A/N: Holy oreos! Almost there to 170+ reviews! Anyways, I'm sorry for not posting yesterday. School is here and my butt hurts from sitting down and listening to procedures and signing papers and crap. Thanks to WeasleyIsMyKing540, heronlove, loverhr, ScarletProphecy14, fons19, Orange Chicken and the mysterious guest! If you haven't already, check out my other story, Behind These Cold Walls! It's another Romione story (duh).

Warning: Swearing

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Chapter 37 ~ A Wizard and a Muggle: Part I

"You have reached the Granger's residents. We are temporarily unavailable as of this moment. Please leave a message after the beep."

BEEP

"Hey, Hermione. I was wondering if I could stay over at your house for a day. After that, I'll take you to the Burrow. Thanks," Ron said into the telephone, as he tried to keep his voice nice and steady. Ron hung up and turned around to see his mother who was holding a tray of freshly cooked lasagna.

"They're not available, even though I sent them an owl yesterday and Hermione said she was back from France," Ron shrugged.

"Oh, I'm sure they're just busy, dear," said Mrs. Weasley. "Mind you, they've just came back from France."

Ron sighed and looked out his window. "I try to block out your guy's scent so I don't go mental and eat you guys."

"But we feed you raw meat, Ronnie," Molly said obviously shocked.

"I think it's because I'm not here with Hermione," Ron admitted. His ears were pink and a rosy tint of red appeared on his freckled cheeks. "I know we had some complications during 4th year and all, but I can't help but to miss her. Not only for my sane, but for our friendship, ya know."

RING

"I think that's for you, Ron," her mother said with a confident smile. She carried her tray of lasagna back to the kitchen counter to let it cool a bit.

Ron smiled and picked up the telephone.

"Hello?" came his quiet voice.

"R-Ron..? Is that really you?" Merlin's left saggy balls. Hearing her voice after such a long time made him sweaty and hot suddenly. His stomach felt empty, as well.

"H-hey, Hermione," he said to her.

"Oh, Ron," her voice came from the technology. "You're planning on coming over to my house?"

"Uh, yeah," Ron said a little shaky at first. "I've already got everything packed up and all."

"That sounds brilliant," Hermione said with genuine happiness. "I'll tell my parents right now, in fact. They'll be thrilled. Just floo over to my place and I'll have everything settled."

"Sounds great," Ron said, feeling his ears heat up. "See you there then."

"I will," she said.

Ron placed his telephone down and felt fireworks exploding around him. Merlin was bloody listening to him for once!

CRACK!

"We've heard a certain somebody is visiting Miss Granger's place for the night," a familiar voice said.

"He's finally got the bird, eh, Ronniekins?"

"Aw, shit," Ron sighed under his breath. When he thought everything was fine, the twins had to come in.

"6 in the morong is a lucky time, ain't it?" George said to his younger brother.

"C'mon, leave 'em," Fred said with a mischievous smirk.

"RON'S CAUGHT A BIRD! RON'S CAUGHT A BIRD!"

"Will you two stop teasing Ron!" Molly scolded them. "Or I'll ought to ground you!"

The twins groaned.

CRACK!

"Here, Ronnie," his mother gave him floo powder. "Have fun but most importantly-"

"Be safe," Ron playfully rolled his eyes and they both hugged. After the farewell hug, Ron yelled out, "The Granger's Household!"

Dazzling deep emerald green flames engulfed him whole.

He stepped out of the fireplace to finally arrive at Hermione's house. As expected, every decoration was elegant. The theme of the house was grey steel and white decors. Ron peaked over to see a shelf full of Hermione's pictures when she was young. He chuckled, when he saw her baby pictures.

It was unusual though. Muggle pictures didn't move like magical pictures back home. Ron then saw a black box with a screen on it. He tapped on the glass but nothing happened. Ron saw a controller and press the red button saying POWER.

Suddenly, he heard and saw images appearing on the screen. He jumped a bit from his discovery.

"That's a television," came a voice from behind. Ron quickly turned around and saw the most beautiful person he could ever see. Hermione was a bit tam now. She must've tanned during her stay at France. Her shirt revealed the curves he had longed to see under her robes. Her breasts was a bit bigger from his observation. Oh her bloody breast. Then her ass. It was-

"Hello? Ron!" Hermione smacked him on the head to gain his attention back to her face. "My parents would like to meet you. They're a couple of inches away from us, you know."

Ron stood up immediately by the mention of her parents. He cleared his throat, and straightened himself properly. "Hello Mrs. and Mister Granger."

"Look at you, Ron," Hermione's mother said with a smile. The mother's hair was just like Hermione's, but more tamed. "You've grown quite tall since the last time we met."

Ron chuckled by her comment on his height. "It runs in the Weasley family."

"My, what's that you've got?" Mister Granger looked over at the tray Ron was holding.

He said, "I made some lasagna with my mum."

"You cook, Ron?" Hermione said in amazement.

"Yeah, it actually helps comfort me," Ron shrugged, feeling his ears heat up.

"Well, why don't you take Ron to the guest's room, Hermione," her mother said to her. Hermione obeyed and took Ron to his very own room. He laid his bag of clothes and everything on the bed, and he sat on a chair.

