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Chatper 11

"We're getting close!" Hemera growled, beating her wings faster and faster.

"I can see them!" Charlie shouted. He pointed down into a small field. Sure enough, Hermione saw the two of them there.

Hemera growled, and swooped downwards. Hermione felt her heart racing, she hoped they weren't too late.

Hemera crashed to the ground, and Hermione quickly lept off Hemera, running towards Harry.

Harry looked up, tears flooding his eyes. "Hermione! What the hell?!"

She growled, and quickly kneeled next to Ron. He was unconscious, and blood was seeping from his arm.

"What happened to him!" Charlie shouted, alerting Harry to his prescence.

"Charlie? Hermione, seriously, what the hell is going on?" He asked again.

"Later. What happened to him?" She asked, her voice harsh.

More tears leaked from Harry's eyes. "He got splinched."

Hermione immediately conjured a glass of water, and washed away the blood from the wound. She cursed when she realized she didn't have any dittany.

"Hermione, do what you read in your book," she spoke into her mind.

Hermione nodded, exhaling deeply. She gently placed her hands over Ron's arm. "Quel coia a' lle." There was a bright white light, and she watched in amazement as his wounds began to heal.

"Hermione, what the bloody hell did you just do?!" Harry shouted as Ron began to stir.

"Good life to you." She said. "It's a phrase in Elvish, a healing spell." She shrugged, standing up, brushing the dirt off her knees.

Charlie ran over to her and scooped her up in a hug. "Hermione, you're getting so much better at it! Good job!" He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Harry stared on, confusion written all over his face. "What's going on?" He asked warily.

"Let's get inside the tent, there's a lot of to talk about." She suggested.

"Obviously," he huffed.

Hemera growled at this, causing Harry to yelp. "Why the bloody hell do you have a dragon?"

Hermione smiled, "This is Hemera, she's my dragon and I am her rider." Charlie walked over, and gently picked Ron up. "Come on," she headed towards the tent. "Hemera," she turned towards her dragon, "You can go feeding, but please be safe!" She shouted as Hemera quickly took off into the air.

Once inside the tent, Charlie laid Ron down on a cot. He then moved towards the kitchen where Hermione and Harry were sitting. He quickly took a seat next to Hermione, grasping her hand.

"You know Ron's going to flip when he sees you two, right?" He said, raising his eyebrows.

Hermione shrugged. "He's too hot headed. Besides, it not like I wanted to fall in love with his brother, it just happened."

Harry's eyes widened. "Charlie, you knew where Hermione was this whole time! That's why you got so angry when we were bad mouthing her at Bill's."

Charlie gripped her hand tightly, then nodded. "Yeah. Hermione had been with me and Hemera the past few weeks."

"But what was so important you had to leave me Hermione? Leave us?" He asked, his voice cracking.

"Hemera needed me Harry. You have a duty to the people of this world, to defeat Voldemort. You inherited that." She took a deep breath, "But I too have inherited something. As a rider, it's my job to make sure that things remained balanced in this world. It's my job to keep evil from taking over. I need to do what's best, because it's my choice."

"What do you mean by a rider?" He asked.

"Centuries ago, my people prospered, and we had formed an alliance with the great dragons. Once bonds were formed, they could never be broken, unless through death." She smiled sadly. "My death did not seperate us though. Yes, Harry, this is my second life. Hemera was my dragon back then, and I, Princess Astraea, ruled the kingdom alongside my father, Vreal. Together, the elves and dragons prospered. But as always, perfection doesn't last forever. We were betrayed by one of our own. I watched as he killed my father, and as I tried to escape, he pierced my heart with an arrow."

Hermione felt a tug in her heart as she spoke about the betrayer of her people. But she ignored it, assuming it was the sorrow she felt for her people.

Harry's face was laced with confusion. "So, does that make you an elf?"

Hermione shrugged. "I'm not sure. I was fully an elf in my past life, but this life I was born as a human. However, now that I'm remembering more of my past, more Elvish tendencies are coming out."

