A/N: Sorry for not updating at Monday and if this chapter seems a bit short! I drank like two cans of pink lemonade for this chapter. Anyways, thanks to JeanAndBilius, WeasleyIsMyKing540, heronlove, loverhr, ScarletProphecy14, fons19, and Orange Chicken for your amazing feedback! On with ze chapter!

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Warning: Bits of swearing

Dislcimaer: All hail J.K. Rowling! Don't you dare think that I own something as brilliant as HP!

Chapter 42 ~ 12 Grimmauld Place

"Are we all packed up?" came the ringing voice of Mrs. Weasley to the children.

They all nodded their heads and went one by one to floo themselves to the destination known as the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. Feeling genuinely excited, Hermione gripped onto her book about the first war with a broader smile drawn across her face. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. The sight made Ron smile.

"Psst," Ron whispered over to Hermione. "You know we're not going on an extravagant adventure, you know."

She rolled her eyes, "Don't you want to learn about the Order and the Black Family?"

Ron shrugged, "Not really."

"And that was the answer I was expecting from you," she sighed and went up to the fireplace. "12 GRIMMAULD PLACE!"

Those familiar emerald green flames engulfed her and whisked her away to the place. Ron was the next one and did the same thing as Hermione and rest of them did and was engulfed by the flames.

Ron was welcomed with an unpleasant chill he had arrived at. He took a step toward to get a better view of the place. He's nose scrunched at the sight. It looked like a haunted house!

The woods was moldy and cobwebs were visibly everywhere. Dust filled the autumn breeze, making him sneeze. Ron walked to observe the place to only be hearing creaking wood and open doors creaking. He swiped his long finger at a table and saw the accumulating dust on the surface at the single finger. He rubbed it off and continued on looking around.

"HOW DARE STAINS OF DISHONOR ENTER THE BLACK'S RESIDENT! A FILTHY MUDBLOOD, WEREWOLF, AND BLOOD TRAITORS BE GONE!" came a woman's shierk as if she was being tortured to death.

Ron's eyes turned a darker shade of his regular eyes at the insult to Hermione. She took notice and held onto his hand to try and calm him down. Her chocolate brown eyes turned to face a portrait with curtains that were apart and nearly torn to shreds. The portrait had a woman what was unrealistically unpleasant.

"Sorry about my mother," came the voice from Sirius Black.

"Sirius," Ron said with a smile.

He smiled back at them, and he signalled them to come over to the next room.

They made it to the dining table which was already cleaned by the looks of it. There, he saw Kingsley Shacklebolt leaning his hands on the long dining table. A lady with pink highlights sat next to Remus Lupin. Sirius went to sit right beside Remus. To everyone's surprise, they saw Professor Snape to the left of of the long table with all his mysterious, cruel glory.

"The Weasley have arrived!" said Sirius with a heart warming smile. "Hermione as well."

Fred and George went to lean against the doorway, leaving Ginny, him, and Hermione to sit at an available seat. Bill went to stand beside his parents, listening to the conversation with intent. Ron felt himself tapping his foot with impatience, waiting for the conversation to flow.

"It's very nice to have you all here," Remus said to them with a smile. "We're deeply sorry about the house looking rubbish. It's been years since this house was acquainted with anyone."

"That's why we've volunteered to help clean out the house," the plump mother said with a proud smile.

Clean the bloody house? It's as old as bloody Dumbledore, Ron frowned. He didn't sign up for any of this. Actually, none of the Weasley children and Hermione didn't know that they would be helping out clean the mundane house and make it look nice and spiffy.

"Well, I think we should get to work!" declared Molly and gave each of them a specific job.

"Wait!" Ron postponed his mother's action. "Harry. Does he know about this?"

"I'm afraid not, Ronald," he turned his head to see the silhouette of Dumbledore himself. His crescent moon eyeglasses sparkling from the lighting of the room. Same went for his cerulean blue eyes. He wore dark blue robes that sparkled a bit as well. "Please, let me talk to Ronald and Hermione."

The group nodded their head and allowed them to have a meeting with Dumbledore. They went to the backyard and he stood there at the green glass that seemed to be surprisingly healthy unlike the current state of the mansion.

