A/N: Happy late 35th birthday, Ginny Weasley! Thanks to WeasleyIsMyKing540, ScarletProphecy14 and loverhr for your brilliant reviews!

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Warning: Swearing and.. a sad moment between Ron and Hermione :(

Disclaimer: I don't own Ron, Hermione, Harry or any of these characters provided in the chapter below. Well expect for one of them! The rest is owned by J.K. Rowling! :)

Chapter 32 ~ Ron's Birthday Surprise

Ron groaned out in pleasure after a good wank last night. What he forgot to do was to put on his pajama pants on. His dick was out and about.

"Aw, shit," Ron mumbled under his breath. He had his morning wood out and about. Hopefully no one saw it sticking out. He looked around to see that he was surprisingly to first to wake up. He sat up to take a brisk shower.

Not until he heard someone moaning out, "Holy shite, Lav! Shake 'em tit, luv!"

Ron almost snorted out a snigger. Bloody wanker, Ron said to himself with a grin. He went over to check his calendar to see black ink smudged on March the 1st. The smug look on Ron's face fell. The, he felt it.

The crave for flesh. He sniffed the room to smell raw flesh around him. He felt his mouth starting to drool. His teeth turned sharp and his claws were out.

"Ron..?" came a small voice. Alerted, he turned around and growled at him.

"Ron, do you remember me?" Harry asked him in a small voice.

It took a bit for him to respond, but Ron managed to croak out, "'Arry, I need meat.. Must have raw meat!"

"Calm down, mate," Harry whispered over to him. "Get dressed and all, and we'll go to the kitchen."

Ron nodded his head and went to take a brisk shower. He put on his jumper and a pair of jeans that went up to his ankles. He quickly brushed his hair, leaving some part of his shaggy hair a little messy.

He walked out the door putting his claws in his pockets. He eyed down Harry, and made him lead the way.

When they arrived, they saw Winky placing raw meat on the pan.

"Meat!" Ron growled out. He reached his hand over to the raw meat of pork and ate it. His sharp teeth ripped through the thick slice.

"Why is Mister Wheezy eating what Winky is told to make?" Winky looked up at Harry.

"Please don't mind him. If he doesn't get a satisfying amount of raw meat in a day, he'll go crazy, Winky," Harry told the house elf.

"Anything for Mister Wheezy and Potter!" Winky squeaked. "You are very welcomed here to come anytime with, Winky!"

"Thank you," Harry smiled. "Have you see Dobby?"

"Dobby is with Mistress McGonagall," Winky replied, as Ron grabbed another slice of thick flesh. Before Ron could munch down on his slice of delicious raw meat, Hermione came in, wearing her periwinkle shirt and comfy jeans. Her hair was in a ponytail, to try and keep it tamed.

"I knew you'd be here out and ab- Ron!?" said Hermione.

Harry went up to Hermione and told her about his craving for raw meat. She looked up at Ron who was viciously gobbling down a slice of raw pork. She slowly went over to the werewolf with flaming red-orange hair.

"Ron," Hermione gently nudged on Ron's shoulder. He turned his head to his side to face Hermione so quickly that he could've snapped his neck.

"Mate," Ron gently growled at her. He saw Hermione's concern chocolate brown eyes looking at him and the meat he was currently eating. "Mate, me sorry. Me want raw meat.

"It's alright, Ron," a small smile crept along her face. "Come on, let's go and eat eat some breakfast."

Ron ate the last of the meat, and he went off to follow Hermione and Harry. He sat right next to, as Harry sat in front of them. Ron saw Hedwig coming in with the Daily Prophet. She dropped it in the middle of the trio, and she flew off.

"Hermione Granger and The-Werewolf-Who-Howled?" Harry read to the both with a scowl.

"Let me see that," Hermione demanded and read the excerpt from Rita Skeeter's side of the newspaper.

Hermione Granger

and

The-Werewolf-Who-Howled?

Ronald Weasley, known as The-Werewolf-Who-Howled, has fallen under the spell of Miss Hermione Granger!

