A/N: Thank you all for the reviews! It means so much to me when I see that you guys like my story, and it makes me want to keep on writing. Oh yeah, I now have a livejournal…so if you want my name…just ask with an email, and I'll send it to you!

Disclaimer: I am not J.K.Rowling, and everything you recognize in here is NOT mine. The Oaeurs are mine, however, and I very much like them.

A/N: Herbert is coming soon for anybody who was wondering. Plus, I really hope the whole "can't reply thing" gets taken care of…I really miss that. Enjoy!

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"Oh goodness…" said Hermione clinging to Ron's arm, "What do you think that was about?" She looked at the rock and shuddered.

"I don't know Hermione," Ron said, "but I think the rock should be put down…right now." As soon as the rock was safely on the table, Ron and Hermione looked at one another. "Bloody hell…" Ron said.

Hermione hit him on the arm; "Stop it" was all she said. "I think we should go find Draco, right now." As soon as she said that, she knew it was a mistake as Ron's face turned bright red and a scowl appeared.

"Why do you always have to go find him? Isn't what I tell you good enough for you? I say that the rock should be thrown out, that's what. Clearly it's evil Hermione, and we didn't need some snotty-nosed brat to tell us that!" Ron walked away from Hermione and held the portrait open for her. "However," he said, "if you feel that Malfoy is more capable of figuring this out, by all means lead the way."

Hermione knew she should have made him close the door and sit on the couch, that she should have comforted his insecurities and shown him how much she loved him. But Hermione was mad, and frankly, at that very moment, she couldn't give a dragon's fart about what Ron was feeling.

"Fine, it's this way." She said, walking past Ron and brushing him with her shoulder on the way. The entire time, Ron said nothing to her. Sure, there was the occasional grunt of frustration, and every once in awhile there would be a string of foul language, but Ron was mad also. And there was nothing Hermione could do to make him talk. Well, almost…

"I'm sorry Ron." She said.

"What?" Hermione sighed and stopped walking, putting a hand on Ron's chest.

"I said I'm sorry. It's not that I don't trust you Ron, because I love you and all that, but," she said, "Draco has evil blood flowing through his veins. I'm just taking the precautions." She leaned up and kissed Ron by the ear and whispered, "I'll make it all up to you if you come with me. Oh!"

Ron had grabbed Hermione and spun her against the wall. She could feel the cool stone on her skin and she looked into Ron's eyes, which were filled with…some kind of emotion. "What are you doing Ron?" she asked.

"I want to know what I'd be getting if I went with you." He kissed her nose. "Because if this isn't going to be good," he joked, "then I'm going to turn around right now." He had one chance to give Hermione a peck on the lips before she playfully shoved him.

"I'm not sure if that will work Ron, you see, from previous encounters…I've found that your definition of good, and my definition are well….different."

"That was harsh." He kissed her neck.

"Yeah well," Hermione said in a slightly breathless voice, "harsh is my middle name, and we've got to figure out how to help Dean. He's my friend too you know."

Ron moved on to her lips, "Mmm, but Hermione, here's the thing. You see, Dean may be your friend, but I'm your boyfriend. So by the book, I mean more to you than he does and should be given special treatment."

Hermione tried to push him away, without putting much effort into it and smiled, "What you need is a swift kick in the arse, you overeager….." Hermione never did finish her sentence because Ron came down upon her like lightning to earth. He kissed her lips roughly and put his hands in her hair, rubbing the nape of her neck. "We can't do this here! This is a hallway! Anybody could walk by, Ron!" Hermione scolded half-heartedly and pushed him away from her.

"Fine then," Ron said and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into a nearby empty classroom, the potions room, since they were on their way to find Draco anyway.

"Oh Merlin this is the potions room!" Hermione hissed, "Snape will know Ron, he will know! He always finds out…and then we'll lose points, but more importantly, people will know why we lost Gryffindor 100 points and…" she was silenced once again by Ron's talented lips and decided from then on she could care less if they lost Gryffindor 500 points.