"Harry mustn't know about this, yet," the Headmaster sighed. "You must not owl him about any information about the Order. Is that clear?"

"Most definitely," Hermione responded immediately.

"But - He's our best friend. Why do we have to hide it from him?" Ron accidently retorted at him, making his lips purse. "S-sorry."

Dumbledore smiled at him, "I understand how hard this must be for you, Mister Weasley. Though, I assure you at soon Harry will be here. Safe and sound."

They nodded their heads in agreement.

"Before you go off and clean the house, how are you, Ronald?" Dumbledore asked him with igniting curiosity.

"I'm doing fine, sir," Ron said with honesty. He looked at Hermione and have her a lopsided grin, making her smile back. "Hermione's really been supportive over the years, and I'll always cherish those moments."

"Ron," she whined playfully and punched him on the arm, making him laugh.

The Headmaster smiled at the sight. He knew from that moment that they were indeed a couple now, making him happy that he won his bet with Professor Flitwick if Ron and Hermione were going to get together. Before he could see anything any further than their playful teasing, he cleared his throat.

The broke up their teasing and each blushed a shade of beet red, realizing that they had at least given Dumbledore the notion that they were together.

"Looks like I'll be off now. Have a great day, the both of you," he walked away from them, hiding a small smile on his face.

Hermione eyed Ron, "We shouldn't have done that in front of him, Ronald!"

"Hey!" he cried out. "You were the one who gave in into my charming looks."

"Oh, shut it," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"HEY!" they heard Ginny's voice. "You guys better get started on clearing out the boggart upstairs!"

The couple walked towards the entrance. Before they could enter, they give each other a loving smile and entered in.

"Are you sure we should give them the task in clearing off the boggart upstairs?" Molly whispered over to Remus.

"Affirmative," the werewolf said.

Ron and Hermione came walking in and went upstairs to clear out the boggart, completely oblivious to the conversation Ron's mother had with Remus.

"I promise you, that it will make their bond stronger," he said, and sipped the last of his tea.

"I hope you're right about this. I don't want any of thim to experience a horrifying situation like facing their fears," the plump mother said with a concerned, worried face.

"It will work."

"I'll take care of it," Hermione said to him.

"W-what? No, I'll do it," he digressed with her.

"I'm doing it whether you like it or not!" she said with a firm tone.

Before Ron could retort back, she shut the door on him. The bushy haired brunette took out her wand at the ready and tried using her sense of hearing. Then, she heard rattling from under a broken desk. Instinctively, she pointed her wand there and started to slowly approach it, while taking shaky breaths.

I'll show him that he doesn't need to worry about me all the time, she said to herself with self pride.

Then, the cloaked creature came and wheezed at Hermione. It started to twist and turn into her biggest fear. She was prepared, by repeating to herself that whatever it was going to turn into, she knew it was be fake. The bizarre creature turned into something Hermione would've never really expected.

There stood boggart Ron looked at her with rage induced eyes. His eyes were a darker shade than his usual familiar crystal blue eyes that Hermione came to love. Hermione could see veins sticking out from his freckled neck as his face was in what seemed to be a permanent scowl.

"YOU MUDBLOOD!" he spat hotly at her.

The next thing Hermione saw was a bolt of blood red fur and incoming sharp claws. She was pinned down by the werewolf and yelled out in fear. In response, it roared at her and looked at her with hungry eyes. Hermione tried kicking him off with will success. She forgot the whole "this is obviously fake" prep talk. Her mind was blowing up with thoughts of panic, worry, and fear.

"Hermione!" she heard Ron's cry.

"H-help!" she cried to him.

Ron got his wand at the ready and pointed at the boggart. The eerie mist looked at him and started to transform into his biggest fear. It then turned into two figures. One was Hermione being killed by him, himself. Her blood was stained on his fur. A malicious smile as placed upon the wolf.

Stunned by his fear, he pointed his wand at the cloaked figure and shouted with all his summoned Gryffindor bravery, "RIDDIKULUS!"

The two figures turned into two doves and flew away, making them both breath with progressive ease. They then, embraced another, reassuring the other that they everything was alright.

There was much more to discuss than expected.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and have an awesome day! I'm currently typing up the next chapter to this story and FoaB! :)