Recently, the two best friends of Harry Potter himself, have been up to forbidden romance! We all know that a werewolf and human are not compatible! Could Mister Weasley be using Miss Granger to only contain the beast within? Or is this true? A werewolf and human together?

Find out what happens next, next week!

~ Rita Skeeter

"Rita hurt mate.." Ron snarled.

"I'm alright, Ron," Hermione assured him. "I'd never listen to that old hag, anyway."

Ron chuckled. "Hermione Granger making a joke? Oh please tell me this is a joke!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and playfully pushed him. She was happy to hear him goofily joking around in his normal voice.

"You're such an idiot," Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron had his lopsided grin on for the whole world to see.

"Sorry that I scared any of you earlier," Ron shrugged. "I can't promise that won't happen again, though."

"Ron," Hermione said. She held onto his cold palm. "Like I promise, I'll always be there for you."

Ron's ears turned pink, and he felt himself slowly boiling. Hermione felt the sudden change in Ron's now tepid body temperature. The cold palm turned tepid and a bit sweaty. Hermione could feel herself blushing.

"Guys," Harry bombarded into their moment. "Viktor is coming his way.

Oh, fuck me, Ron said to himself. A bulky figure came walking towards the trio. He smiled at all three of them. He sat right next to Hermione and greeted her.

"Bloody Vicky Scum is 'ere to ruin everything," Ron spat. Harry wasn't sure if he was talking to himself or to him. "Why the hell am I not surprised?"

"Herm-own-ninny, I've 'eard zat today is Vonald's birthday. Am I correct?" Viktor questioned Hermione.

"Yes, yes it is," she responded.

"Vell," Viktor looked at Ron's hollow face. His crystal blue eyes slowly turned darker. He was gripping his fork so tightly, that it bent over. "'Appy birthday, 'Vonald. May I wizh for zee best vor you."

Ron started to see red all of a sudden.

"Isn't that sweet," Hermione looked over at Ron to only be greeted by him slightly shaking with rage. Rage poured down the happy little village. Ron was just having a special moment with his Hermione, but Viktor just had to ruin everything.

"Go. Away," Ron growled at Viktor.

"Ron, what are you-" before Hermione to finish asking her question, Ron started to growl menacingly. Hermione looked at Harry. She signaled him that they should go to the headquarters.

"Harry, you go with Ron!" Hermione ordered him. "I'll go and get raw meat from the kitchen."

Harry took out his wand and whispered, "Lumos.." In an instant, the two best friends disappeared, leaving Hermione with Viktor.

"Vemember zee deal, Granger," Viktor sneered. "I can 'ear you. Zay eet and I vell do eet. Underztand?"

Hermione slowly nodded her head.

"Pervect.."

"Go away," Ron growled at Harry.

"Ron, she's gonna come soon. I promise," Harry said to his best mate, as he restrained him from going off to kill Viktor. Ron roared at Harry and soon, he grew claws. He felt himself getting more muscular and taller. Then, they heard a wisp of wind. Hermione came in with a napkin of two slices of raw pork.

"Harry!" Hermione called out. "Let him go."

"But - but - Hermione," Harry struggled to form words. "He's gone mental!"

"Please," she begged to her best friend. The boy with messy jet black hair closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"If it gets out of hand, I'll have to use my wand," Harry said to her. She nodded her head in agreement; Harry replied with a simple nod. Before he had to let go of Ron, it was too late. There stood the werewolf with blood red fur and a lean muscular body. He broke out of Harry's grasp and ran to pounce of Hermione's petite body.

The dominant werewolf roared at her. He saw the raw meat of her cleavage as drool on her shirt. Ron looked at the meat and then her at her.

"Ron, take it," Hermione said in a soft tone.

"Vicky," he growled at her.

"He - he's not here, I promise you that," she assured her.

"Vicky with mate! How dare hunter take you," he roared at her, showing off his razor sharp teeth. Harry pointed his wand at the beast before him.

