Chapter 17

Ron's POV

The women standing in front of me looked absolutely nothing like Hermione, she had blond hair that was lucky too reach her shoulders and it sat perfectly straight and smooth. Her eyes were a dark shade of blue that easily grabbed your attention as they were on a face of smooth, immaculate, pale skin, her lips were finer than Hermione's and looked no where near as tempting. They did however move.

"I'm sorry, I didn't order anything."

"Is this not number 10?" I asked hoping that I wouldn't have to make conversation for too long. I had no idea how this delivery thing really worked.

"Well, yes it is, but I didn't order any pizza." She was confused but remained polite, just as Hermione would have.

"And, am I on Simon Street? Sorry, I'm a little new to the area, maybe I have the wrong street?"

"No, no, this is number 10 Simon Street, but there must be a mistake, I didn't order any pizza."

Hurry up Hermione, I'm totally lost with what I'm supposed to be doing.

"That's strange, are you sure there is no one else here at the moment that may have ordered anything?"

"Well, my husband… but he wouldn't have just ordered… I would have fixed something up… umm-"

"Maybe you should go ask him."

"Ask me what?" came a man's voice from somewhere within the house.

"Honey, you didn't order any pizza, did you?" Hermione's mum asked as she turned her back on me.

The moment her back was turned Hermione stood out from behind the pillar beside the entrance and pointed her wand at her mother. She was mumbling quietly and I couldn't make out what she was saying, what ever it was however was working because Mrs Granger had turned back around and was looking straight at us with a completely blank look, her mouth was slack and her eyes were glazed over.

"What on Earth-" Mr Granger stopped mid sentence when he reached the doorway and Hermione began the same process on him.

After a moment Hermione lowered her wand and stared directly at her parents, who still looked all docile and lifeless in the doorway. It took another moment before their eyes began to clear and they both moved into a more alert stance.

After several seconds of blinking Mrs Granger finally spoke, "Hemione, is that you?"

"Mum…" Hermione's voice was thick and she was unable to say anything more. I looked over and saw tears freely falling from her beautiful eyes, unlike the other times I had seen her cry though, she had a small smile on her face.

"What is going on? I don't feel that good." Hermione's dad was coming around.

"Ron… it is Ron isn't it? Pizza… you were delivering pizza… I didn't recognise you, why didn't you tell me… I'm so confused." Hermione's mum was rambling and she was beginning to turn a deathly pale colour that, to me, indicated she was about to faint.

I reached out and caught her as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she began to tumble to the floor.

"Oh my god." Mr Granger said, but was still too shaky himself, to do much of anything.

"Lets get her inside and on the couch." I suggested and moved in without actually being given permission. Hermione was still silent and hadn't uttered a single sound other that her chocked out 'mum' from earlier.

"Umm, maybe we should get a wet towel or some water for her," I said as I lay Hermione's mother on the couch. She was coming to already.

Hermione rushed off in search, as her father seemed rooted to the spot over his wife. When she returned she placed the cloth she had over her mothers forehead and held out the glass of water waiting for her mother to take it.

"I feel so strange, what on Earth is going on…. I must have dozed of and had the strangest dream… Australia… Monica? Jean?" Mr Granger said looking down at his wife before continuing, "Hermione, you weren't in the dream… packed up house-"

"Dad, maybe you should sit." Her voice was weak but I was so glad to finally hear it, I was getting worried with her lack of speech. Hermione always had something to say.

"You look different for some reason." Hermione's mum said looking at her daughter with complete and utter confusion, "older and thinner…unhappy."

At Hermione's sheepish look, one that I assumed was also on my face, Mr Granger seemed to register that he and his wife were the only confused ones in the room, "Hermione, explain why I'm in a strange house, yet it feels like home. Explain, why I have to keep reminding myself that my wife's name is Jean, not Moinca. Why I keep thing of myself as Wendell and for some reason I think we are in Australia."

"Dad, maybe you should sit down."

"I think I'd rather stand." he wasn't trying to hide his anger now and it terrified me how much he looked like his daughter.

His hair was exactly the same as Hermione's, if you added about 12 inches and removed the grey patches around the sides. It was thick and though short, you could tell it was uncontrollable. His eyes that had taken on that same terrifying blaze that Hermione's did when she was furious and behind the anger I could see the familiar chocolate colour that reminded me of a melted chocolate frog after it had been stashed in your pocket too long.

The freckles that dusted over Hermione's nose had also come from her father, though I doubt he looked as cute when said nose was scrunched up in concentration.

Cute? Did I really just bloody think that?

Anyway, it seemed that the only physical gene Mr Granger had not past onto Hermione, thankfully, was his size. This bloke was big.

