A/N: Okay here is the next chapter. I am at a bit of a struggle to keep up with my day to day update here so don't be surprised if I skip a day. I have so much school work and everything going on it is hard to keep up with sometimes but that is school I suppose. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

Hermione let out a small growl as she opened her eyes and saw the Head common room around her. She could feel her head pounding and after looking around a bit she realized she was still a fox. She remembered what happened after that, it all just sort of came back to her. She looked around and noticed she was in Ron's lap and she couldn't help but to smile gently.

She got up and placed her arms on his shoulder and stiffed his ear and hoping her cold nose or just the fact something was smelling his ear would wake him up. She had no other way of getting his attention other then maybe licking his cheek.

"Go away," Ron mumbled as he swatted at his ear and Hermione quickly got out of the way and stood in his lap.

Hermione thought for a moment before she got up on his shoulder again and licked his cheek gently. She just hoped he would wake this time by licking him but she wasn't positive.

Ron grumbled and pushed Hermione away not knowing it was her and when she let out a small cry of pain he quickly shot up and picked her up and set her in his lap. "I'm sorry 'Mione, I didn't know it was you," he said softly as he scratched behind her ear gently. "I am glade to know you are alright though."

Hermione let out a low growl as Ron scratched her ear and she rubbed her head against his hand telling him to keep going. She loved this attention, it was kind of nice. She never felt so happy during a time of war but just being with Ron did that to her, as a fox or just as herself.

Ron chuckled gently and continued to scratch her ear. "When I found you out in the woods I was so worried. I thought I had lost my 'Mione. I was so scared that I had lost you. I am glade to know you are alright. I just wish I knew what happened to you," he said softly as he looked at the fire place then at Hermione.

Hermione jumped out of Ron's lap no matter how much she loved the attention and transformed back into herself before sitting down next to Ron. "Well let's see, my body aches, my head aches, and I have more bruises on my sides," she said as she lifted her shirt up over her stomach and showing her bruises to him. "That doesn't answer what happened but there are the results of what happened."

Ron carefully touched her bruises and watched the small amount of pain in her face but she didn't stop him or whimper, telling him to stop. "'Mione, who did this to you? Who did this to my poor 'Mione?" he asked her quietly as he moved her shirt back down and kissing her gently. "Please tell me. I need to know who did this to my 'Mione."

"Who do you think it was?"

"Well I have a guess but I want you to tell me."

Hermione sighed softly as she snuggled up in Ron's arms and closed her eyes trying to fight back the tears. "Draco. I-I was trying to learn my smells and I just happened to pick his. It was all my fault," she said gently letting a small tear roll down her cheek.

Ron lifted her head up and whipped away her tear and kissed her gently. "It wasn't your fault 'Mione. He is the one who did what he did. Don't blame yourself for this, you where learning your smells and you picked what you did," he told her and then holding her close to him and sighing. "Please don't blame yourself for this."

Hermione buried her head into Ron's chest and started to cry gently. "Oh Ron, how can you say that? It is my fault. If I had only pick some other scent to follow to see what it was. No, I just had to pick the one that led me to Draco," she sobbed as she wrapped her arms around Ron and sobbed hard into his chest, soaking his shirt a bit.

Ron started to stroke Hermione's hair gently and held her close; as if she could get any closer. "Hermione it isn't your fault. He must have known you where out in your fox form and he wants to get rid of you because you where the reason Harry and I won that one battle against the Death Eaters," he said though he didn't really think it was helping any. "He must have put a spell on his scent or something. Maybe he wanted you to find him in which case it isn't your fault."

Hermione only sobbed harder and gripped Ron's shirt into her fist. "That's not making me feel any better Ron. You have no idea what I went through. It only took two throws to the ground to weaken me," she muttered through her sobs.

Ron frowned as he held her, all out of ideas on how to get her to stop crying. "It just means you need to work harder is all. You need to train. You are new to being an animagus, you just need to give it some time 'Mione. Soon you'll be able to get rid of that jerk. Teach him a lesson for doing these things to you."

"Do you really think so?"

Ron lifted Hermione's head up and whipped her tears away. "I know so. You are strong 'Mione and I know you can take Draco on if you give your time and effort into your training. Make him wish he never messed with Hermione Jane Granger."

Hermione smiled weakly as she looked up into Ron's eyes and kissing him softly before cuddling in his arms. "You really think I can teach the pure blood jerk a lesson from what he did?"

"As I said, I know you will."

Hermione sighed gently and rested her head comfortably in Ron's chest. "How should I do is the question now?"

"You have time to think about it 'Mione," Ron said with a chuckle and getting up and helping her up as well. "Now time for breakfast or else I will be starving until lunch time and my stomach growling is not very attractive."

Hermione giggled to herself and simply nodded her head as she snuggled close to Ron. "I don't care if your stomach growls, I will love you all the same but I just can't let my poor Ron starve," she said with a small smile and chuckle.

"Well I don't find it attractive so it won't happen. Plus, Harry would like to know you are alright. He was with me when I found you," Ron said and with a small kiss he led Hermione out of the common room.

"I think your stomach growling would be a very attractive thing."

"What have you done with my 'Mione?"

"Nothing, I was joking."

"Good I was kind of worried for a moment there."