"Stupefy," he casted at the werewolf, but it dodged it on time. He roared a mighty roar at Harry. His eyes glowed with rage. He was breathing heavily in anger.

"'Arry, stop" he snarled at him. He approached Harry, but the werewolf was hit by a book. He quickly turned around to find that Hermione threw the book.

"Come and get me!" she yelled over to him. He werewolf growled in acceptance. He went to pounce on her, but Harry threw a book at him, as well.

"STOP!" he yelled at them. The werewolf picked up two chairs and threw it at Harry at a moderate speed.

"No!" Hermione cried out in shock. She ran up to Harry and blocked him from the incoming chairs. She dragged Harry to the side but in the process, she got hit by one of the chairs. Hermione cried out in pain, and she fell on the floor. The pain shot up throughout her body the second the leg of the chair hit her left shoulder blade. The other chair missed and smashed against the wall, only taking off one leg.

"'Ermione?" Ron called out on shock. His dark crystal blue eyes tinted a bit. His eyes fogged with guilt and self angee in an instant. He was constricted with so much worry and confusion to why he was going to harm his best mate and Hermione.

I'm a monster, Ron said to himself. He backed away from the two of them, and he placed his large furry hands over his canine head. If he wanted to, he could scratched himself with his pointed claws in an instant.

"Ow - ow - OW! H-Harry it hurts," Hermione hissed in pain, as Harry tried to get her to sit at the couch with little success. Ron's perked ears draped down. He winced in sadness at his act of violence. He thought of his rage a few minutes ago. Rage consumed him and it lead him to hurt them. Ron didn't have the strength to approach them, so he hid in the shadowy corner of the room. He sat down and had his head hung low. His hands were on his faces to guide his face full self anger and sadness.

"Harry," Hermione slowly looked up at him. "The meat," she looked over to the raw pork laying there at the center of the room. "G-give it to Ron, please. Maybe it'll calm him down?"

Harry simply nodded his head, and he went to pick up the slices of pink meat. He looked over to see Ron couching in the corner with his hands gripping onto his faces to hide it from them.

"Uh, Hermione.." Harry whispered over to Hermione and looked at her. "Look over there."

Hermione saw a bulky figure couching in the corner, hiding away from her and Harry. A faint light from the illuminating fireplace shared across the blood red fur of the guilty werewolf. Hermione went to stand up and go over to Ron, but for a split second she completely forgot that she had an injured back. She winced in pain; it made there werewolf's ears perk up. Ron slowly looked up to see Hermione slowly approaching him with obvious struggle.

"Ron," she said his name in a soft whisper. Her voice sounded strained, as well. "I'm - I'm alright.."

She was almost there. Suddenly, she fell on her knees and hissed in pain. She had her left arm stretching towards her back; she had her hand massage her back. The bushy haired brunette cried out, when she touched over where she was hit.

In an instant, Ron cradled her like a baby. He gently held her in his arms, scared that she might let out that horrible noise again.

"Ron," Harry said to Ron with sympathetic emerald eyes. "We need to bring her to the Hospital Wing."

Ron nodded his head in agreement. He saw Hermione trying to hold back a strained groan from the back of her throat. Ron's eyes softened at the vulnerable body of the most fierce and passionate person he's ever met in his whole life. The love of his life. A girl who accepted him as a bloodthirsty monster.

His brilliant Hermione..

"You need to turn back into your human form," Harry pointed out. "You can do that in an instant. Right?"

Ron nodded his head from side of side. "Need 'Ermione to calm me.."

Hermione grinned. "You're such a dependant prat, Ronald. Did you know that?"

A deep chuckle erupted from the werewolf. He started to slowly turn back into a human. His orange shirt was a bit torn. His trousers were ripped from the sides.

"I'm sorry," Ron closed his eyes and closed his eyes very briefly to take a deep breath. It took him a hit to form coherent words from his dry lips. "I - I didn't know why or - or how I did that."

