Chapter 11

The moment we walked inside, Mrs. Weasley bombarded us with questions, How is little Teddy? How is Andromeda? Did you run into any trouble? Etc, etc. The answers Ron and I made up on the spot managed to please Mrs. Weasley and after Harry handed her a photo of the little guy changing his hair colour between Harry's Black, Ginny's Urban and his natural light brown she eventually left us alone

Harry, Ron, Ginny and I quickly went up to Ron's room and exchanged stories from the day. Ron and I recounted the state of my parent's house and how Mr. Anderson, the man across the street was a wizard. Harry laughed at the last part and mentioned how similar the situation was to Mrs. Figg living in Private Dr and not revealing her true identity until absolutely necessary.

The thought of Dumbledore arranging for someone magical to be near my childhood home seemed far-fetched to me, but Harry and Ron were both adamant that Dumbledore had something to do with it.

We then listened to Harry and Ginny recount their afternoon with Teddy, Harry had decided that he would go over to Andromeda's place every Wednesday afternoon and Saturday to look after Teddy and to give Andromeda a break. He seemed proud and terrified at the same time to have volunteered to take care of a baby but you could see that he wanted to do it more than anything. Ginny also seemed happy at the prospect of having a chance to visit Teddy, she revealed to us that she had been made Teddy's godmother, Harry had nearly fainted at the statement and was shocked to only be hearing about this for the first time when he did.

It made sense really; Ginny and Tonks had become close over the last three years. Ginny enjoyed having another girl around to talk to and Tonks had enjoyed the company of all the Weasleys but she took a particular liking to Ginny. Why Remus hadn't told us or Harry who Teddy's Godmother was, was a question that would never be answered and Ginny explained she hadn't mentioned it because she thought we new.

When Mrs. Weasley called us down for dinner it was once again a quiet affair that seemed to last longer than anyone particularly wanted it to. When we all had finished Mr. Weasley asked that everyone congregate in the living room to discuss what was going to happen with Fred's funeral. Ron went upstairs to try and bring George down, which gave me the perfect opportunity to discreetly begin doing the dishes.

As I began to hand wash the dishes someone picked up the towel on the bench and began to dry. I looked up to see Harry next to me, silently drying the dishes manually and stacking them in piles on the bench space beside him.

That's where I was right now, standing in the kitchen silently, though familiarly washing up after dinner. Harry and I didn't have to say anything to know why the other had not followed the Weasley's into the living room, despite being invited to join the discussion and being treated as part of the family, we were not.

I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to realize that Harry had stopped drying dishes and I had none left to wash. I continued to stand at the sink with my hands in the soapy water staring at the photo of the Weasley's hanging on the wall. I let a tear roll down my face not sure what it was for; I was upset for so many reasons that I couldn't even distinguish which one had made me cry. Was it the fact that Fred was dead or was it because I missed my parents or was it because I, at least had parents, unlike Harry.

"Harry what are we going to do?" I asked quietly.

He seemed to understand that I didn't just mean right now, but in general, "well your parents will come home and you'll get your family back, you'll be happy with Ron and because you're a genius, you'll get any job you want. I'll find somewhere to live, I don't want to stay at Grimauld place, it creeps me out too much, but my parents had enough that I should be able to get my own place. I'll help take care of Teddy and hopefully get a job doing something that I deserve, not one given to me because I'm Harry Potter."

"You're not going to stay here?" I asked a little shocked that he had obviously given more thought to the future than I had.

"I know that Mr and Mrs Weasley have never minded me staying here before, but that was only ever for a couple of weeks before school started. I always had school or the Dursley's to go back to, now I don't and I can't expect them to let me stay forever, especially now that I'm with Ginny."

"I don't know if I'll be able to go home, my parents will probably hate me for what I did to them, I can't assume they will want to return and have everything go back to normal. They may be scared of me, scared of what I can do. They accepted what I am, but it was easier when I couldn't do magic outside of school. It got awkward when I went home after sixth year and automatically began doing things with magic, I would catch them staring when they thought I wasn't paying attention. I can't imagine what they would think when they realized I used my wand on them."

"Hermione, your parents aren't the Dursleys, they wont hate you for being a witch." Harry said trying to comfort me.

"They wont hate me for what I am, but its possible they will, for what I did to them. I'll have no family and nowhere to go. I can't stay here either, me staying hear is supposed to be temporary; I'm expected to be gone the moment my parents are back in the country. I'll get kicked out and I'll be homeless and without a family…"

"Just like me." Harry said, finishing my sentence.