Not fat, but big, scary and intimidatingly big. He was just as tall as I was, admittedly that was rare, but instead of the lanky and gangling limbs that I had, his were as thick and muscled as a bloody troll fighter.

I'd rather try and placate the Death Eaters after their Dark Lord was defeated.

"Umm, ok," Hermione finally said, "well you see, it wasn't a dream, what I mean is that you are in Australia and you did think your names were Monica and Wendell. And I do look different… and older… about a year older." At their silence Hermione decided to continue, "I changed your memories so that you thought yourselves to be Wendell and Monica Wilkins, I changed them so you thought you wanted to live in Australia and I changed them so that you… didn't know anything about me."

"Y-You used…m-magic, on us?" her mother quietly stuttered.

Hermione only nodded and I could see the shame and guilt in her expression. I pissed me off.

"She had to… to save your lives."

"That sounds a little over dramatic Mr Weasley." Mr Grangers voice was as cold as ice.

"All due respect sir, it's the truth."

"Ron, pleas-" Hermione began but her mother was not on her feet and rounded on Hermione.

"How dare you use that wand on us."

"But mu-"

"Don't but Mum me, you used that wand on us, you changed our lives to suit you."

"No, that's not-"

"You took our choices away."

'No, you still made your own decisions, just with a slightly different memory."

"SLIGHTLY!" Mr Granger boomed, "Different names, different country, different family is not slightly. We should never have sent you to that school."

"Dad-" Hermione began but was again cut off.

"Why are you here? Why change us back."

"It's safe again." Hermione's voice weak and broken.

Mrs Granger was shaking her head and wiping her hands over her face while mumbling, "I remember everything, its like I'm two different people. I have two different lives."

Hermione stood between her mother and father, tears still running down her face but this time there was no smile. There was barely and expression at all… no anger, no sadness, frustration, nothing. She stood there looking just as blank as her parents had seconds before their real memories returned.

Mr and Mrs Granger, please let us explain, everything-" I tried since Hermione seemed as though she didn't know what to say.

"You won't be explaining anything, in fact I think you should leave-"

"No!" Hermione said quietly but forcefully.

The terrifying expression Mr Granger cast in his daughters direction had me instinctively moving closer to her and putting my arm around her.

"Dad, Ron is here to help."

"Help! Help us what? Be us again?"

"I can't believe you changed us." Mrs Grangers voice was filled with pain, yet it scared the shit out of me. "You did things to us without permission, I feel violated… maybe you should leave too Hermione."

"B-But…mum…d-dad"

"Hermione, I think you should leave, your mother and I need to figure this out."

"You wouldn't have to figure it out if you let her explain," I said loudly and rudely.

How the fuck could they just send her away.

"This is none of you damn business, I asked you to leave several minutes ago."

I was readying myself to defend Hermione again when she did the last thing I expected. She turned on her heal, hung her head and moved swiftly out the door.

What the fuck!

I cast her parents what I hoped to be a furious glance and chased Hermione out the door. Hermione didn't just silently walk away from anything, she yelled, out smarted, and then held her head up high when she walked away. And she only ever walked away when she had gotten in the last word. She didn't just give up.

I should know all this as I have been in countless arguments with her.

"Hermione, wait up." I called out

She stopped but didn't turn around or lift her head. When I caught up and grabber her hand she began walking again as if I wasn't even there.

"Hermione, just stop a second… maybe you should go back, I can wait outside if me being there upsets them."

"Me being there upsets them too." She said through sobs.

"They're probably just in shock, it's gotta be strange in that situation, they probably just need a few minutes to calm down."

"Ron, I know my parents…they h-hate me. I've never seen them look at anybody like they just looked at me. L-like I'm a freak, like they're ashamed of me."

"Your parents love you," who couldn't? I thought to myself, "I think we should go sit down somewhere and give them some time, then you can try again."

"I just want to go home, they don't want me here, I don't want to upset them even more."

For fuck sake, I hate seeing her this sad, I want to punch them in the face for doing this to her.

"Home? Home as in The Burrow?"

"I guess, I don't know where else I'd go."

When we got to the park, that fuck bag Holmes stood and made his way towards us, "Miss Granger, what is the matter? Do you need my assistance? Do your parents-"

"Would you shut the fuck up!" I seriously hated this guy, "If Hermione wanted your help then she would have asked for it."

"Miss Granger, would you like me-"

"Are you deaf?" she asked in a sickly polite tone.

"No."

"Stupid?"

"Miss Granger?"

"Sorry, I had to ask as you seem unable to ever understand a word that comes out of Ron's mouth."

