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Chapter 41 ~ A Spark of Us

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

Those words hung in the silence of the night, along with the summer breeze. Her chocolate brown eyes were widened to it's peak. It shined with perplexity and love. She slowly looked up to stare into his loving crystal blue eyes which shined with sincerity. Hermione's mouth was gaped open slightly, as if she was lost for words.

Then, his cerulean eyes traveled down to avoid eye contact with her. I knew I shouldn't have said that. Now I've made a fool out of myself even more. Great..

They laid there in silence. Those words still hung in the rift of awkward silence. She bit her wobbling lower lip. She didn't quite know what to say. Ron liked her back! This was completely unexpected! Never would she have heard that Ronald Weasley would fall for bossy, prim and proper Hermione Granger. Why would he even love me back?

"Ron," she had croaked out through her constricted throat. "Why?"

His eyes were glistening with confusion, "Why what?"

"How could you love someone like me?" tears were now rolling down her soft, fragile face. "I'm an ugly bossy, prim and proper know-it-all. I know my nagging is obvious to you. I'm just a silly burden, aren't I. You're saying this out of pity for me. Just admit it."

"W-what?" his voice cracked a bit. "What in Merlin's name are you talking about?"

"I'm useless. I'm so unworthy of your love. You're Ron Weasley, The-Werewolf-Who-Howled. A living legend. Who am I? I'm just snobby ol' Hermione. That's who I am," she cried out. "I fell in love with my best friend! I don't know anymore! I didn't expect this. I would've never expected this."

Ron held onto her closer, as she cried harder. "You're wrong, Hermione. You're the most cleverest, stunningly gorgeous witch I'll ever meet. You accepted me of who I am. I love it, when you nag at me. You're also, not a burden."

She whimpered in response.

"I'm saying this straight from my heart, 'Mione," he said with genuine sincerity. "I wouldn't have been saying this if I didn't pluck up my courage to tell you. I've loved you for far too long."

The two love birds hugged each other. Both in each other's arms, away from harm's way. She wrapped her arms around his freckled neck, making him have easy access to hug her around her waist. Her ragged breathing started to subside a bit, as minutes went by. Ron laid his head down onto her bushy brown hair. The hair he had loved to grown, even if Hermione hated it. He could hear her sniffing and whimpering against his chest, making him hug onto her tightly, yet gently.

Hermione snuggled on his chest, using his steady heart beats as a soothing lullaby that would help her sleep through the eventful confession.

"I love you, Ronald Weasley," Hermione said in a hushed voice that would loud enough for Ron to hear her clearly.

"I love you too, 'Mione," he whispered back and kissed her on the forehead.

They slept together in peace, loving the smell of love in the air.

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!" his opened shot open at the shriek of an awfully familiar voice. Hermione too, woke with startle, as she instinctively snuggled closer to Ron for protection.

His eyes looked directly at his fuming mother who stood up tall like a mountain. Her face was red with anger and her eyes were narrowed to reveal the disappointment in her brown eyes. Ron held onto Hermione closer.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" she practically yelled at them, alerting the whole residents of the house to eavesdrop at the situation at hand. "HOW DARE YOU HAVE SEX UNDER THE ROOF OF OUR HOUSE!"

Then, Mrs. Weasley looked explicitly at Hermione's frightened chocolate brown eyes. "YOU!" she yelled at her. "I'M SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, HERMIONE, DEAR!"

Hermione had never felt to embarrassed in her whole life. She was being yelled at by her boyfriend's mother, obviously alerting everyone of the whole mess. She felt a rush of tears building up in her tears, as her cheeks started to heat up, showing a blatant shade of rose pink on her cheeks. Ron could feel Hermione's emotions running throughout his body. It was his fault they were in this mess. He felt self-hatred build inside on his now heaving chest.

Ron's normal crystal blue eyes turned a darker shade of the distinct feature. He had made a sincere promise to protect Hermione from anyone, no matter what or the cost. Ron started to growl out loud in a menacing matter. He hissed at his own mother, showing off his growing sharp teeth.

"Just wanted to help mate," Ron growled lowly at her. "Mate needs me! Protect, 'Mione!"

Molly took a small step back at the sudden change of vocals from her youngest son.

"I just came here to look for comfort, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione croaked out in a strained voice. "He just wanted to help me."

The plump mother looked at the both of them with realization. Why would any of them do it? What was I thinking?

"LEAVE!" Ron roared at her, making her jump from shock and fright. Bones snapping could be heard. He started to grow blood red fur on his pale skin. His muscles doubled in size and he grew hind legs. Now standing on two paws, he was a towering beast.

"Ron! No!" Hermione cried out and jumped out of the bed and hugged him, before he could do something he would regret. The brunette looked at Ron's mother and whispered over to her, "Don't worry. Just stay away from him for a bit, until he transforms back into a human. I'll talk to him."

"Thank you, dear," thanked Molly, yet she still felt guilty. "I'm sorry for the misjudgement."