She kissed him back and put her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his wonderful scent. She sighed as his fingers played with her arms, stroking all the way down to her fingers that were resting on his chest. Without another word, Ron backed Hermione up against a table and kissed her neck.

She gave a little moan as he started to undo her shirt buttons and kiss the newly naked flesh.

"Hermione, where are you?"

"Goddamn it…" Ron breathed as Hermione quickly buttoned up her shirt and straightened the wrinkles out of her clothes.

Draco came running into the potions room, "There you are. Weasley," he added as a side note.

"Malfoy, what in Merlin's name are you doing here!" Ron was trying to control his temper, but failing miserably.

Draco scowled and said in a snide tone, "Well I'm sorry for interrupting play time Weasley, but I just thought that Hermione would like to know the new information I found on our little rock friend."

A frown appeared on Ron's face as Hermione ran from the table over to Malfoy. "Draco you found something! Well, what is it?" she asked excitedly. She watched eagerly as Malfoy took out a book from his pocket, swiped from the library.

"Draco….really, couldn't you have at least checked that out? We're supposed to be role models for the younger students and what good are you doing them with a stolen book…" she shut up as Draco gave her a stern stare.

"Hermione, do you want to know what I found or not?" Hermione nodded. "Fine," he said, "then listen like a good little girl and stop scolding me." he smirked, letting Hermione know exactly how much a 'good' girl she had been being before he walked in.

"Do you remember those creatures we fought in my mansion last year? Well," he said to Hermione's nod, "it's their language, well, their old language I mean. I found here that the Oaeurs used to communicate to one another in this picture language. It's like hieroglyphics but not quite…because every time they used a picture…it meant something else."

Hermione sighed and swore silently, "So basically, we're screwed."

Malfoy smiled, "Not quite. You see, around the year 1573, they started growing really popular, and evil forces used to go to them for help. This woman," he showed her a picture in the book, "decided that in order to talk to one another, she needed to write down what the symbols meant each time. She found out that there was a pattern to the pictures."

Ron leaned over Hermione's shoulder and laughed, "Hey that looks like Lavender! You know she likes me don't you Hermione?" He laughed again as Hermione scowled and rolled her eyes. He was just trying to get back at her for their interrupted fun. She was getting angry.

"Lavender Brown most certainly does not like you Ron." Hermione bit her tongue to prevent herself saying other mean and nasty things. She wouldn't stoop to Ron's level; she would NOT.

"If she doesn't like me, then why is she always looking at my arse?" Ron asked, grinning slyly.

"Because, she's lip-reading!" There, she'd said it. Let him be angry at her, at least now he had a reason. Hermione grabbed the book from Draco's grip and stormed away, leaving Ron in a wake of invisible dust. "Come on Draco!"

Malfoy caught up to Hermione shortly around the corner and looked at her, "Jesus Hermione…make sure I'm never on your shit list."

"So Draco what else can you tell me?" Hermione acted like she never had the fight with Ron and opened the book once they were in the library. She pushed it towards Draco who looked at her with confusion in his eyes.

"Hermione…I think you should go apologize to Weasley, as much as I hate him. He was just saying that Brown liked him, though for the life of me I can't figure out why…"

"No," snapped Hermione, "I'm not going to give into him. I was on my way down here and he thought that just because I kissed him a little bit, he could pull me into the potions room to have a romp!" And he was being a jerk, she added silently. And mean, and petty, and jealous, and…and...exactly like I'm being right now. Damn. She sighed.

Malfoy shrugged and sighed, "Whatever Hermione," he pulled the book to him and looked at her, "Anyway, the Oaeur's language was 'figured out', so to speak. Clarice Whippengot, the witch I showed you, wrote down the symbols. Now, it says here that there is a way to figure them out, evidently, there's a connection involving them, but so far no one has figured it out. She did however realize that while most everything changed every time it was put down, one word has stayed the same throughout the ages, and that's….well, evil."

Hermione put her head in her hands, "Why is it that every time you tell me something, I get more and more frustrated."

