A/N: This is by far, my favorite chapter! You'll see why! HAPPY 37TH BIRTHDAY TO HERMIONE GRANGER! WE LOVE YOU! Thanks to WeasleyIsMyKing40, heronlove, loverhr, ScarletProphecy14, Orange Chicken and the mysterious Guest for your fabulous feedback!

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Warning: A bit of swearing.. :0

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Chapter 40 ~ Ron and Hermione

"Goodbye Mum," Hermione went over to kiss her mother on the cheeks. "Bye Dad."

Ron was near the fireplace, playing with the floo powder. His flaming red-hair shined in the sunlight with his crystal blue eyes. His back was leaning against the bricks of the fireplace. His peeking eyes looked over to see Hermione hugging her family. His eyes traveled down to the carpet and sighed out.

When was the last time my family was like this, he asked himself. Ever since Percy went off to the Ministry, his family didn't feel complete. Ron had to admit, he did miss Percy. He missed how he would always help him, when he needed him the most. That would never happen again though. His older brother was gone and he felt like a part of his life was taken away from him. Though, Ron had prefered Bill over him, he still liked Percy.

What was he thinking? He was getting all emotions and mixed up in his head, making him have a slight headache.

Hermione seemed to see the troubled look on the Weasley and went over to him. She stood right in front of him and went to held on his forearm.

"Are you alright?" she asked him with concern.

"Don't worry about me," Ron shrugged. "Let's just go. Mum is waiting for me."

She nodded and went to take a handful of floo powder from Ron.

"Be safe, dear! Tell Molly and Arthur that Ron was splendid!" Hermione's mother said with a genuine smile.

She nodded her head and said, "THE BURROW!"

Emerald flames engulfed her to transport over to the Burrow.

Now, Ron went over to stand over the fireplace. He took a last glance at Hermione's hosue and then at her parents.

"I'm sorry that I caused you guys so much problems," Ron mumbled.

"You didn't, Ron," surprised, he looked up to see that Mr. Granger had indeed said that. "You just taught us that Hermione has someone to look over her."

Ron smiled at the comment.

"Just promise us this, Ron. Please protect her," Winston said to him in a stern voice.

"What are friends for?" Ron smiled at him, making him smile back. Linda looked at the both of them and shined with glee and accomplishment.

"THE BURROW!" he felt himself being engulfed by the heat of the emerald flames, that trickled on his pale skin.

Ron felt himself being welcomed by the warmth of the place. He was engulfed by the scent of cinnamon cookies and scented candles that illuminated the living room. He smiled and shook his head to get out the floo in his red-orange hair. He then, saw Hermione sitting on a couch, waiting for him with patience.

"Oh, Ronnie!" he heard his mother and gave him a bone crushing hug. "My little boy."

He felt his ears heat up. "Mum!"

"Oh, come on. Don't be such a baby," his mother chuckled. "I've made a batch of scrumptious cinnamon cookies for you guys. Get 'em while they last."

Ron and Hermione went over to the kitchen to the dining battle to get a glass of milk and cookies. They sat near each other, taking in the scent of the delectable cookies. He smiled, as he took a bite from it.

"You know, mum would always make these for Ginny and I, when we were little. She would make us this, after we took a shower from swimming in the lake," Ron shared a sweet memory to Hermione. She smile and continued on eating her cookie. Hermione looked around the room and saw a moving picture of Ron, when he was a baby.

"Aww, look at you," Hermione pointed at the picture.

"Oi! Personal stuff! Keep your eyes to yourself," Ron huffed playfully.

"Oh, come on, Ronnie," Hermione rolled her eyes with tease.

"That's it, Hermione! You're getting it!" Ron smirked with mischief. He started to tickle Hermione at the stomach, making her laugh uncontrollably. She tickled back, making him do the same. Ron loved the harmonic laugh that came from Hermione herself. He would die for it, no matter what. Then, she started to touch his hair suddenly. Ron couldn't help but to close his eyes and enjoy the amazing sensation. He felt something from down below his belt hardened.

Think of Dumbledore in a bikini, Ron started to panic. Eventually, it started to soften up a bit.

Hermione seemed to have notice Ron enjoying how she was touching his hair. Maybe it was wolf instincts. Right?

She stopped, knowing that if she were to do it longer, things would become more awkward.

"So, let's go and get a bit of rest. Shall we?" Hermione said, breaking up from him.

"Uh, sure," said Ron, hiding the disappointment in his voice.

They went were hiding upstairs. Luckily, Ginny's room was at the first flooring where as though Ron's room was up at the very top. He waved at her a goodbye, not being able to see her until dinner.

During dinner, Hermione sat next to Ron, making him pretty shocked. He remembered that Hermione would always be shy to ever sit next to him. Was there a chance that she could possibly fancy him back? What? No. Never. Hermione would never love him. He was a monster after all. He sighed to himself at the insecurity, until he heard the twins making kissy faces. Ginny sat next to George, making her roll her eyes.

"Ronniekins and Hermione sitting on a tree," George started it out.

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" the twins said together and laughed at them.

Ron's ears turned a shade of hot pink. "Shut it. Will you?"

