Laws of Love: Chapter 25:

Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Ron sneaked down the corridor, trying to look casual. It was 11 o clock on Christmas Eve, most of the celebrations were over and the younger years were sauntering themselves up to bed.

Dumbledore had chosen tonight to have the first real JAH meeting in school. The members traveled in small groups down to the room of requirement, the prefects (besides the Slyhterin prefects who were off mysteriously off duty tonight) were alerted and when they came across a wandering group they merely nodded and walked on.

They had made it safely to the meeting, Fred and George and some others were already there along with some teachers. Harry was elected male junior head of JAH, and Katie was the female junior head. They waited in their own corner for every one to sit down in the large room.

When it was time, Dumbledore stepped up first with Lupin and Professor Luke acting as his body guards, standing sifly behind him.

"Welcome, students. To the first meeting of JAH. We've had a busy year, and I'm sorry to say that it doesn't get any less busy. The JAH training term is beginning and you'll have to squeeze it into your busy schedule. Don't worry Quidditch players and Gobstone club lovers; we have taken your extra curricular activities into account when setting up our plans." he smiled at Harry and Katie, who nodded nervously and stepped forward.

"Uhm," Harry started awkwardly." Tonight it's going to be a bit basic. We are going to split you up into 4 teams. These teams will not only train together but will…if necessary also…fight together." he paused, waiting for peoples reactions, but it remained silent, "Yeah, uhm. The first Team is going to be led by Professor Lupin and his junior assistant…me. The second team is going to be led by Professor Luke and Katie Bell. The third team will be lead by Professor McGonagall and George Weasley and the fourth team will be led by Professor Snape with his junior assistant Fred Weasley. To see in which team you are, there is a list on the wall."

People got up and stared at the list, Ron reemerged from the crowd, and said "Hermione, Luna and me are in Harry's team. Ginny is in George's, and Neville is in Fred's. I don't know about the rest."

Hermione beamed, and grabbed Ron's hand while Ginny sighed and lumbered away. She was disappointed; clearly she wanted to be in a team with her friends. Harry bit his lip, how he wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her forehead and say that it's all going to be okay and she shouldn't worry about something as silly as this. But he knew he couldn't and it hurt him.

Soon Hermione and Ron found themselves surrounded with disappointed people, even Luna and Neville lost their cheer as they realized that they weren't in each others team.

Dumbledore dismissed the group and shooed them away; wanting to have a private meeting with the teachers who were leading the teams.

Fred and George walked with the others, complaining loudly about their team leaders, "I got McGonagall, it's not fair! She'll be whipping my arse for discipline soon; did you see that look in her eyes when Harry announced that I was her assistant? Horrible" George said, shaking his head but secretly enjoying himself as he saw Fred's angry face, "Shut up! She's easy compared to Snape! You're lucky and you know it."

And it went on like that, right until it was time for bed and every one dragged themselves upstairs. Hermione hesitated before ascending her stairs, and Ron was hesitating by his own too. They looked at each other, and they knew it was right. "Come with me." Hermione whispered so softly it was more like a breath then a whisper, but Ron heard her and he was going to remember those 3 words for the rest of his life.

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Christmas morning was a beautiful morning. Birds were twittering and snow was falling.

If you drew the curtains back from the secret bedroom in the Gryffindor Tower you could look out into the grounds perfectly; Hagrid's hut, the lake, the Quidditch pitch, the forest, the greenhouses and the thousands of courtyards that littered the Hogwarts grounds and everything was covered in white snow.

However, the two people that occupied the room weren't looking at the wonders. They were just opening their eyes and weren't quite used to the warmth of the other's person's body right beside them in the morning.

Hermione snuggled tentatively into Ron's arms and he yawned contently.

"Merry Christmas." Hermione breathed into his ear.

Ron smirked, "My favorite type of present, its naked."

Hermione swatted him playfully on the arm but then leaned her head against his chest, hearing his heart beat. "I'm hearing mine right now; it's your beating heart." Ron looked at her, lying on his bare chest, her curls spread all over the bed and it was the first time that he realized that he loved her, really loved her. Not the crush-love, but the real love. The love that you're willing to die for.

The morning could have gone on like that; romantically, quietly and peacefully. But Ron's stomach ruined it when it gave a load rumble. Hermione couldn't help but laugh as she got up and pulled the bed covers over herself. She looked around the room and found her self feeling smug; it was a brilliant find.

Well actually she didn't find it but the Marauders map did. She was only curious to see what the empty room was in the tower where no one went, so she decided to take a peak, learning the room's password from the map. She liked it and kept it at the back of her mind ever since she found it.

Anyways, she was looking around when she spotted the humongous pile of presents on the end of their bed. Somehow the house elves had managed to get up there and deliver the presents anyways. It was a bigger pile because it was both their presents combined. Most of them were for Ron since Hermione got most of her Christmas presents combined with her Birthday presents.