"I, ah… Miss-"

"Stop calling me Miss Granger like I'm your bloody first year professor and listen to Ron… Shut the fuck up." Hermione finished in that sweet tone before continuing towards our apperation point.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Hermione just swore… at someone.

It didn't take us long to get home, Hermione was rushing and was clearly not in the mood for any distractions. I didn't actually know how to feel, probably because I was feeling so many things at once… bloody confusing really; I was pissed at Holmes yet stunned at Hermione's reaction to the asshole, I was fucking furious at her parents, but was unsure how to even mention them to her, I was kinda happy that she thought of The Burrow when she thought of home and somewhere amongst all that I was sad… I was sad because Hermione was… this shit is fucked up.

The portkey that the Australian Ministry had arranged for us had only taken an hour to organise and it took us directly to The Burrow. When we landed just outside the boundaries it took us both a minute to let our heads stop spinning and it then took another moment for me to realise why the sun was just coming up.

"This time zone thing you explained to me is confusing." I said and began to walk into the house, when she didn't respond at all I asked, "Are you getting tired? Do you want to lay down?"

She nodded and moved towards the staircase in silence, we reached Ginny's room first and found it empty, assuming that Ginny was in my room with Harry we moved in and I pulled the sheets back for Hermione.

She sat down, back straight as a pole and feet planted firmly on the floor, this made me realise she probably wasn't tired. But she looked exhausted so I began to search through the pile of washing on her trunk and pulled out her pyjamas.

"You'll probably be more comfy in these." I said holding out the little yellow and blue pieces of cloth.

"Thank you." she finally replied after several moments and took her clothes from my hands.

"I'll go out in the landing while you get changed, just let me know if you want me to come back in."

"Don't go out there."

"Umm, ok… I'll just turn around."

"Ron?"

"Yes?"

"Come here." She said quietly while reaching her arms out towards me.

I sat down beside her with all intentions of simply wrapping my arms around her; she however had other plans that seriously through me off. The second I was seated on the bed Hermione moved so that she was straddling me while her mouth began assaulting mine.

She was so fucking soft and smooth, her tiny little body was grinding down on me and her tongue was doing amazing things to my mouth. I was instantly rock hard and wanted nothing more than to remove the clothes that were between us. I had only just let that thought cross my mind when I felt Hermione's hands between us undoing my pants. I rolled her over so that I could kick my pants off and get to work on hers, but she had already gotten them down around her ankles by the time I was pulling mine of.

Holy shit she was quick.

She then reached up and roughly pulled my shirt over my head and crashed her lips back down to mine, I had never been so hard in my life and hoped that this new, daring side to Hermione wasn't going to go anywhere in the near future.

I slid my hands up her top and in one swift motion pulled it over her head. I began sucking on her fan-fucking-tastic tits as she began the necessary spells and I wondered where on earth she grabbed the wand from, as I had no idea where mine had ended up.

That's right, it's over on her trunk, I must have left it there when I….Fuck, Fuck… FUCK!

I, with impressive will power, pulled away from Hermione and rolled off of her, when she rolled with me so that she was on top I once again used a great deal of mental strength to physically hold her away from my throbbing dick.

"Hermione, what? I mean, we shouldn't… you were just crying… your parents… why are you… bloody hell, I don't know what I'm trying to say." I mumbled between trying to catch my breath.

"Do you not want too?" she asked all innocently. How the hell was that even possible when she was naked hovering over me?

"Hell yes, I want to." I said indicating down to my hard on. She blushed and that build in innocence she had punched me in the gut.

God I was a wanker. After everything that had just happened in Australia with her parents the last thing that she should want is sex, but then why did she basically jump me the first chance she got?

I must have had that stupid expression I get when I'm thinking to myself about something Hermione has said, because she had figured it out and beginning to explain.

"When you didn't want to think about Fred we had sex, I took your mind off all the bad stuff."

Was she saying what I think she is?

"So you want me to take your mind of your parents?"

Hermione nodded.

"We do this sort of thing an awful lot Hermione, it's probably not right."

"You don't think having sex with me is right?" she whispered and moved off of me.

Was she crazy?

"Off course it's right, you and me are perfect… I just mean… I don't want to take advantage of you."

For once I actually said what I meant and didn't fuck it up.

"You're not, I think of it as helping each other… in a way no one else can."

I guess she was right, hell, she is always right, we weren't taking advantage of each other, and we were making ourselves happy. I thought about it another second and realised I had no fucking idea to make the situation with her parents better or how to make her feel better about it… if sex was what she wanted then I sure as hell was going to give it to her. With that thought I grabbed her hand and pulled her down on top of me.