Harry sighed, "I just can't believe this. Like, couldn't you have written a letter or something?! I was so angry, and worried sick about you!"

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Charlie spoke for her. "She was upset, crying every other day. She was afraid you hated her, so she just couldn't bring herself to tell you what was going on."

Harry's eyes softened. "Oh Hermione," he reached across the table, pulling her into a hug. "I could never hate you! You're like my sister, and I'll always love you." He placed a kiss on her cheek, causing her to blush.

"But you know Ron will be upset." She whispered.

Harry shrugged. "He'll blow up, then get over it. That's just what Ron does. Don't worry about it. As long as you're happy, I'm happy." He smiled sincerely.

"I suppose that's all that matters," she said.

"Well, if you don't mind, Hermione and I are exhausted, and we'd like to sleep in a bed tonight. So... we'll be off to bed." Charlie said, helping Hermione up. She turned red from embarassment.

Harry just chuckled. "Go to bed, I'll watch Ron and explain things when he wakes up."

"Thanks," she said smiling.

She followed Charlie towards one of the side bedrooms, blushing when she realized they would be sleeping together.

"Stop blushing," he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "we've slept next to each other before."

"I know, but we're around another people this time," she breathed. Sending him a quick smile, she pulled him in for a kiss.

Her lips fit perfectly against his, their tongues dancing against each other. Charlie moaned, sending chills down her spine. She tangeled her hands in his red hair, pulling him closer.

Charlie broke the kiss, but didn't move away. "I could never get enough of you," he whispered, his lips still brushing against hers.

She smiled, "I love you Charlie. And I don't know where I'd be without you."

"Probably lost in the woods something," he said laughing.

She frowned then punched his arm. "Come on, let's go to bed. I'm exhausted and riding on Hemera makes me so sore."

Charlie smiled, and crawled onto the cot, Hermione scooted into his embrace. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. "Gods, you're beautiful," he whispered.

"Thank you," she whispered back.

Safe in Charlie's arms, she quickly fell back asleep.

Hermione awoke to feeling herself being dragged out onto the floor. She quickly stood, and grabbed her assaliant by the neck, slamming them to the ground. "Ron?" She asked in shock. She loosened her grip on his neck, but didn't release him.

"Let go," he growled, his eyes full of fury.

"I can't believe you," she hissed in anger.

"Me? I can't believe you! Sleeping with my brother after breaking my heart? Or were you fucking him this whole time!" He shouted, gasping as Hermione tightened her grip.

"Ron, what the hell is wrong with you!" Charlie shouted in horror.

Harry rushed over, "Sorry, he reacted worse than I thought.I tried to hold him back," he said with a frown.

"Ron, if you lay a hand on Hermione once more, I'll kill you," Charlie growled.

Harry nodded, "I agree. Ron, get over it."

Hermione looked into his eyes, and saw nothing but hurt and anger. "Ron, if you say a single bad thing about me or Charlie ever again, it'll be the last thing you do." She hissed, releasing him from her grip.

Ron scramled to his feet, rubbing his neck. Hermione saw that her fingerprints would likely leave a mark. "You're lucky Hemera didn't just witness that." She hissed.

"Who?" He asked.

Hary smacked his forehead. "Bloody hell, did you not listen to anything I had just told you."

Ron shrugged, smiling goofily, "Not really."

Charlie grinned, "go take a look outside."

Ron stupidly went outside, yelping when Hemera sent a puff of smoke his way. "Bloody hell! What the hell is that doing here?!"

Harry chuckled, "That's Hemera, and you best not get on her bad side."

Hemera growled, then hummed. Hermione turned pink, and Charlie chuckled.

"What did she say?" Harry asked, curiousity filling him. He knew that Hemera could communicate between the two.

"Ummmm, I'm not sure." Hermione stammered, her face still pink.

Charlie chuckled. "She told Ron to stay away from her rider and her rider's mate, or else you'll regret it."

Hermione sent Hemera a look. "He's not my mate," she muttered, clearly embrassed.

Hemera chuckled, causing the ground to rumble. Charlie flashed Ron a smile.

Oh, things were going to be tense.