Hermione's POV

CHAPTER FIVE

Each day and night

That I kept it a secret it killed me

It's time to share what I feel inside.

"Hermione," Ron called as he pulled me to face him, "We need to get to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom!"

I furrowed by brow, "What?"

"Think about it," he said, his azure eyes illuminated, "the Chamber of Secrets!"

A continuous stream of people continuing to move around them as the panic began to fill the atmosphere of our beloved school.

"What about—" I froze, and looked up at him. "Ron,"

"Yeah?" he said, his voice ragged, shaky, almost excited.

"That's brilliant!" I said before wrapping my arms around his neck and releasing him quickly. People in the Room of Requirement continued to glance as we shared a moment in the middle of war.

All their faces were painted the same way: Now was not the time.

Ron's ears glowed crimson, then grinned at me goofily. He then held out his hand, and my hand intertwined with his.

"This is it." He said.

I nodded and gulped.

"Let's go."

We ran as fast as we could to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Our hands kept together throughout the journey through the war-erupted castle.

Spells were being cast from one corner to the other corner of the castle, my heart sank a bit. Hogwarts had been my home for far too long. And just to see it used as a battle field just didn't agree with me.

We ran up the stairs and finally into the second floor girl lavatory. It was by that time that Ron released his hand from my grip.

"Myrtle!" I hissed, "Myrtle!"

"Good, she's gone. She must've evacuated with the others." Ron said.

I nodded, we circled the sinks looking for the specific one and then it finally hit me, "Ron, you need to be a parseltongue to open the Chamber of Secrets!"

Ron sighed, looked up at me, and nodded, "I know."

He closed his eyes, breathed in, and hissed.

Hissed something I couldn't understand. And suddenly, the chamber opened.

I let out a small gasp, "How—?"

His lips formed into a small smirk. "That's what he said to open the locket."

I just stood there, in awe.

He nodded at me and went in first. I took a long deep breath, took one step down. I suddenly felt like I was going to hyperventilate.

My breathing started to get very rapid, my heart felt like it was pounding off my chest. And as we continued to walk on, I had slipped in a puddle of water, which caused me to panic and grasp Ron's shoulder.

Ron turned towards me, concern filled his face. "What's wrong?"

"This is the Chamber of Secrets," I said, almost hysterical, "the actual Chamber of Secrets!"

"Yeah," Ron said, putting his big hands on my shoulders. "This is it."

"I'm scared Ron."

Ron's eyebrow cocked up. "Why? We've been here before."

"I haven't." I said to him, my breathing still shaky.

It took a while for Ron to understand where I was going with this. "Merlin, you were—"

"Petrified," I nodded. "Yeah."

He pursed his lips and started caressing my face with his thumb. "Don't worry about it." He whispered. "Nothing here is going to hurt you."

I could feel warmth penetrate my body, causing me to flush.

"You ready?" he asked me.

I nodded. "Let's go,"

We entered the Chamber, and I took a sharp intake of breath. It was everything that Ron and Harry described it to be. The entire dungeon was filled with giant snakes and an enormous statue of a bearded man, who I recognized as Salazar Slytherin. (Who I read about in Hogwarts: A History)

I continued looked at the hallowed halls as Ron stepped forward as bare skeleton of a basilisk lay in front of us. I line of residue still lined around it.

When Ron reached the skeleton, he immediately pulled one out, careful not to touch the tip.

"Alright," He said, pulling out Helga Hufflepuff's Cup from his pocket. He then turned to me and handed the fang to me. "Your turn."

My eyes grew wide. "Ron," I started, "I can't."

"Yes you can," he said.

I cautiously took the basilisk fang into my hands and held it for a moment, the surface felt smooth, and sort of blunt due to the lack of use for the past six years, but I knew, that I if moved my hand any further down, I would most probably be killed.

Ron set the cup down on the floor.

I looked down at the small cup lying on the floor. A beautiful, timeless, Hogwarts artifact was going to be destroyed. By my hands!

"It's the only way Hermione," Ron said.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, kneeled down on the floor, opened my eyes and stabbed the cup with the basilisk fang.

It was at that moment, the cup began to glow a faint gold, fighting for its survival but I continued to push the basilisk fang into.

I gritted my teeth and tightened my grip on the basilisk fang.

