A/N: I know I said that I would upload the next chapter after the day I posted chapter 45, but I just had to rewrite this chapter. My first draft was pretty awful for any reader to read about, honestly. This chapter is pretty short, but it's just one of those chapters where a big event happens. Thanks to WeasleyIsMyKing540, JeanAndBilius, HeRonLove, loverhr, ScarletProphecy14, and fons19 for your lovely feedback.

As always, feedback is appreciated! ;)

By the way, happy Thanksgiving to you all, if I don't update FoaB tomorrow!

Warning: Swearing

Disclaimer: You know the drill!

Chapter 46 ~ The Seek for Comfort

An Untold Story about The-Boy-Who-Lived and Hermione Granger

Low and behold in all it's glory, the most anticipated wizarding couple to ever exist! Just coming in, a man has reported about these two love birds kissing at last! Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, both age 15, are a part of the famous golden trio, along with the awkward third wheel, Ronald Weasley, also age 15.

As many of you know, Ronald is a werewolf and in the Ministry, werewolves are known for their ruthless murders that involve gashes to the face and bitten stomachs. So that raises the question:

Why be best friends with a werewolf?

It's obvious common sense for those to ignore a werewolf at first glance.

Stay tune for the interview with Ron and Hermione with the Ministry, as of coming of September 29!

Written by: Rita Skeeter

"Bloody hell," Ron cringed at the excerpt from the Daily Prophet. "Look at this bullshit, Ginny."

He handed over the newspaper over to his younger sister, and as soon as she got it, she almost spat her pumpkin juice from her mouth.

"I'm surprised that Skeeter hasn't been fired yet. What an old hag," Ginny mumbled, as she took a bite from the buttered toast.

"Tell me about," Ron agreed completely, as he finished consuming the last of his porridge.

The werewolf went to wash his own dishes, loving the cold, refreshing water pour over his pale fingers over to the bowl. Sighing out, he looked at the morning sun, knowing that today was hopefully going to be a good day. After making Hermione irritated to the point where she would avoid him, he kept to himself, though he tried warming up to Harry.

Ron tried and asked Ginny what Hermione was up to, but she was clueless as well.

Whatever it was, it most be significant enough for her to record every single detail in a more detailed way. Though, if he could point out what he liked about seeing a studious Hermione, it was always her passion in willing to learn and gain more knowledge. He loved it when she bit her lips and tied her mane of lovely locks into a tight, messy ponytail. Ron could just stand there and list all of the things he loved about her, if he hadn't noticed that he was still washing his bowl.

He washed it and racked it.

"Good morning, Ronniekins!" came the in sync voices of his twin brothers.

Ron whirled around, with an expression of annoyance.

"We read the Daily Prophet today!" George cheered.

"Oh how saddening to see such a false report about obvious fake information that dafts like Lavender Brown would be so utterly gullible to believe every single word of it!" Fred added, with a grin.

"Leave him alone."

They looked up the stairs, after hearing the demanding voice. Ron's crystal blue eyes landed on Hermione's chocolate brown eyes. Her eyes were slits, as he glared at the twins.

"Good morning, m'lady," the twins said together, earning rolling eyes in response.

"Would you two just leave him for once second?" Hermione scolded them, as she descended downstairs. "Have some respect."

They looked at each other and shrugged. In an instant, they disapparated away back to their room.

Hermione slowly looked up to face the awestruck look on her boyfriend's face. She smiled at his expression, making him smile back. It was nice to see her not glaring or yelling at his face. Though, he kinda found it sexy for her to be angry. Especially, if she's angry at him.

"Thanks," he thanked her.

"It was nothing," she responded.

"So, I s'pose you're heading to eat, yeah?" Ron said to her.

"Actually, no I wasn't. I'm here for a different reason," came her quiet voice. "I came to talk to you, in private of course."

Ron nodded his head and went to follow Hermione to the backyard. The cool summer breeze blew in their face, making all the sweat and tension lessen a bit. They sat on a bench that was located to the far left of the yard. They sat together in silence, letting Hermione give herself from time to prep talk to herself.

She finally said, "I'm sorry."

He looked up at her with his full attention.

"I know I've been secretive about what I'm up to and I apologize. It's just that-"

"Tell me what you're researching on," Ron said softly.

"I was reading about how dangerous werewolves are, though I did it if a reasonable motivation," she quickly added the last part, to avoid to see Ron's harmed emotionally. "Ron, Harry told me about seeing you having scarlet red eyes the next minutes and then they're gone. Is - is that true?"

He took a deep breath and said, "It's true. You-Know-Who, he's been messing with me lately."

Hermione held his hand immediately at the reason. His eyes traveled to the ground, feeling his ears heating up. She leaned her head towards his arm, not quite reaching to his broad shoulders. Ron placed his head on her pillow of brown hair; he was engulfed with coconut and vanilla.

"Keep fighting, Ron," she whispered to him. "Never let your guard down."

"Never," he said, kissing her on her forehead.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" he heard her mother yell. "Come down here and clean this room with Hermione! She's being bombarded with doxies!"

"Mate?" Ron winced at the danger Hermione was possibly.

"Yes! Now get down here and clear them off!" Molly ordered him, as she dusted away furnitures that had accumulated dust for a decade.

Using his enhanced agility, he rushed down the stairs and went to the room where his mother was referring to. There is saw a swarm of the maddening pixels buzz around Hermione, who was trying to shoo they off with little success.

Ron roared ferociously at the swarm of little aggravating pixies, making them cower in a corner. He pulled out the bottle of doxy repellant at them and it seemed to make them turn into dust to disappear into thin air. His dark blue eyes turned back to normal to see a relieved Hermione panting.

He saw that her spray was all out of the repellant, making him digress to tell her why she couldn't fend them off. Ron hugged her, knowing that both of them were seeking out for one another.

"Are you alright?" Ron inquired.

"I'm alright. Just a little uneasy from there buzzing," she assured him.

He held her closer to him, never wanting to let her go.

It was already the day before Harry, Ron, Hermione, the twins, and Ginny were to head back to Hogwarts. Most of them were off to bed, though not Ron or Hermione were ready to sleep the night away. Ron sat alone at the living room, thinking about the events that had unfolded in front of him.

He was made prefect by Dumbledore himself. What was the old man thinking?

It was nice to me prefect alongside with his girlfriend, but he really did shock him and everyone. No one was really expecting him to be one.

Not even his girlfriend.

She had thought Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Has-Everything, had gotten the prefect badge instead of him.

That thought alone felt like knifes had stabbed him.

Ron looked at the sparkling badge that had the emblem of a lion and an 'P' in a mesmerizing gold color and red as the background color. He didn't really deserve it. Had he?

Pitiful at how nobody expected you to be made prefect.

"Shut. Up," his eyes glew scarlet red.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I can't wait to write Luna's dialouge next chapter. I don't know why, but it just brings out my inner weirdness. Anyways, have a great day and don't choke on your mashed potatoes! :D