"Oh, c'mon Ron," Fred rolled his eyes. "You two were meant for each other! I mean what if there's something that you've been hiding from us?"

"Yea! We've theorize that you and Miss Granger here are in a secret relationship," said George, with a grin.

"Will the lot of you stop being so ignorant," spat Hermione, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Ron and I are not in a relationship."

Molly looked over at Arthur giving with a quick smile, making him smile. He had to try and contain a chuckle, as well.

"Alright, I think that's enough," Molly said. "I have something to say to you all and this is important."

Hermione sat up straight, folding her hands and looking at Ron's mother with intent. Ron rolled his eyes at her posture. He commented on her by say, "C'mon, Hermione. We're not in bloody class."

He received a death glare from him, making Ron smirk.

"We're going to move to another place. It's the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters," she announced to the Weasley sibling and Hermione.

Hermione raised her hand. Molly spotted her and nodded her head for her to continue on. "Order of the Phoenix sounds awfully familiar to the Order of Merlin."

"Oh! I'm so glad you've pointed that out, Hermione," the plump mother said with joy to her. "Though, we'll get into detail on what it is tomorrow. For now, pack up because we're leaving here at noon tomorrow."

They were dismissed. Everyone parted their ways.

Ron laid on his bed, feeling weary, though he couldn't manage to close his eyes and rest. The stars twinkled in the dark blue-purple night. The half crescent moon illuminated on him. He enjoyed the glow of the moon on him. It made him feel comfortable for some odd reason. There he laid with his Chudley Cannon shirt and a pair of shorts that seemed a bit tight on him. His socks were mismatched. One being red and the other being brown.

His crystal blue eyes twinkled in the moonlight, making the effect look like his eyes were stars too. Then, heard heard light footsteps approaching his door. He made his claws come out, ready to attack who was behind the door. Then, there was a soft knock on his door. He groaned to himself in laziness, as he got off of his bed to open the door.

Taking a more wary approach, he opened the door slightly, making it creak a bit. Then, he saw those familiar chocolate brown eyes. The distinct features of her beautiful locks of bushy hair that fell on her shoulders. Her eye glistened with unshed tears, making Ron pull her into his room. He hugged her and closed the door.

"What's the matter?" he asked, letting her calm down a bit. He could have all the patience in the world to just hear why Hermione looked torned. She sniffed in his scent, making it one of her source of comfortable. The rest being Ron himself in his strong long arms that were wrapped around her waist.

"I - I just had a nightmare," Hermione sniffed out. "I was just wondering if I could stay here."

Ron felt hesitant by this single decision of a lifetime. Hermione Granger want to sleep with him, again! He would gladly like to have her over again. She did indeed provide comfort to him like he had provided comfort to her.

"Of course," he responded.

They laid in bed together. Ron had his arm under Hermione's neck, so she could snuggle near him anytime. For now, she just needed a breather. She wanted to elaborate on her nightmare. She knew that Ron could help her chase away those pesky nightmares that has haunted her since their 3rd year.

She then croaked out, "I'm ready to talk about it."

Ron smiled with encouragement, "Go ahead."

She smile and took a deep breath. "You know, I've always had these horrific dreams ever since our 3rd year."

"What are they about?" he asked.

"I'm scared to say it," she said in a hushed voice, feeling flustered.

"C'mon, Hermione. I won't judge you or anything," his eyes shined with sincerity and his tone was polished with truth.

Hermione sniffed and gave him a reassuring smile. She continued on, "The dreams always involve you turning into a werewolf in front of my eyes. You would cry for my help, but I was worthless to do anything to help you in anyway. I was panicking and scared that I would make a wrong move. Then, when you were fully transformed, you would start chasing me. You would yell at me, saying these horrible things. I would always shout back apologize that you wouldn't accept."

By now, she couldn't keep her tears in any longer. Ron hugged her closer to him. She cried and heaved on his chest. Ron ran his fingers through her mass of brown hair. He could feel her tears staining on his hard chest. Her arms were hugging his body, as if she was a koala hugging a tree. It reminded him at how little baby animals would go into hiding. Their faces hid from the world and their whimpers could only be heard in the night's everlasting silence. The moonlight shined on them, truly revealing Hermione's tears that streamed down her face.

How could Hermione think so lowly about herself? She was Hermione Granger, the scariest, toughest, gorgeous, brilliant, and courageous witch to have ever stepped on the Wizarding world. Here she was, vulnerable and weak in front of his eyes. He hugged her closer to him, wanted her to find more comfort.

She then, started crying. Her breaths were ragged, as she tried to compose herself.

Suddenly, Ron felt a burst of love and life ignite in him in his heart.

"I'll never let that happen, Hermione. I promise to always protect you. No matter the cost," his heart was continuously beating in sync with Hermione's heart beat.

"How do would you know that?" she said in a soft voice.

"It's because, I love you, Hermione Granger."

A/N: *FANGIRLS* I hope you guys liked or even loved this chapter! I know, this was a long awaited moment. Oh! I feel like crying with joy! Thanks for reading and have an awesome day! :D