She told you she loved you! He felt as if he had just won the quidditch world cup! The girl he had chased after for years, finally expressed how she felt about him!

Ron looked down at the delicate creature beside him and smiled. Her once bushy, brown hair, was now less bushy, and was in ringlets that came to her waist, and her beautiful skin was lightly tanned, and made it look like she was gently kissed by the sun. She had grown up a lot over the past years, and no longer had the same body. She was now a 16 year old woman. She, in Ron's opinion, was the most beautiful girl in the entire world. And, she was his.

Suddenly, she started whimpering. Ron panicked. He looked at her and she was crying and thrashing.

"NO! Ron," she cried, "No! Don't take him! I'll do anything! Just don't hurt him!"

"'Mione!" Ron coaxed, gently shaking her, "Sweetie, wake up! I'm right here!"

She opened her brown eyes and stared at him. He looked down at her and smiled.

"That must have been some nightmare," he muttered, holding her close.

"Oh Ron," she sobbed.

"Shh. . .I'm right here. Nothing I going to happen to you."

"Me! What about you! I couldn't stand it if something happened to you!" she whispered.

She reached up and pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss. She got on top of him and kissed him harder, putting all of her feeling into it. Ron was taken aback by this act, but soon got caught up. He pulled her close, and ran his fingers through her hair. They stayed like this for what must have been 10 minutes until. . .

"OI! I'M SCARRED FOR LIFE!"

Hermione and Ron jumped and looked over to see Harry gaping at them.

"HARRY!" she exclaimed, "umm. Well. . .this is. . ."

"I KNOW what this is!" he laughed, "but you could at least WARN a person!"

Hermione seemed quite embarrassed and quickly muttered something about breakfast, then kissed Ron on the cheek and dashed out.

"By the way mate," Ron growled, "your timing is incredible"

That morning at breakfast was very quiet. Ron and Hermione kept looking up, glancing at each other, then look away, blushing. Only Harry noticed this charade, and leaned towards Ginny and pointed it out to her. He began to tell her of the encounter.

". . .and then I walked in on them snogging--" Harry whispered.

Ginny spit out her porridge all over poor Errol, who had just come in with the morning post.

"Oh! Sorry Errol! Sorry Mum!" she added when she saw Mrs. Weasley glare at her.

She looked back at Harry.

"They were WHAT?" she whispered hoarsely.

"Snogging, and by the look of it, it was getting pretty heated," Harry grinned.

"EW! Too much information! Ugh, now I have horrible images of my brother going though my head! Thanks a TON Harry!" she muttered.

"Anytime," he chuckled, taking a bite of porridge.

"'Mione?" Ron called, walking down the hallway.

Suddenly, he was grabbed and pulled inside a room. He yelped and was about to scream when something warm and sweet covered his mouth.

"Hi," she whispered, after they broke apart.

"Hey," he responded, pulling her in for more.

After they broke apart the next time, Hermione reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of his face.

"So, does this mean we're 'going out'?" Ron asked.

"Ew. . .that's such a lame way to put it," she wrinkled her nose, "We're dating."

"Hmm. . .I like the sound of that," he grinned and pulled her in for another long kiss.

A/N: YES! FINALLY AN UPDATE! Be honest and let me know how you like it.

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