Ok so this chapter is longer than normal which is why it took longer to get out it's also sort of a two part thing cause I wanted a lot more stuff in this chapter but it was already long so I didn't want to make it any longer so the next chapter will sort of be a continuation for this. But anyways read on.

Chapter Fourteen

Ron had never loved his brother more. At least he was pretty sure he never had.

Though when he came to Percy there were very few instances where he really, really loved his brother. But this was definitely one of them.

He wasn't really sure that Percy would've been able to do it but well, he came through.

Percy had gotten him a portkey in practically minutes, though it could've been done a little bit faster had he not been forced to wait for Percy and the girl of no consequence to stare at each other for several seconds.

But in the end, he had gotten here and that was all that mattered. He had made it.

Wherever he was.

And all that mattered was that soon enough he would be next to Hermione. Begging for her forgiveness. But he'd be with her.

He knew the first place to try would be the town that he had gotten from the woman in the Ministry but according to what Percy had told him that wasn't a local wizarding town. Not that Hermione's parents would be staying in a wizarding town but she would, most likely. At least that was what he hoped.

His portkey had landed him in the middle of nowhere, at least as far as he was concerned that was what was going on.

"Oi! Over here!" He looked over to see a short, balding man with a thick accent waving over at him. "Ronald Weasley I presume."

Ron nodded and the man gripped his outstretched hand roughly. "Pleasure, heard about all that was going on down in Britain, mighty scary stuff going on."

Ron nodded again. "You could say that. Guess I was used to most of it." Ron said though his mind nagged him reminding him how used to it he was that he left when they needed him the most.

The man nodded. "Name's John Johnson. Me parents thought it'd be funny. Not so funny when trying to get a job now is it?" The man laughed at his own joke.

Ron smiled weakly and looked at the sand beneath his feet. It sure was…dirty…in Australia. "Now good ol' Perce told me about your problem here, now I'd say if you'd want to find your girl the best place to look would be in the Wizarding Pub down in Aragon Turn. It's the closest Wizarding Pub for clicks and if she's not there chances are that someone's heard about her since she was looking for her parents."

"That'd be perfect." Ron said with a smile for the first time in days. He was actually getting close to finding her. She was so close he could feel it.

"There's something I've been thinking about." Harry said as he tapped his finger on the kitchen table in the Burrow.

"Yes?" Ginny asked casually flipping through the Daily Prophet.

He smiled silently to himself at how natural this seemed. Almost as if it was something they would do every day for the rest of their lives.

"I want to go see my aunt."

She looked up from her paper with a questioning look.

"I found this in my parent's house." He said and pulled out a frame with a muggle picture of his mother and his aunt. "I figure if she loved her enough to put pictures up that she loved her a lot."

Ginny nodded and reached across the table taking his hand. "If you want to go, I'll go with you. I won't stop you."

Hermione sighed and fingered the glass that sat in front of her.

It had been a trying few days for her. After telling Rory everything she could about her parents they were still not any closer to finding them.

In her haste to protect them she had made sure to tell them nothing specific that she could tell anyone else by force, accident or otherwise.

"I'm sure we'll find them don't be such a worry wort." Rory said placing his hand on her wrist.

She nodded and pulled her hand away from him. He had been making her uneasy for the past few days. It had been okay in the beginning as she learned that much like her he had enjoyed school (or as he called it was a dag) when he was a child and even got OWLs in most of his subjects making him the perfect candidate to work at Australia's ministry.

He had even made helped her to forget about Ron while she was looking for her parents. But in the end she couldn't forget about him, about their fight and about the way he made her feel. And she realized she didn't want too.

The truth was she wanted to send him and owl and ask him to come get her and help but she knew that he was too mad that he wouldn't want to talk to her again for a while at least.

She understood what he had been trying to tell her. He felt selfish by feeling happy when his family was in shambles and as long as she was around he would still feel the same way. So she had to let him come to her in her own time. The most she could hope for was to find her parents as quickly as possible and get out of Australia and back home before Ron came back…if he did.

But Rory was making that impossible. He had seemed nice and helpful in the beginning asking her about her parents, what they were like, and anything that they liked to do that would be helpful in this situation. But by the second night it was as if he had no intention of letting her leave. He would take her to places that it was obvious her parents would not be at and simply wasting her valuable time.

Then he would try to bring her dinner to her room, which each night she would deny but every morning he'd be at her door bright and early refusing to let her wander off alone for the rest of the day. Then he would become way too close for comfort and insist on not leaving her alone.

Like now for instance.

"You know I think I'm going to turn in for the night." She said leaving her glass untouched.

"No come on, you haven't even taken a sip."

She shook her head. "No thank you." She planned on apparating back to her room and immediately owling Kingsely about getting a new handler when her old one grabbed her arm. He pulled her back and pressed her up against his chest.

"I'm tired of this cat and mouse game. No more playing." He told her and pressed his lips to her and she pushed him off.