"No such thing will ever happen." Mrs. Weasley's voice got our attention and we both spun around in the direction of the doorway.

Standing in the doorway was Mrs. Weasley, Ginny and Ron. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny both had tears welling in their eyes, while Ron looked as though he was going to punch something.

Though she looked like she was going to break down any second Mrs. Weasley spoke strongly, "You two will always have a home here, do I make myself clear?" We nodded and she continued, "I don't want either of you to ever feel like you have no where to go or that you have no family. Just because you don't share our name or have red hair does not make this home and family any less yours."

I let a few more tears fall, however they were not tears of sadness but of happiness. I looked at Harry and noticed how his eyes where wet, I saw him swallow hard and go to say something but only silence came out of his mouth. I'm sure if I tried to say something the same thing would happen. Mrs. Weasley recognized our dilemma and crossed the room and pulled us both into a bone-crushing hug.

After a few moments I felt Ron come and stand behind me he placed one hand on the small of my back, and the other on my waist before gently prying me away from his mothers grip. "Mum you're going to suffocate them."

Mrs. Weasley let Harry and I go before wiping her eyes and saying, "I'll give you all a minute, and then I want everyone in the living room to finish planning."

When Mrs. Weasley left, Ron wrapped me in his arms as I seen from the corner of my eye Ginny flinging herself at Harry.

"You two are completely mental for thinking that you would have nowhere to go." Ron said quietly as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Yeah, and if you think I was going to let you go off on your own again, your highly mistaken," added Ginny.

I managed to pull myself together quite quickly, Rons embrace made me feel so much better and I was slightly afraid that if I didn't distance myself soon I was not only going to do something slightly inappropriate in front of Harry and Ginny but unbelievably inappropriate given the sad and depressing task we were supposed to be doing.

I untangled myself from Rons arms and grabbed his hand before making my way into the living area, Harry and Ginny not far behind.

We made our way into the room and Ron sat down in an armchair, I was about to plop down onto the floor when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down on his lap. This action received a variety of looks from his family, his parents both had expressions of struggle, as if they were happy but didn't want to condone the behavior. Bill had a similar expression to his parents but his wife was beaming. Charlie had a smirk that would rival one of Malfoy's and surprisingly Percy looked as if he approved. George continued to stare into the fireplace like nothing else in the world existed but the orange flames that danced within.

Feeling uncomfortable with the awkward attention I began to shift but Ron held me tight, "I would prefer to have you close," he whispered in my ear, "I'm going to need you."

Hearing those words and the sincerity behind them had me making myself comfortable in Rons lap, I didn't care for the people staring as all I wanted to do was make this difficult time easier for Ron. He had been there for me all day, helping in everyway possible, to organize the return of my parents and now I was going to be there for him.

Harry and Ginny knew they wouldn't get the same reaction from the Weasleys if they sat as Ron and I currently were. Harry opting to keep his life sat down next to Ginny on the floor and held her hand, not daring touch her in any other way.

Fred's funeral was being held the day after tomorrow, as was the funeral of Remus and Tonks. Fred's was going to be held at the little cemetery in Ottery St Catchpole as that is where many other Weasleys had been laid to rest in the past. Everyone was then going to return to The Burrow for a short period of time before heading over to Andromeda's as Remus and Tonks were going to buried there, with Ted Tonks.

Once there was nothing else necessary to discuss or organize, in regards to the funeral, the room filled with a hopeless silence before George wordlessly got up and returned to his room. Once we all heard the door close, others began to disperse around the house, each consumed by their own miserable thoughts, leaving Ron, Harry, Ginny and I alone.

After several more minutes of silence Ginny stood up and reached her hand down to Harry, "will you walk with me?"

"Yeah," Harry replied as he took her hand and rose from his position on the floor. "See you guys later yeah?" he finished and squeezed Rons shoulder.

It was usually funny watching Harry and Ron attempt to display emotional comfort to each other, as they were both always so awkward when it came to being open about their feelings. This simple gesture however, broke my heart and made me so proud at the same time. Ron nodded his thanks and moments later it was just Ron and I in the room, still curled up on the couch.

I twisted in Ron's lap so that I could face him, the image that I was presented with was heart wrenching. Ron's face had always shown emotion, whether he was happy, sad, embarrassed or angry, except for right right now. At this moment it was completely blank. The only indication that there was life behind those far away eyes, was that they were leaking; tears were silently slipping down his checks and dripping off of his jaw and onto my shirt.

