A/N: I am soooooooooooooooooo bored.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
- by 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 -

Ron's POV

I tried to be as indistinctive as possible as I passed by Harry's office. It had been three days since the incident between me and Hermione and Harry had not heard a thing about what had happened. He actually hadn't seen me or Hermione since the Leaky Cauldron so he was interested in what had happened. Hermione, who worked at St. Mungos, had had her hands full for the past three days and I had just been avoiding Harry so that I wouldn't have to be the one to explain what had happened. That entailed me not coming into work for the past three days, which pissed Moody off.

Smiling, Harry entered my office, closing the door behind him.

"Sod off, Harry," I muttered as I went through a filing cabinet.

Harry's smile broadened.

"It must be something big if you're getting so worked up about it," he replied cheerfully.

I sighed and sat down, placing a file in front of me.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said simply, meeting Harry's happy gaze with one of boredom.

Harry didn't falter one bit, but sat down in front of my desk.

"Well, how was it?" he asked, smiling knowingly.

I looked down at the file.

"Wet," I muttered.

Harry burst out laughing, the memories of fifth year racing back to me in a flash.

"Was it before or after you kissed her?"

I turned red.

"A little bit of both," I answered.

Harry frowned.

"She was crying before you kissed her?"

I sighed, looking up at my friend.

"She hasn't gotten over what happened two years ago," I told him.

Harry nodded understandingly.

"Well, it was a hard time for her. You two had gotten into a pretty nasty fight. I think it was probably your worst fight ever. I don't think I've ever seen her so scared," he whispered.

I noticed the look he had from the memories of what had happened after my near death and sighed.

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore," I muttered, going back to my file. "I'm alive and she seems to want to forget what happened."

"I won't forget."

Harry and I looked up to see Hermione standing at the door, a small smile on her face as she sat down beside Harry. My heart began to race as I looked over her. She was wearing her Healer robes, but she still looked beautiful.

"And I don't appreciate that little reference between Cho and I," she told Harry.

I frowned.

"You were listening that long?"

Hermione didn't reply and Harry shrugged.

"Well, you have to admit, the circumstances are pretty similar. You're feeling guilty. She was feeling guilty. The guy you were dating die-"

"That's enough, Harry," I snapped, noticing Hermione as she went red. "What are you doing here?"

Hermione straightened and looked around my office.

"I was here to talk to Ginny and decided to stop by before I went to her office," she explained as she stared at one of the pictures on the wall.

Harry couldn't help but ask, "Did you come straight to Ron's office or did you see if I was in mine?"

Hermione turned to him.

"I didn't bother looking into your office, Harry, because I knew you'd be in here, harassing Ron," she answered before standing up.

"I should probably go anyway. I passed Moody on the way down here and he didn't look to happy. I think he was looking for you, I," she added, moving towards the door. "I'll see you guys later." She left.

I glanced over to Harry, who was giving me looks that clearly said for me to follow her. I then got up and walked to the door, leaning out.

"Hermione!"

She stopped and turned around, frowning.

"Yes?"

I motioned for her to come over and she did, stopping right in front of me.

"What is it?" she asked.

I hesitated for a moment then sighed.

"About what happened-"

Hermione leaned in and brushed her lips against mine. For just that second, my heart soared as her soft lips moved against mine slowly. Pulling away, she looked into my eyes.

"We'll talk tonight. I'll come back here," she whispered before leaving. I watched her go before returning to my office. As I sat down at my desk, Harry smiled at me.

"Well, was it wet this time?"

"Git."

Harry smiled and was getting up when he stopped and grinned at me.

"What?" I asked, afraid that if I didn't ask, he'd come over and hug me.

"Guess what I've got."

I frowned.

"What?"

Harry's grin broadened.

"The whereabouts of a certain Nanking Solomon," he told me.

"What?! How did you get that?" I asked, surprised and elated at the same time.

Harry shrugged.

"Ginny happens to be friends with the Minister's secretary. The girl owed Ginny one, so I got Ginny to ask for the file."

I couldn't help but smile as I leaned back in my chair.

"So we're back to our old tricks. Breaking the law?"

Harry shrugged again.

