Chapter Seven

Hermione was rolling around on the floor of the forest; she hadn't been able to find the black wolf with the white ear, but she didn't want to leave. She was having fun; she had found a patch of moss near the creek. It was soft and fluffy and it tickled her back; she knew she was getting her coat dirty.

Standing up and shaking loose some bits of moss, she tromped over to the creek to get some water. As she stepped up to the water's edge she saw a pinkish glint behind her. Turning around she noticed that the sun was starting to set. Hermione kicked a stone away and decided that she should go back home.

Hermione leapt on top of the rock she had apparated to earlier. She was getting better with her transformation; she could now remember returning back to her human form. While she still couldn't remember most of what actually happened; as long as she wasn't a wolf for more than an hour she could remember everything she did.

As she was pulling on her knickers, she heard a twig snap behind. Spinning around, with one foot in and one foot out (hanging out all over the place), Hermione saw the black wolf standing there with his head chocked to the side and tail down. Gasping, she gathered up her clothes and disapparated back to her apartment with a *POP*.

Falling on to her couch, half-naked Hermione sighed. Well, she'd found her wolf, only she wasn't her wolf. She wondered if he could recognize her scent. Hermione shook her head, it didn't matter; she'd go back later this week and see if she could find him.

Hermione woke up the next morning with a headache; she'd been so tired when she got home last night that she went to bed as soon as she changed. Sitting up in her bed yawning, Hermione realized that she wasn't getting so tired after shifting anymore.

That morning went by fairly quickly; it was Sunday, and that meant cleaning day. Hermione cleaned her bathroom and her kitchen and washed all her linens before noticing the time. It was already after noon and she was getting hungry. So Hermione showered and got dressed, after she fed Crookshanks she left her apartment and disapparated with a *POP* to Grimmauld Place.

Walking up the steps to Harry and Ginny's place, she heard there neighbors entertaining friends and throwing out the trash. Hermione sighed, it was a peaceful day today.

Knocking lightly on the door, Hermione stood there waiting for Ginny, but instead of Ginny opening the door it was Ron. Hermione flushed, "Oh, Hi Ron." Hermione stammered, "I didn't realize you were getting back this weekend."

Ron rocked on his heels and smiled awkwardly, "Yeah, uhmm, we get out a week early out there." Ron looked back at a noise from the kitchen, "Uhh, would you like to come in? Mum's here, she's making a big dinner tonight. Actually Ginny was going to send you an owl later."

Hermione nodded, at her feet, "Yeah sure." She said flushing a bit. It was still awkward being around Ron, but at least he stopped staring at her with puppy dog eyes. There was still the awkward tension between them, but none more than there seventh year abroad.

As Ron led Hermione into the kitchen she saw Mrs. Weasley busying herself at a pot on the stove. She seemed to be muttering to herself but it was too quiet for Hermione to make out, "Hey Mrs. Weasley," Hermione called as she stepped past Ron, "Do you need any help?"

Turning around, Mrs. Weasley shrieked and engulfed Hermione in a motherly hug, "Oh, no. Not at all dear," she said, "You just run along, and I'll call you when dinner's ready."

Hermione left Mrs. Weasley smiling as she cut up some onions; turning to follow a quiet Ron up the stairs Hermione looked at him. He'd lost some weight and he looked tired, Hermione frowned, "Ron?" she asked stopping him, "How`s University going, is everything all right?"

Ron looked at her warily and then, as though someone flicked a switch, he collapsed (Not falling down collapsing, but like his façade melted away). "No, Hermione," Ron moaned, "I'm not…Lavender dumped me." And with that, Ron started to shake.

Hermione's heart filled with sympathy, "Oh, Ron. That's awful." She said moving to hug him, "What happened?"

Ron started to cry; Hermione was shocked, she'd never seen him cry before (well, except when Fred died, but everyone was crying then). Hermione sat him down on the step they were standing on, "Ron," she soothed, "It's okay."

"Okay…" He croaked, "It's horrible Hermione. I loved her, and she just left me. It was like she didn't even care." Breaking off into another sobbing fit, Ron leaned into Hermione's shoulder.

Hermione sighed; she'd never really liked Lavender, but Ron had. Apparently he'd even loved her; so what she did was just uncalled for. Poor Ron, she thought, as she sat there with him.

As Ron sat there nestled in Hermione's shoulder, he couldn't help but feel a stir under his knickers. Merlin, she smells good. Ron groaned as he closed his eyes. Hermione, of course, had no idea why he'd groaned, so she'd assumed it was because of Her and started running a hand through his hair. Ron frowned, that wasn't helping his stirring. Shifting slightly, Ron looked up at Hermione; she was staring down at him with a look of pain in her eyes. Ron couldn't understand why, but knowing Hermione, she probably felt sorry for him. Ron stifled another groan, that didn't help either; at a loss, Ron just decided to close his eyes.

He seemed to have fallen asleep, because next thing he knew, Hermione was shaking him awake and telling him that if he didn't stand up she was going to have to levitate him to bed. After some mild protests, he'd managed to convince her he could walk. So, with Hermione's help, he lumbered up the stairs to the guest room he was using.