As I was drawing a blank when it came to finding words of comfort, I opted to wrap him in a tight hug. We stayed on the couch for what felt like hours before Ron finally spoke, "Wanna come up stairs with me?"

I nodded and removed myself from on top of him; he then grabbed my hand and led me up the rickety stairs to his room. He closed he door behind us and for once I didn't give a damn that we were breaking rules. As far as I'm concerned, everyone deserves their privacy when mourning and choosing to have company while doing so was not a crime.

I sat down on the bed beside him and instantly he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me down into a laying potion beside him.

"Are you tired, Hermione?" He asked quietly.

"A little bit, I can go back to Ginny's room if you want to go to sleep." I whispered back, trying to hide my disappointment at the prospect of having to leave his arms.

"I want you to stay here tonight."

"Ron, you know I can't, we'll get in trouble." I said, trying to convince myself just as much as Ron that I should leave.

"I don't care," replied Ron and he moved us both so that we were in the spooning position.

I sighed in defeat and snuggled in closer to him, "I'm not taking any responsibility for this if your mum finds us."

As we lay together in silence, I tried to sort out all the mixed thoughts and emotions that crowded my head. It felt terrible having so many mixed emotions filling me at the same time and I desperately wanted to try and sort them out. But I didn't know how. The relief I felt knowing I was no longer being hunted like an animal, due to my blood status and friendship with Harry was immeasurable. That, combined with the realization that we could now go through life without the fear and terror Voldemort had brought into our lives made me undeniably happy. But not everyone survived the fight for that happiness and this thought brought in emotions that almost swallowed the good ones whole. My fear regarding my parents safety and the possibility they may not understand or forgive me for drastically changing their lives was beginning to drive me mental. Then add in the fact that I feel like a slag because I continuously think about doing things with Ron that, quite frankly shouldn't even be crossing my mind, given everything I have just mentioned.

It was exhausting thinking about so much at once, yet the possibility of sleep was incredibly low.

"I can't stand feeling like this." I whispered, not entirely sure if I was speaking to Ron or myself.

"Feeling like what?" Ron asked with concern evident in his voice.

"I feel like I'm feeling too much, feeling to many different thinks, I feel like I'm going crazy. God, did that even make sense?"

"It made perfect sense, to me anyway, I'm in the same boat." Ron answered back.

"I just want to forget everything, for at least a little while. I wish I could just think about one simple thing and not have ten billion other thoughts ruin or confuse it."

"I know the feeling. I found something that does that for me but then after I feel terrible," replied Ron, he sounded embarrassed, like he was unsure if he should be admitting this.

"What do you mean, you found something?" I enquired, still without turning to face him.

"I found something to do that makes me forget everything else but that one thing," he said, then followed by placing his lips behind my ear.

The sensations that shot though my body at that simple action made me all the more aware of how my bum was pressed against his crotch, his strong arms were wrapped around me and his lips were hovering only inches above my head. It then struck me, right between the legs, what Ron had been trying to say, I made him forget.

He placed another kiss, this time a lingering one below my ear before continuing to speak, "I want to forget Hermione, even if it is for just a couple of minutes and I feel horrible afterwards."

Wanting nothing more than to give him what he wants, I turned around and captured his lips with mine. He made a humming noise and it vibrated through my body, urging me to give more.

After several minutes of snogging Ron rolled over so that I was pinned beneath him. Ron had positioned himself so that his hard length was pressing against my center, causing me to suck in a deep breath.

"Sorry," Ron murmured and went to move off of me.

I was having none of that and grabbed onto him so that he couldn't roll off, "No, don't be, I was just…ummm, shocked…I mean, I wasn't, e-epecting…you know…I've never."

Oh god, how was I supposed to explain that I had never had a clearly aroused guy on top of me? I had never had any kind of guy this close to me. I was a blubbering mess, so deciding that speaking was only going to make this situation awkward, I leant up and reclaimed Rons lips.