"Hey, I'm doing this for Hermione. She really wants to know why this guy's so important, and quite frankly, I'm interested in wondering why they sent you two out to Austria without any explanation."

I frowned, remembering the conversation the Moody had had with me before I had gone over to the hospital to explain things to Hermione. Moody had actually threatened my job when I asked why I was going, which is why I wasn't too eager to ask again. But now that Harry had the file, I wouldn't have to ask.

"Well, I can't look at it now, but tomorrow, we'll go over it," I told Harry, pointing to the large stack of papers sitting on my desk. Harry nodded and smiled, leaving my office.

"He will not be there tonight. We need to find out where they're keeping Solomon! You know your job. And if you see the Two, then I bestow upon you the honors."

"I will do what I am told."

"Good. You will be blessed in your next life."

"Thank you, my lord, for using me as a vessel to bring back the sacred one."

"Moody must have been pretty angry."

I smiled and looked up to see Hermione standing there again, only this time there was no wise-cracking Harry to distract us from the reason she was here.

"It seems that playing hooky has serious consequences," I replied, watching her smile as she entered the office and sat down in front of me.

"How was work?" I asked.

She looked up at me.

"Oh, we were just a bit busy today. It seems that Fred and George were experimenting with a few new goods and we ended up having some of there customers," she told me.

I shook my head and looked back down at the large stack of files on my desk.

"Pricks," I muttered under my breath.

Hermione watched me write some things down then looked around.

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked casually, though the moment the words spilled out from her lips my heart started racing. I looked up at her for a moment then down at my hands.

"You left quite fast, 'Mione."

"I was confused."

"What about now?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" I asked, anger suddenly replacing my curiosity at this point.

Hermione seemed to flare up as well, agitated by the fact that I had the audacity to ask her that question.

"I mean I don't know, Ron. I don't want that to happen again."

I stood up.

"What does that have to do with us?"

Hermione stood up, glaring at me. I don't know how we had suddenly lost the pleasant atmosphere we had once been in, but I know that if we didn't get things out in the open, Hermione's mood would make the rising tension unbearable.

"Everything! It has everything to do with us, Ron. I can't let history repeat itself. You know just as well as I do that we are right under Harry's name on the Death Eaters hit list… If something like that happened again… and you didn't make it," she whispered, trying her hardest not to cry. I knew she didn't want me comforting her. If I comforted her we'd forget everything that we had been waiting to say to each other and then the whole thing would be pointless. For both our sakes, she could not cry.

That didn't, however, stop me from becoming frustrated by her excuses.

"Dammit, Hermione!" I shouted, causing her to flinch. "Something like that is going to happen again!"

"NO!" she screamed, surprising herself as well as me. She then just glared at me for what seemed like forever then she looked away, silent. I watched her for what seemed like forever then moved around the desk.

"If I had died, what would you have not been able to tell me?" I asked.

She looked up, her face growing a rosy color as she stared at me.

"I… I…"

I leaned in and kissed her softly. I knew I should have waited but she looked so beautiful that I couldn't help myself. We stood there for a while, kissing each other when Hermione suddenly slapped me, pulling away and glaring at me.

"What the hell?" I yelped, clutching the side of my face.

"I'm trying to tell you something," she snapped angrily.

I couldn't help but smile, which seemed to anger her even more. Instead of speaking, she turned around and walked towards the door. I knew I had upset her but I couldn't just let her walk out that door yet so I grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

"What did you want to say?" I asked, silently pleading that she'd say it.

She pulled her arm away angrily and straightened her robes.

"I wanted to tell you that I loved you, but since you're acting like a prat, I think I'll just-"

Once again our lips were moving against each others, taking Hermione by surprise as she allowed me to kiss her. I effectively moved us around so that I had her pinned against the wall, our kisses growing more heated as Hermione's confession began to sink in.

She loved me!

Hermione's hands snaked around my neck and up into my hair, tugging my head closer to her as she deepened the kiss. Soon, I descended down her jawbone to her neck, where I teased her, causing her body to shiver. We both were getting used to this new sensation that was coursing through us when Hermione stopped me.

"Did you hear that?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"What?" I asked, watching her as she looked around.

