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Chapter Fourteen

Ron's Betrayal

HPOV

I apparated just outside the Burrow, I could hear voices and laughter as I grew closer to the place I considered a second home. Taking a deep breath I knocked on the door.

"Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley instantly enveloped me in a hug. "I'm so glad you could make it. Come on in, we were just about to start lunch."

"Actually Mrs. Weasley, I'm here to see Ron." I wasn't sure of my exact facial expression when I said his name, but by the look on Molly Weasleys face I would tend to think it wasn't pleasant.

"He's in the sitting room. Hermione what did he-

I did stay long enough to listen to her question, instead I pulled out my wand and marched over vindictive little twerp.

"How could you!" I yelled shoving my wand in his neck.

"Hermione, what in the world are you doing?" Harry's voice was soft but it in no way calmed my temper.

"You told the school governors about Remus and me admit it!"

Ron's eyes widened and the colour in his face had paled. He had been caught. "It was for your own good Hermione."

"Ron, you didn't!" Ginny gasped then covering her mouth with her hand.

"Oh he did! Poor Remus has to defend our relationship to the entire school board. He almost lost his job!" I yelled. I couldn't help it I was shaking with fury. My friend, one of my best friends had purposely tried to destroy the man I love's reputation.

"I know your mad Hermione, but you have to see that he's taking advantage of you. He's too old, he's a werewolf, he's-

"If you insult him one more time, I swear to God I'll…

"Why are you so defensive of him Hermione? Why!" Ron yelled. "Why is he more important to you than me? I have known you since we were eleven years old. We have been through so much together, why him, why not me?"

I knew my relationship with Remus was heartbreaking for him, but my heart belongs to Remus, it always will. "Because I love him." I answered softly. "And if you can't accept that then I can no longer call you friend." I then lowered my wand.

"I apologize for interrupting." I said looking around at Harry and the rest of the Weasley's.

"It's alright dear." Molly said. "You had every right."

RPOV

As soon as I walked through the front door of my parents' home I was rushed at by my mother who instantly wrapped her arms tightly around me. "Oh my poor baby."

I just laughed at her overdramatizing. "Mum, really, I'm fine." Reluctantly she released me.

"How did it go, son." My father asked placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Well, I still have a job, though I'm pretty sure the entire wizarding world will know about mine and Hermione relationship by morning." I sighed as I sat down on the couch.

"Well, at least you weren't sacked." My father said sitting down beside me. I simply nodded. "Where is Hermione, anyway?" He asked.

"She went to confront Ron Weasley; apparently he was the one who turned us in."

My father shook his head in disbelief, my mother gasped. "I thought Ron and Hermione were friends?" She asked.

"They are, or were. I believe jealously played a part in his actions. They dated, briefly and, well it's obvious that he still cares for her."

"Oh." My mother sat down on the other side of me, patting my knee. "Well, I hope she hexes him into next week."

My father and I both laughed. "So do I."

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Sometimes I don't feel like I deserve to have such a wonderful woman in my life." I admitted. "But at the same time, now that I have her I can't imagine my life without her."

"That's because you're in love, son." My father grinned as he rose from the couch. "When you find that one person," He said taking my mother's hand and gently pulling her from the couch, "that completes you in every way, you just know." He then placed a sweet kiss on my mother's lips. "And no matter how much you annoy each other, you know, at the end of the day, life wouldn't be the same without them."

"Thank you, dear." My mother responded, returning a kiss to his cheek.

"It's only the truth, love."

I smiled at my parent affection and only hope that mine and Hermione marriage will be as strong as there is after forty years. Wait, did I just say marriage. I did. Why? Because she's you mate Remus, you need her, you love her, of course you want to marry her. Pulling myself from my contemplation I quickly realized that my parents were once again kissing, and not at all being discreet about it.

"Um, do you think you could take that somewhere else?" I pleaded just as my father's hand slipped under my mother blouse.

Deciding not to wait for a response I quickly headed up to my room.

HPOV

I instantly apparated back to Remus' family home, and upon entering the front room was met with a rather, well, uncomfortable sight. Remus parents, on the couch, in the middle of a full on snog fest. They were so involved with each other in fact they didn't even notice my presence. I swiftly made my way up the stairs and into Remus' room where I found him sleeping. I gently climbed on the bed and lay down facing him. I moved a stay piece of his hair and tucked it behind his ear; I then softly rubbed the back of my fingers against his cheek.

He smiled, and then opened his eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay." Remus placed his arm around my waist pulling me closer to his body. "I love you." He whispered in my ear then nuzzling his face in my neck.