"C'mon, mate," Harry snapped him out of it. "We need to get Hermione to Madame Pomfrey and fast."

They blew on the tips of their wands and they were instantly wisped away.

"Madame Pomfrey!" came the voice of Harry Potter. "Help!"

The healer turned around and she unsurprisingly saw the trio approaching her. She had a brief scowl on her face before they sat Hermione down on the bed. She hissed in pain in contact with the infirmary bed.

"What is it this time?" Madame Pomfrey asked them.

"Hermione's back been injured," Ron said with no emotion expressing from his face and tone. "She got hit by a chair."

The healer's left brow arched in slight interest, but she could care less. She went to get the potions and bandages required for the healing processes, leaving the three teens. Ron sat back on a chair and rubbing his whole face in frustration.

"Alright, the both of you must wait outside," Madame Pomfrey came in with bottles of potions with labels and a tape of bandages. "I have to remove some layer of clothing from Miss Granger here.."

The tips of Ron's ears turned scarlet by the information. He could feel a stir from the abdomen of this body. They waved at Hermione and went to stand outside, until Madame Pomfrey told them the coast was clear.

"I'm really sorry, Harry," Ron sparked a conversation between the two of them. "I could've killed you.."

Ron bit his bottom lip. "I'm a bloody monster. Why did you or Hermione even accept me?"

"Dammit, Ron," Harry breathed out. "Snap out of your guilt, because sooner or later you'll end up being complete mental."

"I guess," the flaming red-orange haired werewolf shrugged.

After a few minutes of the rift of silence, Madame Pomfrey came in and told them they were allowed in once more. Ron and Harry went to the bed that was occupied with a prone figure. Ron's eyes softened at the sight of her. She was laying down still as a rock, and her head was looking up at the dull ceiling.

"Hey," Ron greeted her with a smile, making her jump a bit.

"Hey," Hermione said in a strained voice from her dry throat. She looked and Harry and nodded her head to greet him. He nodded back with a smile.

"I'll go and get Ginny," Harry waved them a farewell and went off to find Ginny. Though, the real reason was to leave the two of them alone.

Hermione looked up at Ron and said, "You shouldn't be aiming yourself, you know."

"How the-"

"Honestly, Ronald," Hermione rolled her eyes. "But in all seriousness, it wasn't really your fau-"

"I could've killed you, Hermione," Ron said to her in a low voice, as he tried to hide his grimace filled face. "You should stay away from me."

"But - Ron-"

"No, Hermione.." Ron looked up to face her teary chocolate eyes to feel guilt rise within him that he was the cause of all of this. "I don't wanna hurt you though."

"I'm your mate though!" Hermione pointed out. "If we separate, you'll go beserk and you'll start to crave for raw flesh."

"I can survive," Ron said in a cold tone. "I'll prove it to you.."

He looked at Hermione one last time. His crystal blue eyes pierced through her gentle brown one's. Ron silently gulped to salivate his dry throat. He then, saw that Hermione was about to cry any second. Before she could, he silently walked away from, so she couldn't see him cry.

"Ron, you've spoiled everything!" she yelled out to him and to only him. Hermione could feel her tears of sadness and anger trickle down her red cheeks. As soon as the door heavy oak wood doors closed, Hermione started to sob in defeat. Her eyes swelled with falling tears.

What she didn't know was that Ron started to also, feel slow tears running down his pale face. Some of the tears streamed from his long nose too. He let out a small sob.

Why the hell am I crying over her, Ron scolded himself, as he wiped the tears away. Bloody hormones..

In the Hospital Wing stood Madame Pomfrey who witnessed the whole thing. True, eavesdropping is bad but she couldn't help herself to stay in turn for Ron and Hermione's scene of angst. She too, had experience something similar with this with her ex-husband, Adam.

"Teenagers and their raging hormones," the healer mumbled under her breath. "How pitiful.. Truly pitiful."

A/N: Will Ron and Hermione ever get it right? Well I sure hope so! Thanks for reading and have a great day! :D