She shrugged. "I don't know what it was," she whispered. Then I heard it. The distinct sound of footsteps coming towards us. I grabbed her arms and pushed her closer to the wall as I leaned towards the door, looking out.

"What is it?" she asked softly.

I took out my wand and opened the door, stepping out into the hall. I then frowned upon realizing who it was.

"Ginny?"

My sister looked up from the door to Harry's office and frowned as well.

"I? What are you doing here so late?"

"I'd ask you the same question, seeing as you don't work in Harry's office," I replied pointing to the door she was trying to get into.

Ginny sighed, turning towards me.

"I left some stuff in my office a few days ago and I need to get it back before tomorrow. I didn't have theme to get it this morning," she explained before tilting her head to the side. "What's your excuse?"

Hermione appeared at the door besides me and Ginny grinned.

"I thought so," she muttered as Hermione blushed but not before Harry appeared, coming down the hall towards his office. Ginny actually looked surprised and my frown returned.

"Harry? I thought you'd gone home," I said.

Harry shrugged. "I had some stuff to get," he said before looking down at Ginny, who still looked surprised and slightly confused.

"Harry… I thought I just-"

Instead of waiting for her to finish, Harry took her hand and pulled her to him.

"I had to come back for some things. Come on, I'll help you look for your stuff," he said before letting her in. We watched him look up at us and smile before going into his office and shutting the door. I stared for a moment then shrugged, closing my door.

"He better not be snogging her in there," I muttered, the idea of Harry and my sister snogging disturbing me. I was ok with them dating as long as I didn't have to see the more intimate parts of their relationship.

Hermione seemed preoccupied with something when I turned to her.

"What is he doing here?" she asked.

I shrugged, wanting to get back to our previous exploit. I leaned in and began to kiss her neck as she still contemplated Harry.

"Who cares?" I mumbled into her skin.

Hermione pushed my head away and looked at me.

"You should. Didn't he say he was-"

There was a sudden scream that was cut off short before there was the sound of broken glass and the slamming of a door. I pulled away from Hermione instantly and yanked the door open in time to see Harry running down the hall and out of sight. My heart was pounding as I ran over to Harry's open office door and froze in horror. All else disappeared. In the middle of the office floor, lay Ginny, a blood pooling around her limp, pale body. I hadn't even realized Hermione was standing beside me as rage boiled up inside me along with the fear for my sister. Before Hermione could say anything, I had taken off after Harry, leaving Hermione with Ginny. When I got to the elevators, there was no one there, but I could here the sound of footsteps against the hard floor as someone ran away. Looking over the railing, I could see the robes of Harry Potter disappear down a hall. Feeling the rage grow inside of me, I flicked my wand and disapparated, appearing by the entrance to the hallway Harry had just disappeared down.

"DON'T RUN AWAY FROM ME!" I roared, racing after him.

There was laughter echoing off the walls which only fueled my hatred for the man I once called friend, though something inside of me was telling me that this wasn't really Harry, but at this particular moment, I wasn't paying attention.

"Run, Run, Ron! As fast as you can! You can't catch me, I'm Harry Bloody Potter!" came Harry's voice from somewhere up ahead.

I lifted my wand and muttered something under my breath, watching a bright blue light blast from my wand and go off into the darkness, striking something about three hundred meters ahead of me. There was a scream of pain and them more laughter.

"Was wirst du tun, Weasley? Are you going to kill your friend before I have a chance to explain?" Harry asked, his voice sounding hysterical. What are you going to do?

My first reaction to that statement other than, Duh, was:

Since when did Harry speak German?

Of course at that point in time, I wasn't really hearing myself.

I finally found him lying on the ground, clutching his bleeding side as he looked up at me through hating green eyes. I matched his burning stare.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," I responded through gritted teeth, raising my wand up to his wild eyes.

He smiled at me.

"Well too bad!"

He began to laugh, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he started sweating feverishly. His skin, instead of becoming pale began to grow red as if suddenly all of the blood in his body was rushing towards his head. His body began to convulse and I took a step back in surprise, too angry to help him but too much in awe to say a thing.

