When they made it to the Great Hall, surprisingly they were more people awaiting the upcoming dinner. And Hermione was happy that this could be a time where everyone was together, and they wasn't division of sorts. Just enjoying great food with close friends. This is where it start when she became best friends with the boys beside her. Dinner time, six and a half years before.

She looked around and smiled. It was her seventh year, and although it was her last year, it would also prove to be an exciting yet terrifying year at that. The war was upon them, any day those filthy little Death Eaters are going to barge into Hogwarts and they would be prepared. They had to be. This was for Dumbeldore- Merlin rest his soul. This was for all the Muggles and Half bloods out there that were mistreated because they had no choice in what blood they had. Even Purebloods deserved to be fought for.

'Blimey, I'm so hungry,' Ron muttered, looking around to see if anyone had a snack. She knew him that well.

'Wait Ron, food will be upon us soon,' she smiled and turned to Harry, who was grinning like a simpleton.

'What are you smiling at?' she asked and Harry shook his head, and turned to the doors.

He was waiting for his girlfriend of two years. Miss Ginny Weasley. Shocking, yes. Well, no not really. She always thought they would get together, and despite the war that was coming. They were happy like the day they got together. And she was ecstatic for them, really. It just only saddened her that she couldn't find this anywhere. Love, and everything that came with it. It wasn't fair that she was only stuck with a fuck buddy- whom she wished she could love.

'Hey, stop daydreaming about my sister. It gives me the willies,' Ron scowled in his direction, and she couldn't help but crack a smile. Ron was so Ron sometimes. He was possessive of what was his. Merlin, half the time he was possessive of her too. When Dean got to close, or when Neville blushed like a little boy- but when does he never?

Then Ron would take it upon himself to fuck those boys out of her mind. And she was insanely glad, because she wasn't interested in them or anyone at the moment. Well... that's what she thought. She looked up and spotted Malfoy across the way. Smirking at something Zabini was saying.

As if sensing that someone was looking at him, he scurried the Hall with his eyes, till they rested on her. He didn't seem all that shocked that she was looking at him. He had the decency to smirk and turn away again. Why, that little cockroach from Hell.

She hit the table and Ron and Harry immediately glanced up from there discussion of Quidditch. Merlin, did no one talk about anything else? She smiled instead and stated that she was getting a headache, but that she would be fine.

Ron smiled and rubbed her back soothingly. It immediately calmed her down. Okay, so maybe Ron wasn't that bad, that she didn't feel anything for him. Because maybe she did. She nudged Ron and he looked at her. She gestured outside and a smile broke out.

Hermione got up first and made her way out. 'I'll be back, I'm just going to get a potion for this nasty headache.'

'Hermione, wait I need to get something from my room,' Ron mentioned, patting Harry on the back, 'we'll be right back.'

As soon as they were out of the Hall, Ron had her up against the wall, and was pushing her skirt up around her waist. Oh... and it felt so good. His hands were like Merlin's hand. Skillful and long. They gave her so much pleasure, she was surprised that she didn't pass out. Huh.

'Oh.. Ron,' she bit her lip to stop from screaming. She felt Ron's erection against her thigh, and for one moment she thought that Ron was going to pound her against this very wall. Shutting her eyes, she let Ron drag her to a broom closet, the same one that Malfoy was in this morning.

Stopping, she turned back and tugged Ron away. She couldn't be thinking of Malfoy while with Ron, that was despicable, and he didn't deserve it. Maybe Ron will help her forget what Malfoy did. Hopefully, indeed.

He managed to pull her into an empty classroom. As soon as they entered, Ron has her bent over, with his pants around his ankles, and ready to plow her all the way to the Diagon Alley and back. He thrust in, and she immediately screeched, having been unprepared for his hugeness. And he was huge- about 7 and a half inches.

Grabbing onto her hips, he pulled all the way out and pounded back in. Sending whatever that boys name to the back of her mind, where it belonged.