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Warning: Tad bit of swearing

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Chapter 39 ~ The Woes of Mr. Granger

Ron woke up to feel a body close to him. It was almost as though they were a perfect fit for one another. His eyes traveled down to a awfully recognizable trait of one of his best friends. Her bushy brown hair acted like a second pillow, making him smile. Her face was facing away from him sadly, but that was alright for him. He held Hermione closer to him to smell none nothing than the scent of vanilla and coconut. He knew his nose didn't deceive him for he had enjoyed the smell of Hermione for some odd reason. Maybe it was so he could wake up to the smell of something so delectable such as her smell.

"Silly Crookshanks," Hermione mumbled, as a small smile Then, something struck to Ron. Where the ruddy hell was Crookshanks? Was he out and about on the streets just as he had hoped for?

Then, he felt her moving to face towards him. Ron was awestruck to see such a beautiful angel like her before him. Sure she thought that she looked stupid and all, but that wasn't the case to a certain boy with flaming red-orange hair. He lightly and gently cup his right hand on her cheek to soothingly rub circles on her soft and fragile skin. It made his heart skip a beat, when he saw a small smile curved on her tanned skin. Ron liked her skin tanned lightly. It was a nice touch ever since she came back from France.

"Ron, why?" he heard her mumble. "I'm sorry.."

"Hermione?" Ron started to try and wake her up. "Wake up."

"I'm sorry!" her voice became more desperate. "Please, I didn't do it!

"Hermione!" he called out and she revealed her chocolate brown eyes to him. They were frantically searching around the room for some reassurance or at least some comfort. Coincidentally, he was there for her.

"Ron?" Hermione croaked out from her dry throat.

"It's me, don't worry," he assured her and carefully tugged an unkempt plait of hair to her ear.

She smiled at him and yawned out. Hermione sat up to reveal her mane of her bushy brown hair looking as if she took hair advice from Harry himself. She was the first to go to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Ron was to follow after she was wearing a simple blouse with her pair of jeans. As soon as they were both ready they made their ways downstairs to hear Hermione's parents talking in hushed voices.

Hermione confidently cleared her throat, as the both of them took their seats. Ron could feel himself drooling all over the food before his very eyes. Perfect golden brown pancakes and the aroma of crispy bacon filled all his senses. Hermione took notice and nudged him on the stomach to have him sit straight and proper to face her parents.

"So, the both of you slept together last night I assume," Hermione's father, Winston, started out.

The two of them blushed from how things started out. Her mother, Linda, cleared her throat and glared at her father.

"Ronald," Ron became tense from the mention of his full name from Mr. Granger himself. "I'd like to talk to you in private after we eat. We have much to discuss."

"S-sure," he stuttered, and nervously smiled at him. The flaming-red haired teen took a pile of pancakes and a certain amount of bacons. He ate his slowly and carefully, scared that if he screwed up, Hermione's father would make a snarky comment out of it.

"So, how was your sleep, dear?" Mrs. Granger came to the rescue and politely asked her daughter.

"It was nice," she responded, after she gulped down a slice of pancake that was covered with maple syrup. "Though, I suppose Ron could be a bit more quieter. His snores are loud as a grizzly bear in hibernation."

"Hey! I'm not that loud," he playfully retorted, knowing the playful glint he saw in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Yes you do," she chuckled. "You just don't realize it because you're too busy dreaming of tap dancing spiders."

"How did you-"

"I heard you mumbling it, as you slept," she grinned. Ron grunted in defeat, and lazily plopped a piece of bacon in his mouth.

Hermione's mother couldn't help but laugh. "You're arachnophobic, Ron?"

"What's archnopobic?" Ron tried sounding out the syllables.

"It means you're afraid of spiders," Hermione rolled her eyes, and they continued in eating in peace. Ron couldn't help himself and got seconds, making Hermione secretly smile.

After they ate, Winston stood from his chair and signaled Ron to come and follow him. Ron looked at Hermione. She gave him an encouraging smile and he smiled back in response. He took a deep breath and stood up to follow her father at the backyard of their house where he saw the patch of nicely lawned grass. A picnic table could be seen at the center of it all.

"Sit over here," he said to the nervous teen. They sat face-to-face. Ron was ready to spill out the beans in front of Hermione's father.

"So, you were bitten by a werewolf when you were little?" Winston started out.

"Yes," he nodded. "The scar is right across from my chest."

"And you first transformed during the end of my daughter's 3rd year. You nearly harmed her," he maintained a stern voice, making Ron increasingly worried and nervous.

"I couldn't see anything, sir. All I saw were her eyes," he said truthfully, "I guess that happens when it's your first time transforming into a werewolf."

"So, you're saying that you're a werewolf. A werewolf that symbolizes hope and courage? I find it hard to believe," Winston said.