Without further question Ron responded enthusiastically, propping himself up on his hands so that his top half hovered over me and his bottom half was pressing me further into the bed. The pressure that Ron was applying between my legs with his body felt surprisingly good and made me curious as to how good it could feel without the barrier of clothing. Blushing at my own thoughts I tried to concentrate on something else, like what his lips and tongue felt like against mine, or how broad and toned his shoulders felt below my travelling hands. This of course didn't stop my thoughts travelling down the very, short road, to how I'd like to do much more than snog Ron. Without thought, I began to lift his shirt and he sat up so that he could finish taking it over is head, he then immediately scooped one arm under me and lifted my top half off the bed, he then used his other hand to try and remove my shirt. As he tried to do this with only one hand I assisted and in moments we were laying back down on the bed, snogging the life out of each other without shirts on.

Feeling his skin on my almost completely exposed chest sent shivers throughout my body, which I didn't quite understand as he was incredibly warm. Ron began to slowly grind his hips against mine and the friction it caused made me want to rip the rest of our clothes off, so that there was no obstruction in the way.

Holy shit! I was seriously considering sex.

"Hermione, can I take this off?" Ron asked while fingering the straps of my bra.

I nodded and sat up a little so that Ron could reach around behind me. As Ron fumbled with the clasp, realization of what was actually happing set in, I was about to be completely topless with Ron. That was if he could ever figure out how to get it undone.

Some awkwardness began to fill the room when he couldn't get it undone and my stomach muscles were struggling to hold me in the position I was in.

"Stupid thing… I can't... stuck." Ron was muttering while turning a bright shade of red, which I wasn't sure was the result of embarrassment or frustration.

I reached around and undid the clasp but before Ron could pull the straps away from my shoulders I folded my arms tightly across my chest, holding the bra to me like a lifeline.

"How did you do that?" asked a puzzled Ron.

"Umm, I guess you get the hang of it when you have to do it everyday." I said uncomfortably.

"Fuck that was a stupid question." Ron scolded himself then looked down at my arms crossed over my chest. "Did you want to do it back up?"

I shook my head but couldn't find the courage to move my arms away. Ron then slowly put one of his hands on mine and gently moved it away from my body, he then slowly repeated the process so that he had moved both my arms down by my side, leaving my plain white bra loosely hanging in front of my chest.

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

"Yeah, it's okay." I managed to get out before be pulled the bra away from me. He stared down at me with his eyes nearly falling out of his head, "you're looking at me like you've never seen boobs before."

"I haven't," Ron quickly answered, "I mean not in real life, I mean, I've seen photos, not that I look at photos, Seamus used to have some posters in the dorm, fuck, I should just shut up, right?"

I answered by dragging him down on me so that I could kiss him again ecstatic that it seemed he hadn't seen Lavender like this. One of Rons hands roamed up my body and covered one mound before be began to squeeze and rub. We moaned in each others mouths before Ron pulled away and trailed kisses down my neck, he found the spot that made my heart race but quickly moved on, moving down to my collar bone. He paused and looked up at me with a question in his eyes, I swallowed hard and nodded, giving him permission to move his lips lower.

I was stiff as a board as his lips made their way lower and lower, having him place kisses on my chest felt brilliant, however I was feeling self-conscious about my size. I was not what people would refer to as busty or curvy, I was skinny, angular and my chest did not consist of much. All these thoughts however evaporated the moment his mouth closed over my nipple, I arched my chest up and tried to suppress the load moan threatening to explode from my lips.

After a moment Ron rolled away from me and began to scavenge around the bed searching for something. Seconds later he sat up holding his wand high in the air before exclaiming, "found it." He then pointed towards the door and I heard the locks click shut before I heard him cast Muffliato.

How did I not think of that?

We continued to kiss and touch each other until I felt like bursting, I was bucking my hips as he ground back down into me, imitating what I so desperately wanted to do without jeans on.

Ron's quiet murmur of "I want you so bad" ultimately caused me to make the biggest decision of my life; I reached between us and began to undo his pants. I wanted to have sex with Ron…now.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm getting rid of these, they are in my way."

Without hesitation Ron helped me remove his jeans, leaving him in nothing but a black pair of tented boxers. I stared, I couldn't help it, I tried to drag my eyes away but was finding that task very difficult.

"Can I?" Ron's voice said, getting my attention.

He had his hands at the top of my jeans and was asking if he could take them off. Figuring there was no turning back now I nodded and lifted my hips when he needed to pull them over my butt. I was secretly thanking Merlin for the fact I was not wearing hideous underwear, not that I was wearing anything special but at least they weren't plain and daggy.

It was now Ron's turn to stare; he looked down at my basically naked body surprisingly with a look of awe, "Fucking perfect."

"Excuse me?" I asked shocked.