She picked one of Ron's presents up and chucked it at his head, 'Wake up, we got prezzies." Ron grunted but obeyed to his girlfriend's wishes. He took the present, which was from his mother and unwrapped it. It was a Weasley jumper, a beautiful one. It wasn't maroon as always, but grey. The mature color, the ones she reserved for Bill and Charlie. Ron smiled and put it aside. Hermione also got a Weasley jumper, but hers was ruby red and had a white heart knitted into the middle.

Ron didn't feel like unwrapping more just yet, and Hermione agreed. But before Ron could jump of the bed and get dressed Hermione hugged him, slipped of the silver bracelet that she always wore and put it around his wrist. "I love you." She said as a matter of explanation. "I love you too, I'll always wear it." Ron replied, and he meant it. On the bracelet stood carved; "Hermione", which he traced with his fingers, "I mean it." He added.

They both got dressed in silence, Ron in a pair of black baggy trousers and his new Jumper while Hermione wore a brown skirt, red leggings and the jumper that she got.

They went down to breakfast, but before entering the great Hall Hermione held Ron back, "We can't go in at the same time, it might look suspicious." Ron laughed, "You think of everything don't you?"

Hermione simply smiled and went in first. Her act was brilliant, asking them if she knew where Ron was because she hadn't seen him all morning, on which most of the guys replied that he hadn't gone up to bed either. Hermione looked worried, seriously worried. Every one was buying it.

After 15 minutes Ron decided to stop waiting and join them, he came into the hall with elaborate yawns and stretches, he had his story all figured out.

"Ah man, fell asleep in the bathroom." He sighed as he sat down next to Harry and Hermione. "I think one of those bubble taps in the prefect's bathroom has sleeping potion in it or something." Hermione went in on the idea, "Yeah, in Hogwarts a history it says that occasionally people have put sleeping potion in the taps as a practical joke. I don't think its hilarious at all, I mean a person could drown you know." She pats Ron's arm with great concern and ask him if he is alright.

People were soaking up the story easily, except Harry who stared at them with raised eyebrows. He didn't say anything but he didn't have to. Ron knew what he was thinking.

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The Charms teacher, or Dean's dad, Professor Luke turned out to be made of McGonagall Cookie Dough. He was strict and fast, but kind to students. Many girls didn't pay much attention to what he was saying, more to what he was doing. He was hot, every one knew it. And thanks to the sudden realization, Dean had become very popular amongst the girls; and it's simple to explain; Dean is his father's spitting image.

Dean doesn't enjoy the attention much, and spends most of his time up in the dorms or with his father. His father asks him a lot of questions, he was very interested in the JAH, and asked Dumbledore after hearing his son's story if he; Professor Luke, could become a supervisor or something. Just so he could look out a little bit for his little boy. Or so he said it. Dean was very about this, and was even happier when he got put into his father's team.

But thanks to the sudden find of Dean's father, Dean spends a lot less time with Seamus. And Seamus's mood has altered significantly since. Seamus takes a liking to ease his sorrows with Parvati, leaving Lavender all alone. Resulting that Lavender is more on war path then ever. She flirts with Ron every second that she can, ignoring the fact that he seems absolutely disgusted with her and Lavender is always bullying Hermione around. The rest of the Christmas holidays creep by painfully. Harry and Ginny are both depressed since their breakup, Luna is seemingly less interested in Neville and Hermione is suffering a lot of pressure since every time she has done a bit of homework and leaves it for a second to get another book her homework has mysteriously ended up in the fire.

Ron tries his best to comfort her, but he's Ron after all and will always be Ron and he will never understand girl feelings.

This was the last night before the holidays end, and Hermione sitting by the fire, furiously trying to finish her homework with Ron sitting besides her and silently copying the work that she finished. Ron takes great care in putting her essays away after wards into his own bag so that the vandal cant destroy them anymore. 2 hours have passed and its nearly midnight. Ron gets up and walks over to Hermione, kissing her neck softly while massaging her shoulders, "Come on, it's out last night of freedom. Relax."

"Do I look like a bunny to you? No? Good, then you realize that I don't shag 24.7, so please, bugger off." Hermione snaps, putting away yet another piece of homework and starting a new essay. An essay that she has had to start over again 4 times thanks to the vandal who keeps throwing them in the fire.

Ron looks hurt and walks away, "I wasn't talking about that. I'm too tired, I was just saying that maybe we should go to bed in the sense of…sleeping together…..no it's like…dreaming and snoring and all that stuff." Hermione feels guilty instantly, "Okay, after I finish this essay okay? Just wait."

Ron smiles, for her he'll wait forever.

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P.S Please read my new story; Be Careful, It's my heart. Its a Draco/Hermione fic...anyways, tah tah. Sorry for the long update and the crappy chapter. The story is in the stage where you cant exactly make a time jump just yert. The problem is; I NEED TO MAKEA TIME JUMP. so for the coming chapter i'm just going to rant on a bit. Dont get mad, after which i have great plans...abduction, marriage and...death. tuh tuh tuh!