Hermione gave her a reassuring same. The door closed behind her, leaving Ron and Hermione together. She pulled Ron close to her, embracing him with a loving hug. The curls of the brunette cascaded down with Ron's freckled neck, making him feel ticklish a bit. Hermione breathed in his scent, as she gave him time to recollect himself. Ron held onto her wrapped arms, as he took deep breaths. His crystal blue eyes seemed to focus on his mismatched socks, feeling the warmth coming from his girlfriend.

Sadly, Hermione broke the hug, making Ron turn around to face her big brown eyes that was filled with genuine concern. He looked at her with guilt and sighed out. Ron went over to sit on his Chudley Cannon themed bed, signalling Hermione to come sit with him. Without hesitation, she sat with him, feeling open to whatever he was going to confess in a matter of mere seconds.

"I most an overprotective prat," he tried making a joke. "I can't believe I acted out like that."

Hermione shrugged in response, "At least I know that your going to be the best boyfriend in the world."

He felt the tips of his ear heat up. Ron looked up to meet her smiling face and chocolate brown eyes, making him smile. "I s'pose you're right."

She chuckled softly, "Off to breakfast then. Shall we?"

"We shall," Ron gave her his famous lopsided grin, making her smile even broader.

The couple walked down the spiraling stairs of the tall house, making a little creak each time they went descending down the steps. The first thing they saw and heard were an intimate conversation with Bill and Arthur. Then, they saw Ginny helping out her mother with setting up the table by placing the utensils and getting out cups and mugs. Fred and George were sniggering, presumably coming up with a new product for their business. They spotted Molly waving her wand in a familiar motion to levitate the plates of delicious food to the long table.

Ginny was the first to spot Ron and Hermione coming down the stair and greeted them, "Morning!"

The whole Weasley's turned their heads to see Ron and Hermione approaching to take a seat together to eat their breakfast. Each other then greeted one another with 'good mornings.' Ron poured himself a glass of orange juice and went to grab a piece of toast with jam and golden brown pancakes. He drizzled them with maple syrup and merrily ate in peace. Hermione went to grab herself plate with a piece of pancake and ate it.

"This is really delicious, Mrs, Weasley," Hermione politely complimented Ron's mother on her cooking.

"Thank you, dear," she replied with a smile.

Ron caught a glimpse of her mother who looked guilty and sheepish, as she looked at him. They Weasleys and Hermione exchanged conversations. The table would erupt with laughter at times, as they ate their food. Right after breakfast, Ron went off to do his morning chore: degnoming gnomes from his mother's garden.

Hermione went along with Ron, curious to see his mother's garden and how to degnome. They went outside and the brunette was absolutely awestruck by the bushes of roses blooming with beauty. Ron could see the her eye twinkling at the sight. The moment was interrupted, when a gnome came out from the ground.

Ron ran up the gnome and grabbed it by its hair. He then, threw it out of the garden with full force, making the gnome fly out into the unknown. "Bloody tosser."

The brunette playfully shoved Ron in response to his language, making him grin. Then, they saw another gnome trying to steal the roses.

Being the closest to it, Hermione went and ran after the mischievous little creature. She succeeded in grabbing it by its hair to only be bit by it, making her yelp out in pain. She dropped to gnome and went to see that there was indeed a bite mark on her left forearm.

"Hermione!" Ron yelled out her name. He growled out in anger and took to gnome by its neck. He tossed it with such force out of the garden to the skies, that it flew into the great and beyond. The Weasley quickly went up to check on Hermione to see the bite mark.

"Mum!" Ron cried out for his mother. She came rushing in.

"What is - oh my goodness!" Mrs. Weasley went to see the bite mark on Hermione's forearm. "Oh, Hermione, go inside. Ginny will help you."

She nodded her head and went inside to get further assistance from Ginny.

That had left a son with her mother. Ron eyed his mother with curiosity. She sat on the bench and signalled him to go sit next to her. He hesitantly agreed and sat down, feeling the awkward rift of silence come in and out.

She started off by saying, "I'm so sorry, Ronnie. I didn't mean to accuse you for doing something you would never do. I guess it was just on instincts."

"Mum," Ron breathed out. "You don't really have to apologize."

"I do too," she responded rather quickly. "I want my own son to know that I care about him more than a bargain."

They shared a hug together. Ron had never gotten a hug from his mother in years, thinking that she didn't care about him anymore. He hugged back, letting the sun pour down on them.

Hermione and Ginny looked out the window, both smiling at the scene.

"How lovely," said the youngest Weasley.

"Master," bowed a man with singed hair and yellow rat like teeth.

"SILENCE!" came to booming voice of a man. "I ordered you to get Greyback here this instance!"

"Y-yes, master," Peter Pettigrew gulped with fear under the glare of the Dark Lord himself. He exited the room without hesitation and went out to find Fenrir.

The snake like person with the palest skin paced around the room, fuming with frustration. Their plan had failed on them. Viktor was sent to Azkaban and Karkaroff was never heard from again.

Coward, Voldemort said to himself. He played with his wand and looking deeply into the dark corner.

"Dark magic doesn't disappear permanently," he said to himself and his spine chilling laugh echoed the empty room.

A/N: Sneaky Voldey has a plan up his sleeves! Thanks for reading and I hope you guys have a wonderful day! Till then, pal! :)