"Get off me!" She cried. "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Come on talking about that Rupert—"

"Ronald!"

"Who you got into a fight with it was obvious by your little pathetic show that you were just trying to get me jealous." He pressed her up against the bar not letting her reach for her wand.

Lucky for him cause she had several different spells that teachers would frown upon her use of.

"No I did not. Now get off!" She shouted. Suddenly he was thrown back against the wall and a tall, muscular, red-head was standing in front of her.

"Oi what's your problem?" Rory called. "We were just having a little fun."

"With my girl." He growled and Hermione was shocked when tears sprung to her eyes. He had come after her. Better yet he had found her.

She could care less about the slimy git who had tried to take advantage of her. Ron was there. For her.

"Didn't seem that way to me." Rory taunted.

Ron stuck out his wand and muttered a spell that she couldn't hear and he was blasted backwards into the wall. "Be glad that's all I'm doing! You don't even want to know some of the spells I've learned in the past year!"

Ron turned around to see her tears. "Are you okay?" He asked concerned but she never responded because she pulled his lips to hers by grabbing the back of his neck and he was awkwardly wedged down due to his height but it didn't stop him from passionately responding.

"Hello to you too." He told her with a bright smile.

"You looked for me." She said with tears continuing to fall.

He nodded. "You love me again?" He asked vulnerably.

"Who said I ever stopped?" She whispered before kissing him again.

Harry stood staring at the door he had feared for years. He had always hated it here. Why was it that he was here again?

"We've been standing here for a while. Are you sure you want to do this today?" Ginny asked him and squeezed his hand.

"No." He said and squeezed her hand back. "I want too. I need to do this today."

"Why do you need to do this today?" She asked him.

He turned to her and sighed. "Because it's already July and you're going to school soon and when you go back I'm going to be working and things are going to be different."

"Harry," She said reassuringly.

"No. You know it's true. Nothings ever going to be the same because as soon as you go back to school I have to admit that it all happened. That my whole life has happened. That this isn't all just some horrible dream that I'm going to wake up from and it'll be before I've even gone to Hogwarts." He said and looked down.

"Harry." She said again and put her hand on his cheek. "This is real. This isn't just some dream—if it was it'd be a pretty horrible one—and you're not going to wake up. This is your life."

"I know." Harry said. "I wish things were different sometimes."

"Sometimes?" She asked with a laugh.

"Not all the time because then I might not be with you." He said and kissed her nose.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "You're disgusting."

"You love it." He said with a smile and pulled her to him with his hands around her waist.

"I love you." She said.

"I love you too." He was about to kiss her when the door opened and he jumped away from her.

"Harry."

"Hi, aunt Petunia." He said with a guilty smile. She had her apron on and was frazzled by his opinion.

"What are you doing here?" She looked at Ginny and stared at her for a moment longer than necessary before turning back to him. She didn't seem to be upset about his appearance which he took as a good sign. "Please come in." She said and ushered them into the house.

Harry sighed as he noticed that everything was the way it had always been for most of his life. He pulled Ginny in by her hand and he smiled.

"Would you like some tea?" She asked bringing them into the kitchen.

"Uh, Ginny?" Harry asked turning to her.

"I'm fine." She told him smiling.

"No thanks Aunt Petunia." He sat down at the kitchen table and Ginny sat in the chair next to him.

"Oh. " She said and stood next to the counter awkwardly.

"So uh…I have something or you." He told her.

"Oh." She said nonchalantly.

He stood up and handed her the frame from inside his jacket.

"Where did you get this?" She asked staring at the photo of her and his mother smiling.

He scratched the back of his head. "From my parent's house."

"You mean…" She stared at him. "Oh, it's still there?"

He nodded. "They left it there as a sort of tribute. Most of the house is still intact. Except for…well yeah. I thought you might want it. I figured if she put it up it might mean something. And it wasn't doing anyone any good there."

She nodded and turned around while still holding the photo in her hands. He backed away as he noticed her tears falling onto the frame.

He stood behind Ginny and then put his hands on her shoulders. "That's all I guess we should go then."

"No!" She cried and turned around despite the fact that she was crying. "You should stay. For dinner. Both of you. Dudley's coming home from University tonight and we could have dinner together."

"Uh…" Harry said and looked at Ginny.

"Whatever you want." She whispered to him.

"Then I guess we can stay. We just have to tell Mrs. Weasley." Harry said.

"I'll go." Ginny said.

"But you can't." He said.

"Sh." She whispered and stood kissing him on the cheek. "I'll be back in a minute."

Petunia looked at them before the loud crack of Ginny's apparition. They stood there just staring at each other for a moment.

As soon as Hermione and Ron apparated into her room she pulled him to her kissing him deeply.

"I missed you so much." She whispered taking off his jacket.

"Oh Merlin, I missed you too." He said and got the idea and began undressing as she did the same.

She placed her hand on his cheek and pulled their naked bodies against the wall.