"I love you too."

He softly kissed my neck and then my lips. "How did it go?" He asked as he began to play with the ends of my hair.

I let out a deep sigh. "I managed not to hex him."

"You make that sound like that's a good thing." We both gave a small laugh.

"I confronted him in front of his family and Harry, so they all know what he did as well."

"Then perhaps they will hex him for you." Again I laughed, this time a bit louder.

"Ten gallons says Ginny's the first one."

"Oh, I agree with you on that, another five says she uses her famous bat-boggy hex." Again we laughed

Our eyes locked for a moment before he again softly kissed my lips. "I told him our friendship was over and I left."

"I believe you had more self-restraint then I would have." He said this in all seriousness. "But I am proud of you for confronting him; it must have been very difficult for you. He was your friend, and he betrayed you."

Tears began to fill in my eyes, his words reminding me of the great friendship I just lost.

"Don't cry, Mione." Remus took his thumb and delicately wiped away the tears. "You have no idea how much it pains my heart to see it."

"Sorry." I sniffled. "I really shouldn't get all emotional over the git."

"Why don't we talk about something besides Ron Weasley?" Remus Suggested.

"Alright, what?"

Remus grinned before crashing his mouth into mine. "How about how wonderful your bare skin feels against mine?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You want to talk about it." I said running my fingers down his chest. "Or feel it."

He laughed. "The latter." Was all he said before we hastily began to undress each other.

RPOV

We spent the rest of the day in my room; we just wanted to be together. I went downstairs once to get some dinner, but other than that we stayed locked in my room. We mostly talked, and never about the events that took place earlier that day. Hermione talked about NEWTS, I about lessons I was currently teaching. We also read a bit, played a couple of games of chess, and participated in other 'adult' activities. I still can't get over how lucky I am to have her. We plan to head back to Hogwarts tomorrow, the rest of the students will return the day after, so it will give us an entire day alone, without the worry of interruption.

She's reading right now. I don't know if she realizes it but when she gets to something that catches her interest she bites her bottom lip. She's lying on her side, facing the left side of the bed. She has on that pink night dress that I like so much, it clings perfectly to her amazing curves. Her hair is pulled over her left shoulder, resting on her chest. I love running my fingers though her brown curls. Merlin she's beautiful. Brains and beauty, I do not think I could be any luckier.

"Mione." She looked up from her book and into my eyes.

"Yes." She smiled.

"I'm going to go ask my mum a quick question, and I'll be right back".

"Okay". She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and went back to reading her book.

I pulled on a pair of sweat pants over my boxers and a T-shirt and went toward my parent's room. I could hear them talking the moment I stepped into the hall. I could tell they were whispering, but with my heightened hearing, it didn't matter. They were talking about what had happened earlier that day.

"It's just not fair. The poor boy has been through so much. Why can't they just leave him alone?" I could tell by the quiver in my mother voice she was on the verge of tears.

"I know Linda, but he came out of it okay. He still has a job and a supportive woman by his side."

"I know. I-I just never wished such a life on my son. I just…

That's when she began to cry. I know the stress my condition has caused on my family over the years. From me almost not getting into Hogwarts, to never being able to find a job, being ostracized by much of the wizarding community, and the list goes on. Despite that, I know they love me, and in the end that's all that matters. Taking a long breath I knocked on their door.

"Come in."

Opening the door I saw that both of my parents were already in their night clothes and in bed.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but Mum, I was wondering if I could have grandmother's ring."

My mother jumped out of bed with a shot and raced over to me. "Oh Remus." She hugged me tightly. "Are you really going to ask her?"

I nodded and grinned.

"When?" My father asked, he too was grinning.

"Now, I really don't see the point in waiting."

My mother quickly went to her jewellery box and pulled my grandmother's engagement ring. The band was silver, a half karat diamond ring in the center, and two small sapphires on either side of the diamond.

"You make sure she takes extra care of that ring. It's a family heirloom."

"I'm sure she will." My mother gave me a final hug and my father wished me good luck.

Swallowing my fear of rejection, which I highly doubted will happen; I slowly opened my bedroom door. My little know-it-all still had her nose in that book. Sitting down on the edge of the bed I gently took the books from her hands. She looked up at me and smirked.

"Yes."

I scooted myself a bit closer, moving my face down to hers I kissed her softly on the mouth. "I have something to ask you."

A/N: Ah a cliffy, but I'm sure you all know what her answer will be. Please make my day and leave a review.