"I know it's hard to believe. Trust me, sir. I've heard everything that is familiar to what you are saying being discussed in the Ministry," said the werewolf, "I just want to show that not all grim looking creatures are vile and driven by bloodlust. You've got to understand that we have feelings to. We experience the same thing as humans do. We can function what humans do, as well."

The teen with flaming red-orange hair stopped briefly and gathered more of his thoughts, picking them each carefully, "Though, it's the choice we make, sir. We either use our powers for the good or for the bad. I've clearly choose the right choice."

It left him speechless. His warm brown eyes trailed down to the surface of the table. "No wonder why she keeps on talking about you."

"Pardon?" Ron said with shock.

Her father chuckled. "She talks nonstop about you. Telling my wife and I how much of a caring git you are."

Ron could feel his ears are heating up. Mr. Granger seemed to take notice continued on with the conversation, "I'm sorry if I seem to be overprotective of my daughter. It's just that Linda and I feel more distant to her ever since she went to Hogwarts. She's never ever invited a boy over here in this household."

Should he admit it? Should he admit that he fancied his daughter since they had laid there in the Hospital Wing giving one another compliments in their 1st year? His mind was juggling all over the place. Should he really do it? How would he react? Would it be as expected?

"Say, I was reading one of Hermione's book about werewolves, as the both of you were sleep," luckily Hermione's father snapped him out of his thought. Ron thanked Merlin for that. "I saw this except about normal and abnormal werewolves. Which one are you?"

"I'm an abnormal werewolf," he shrugged.

"Oh," her father said with a bit of shock hinted in his voice. "So, you really need her. I saw that an abnormal werewolf needs it's mate to calm down and successfully transform back to human."

"Yup," Ron reluctantly nodded his head. "Without her, I don't know what I would've done."

Before Winston could respond, they heard the hooting of an owl. From a near distance, Ron saw a tiny, fluffy owl coming towards their way. It was none other than Pigwidgeon in all his cute glory. The owl chirped happily at the sight of Ron, making Ron scowl.

"Bloody owl," the teen with flaming red-orange hair grunted in irritation. The Daily Prophet dropped on the picnic table and Pig did somersaults to gain Ron's attention with little success.

"Will you stop that, Pig? It's annoying," Ron spat at the bird. Pig was obvlious to his insults and kept on chirping. Then, they heard the back of the door sliding open to reveal Linda and Hermione at the doorway.

"I heard Pig and thought the Daily Prophet had arrived," Hermione looked flustered. She went to sit next to Ron and Linda went to sit next to her husband. Hermione unrolled the news article and read it to them.

Viktor Krum Thrown in Azkaban?

Ronald Weasley, The-Werewolf-Who-Howled, Was the One Who Did This?

Late last month, it was reported that International Star Quidditch Player, Viktor Krum, is behind Azkaban bars. He has committed the murder of fellow Aurora Sonja Luke who was a spy for the Ministry. Her body was found in a hideout in the Forbidden Forest which is near the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. From enough evidence, Viktor Krum savagely ended her faith in front of the eyes of Miss Granger and Mister Weasley.

Miss Granger and Mister Weasley were held captive. Yet, there is still more to cover on this issue from very little information we possess currently. An interview from the Gold Trio will be held as soon as they arrive to Hogwarts.

Stay tune for more to come.

Ron sighed out and his eyes traveled towards the picnic table. Hermione placed down the newspaper on the table and looked over at Ron's face which was emotionless. His usual crystal blue eyes were blank, though his fringe was covering it.

"You mean the Viktor Krum you went to the ball with?" Linda Granger asked her daughter.

Hermione could feel tears building up. She responded in her strained voice to simply say, "Yes."

Winston looked at Ron's slumping form. He said in a stern voice, "Did you know this?"

Ron closed his eyes tightly. He tried to control his breathing, but he couldn't. His fists were clenched tightly, trying to contain his self-anger which he bottled up deep in his heart. He has promised himself to keep everyone safe and smiling. Not this! Hermione seemed to notice this and looked at his parents with panicking eyes. They looked at her with perplexion and fear.

Suddenly, they heard growling from him.

"Ron," she called out his name and went to scoot closer to him. Hermione placed her soft palms on his large hands and tried soothing him by rubbing circles on it. He slowly looked up at Hermione with his now dark blue eyes that twinkled a bit from the morning sun. His eyes softened a bit and his body became more relaxed. "It's alright. He's not going to bail out of Azkaban that easily, Ron."

Ron started to compose himself with deep breaths and his eyes were closed. He tried think of the times he and Hermione laughed, talked and smiled together. Times in where he and Harry laughed and talked together. His times with his family, as well. Those delicate moments were the moments that keep him sane.

Ron took opened his eyes and sighed out. "Sorry."

They were left in silence.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! For those who are reading FoaB and/or BTCW I can't help but to smile and grin at your reviews. I'm liking how you guys are so attached to the characters it kinda amazes me that I could do something like that lol. Enjoy your book series of Gary Paper!