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Ronald Weasley was happily dreaming about Hermione and himself in Gryffindor Dormitories doing something more productive with their time together...
Then Ron's Fantasy-Hermione lead him out into the Forbidden Forest, pulling him in more and more into the darkness. After a midnight wander, Ron dreaded to think where they were in the Forest, but even in his dream his instincts were telling him danger.
Suddenly eight giant legs wrapped around Fantasy-Hermione and Ron tried to pull the talons off but another eight black, hairy talons wrapped around him and he jumped in being awake.
Sunlight was streaming into his eyes, as Ron clung to Hermione's sleeping body. Hermione had her head on Ron's chest, breathing steadily. Every couple of minutes or so, Hermione would snuggle with Ron, trying to get ever closer to him, even though she really couldn't get much closer.
Ron looked around the room for the time, trying not to wake her Ron lifted Hermione's wrist and looked at her watch. Forty five minutes past nine, we better get up, Ron thought.
"Hey, sweetheart," he kissed her forehead and her eyes drifted open, "We need to get up it's almost ten o'clock in the morning." Hermione reached up and kissed his cheek and they both got up and got changed.
Hermione didn't know what black dress she should wear, she opted for the knee length one, with matching a ribbon to go around her waist. She magically curled her hair, putting it half up and half of her hair down.
Ron on the other hand was just looking for something to wear, he looked in his trunk and in his old bed side cabinet to see if he had any old dress robes in there. And... No, nothing. Instead he wore the suit he wore for Bill and Fleur's wedding. He jogged down back into the common room where Hermione was waiting.
"Can you help, with this bloody tie—" He didn't have to ask, Hermione had already finished it.
"You know you could have used magic, or do I have to teach you that?"
"You can teach me..." Ron said with a smirk. Hermione reached up on her tip toes, so they could kiss. When did Ron get so tall? Ron made it easier for her, he picked her up and their lips met. Both of them felt that strange electricity again, like they were meant to be with each other and the next thing knew, a girl with fiery red hair was ordering them to stop.
"Hey! You two lovebirds should be downstairs in the Great Hall, helping Harry honour people, and for the funeral." Ginny grabbed both of them, dragged them out the portrait hole, down the marble staircase and into the Great Hall.
There was a dull air to the room, people were minding their own business, speaking in hushed tones. Ron, Hermione and Ginny walked up the middle line, eyes looking at them everywhere, in awe of them. Once they reached Harry, they asked him, "What are you going to say?"
"I got it covered, I think..." Harry replied.
"Good luck." Ginny and Hermione said in unison.
Suddenly everyone was seated.
Harry was very nervous to start off. "Um, hello, okay, I'm new to this, and I know I'm not the best at giving speeches. Right, I'd like to say thank you to all of you, because without you guys, we would have lost the battle. I'd also like to say thank you to all of those who've have lost their lives for us over the years. I have to say that a hole has been left in my best mate's family. Fred Weasley was the life of the parties with George and the pun of every joke." Harry drifted off talking about everyone in groups or each in turn, "Now, everyone, please take a moment of silence." Everyone did.
"Thank you, again and now you may leave." Everyone left.
Harry stepped down from the raised platform, and he half-smiled. "Hermione, could you do the chairs and we'll do the rest." She clicked her fingers and the chairs disappeared from sight. "Thanks."
Ron pulled Hermione out into the Entrance Hall. A tear escaped and ran down Hermione's cheek, Ron wiped it away with his thumb.
"Remember, what I said yesterday." Ron murmured, "You're safe." Ron held Hermione's face in his hands and kissed her passionately and then he pulled Hermione against him and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Hermione?" It was a guy's voice who spoke and it sounded familiar. It was like a puzzle piece clicked in Ron's head. The voice had a Bulgarian accent...
Hermione knew too, they both turned around and there stood Hermione's past love interest, Viktor Krum.
Wow Viktor Krum. Shock. While Hermione and Ron were kissing! I like cliff hangers, as you now well know. Thank you for reading this. If you'd like more, please review... :)