"Fuck, shit, wait, can I start again? What I was suppose to say was, you're beautiful. I wasn't meant to sound like a jerk; I can't believe I'm ruining this already. Fuck!"

I once again leaned up and took his lips with my own, I tried to tell him in that one kiss that he hadn't ruined anything, in fact he had made it all the better. I was thrilled to find he found my body at least somewhat appealing and his obvious nervousness was beginning to make me think he was just as inexperienced in this as I was.

I worked up all the courage I possessed and hooked my finger in the top of his boxers, when I slowly began to pull them over his length he pulled away from the kiss. After a bit of fumbling and awkwardness Ron finished removing his underwear and kicked them of the end of the bed before slowly pulling my own down. Ron didn't take his eyes away from mine as he removed the last piece of clothing covering me and we both shook with nerves at what we new was about to happen.

"Do you know the spell?" I asked

"Yeah," Ron replied before waving his wand between us.

Ron lent closer and as I spread my legs a little wider I felt the tip of his hardness press against me. The moment this happened Ron quickly pulled away, "shit, I'm an idiot, I'm supposed to do this first."

Before I could ask what the hell he was talking about he had dipped his head down between my legs.

"Shit!" the word left my lips as I flew into a sitting position.

Ron quickly lifted his head, "what'd I do wrong?" he asked worry clearly etched on his face.

"Nothing," I breathed out and flopped back down, "that…was good."

As soon as I said the word 'good' Ron went straight back to it. I had never felt anything like it, he ran his tongue over my clit repeatedly causing me to lift my hips into his face harder. Every time I tried to stop he would do it again and I would buck uncontrollably much to my utter embarrassment. It only took a couple of minutes of his kissing, sucking and licking before I felt the overwhelming sensation that I new to be an orgasm.

Ron moved back up so he was hovering over me again, however the look of nervous terror that had covered his face earlier was now gone and in its place was one of accomplishment and…desire. He once again placed his tip at my entrance and when I gave him the go ahead with an approving nod he slowly pushed his way inside me.

I clung onto his back tightly and he buried his face in my out of control hair to muffle his loud moan. It hurt, more than I expected and when Ron went to keep moving I accidently drug my nails into his back, "just hold still for a second."

"Do you want me to pull out?" asked Ron.

"No, I'm just adjusting." I answered as Ron began to shake.

"Why are you shaking?" I asked seriously concerned.

'Feels…so good…trying not… to move," was the answer I got between his heavy breathing.

"Just go slowly, okay."

He nodded against my shoulder and began to move in and out of me, it was the strangest feeling I have ever experienced. It was painful, yet I didn't want him to stop because it was somehow the best thing I had ever felt. Ron was moving very slowly, so after a moment I told Ron he could go a little quicker. He didn't need telling twice and I began to buck my hips to meet his, we found a rhythm quickly and I shifted so I could kiss him. The second I did this however, all rhythm and control was lost as Ron began to thrust erratically and significantly harder than he had previously.

"Fuck, Hermione, I'm going to…" Ron said as he dragged his lips away from mine and buried his face against my neck. He then went ridged and shuddered violently before completely laying down on top of me trying to catch his breath.

"Ron, you're starting to squash me," I said after a couple of minutes completely ruining the moment.

"Fuck, sorry," he said as he rolled to the side, "I can't believe that just happened."

"Neither" I muttered back, as I quickly scavenged around for the edge of the blanket to pull over me.

Before I could successfully cover myself Ron moved back over me so that he hovered above me, "I didn't hurt you did I?"

The sincerity in his voice and concern in his eyes made my heart melt and the concern I had regarding my exposure was forgotten, "not too bad, just what's to be expected I guess."

"I tried to be gentle and I wanted to make you feel good before hand, because I know girls don't usually…you know… the first time and I'm sorry it didn't last long…"

I placed a finger to his lips to stop his rambling, "Ron, calm down, i-it was perfect."

"I promise it will be better next time," I smiled up at him before a look of terror crossed his face, "there will be a next time, wont there?"

"I hope so." I said before laughing.

Ron went to say something but stopped abruptly when a buzzing sound began to ring in our ears, "Fuck" he said as we both launched out of his bed to try and find our clothes.

A/N: Finally did a longer chapter, left it with a little cliff hanger, i promise you shouldn't have to wait long to get more. Please don't be shy with reviews, I love constructive criticism. Again, thank you all for reading, your reviews, story subscriptions and adds make my day.