"Pay attention Hermione," Draco said in an exasperated voice, "Listen. That word was on the book, obviously, I mean…well, I don't know exactly what I mean, but I think our only chance to decode the message is to travel to the place of the Oaeur, which, I happen to know." He said smugly.

Hermione looked up, and stared at Malfoy, "You mean to tell me that you can take me to this 'ancient' spot to figure out the language."

"What part of that didn't you understand? Of course I can, I'm Draco Malfoy. I didn't grow up in the mansion of hell without learning something. Now kindly thank me before you go back to Ron."

"Never, and you can't make me."

Malfoy looked at Hermione with a cocked eyebrow, "Is that anyway to treat the person who's going to save your friends life?" Hermione leaned forward until their noses were almost touching.

"Of course not, this is how I'm treating the person who is going to pack his bags to go with me to this secret spot."

"So I'm right." Draco leaned back and waited for Hermione, "No," said Hermione, "You're never right."

"I'm going to go find Ron and apologize to him before we go. Let's leave in two days. And no, I don't care about classes, not when Dean is in trouble." Hermione walked out of the library and headed to the Gryffindor Common Room. She found Ron sitting on the couch in front of the fire, looking thoroughly depressed. She knew then that he really hadn't meant to make her angry. Smiling, she walked over to him and before he could say a word, she sat on his lap and kissed him fiercely.

"Whoa…" he said, "What was that for?"

"I love you," she said, "and I wanted to show you my gratitude for going with me tonight, even if you did leave."

Ron pushed her back and looked sorrowfully into her eyes, "I'm sorry about what I said about Lavender, I didn't think that you would hate that, I was just trying to be funny."

Hermione sighed and leaned into him touching her forehead to his, "No, I shouldn't have gone overboard, I suppose I was just a little upset that Draco interrupted us. Also, I thought you were getting back at me for Draco having interrupted us," She took a big breath and continued, "Especially when we were just getting to the good part."

Ron gulped and nearly dropped Hermione with shock, "You…you mean…"

"Yep," she said and kissed him hard, "but that's okay, we can finish it right now. Let's go to your room."

"Hermione," Ron groaned, "we can't do that in my room…everybody is sleeping and they'd wake up. Now I don't know about you, but while that's kinky, it's also kind of wrong."

Slapping him on the chest Hermione lowered to his ear and whispered, "Not if we borrow Harry's invisibility cloak and go to the tower."

Ron stood up and backed away slightly, "Hermione," he said attentively, "you know that I would love to do…that with you. I mean, I'm a guy, it's in my genes…but, you haven't wanted to, and I want to know what changed your mind in a couple hours."

Frustrated, Hermione got up off the couch and followed Ron, "Ron, it's difficult to explain but I guess I'll try, since I can't go anywhere without you knowing." She took a breath and walked towards him, "Draco figured out something about the language. We have to leave, and while you're coming with, yes you're coming with Ron; I don't know what's going to happen. And I love you, and I would hate for anything to happen to you and regret now showing you how much I really do…love you."

She gulped and backed him up against the wall next to the fire place, "Ron," she said huskily, "I really do want to sleep with you. Right now before I get scared…"

"Oh Merlin," Ron closed his eyes and leaned his head back before he kissed her on the lips and sighed, "If you're sure."

"I'm sure. Come on, let's go get Harry's cloak." She led the way to his room, holding his hand. Ron, who was still surprised, though not about to complain, silently followed her.

Hermione, though she was a little scared, was absolutely certain that this was what she wanted to do. She loved Ron with all her heart, trusted him with every fiber in her body, and she didn't want to die before he understood exactly how much he meant to her. She would show him tonight, and the future could throw what it would at them. They would stand together.

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A/N: I hope you all liked this chapter. Yes, there are some things in here that might be questionable, but I think its ok. If not…well, I'm not going into anymore description than I did right in here. So that's it! Oh yeah, send me your favorite colors and favorite saying, and I'll see if I can add it in here!
A/N: Can anyone tell me where I got the lip-reading line? Hmm? I'll give you a virtual cookie.