"Your hair," Hermione gently ran through his hair with shaky fingers, making Ron closed his eyes as if he were in heaven. "It's shorter.."

Ron smiled a bit, feeling his ears heat up. "Well, mum cut it. She said that it got in the way, my locks."

Hermione smiled and sat on his bed. They were silent for a bit, until Hermione sparked a conversation, "How are you feeling? We weren't on the greatest of terms because of the whole incident."

"Hermione," he said in a soft voice. "I'm alright, I guess.."

"You were yelling at me of how I was a liar and I - I," she was cobbling in a strained voice. "I felt like you hated me."

His eyes were widened open. He went to gingerly sit next to her and placed his large hands into her's. He squeezed them tightly yet gently. "I could never hate you, Hermione."

Her chocolate brown eyes looked to see his sincere crystal blue eyes sparkling in the morning sun. Hermione scooted closer to him and breathed in and out his scent. Ron did the same.

"You're such an idiot you know," she whispered over to him. "When you left, you could've gone mad."

Ron shrugged. "I just wanted some time on my own. I wanted to refresh my mind from everything."

They sat there, in their own thoughts for a while.

"Does your parents know that I'm a werewolf?" he asked her, straightening up a bit.

"They don't," Hermione said to him.

"Good," Ron sighed out in relief.

Hermione's left brow arched up. "I'm planning on telling them though. We can't just keep a secret and wait till they find out and go nuts."

"No no no no NO!" Ron mumbled. "They won't accept me!"

"Ronald Weasley," she scowled. "If Harry, your whole family and I have accepted you as a werewolf, then what difference those that make of them?"

Ron opened his mouth to respond, but his words failed him. He grunted out in frustration. Hermione grinned happily in victory and went to grab her purse.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"We're going around town. I've already got my parent's consent," said Hermione, as she put her wallet in her purse. Ron stood and and straightened out his shirt. They went out and walked towards town.

"Woah, look at that fellytone," Ron nudged on Hermione's shoulders at the expensive yet dashing telephone that was on sale on the display window.

Hermione laughed. "It's pronounced telephone."

The tip on Ron's ears started to heat up. He cleared his throat and waited for Hermione to proceed on. They looked around and around, until they saw a food court. Ron awed at the food they served and pulled Hermione along with him.

"Ron, what are doing?" she asked him, clearly annoyed.

"I'm interested in pizza and glazed donuts," Ron said to her. Hermione went up to the cashier and went to order two slices of pizza and glazed donuts.

She returned back to the table and gave him what he had ordered. He slowly bite the pizza and made the cheesy stringy and dangle from the pizza. He slurped it up and eat it.

"Blimey, this is bloody amazing!" Ron gobbled down the remaining of his pizza, making Hermione smile. Though, he was recieving weird glared directly at him, but the two of them could care less. Ron grabbed the donuts and took a huge bite of it to only gobble it whole.

"Merlin's left saggy balls, muggle food is brilliant," Ron commented, then he took a sip of water.

"Language, Ronald," Hermione rolled her chocolate brown orbs and playfully smiled at him.

It was already noon already and Ron and Hermione just had the most greatest tome of their lives. He couldn't stop cracking and smile and Hermione couldn't help but to talk and laugh along with his jokes. It reminded them of the days where they weren't being chased by a dark wizard or threatened to death. Their smiled were bright as the sun. Their laughs were harmonic to each other; their conversations could last on for hours on end.

After what had seemed such a long say, they were walking back to Hermione's house. Suddenly, they were stopped by two girls.

"Granger?" came the shock voice of a girl with long black hair. A girl with shoulder length blonde hair followed along.

Hermione scowled at the both of them. "Devonya and Isabella, what would you like?"

"We haven't seen you around, Granger. What happened? Cat got your tongue?" Devonya mocked her. Then her malicious brown eyes traveled towards the towering ginger. "You are..?

"Ron," he responded, gently pulling Hermione closer to him.

"Well, Ron," Isabella joined in. "You should really stay away from that freak."

Hermione felt herself flushing with embarrassment. She looked up at Ron to see his eyes turning darker. His grasp upon her wrist tightened slightly.

He retorted by saying, "You better stay away from her, or I'll be hunting the both of you down and kill you!"

Ron dragged Hermione along with him, quickly to her house and away from the two. For the remainder of the walk, they stayed on awkward silence. Hermione pulled out her house keys and went to unlock the her house door.

They entered in and headed upstairs towards their room. Before they part ways Hermione lightly touched his forearm, gaining his.

"Thanks," Hermione's chocolate brown eyes sparkled with genuine sincerity. She pulled Ron into a welcoming hug. She hung her arms around his neck; she had to tiptoe a bit though. Ron hugged back, bend down a bit because of his height. His strong arms were around her waist. Minutes seemed to have past as the everlasting hug lasted until the night was young.

The bush haired brunette knew her parents were sleeping by now, making her relax a bit. He inhaled her scent, Hermione did the same, as well. They both felt secured and safe from harm's way.

They wouldn't dare let go of one another. They were just like peanut and jelly. Though, that's what the muggles say.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Have a nice day, pal! :D