Harry grabbed hold of his head and began to scream something awful. I had to place my hands to my ears to keep the painful wailing from entering my brain, which didn't help. It felt like he was shoving hot daggers through my brain and suddenly I found it very hard to breathe. I could feel my lungs pressing against my chest as my throat began to close up, my insides screaming for air. I fell to my knees, dropping my wand and grabbing my throat as the world around me begat to grow darker. The last thing I remember hearing besides the screams, which I now believed were coming from me, was Harry's voice before something burst into flames before me.

"Nahrung kann mir helfen zu überleben, aber Wasser tötet mich. Was sind ich? Und was ist jedesmal es hatte gesprochen defekt?" (Same riddle)

A/N: I think I'm going to like this story.

Starburstgoddess27: Thank you so much!

charma10: Well, you know what they say! It's never to late to try something new.

sweetiepie1019: Ok, so when I read this, I was a little confused by what you meant, especially with the whole, "you're not considering the flow of the story, nor the needs of your readers," thing. First of all, I don't know where you got the whole, "Hermione's denying her feelings for Ron" thing. There's a very big diffence between "not wanting to be near him at the moment" and "I don't like him at all". I understand she said that in the first chapter, but I have a feeling your talking about the second one. Secondly, as for estabilshing their relationship, I thought it would be quite obvious by the first chapter that they were very close,

Ron leaned towards me and, instead of saying anything, began kissing my neck. At this point, shockwaves were running up and down my body at the contact as my eyes grew wide and I turned to him.

"What are you doing?"

but still refering to each other as friends, i.e, Hermione stressing the fact that she and Ron are just friends to Friederich. By the second chapter, I thought it would be painfully obvious that they were teetering on the edge of an actual relationship, but Hermione's feelings about the past was scaring her. She loves him, but doesn't want the past to repeat itself, which has been a theme of mine... I think... but that's not the point. If that's confusing for you, then I'm sorry, but please do not start including all of my readers in your little group of confusion. If they were confused, they would tell me, as they have before. Thirdly, the first two chapters have only consisted of a grand total of three scenes. So the whole "the scenes flip from place to place far too quickly without any feel of a link in between" also doesn't make sense to me. The first chapter was just one scene, sort of, and the second chapter only had two scenes in which I clearly say what's going on. I really don't understand how they don't flow properly. As for the flow between the first chapter and the second chapter, I'm not nesscessarily one to give a play by play on what happened between the time of Austria and the Leaky Cauldron, but I think I did a pretty good job of explaining it. I am lazy, and I am the first one to admit it, but for this being my 23rd story, I think I'm doing pretty good, if I do say so myself.

So, as you can see, I'm very straightforward in what I feel, which probably isn't a good thing, but I had to get a few things off my chest. This was not meant to attack you, though no doubt you'll feel that way, for which I am terribly sorry, but the next time you start a review, take a page out of gummyvites book and don't start a suggestion with "you're not." Instead you could have said, "For the next chapter, consider the flow of the story and maybe even the needs of your readers." Maybe if you had made an approach like that, I would not have written such a long reply.

Cheers!

katerina: That's really nice of you. Hope to read from you soon!

kauri-blume: I hope you didn't suffer any while waiting. :-P

GoodbyeYBR: No, I'm not starting from JKR's ending. I guess I'm starting from maybe the fifth or sixth book, but don't worry about it. I'll probaby not make any reference about it.

gummyvites: No problem. I also read over what you were talking about and I saw what you meant. :-) That, if you can believe it, wasn't my intent, but I still smiled anyway. thanks for pointing it out though. I hope I don't do the same thing here. These three chapters were the ones where I had to go back and put it into First person POV. Which was hard.

Linwe Elendil: Yes, well, I like to keep my readers entertained. I'm glad the chapter teases are effective. I have hard time figuring out which part of the next chapter would be good to use, but wont reveal too much.

snowyowl7: Thank you!

Wesker888: Yes, well, I think cookoo would be putting it lightly. And I think I might have been overcome by whatever you were, when you wrote that review because I think I just insulted one of my readers. Did I sound insulting? I was just a bit confused, but I think I insulted the reader.

Sorry!

Chapter Tease:

I ran to the railing and looked over the balcony to see his broken body lying there, blood coming from everywhere.

"RON!" I screamed, pleading with God that he would move. That he would do something, anything, but lie there dead.