Spilled Blood:

The Burrow.

A/N: I feel like I owe you billions and billions of apologizes! I'm sorry I haven't updated faster. But I hope this chapter makes up for the time lost!

Hermione's POV

He's gone. He's left me. I never thought he would have the strength to leave James and I though I guess I was wrong. I loved him with all my heart and he left. How could he do that? James started to wail in my arms and reach for the place where Harry left.

"Dada!" James screamed. My heart shattered his first words were a cry for his father to come back. It wasn't fair. He couldn't leave. Didn't he hear James crying for him as he ran away from us? I wrapped James in my arms as he screamed for Harry. I felt a tear slip from my eye and I stood up rocking James.

"Shush little baby don't say a word, mummy's gonna buy you a mocking bird…."I trailed off from singing the nursery rhyme I had learned when I was a small child. I cried along with my son and screamed for Harry to come back also. Where was I to go? He told me to hide so my home wasn't an option. I held James in my arms and started to walk my feet taking me to safety though my mind wasn't working, and my heart? Well my heart was telling me to die. James' cries silenced as he fell asleep, his face still dirtied with soot and wet tears. The welts on my arms began to ache as they healed themselves. I continued to walk sunrise came and I hid in a tree I had hallowed out with my wand. I held James as he continued to sleep. The poor thing was is desperate need of sleep. I opened the slice of bark a small amount to be sure that the sun had fallen. I stepped out of the tree and continued to walk until my feet brought me to a wooden door, I found myself knocking at the door. A familiar mop of red hair and his usual friendly smile answered the door.

"Hermione." He said in awe. I felt myself shaking my head and my lip quivering. He pulled me into his strong arms and held me, careful not to squish the baby that slept between us. James let out a small whine and he turned in my arms.

"Come in, 'Mione." Ron whispered ushering me into the Burrow. It felt like home, the smell of a recently burning fire, the feeling of warmth as though I was being hugged. I didn't speak though I felt his eyes watching me. I sat on the couch and layed a now wide-awake James on the couch beside me.

"What happened to you?" Ron kneeling in front on me. He told my hands into his, he didn't flinch as my cold skin came into contact with his warm flesh.

"I'm more dead than alive." I replied, my voice sounded hoarse and shaky.

Ron cussed quietly under his breath though to me it sounded as if he as talked normal.

"Who did this to you?" he hissed his anger wasn't pointed towards me, it was towards Harry "Did he leave you?"

"Yes, he left."

"Hermione…you came to the right place."

"I know I did."

His hand was on my cheek and he was shaking his head.

"I'll take care of you…and James. My family loves you vampire or not." Ron whispered

"I know you will." I whispered, my heart ached as I thought of James growing up without his father "Ron, do you have any baby formula? I know it's a stupid question but-"

"Actually, we do." Ron replied with a smile "Fred's fiancée, Diana, just gave birth to their little girl last month. Mum made them live here…something about not trusting Fred with a baby."

"Isn't Fred only twenty?" I exclaimed

"Fred is a mischief maker, 'Mione." Ron replied with a smile. A small wail echoed throughout the house and they heard a creak as someone got out of a bed. The crying stopped.

"Diana keeps a few bottles up there so she doesn't have to come down every three hours." He explained as we walked into the kitchen and made James a bottle. I fed James his bottle and sucked greedily on it. I figured as much, he hadn't eating in a few hours. I was going to have him start eating baby food soon. I set him in a crib that Ron had set up for him. Ron and I sat on the couch.

"Why did you come here?" he asked "Weren't you afraid we would turn you away?"

I turned and found my lips only inches from his "No,"

"I wouldn't have anyway." He replied before his lips pressed to mine. I returned the kiss as I would with Harry. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. I felt him smile against my lips. We broke apart when he needed air. Had I really just kissed Ron?

"I should be heading to bed, I'll see you in the morning?" Ron asked closing all the curtains with a wave of his wand.

"Yes," I replied laying on the couch "good-night."

Ron left up the stairs and those words just ran through my head over and over.

You kissed Ron…and you liked it.

You kissed Ron…and you liked it.

You kissed Ron…and you liked it.

You kissed Ron…and you liked it.

You kissed Ron…and you liked it.

You kissed Ron…and you liked it.

"I'm so sorry, Harry." I whispered as tears made their way down my cheeks.