Hermione lead him over to his bed and tucked him in, Okay, he thought, silently cursing, That's it, I'm screwed. He could feel his stirring beneath his blankets, and it was beginning to get uncomfortable. So, throwing caution to the wind (as the saying goes), when Hermione turned to leave, Ron grabbed her hand and pulled her back. "Don't leave me." He whined pulling her on top of him.

Hermione felt a warm hand close on hers as she turned to leave; looking back at Ron, she saw a sad look in his eyes, and when he asked her not to leave, she thought her heart might break for him. But when she felt herself being pulled on top of him she squeaked in protest.

Laying on top of him, Hermione could feel something poking at her lower stomach. Rolling over, off him, she felt her face get warm. Turning to face him, Hermione started to say something but was cut off by a pair of warm soft lips pressing against hers. She could feel his hands snaking up into her hair and startled, Hermione pulled back and ended up dragging him with her. Now stuck on the bottom, Hermione looked up at Ron's eyes. They had a looked she'd never seen before; they were wild but not in a creepy way.

Ron seemed to take her pulling back as a good sign, because as she was flipping over he'd managed to unhook her bra. Squirming back on top, she straddled him. "Ron," she started, biting her lip, "I don't think this is a good idea." She wasn't sure if he'd heard her because he'd started crawling his fingers up her stomach and removing the rest of her tops.

Struggling with Ron's arms, Hermione managed to get her hands away from his long enough to cover herself. Yet, all modesty was lost when Ron started to tickle her. Giggling, Hermione had to take her hands away in order to swat his hands away. While struggling away from his hands, Hermione ended up knocking both her and Ron on to the floor; thumping down, Ron fell on top on her. Hermione's face turned bright red as she felt his lump pressing against her again; it felt like it'd grown.

Rolling him over, so she was back on top; she couldn't help burst out laughing when she noticed his shirt missing. Falling back on top of him she giggled, "You're good." She said, leaning down and poking at his nose. She felt his lips meet hers again at her closeness; reaching around her back, Ron pulled her closer and rolled her over.

Sitting alone in her apartment a few hours before she went to Ginny's, Hermione was feeling down. She couldn't explain it; she felt like she betrayed the black wolf last night, she felt guilty. She didn't know why though, thinking back to the night before she burped.

Hermione was drunk; she'd created a drinking game. Every time she cleaned something, she'd take a shot of firewhiskey. So in reality, the morning had only gone by so quickly because she couldn't remember it.

Shaking her head, she pushed herself back on top. Giving Hermione an odd look, Ron pulled her back towards him. She shrugged; he was letting her have the top for now.

Hermione giggled as Ron managed to whip her out of her skirt and pulled off her knickers. Hermione eased Ron out of his pants; holding him for a few moments, she worked out some of the stiffness with her hands as he gave up and flipped her onto her back.

Grabbing a pillow from the bed, Ron put it behind Hermione's head and set her gently on the floor. Hermione's hands twisted in his hair as he slide himself inside her. Gasping, Hermione tightened her legs around his hips and pushed him deeper. Ron let out a moan as he pulled himself back out only to plunge even deeper on the second thrust.

Hermione felt her back scrape against the floor as he feel into a slow and steady rhythm; she felt like she was being tortured. She arched up to him and flipped him over; now back on top she sped up the pace and earned a low groan from Ron. Smiling, Hermione started pounding against him, driving him deeper and deeper with each thrust until finally she felt herself beginning to shudder; letting out a moan, she slumped over him and let him roll her back over.

As Ron pushed himself back in, Hermione felt him go even stiffer and with a loud moan she arched up to him as she came again in time with him. She leaned forwards and knocked him onto his back, and just laid there for a while listening to the steady beat of his heart.

She sat up onto of him, still straddling him between her legs; she was just about to pull him out when she felt him stir again. Grinning, Ron started rocking her back and forth and Hermione shuddered. Speeding up a bit, Ron knelt her back on the floor and lifted her legs over his shoulders. Hermione could feel his soft hands go to her chest as she began to clench around him.

Hermione just had just started to shudder against Ron, when she heard the door bang open. Hermione screamed and bowled over onto Ron as she saw Harry standing in the door way with his jaw hanging open. Ron laid there dumbstruck as Hermione squirmed over him; when she finally found a shirt she threw it on. It turned out to be Ron's, but that was fine because the next thing she knew she was running out of the room passed Harry and around Ginny who was peeking around his arm.

Racing up the stairs to her room, Hermione started to shake (and not the way she was before). She had no idea what she was doing, one minute she was trying to comfort Ron, the next she was fucking him on the floor. She was having a horrible day, all she wanted to do was go to sleep and never wake up. She was screwing everything up.

Sitting on her bed, Hermione began to cry; she didn't even notice when Ginny crept into the room and put a blanket over her shoulders. She cried and cried, slept a bit and then cried some more; until one time she woke up and she didn't feel so drunk anymore. Sighing, Hermione stood up just as Harry Came storming into the room. Hermione froze, his eyes ha a stormy look to them and his face was getting redder by the minute.