"C'mon Hermione!" Ron's voice encouraged, "Just a little more…"

And, after several minutes of struggling, the cup was nothing but a memory.

My heart continued to pound. I looked up at Ron who had a smirk printed on his face.

Our eyes met for a moment and I started to laugh.

"That felt…" I started.

"Brilliant." We said together.

I smiled up at him for a moment, and his ears turned a deep scarlet. And he turned back at the basilisk skeleton.

He continued to pull out several fangs, paused for a moment, turned back at me, still kneeling on the ground.

"I could use some help." He said.

I rolled my eyes as rushed up to him, taking some basilisk fangs into my arms.

"This should be enough don't you think?" he said after handing me the fifth basilisk fang.

I nodded. "We better get back to Harry."

We ran out of the Chamber of Secrets and entered into the main castle. The war continued on and I could no longer look at what has happening around me. Too much blood was shed, too many lives taken.

We ran into Harry standing in the middle of all the mess, and he started interrogating us.

It took several minutes for the events to kick into Harry's mind then, we all ran together to the Room of Requirement where the diadem was hidden.

But the moment we entered the Room of Requirement, three stood inside.

Tonks, Ginny, and Mrs. Longbottom, Neville's grandmother.

It took no time at all for them to leave the Room of Requirement leaving us all alone.

"Hang on a moment!" Ron suddenly said. "We've forgotten someone!"

I furrowed my brow, "Who?"

"The house-elves, they'll all be down in the kitchen, won't they?"

I gulped; I didn't like where this was going.

"You mean we ought to get them fighting?" asked Harry.

"No," Ron said immediately, "I mean we should tell them to get out. We don't want any more Dobbies do we? We can't order them to die for us—"

It was at that moment, that I could no longer take it. I honestly don't know what happened that moment, it's quite unexplainable, a rush of… of…

I don't quite know what it was…

Love?

Affection?

Desperation of the situation?

Care for the house elves?

Whatever it was, if I didn't kiss him any sooner, I knew I was going to regret it.

I dropped the basilisk fangs on the floor and rushed to Ron's side, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down into a long, passionate kiss.

At first, I was scared, he wasn't responding, but then suddenly, I heard a rattle of objects falling on the floor, then I felt his arms snake around my waist, and a smile growing into his face.

Our lips moved together, passionately, lovingly, desperately. I closed my eyes and deepened the kiss.

My body started to heat up, every corner of hit filled with this feeling that I had never felt when snogging Viktor.

My legs began to weaken at his kiss, my throat burning with pleasure, my heart beating unexplainably rapid, and my body felt alive, for the first time in over a year. I felt was if, Ron and I could actually make it through this. That we all couldmake it through this.

It was electric really, like how they described it in those old muggle movies.

It was amazing.

It felt as if the whole world was right.

It was indescribably magical.

"Is this the moment?" I heard Harry faintly, but I ignored him, as Ron continued to kiss me with such enthusiasm.

Nothing happened; we just stayed in each other's arms. Not even bothering for air. All of the repressed feelings for the last 7 years were finally released and I wasn't going to end it, just yet.

"OI! There's a war going on here!" Harry shouted.

Ron's lips left mine, leaving me breathless and flushed. We looked at Harry my arms still wrapped around Ron's neck.

"I know, mate," he said, "so it's now or never, isn't it."

I felt heat radiate my skin as he said it.

"Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry exclaimed, "D'you think you could just—just hold it in until we've got the diadem?"

I bit my lip. He had a point.

"Yeah—right—sorry—" said Ron as he released me from his grasp. His years turned a dark shade of crimson, and he looked at me a moment with his ridiculously goofy grin of his. I shyly smiled back, then we both went down to the floor and picked up the fangs that fell on the floor.

And as I was grabbing the fangs, a smile was etched on my face.

Finally!

A/N: Hello everyone! One more chapter and the story is done! \:D/ I'm so happy! And I'm actually considering putting it up in less than 24 hours from now, but it all depends on the feedback I get for this chapter. If you guys really want to know what I have in store next please leave a review. :) And I can get the chapter ready in no time.

So, I think the lyrics practically tell what's happening in this chapter. Hermione finally confesses to Ron what she feels for him, and Ron doesn't contradict her feelings. :) I had a hard time writing the part of the kiss because I don't know how it feels. :)) So, anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading. :D

~rascal