"The bed." He said breathlessly as she kissed his neck.

"No time." She shook her head. "Need you. Now." She said and reached down to feel him ready for her as she had hoped and he threw himself into her, basking in her glow.

There was no time for tenderness as he lifted her around his waist to thrust into her. He didn't have time to waste. He needed to know that she was there that he wasn't dreaming of her and she was really there with him.

He placed his arms against the wall holding them up as she closed her eyes their bodies pounding into the wall.

Hermione groaned as she felt herself getting closer to relief. He wanted her there with him though.

She whimpered as he tried to bury himself deeper into her.

"Ron." She cried. "Oh." She pressed her forehead into his shoulder and he knew she was close he just had to hold on for a few more seconds. He distracted himself and kissed and nibbled at her collarbone and she went over the edge and he sighed and let himself go until they finally crumpled on the floor.

"So this is the famous cupboard?" Ginny asked as they stood in front of the door to the cupboard, being a part of the tour that his Aunt Petunia had asked him to give her once she had returned.

"Yep, the cupboard of my nightmares." He joked as he put his hand on the door. Truthfully, the cupboard had been his safe haven when he was in there he could always pretend he was somewhere else. Pretend that his parents were still alive, that things were different.

"Well…" Ginny said and opened the door and pulling him inside. He bent down not being able to stand fully in the cupboard anymore. "How about we erase some of those bad memories with good ones?"

"Gin…" He said in a warning voice though he was genuinely intrigued. "My aunt is right out there."

"I know." She giggled and closed the door and pressed her lips to him. She pulled him down to the ground, trying to stop him from hurting his neck, and he held himself over her body, his legs squashed in behind him.

He pressed his lips to her neck quickly remembering her weak spot and she jumped before gripping his hair tightly. He moved his lips down to her exposed chest nipping and sucking what he could.

"Harry," She whispered.

He hovered his mouth above hers. "You don't know how much I missed you when I was gone."

"I know." She whispered pecking his lips. "I missed you too, all the time. There were days when I couldn't even leave my room; I was so worried about you. Just thinking about you."

"I'm so sorry." He whispered and pressed his lips to her jaw. "I will never leave you again. Never."

"I know." She whispered kissing him completely. His hand gripped her thigh tightly and they rolled over, both on their sides looking at each other. She stroked his hair line brushing it behind his ears. "You need to cut your hair."

He laughed and turned his head to kiss her arm. "Already telling me what to do?"

"Be quiet." She said pressing her forehead to his. "So you slept here for 10 years? Its quiet dusty."

"Well no one's been living in it for about 8 years." He said with a laugh.

Suddenly, there was a slamming door and heavy footsteps walked past the door. There was a brief, hushed and tense conversation and then his Uncle Vernon was saying "Very well, where is he?"

"I believe they're talking about you." Ginny said. "Let's get out of here."

"Joy." He mumbled and stood opening the door. "Hello Uncle Vernon."

Ron reached over and kissed her shoulder, which was going up and down slowly with her breathes, as she slept.

He stood up and put on his trousers and a new shirt from his bag and put it on before apparating to an owl post he remembered seeing earlier.

He jotted down several notes: one to Percy (thanking him), one to his mom, George and Harry (saying they would gone for a while and would write later), and one to Kingsley (explaining that he should take a look into his handlers). He sent off the owls and apparated back to the room where Hermione was still sleeping.

He sat outside of the bedroom playing with a muggle contraption that played pictures until Hermione came out wearing his shirt from the night before.

She stood shyly at the frame of the door. He loved how she could still be shy after what they had done before.

He motioned her over and she scrambled over and sat down next to him.

"Ron we need to talk about the row we had." She said looking down at her hands.

Ron groaned.

"Ron." She said.

"Fine. Sorry." Ron said and nervously picked at his fingers. They had barely been together for two months and they had already had a horrible row.

"What happened that day?" She asked.

"I talked with George well more like he spoke at me. And let's just say that it wasn't exactly good." Ron said. "I was feeling guilty."

"Why?" She asked.

"Because when I'm with you, I feel so…immensely happy and then I feel guilty because everything else is all wrecked up and it's just bad." Ron said.

"Ron," She took his hand. "You can't just hold these things up inside. You need to tell me. If we're going to be together then you have to. And in a couple of months I'll be back at school and you won't. So if you want us to work, we need to work on our communication. You do want us to work don't you?"

"Of course!" Ron cried. As if he wouldn't want to be with her. "I'll always want to be with you!" His ears and face began to turn red as he realized the seriousness of what he had just said.

She kissed him lightly and smiled at him. "Me too."

Ok so yayyy they're back together! And in the next chapter there'll be the dinner and Hermione and Ron looking for her parents. So that was a good place to end it. As always thanks for reviewing last chapter and if you review this chapter I'll send you a preview by Wednesday and the next chapter should be up in a week and I hope you all have a Happy Holidays!