For any Ron and Hermione shippers out there, here is a bit of more on them.
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FOURTH YEAR – The return of evil
Grim News
The evening after returning from Hogsmeade the trio waited until everyone left the common room to talk about what they had heard and seen. Harry was in a sullen mood and Ron stayed surprisingly quiet.
"So, that's it, Estella and Malfoy are working on finding out more on the Black Hand. It makes sense right? Starting their recruitment in Slytherin. That's the house that has produced the most dark witches and wizards" said Hermione, feeling ashamed for having doubted Ron.
"I suppose" said Harry grumpily.
"What I don't understand is how they can find out all this information without raising suspicion. And why would Draco Malfoy betray his father that way?"
"Dunno" answered Harry.
"Well the good thing is that they are telling your parents, so Ron you were right, Estella is on the good side here. Mr. and Mrs. Snape would never let anyone hurt students"
"Are you sure? What do you know about them, huh? Tell me what? Damn them! I'm their son, their only son and they won't tell me a thing. But, they can discuss my safety with a roomful of people while I don't even know who they are! Malfoy got trained by my own parents and my dad was a bloody death eater!"
"Harry, please think this trough. Your dad did say he betrayed the death eaters and the Dark Lord. And he married your mum who is muggle-born. Harry they are good. But, there has to be a reason why they didn't tell you anything. Maybe if we find out what the reason is they will open up to you" Hermione said in a smoothing tone.
"What, what could possibly be the reason? Didn't they say that Estella and I need to be protected? Protected from what? Why in the hell can't they talk to me?"
"Maybe you are safer if you don't know what's going on, maybe it's something we can't handle yet" said Hermione.
At this Harry came closer to her in a rage and screamed "Stop talking like you know what is going on! You don't know what they hell my parents are thinking! You started all of this by wanting to break in their office and now that I'm the one needing to know things you don't care anymore. You hypocritcal..."
"What in the hell are you doing!" screamed Ron as he placed himself between Harry and Hermione. "How dare you take this all out on her? She's trying to help you! She's always helping you!" he yelled as he pushed Harry away from them. "I don't care why your parents didn't tell you. The Black Hand is going to attack muggles and muggle-borns. What if she is on that list? What about the Grangers?"
Hermione stood behind Ron in daze. She had never seen him yell at anyone but her and it had never been like this. This was a real fight with meaning behind it not simply stupid name-calling and angst.
"You're right… I'm sorry… I'll see you both tomorrow" Harry murmured as he stood and headed up to the boys' dormitories.
After Harry departed Ron turned around and looked at Hermione. She seemed confused and sad.
"I'm sorry I yelled I was just…"
"Do you really think I could be on that list? And… my parents" she said, her worry evident. Ron was extremely confused himself, but she looked so anxious that he couldn't help it. It was like his body acted of its own accord as he stepped close and hugged her. She gently set her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, but her arms sat limply on her sides.
"I dunno Hermione, I have no idea what in the bloody hell is going on. But, we have the amulets, so as long as I'm ok you are ok" he said letting out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. Hermione wrapped her arms around him tight and they stayed hugging for what seemed like forever but it was only a few minutes. Once they separated they looked at each others' eyes, his ears were almost glowing red, her hands were sweating uncontrollably and it felt like a heat wave had filled the room. Suddenly they heard someone coming through the portrait hole. Hermione flopped into a chair while Ron moved to stand further away. Soon they saw one of the twins walk into the common room holding a small bag.
"Ickle Ronniekens! What are you still doing up?"
"What in the bloody hell are you still doing out Fred?"
"I'm George"
"Right, well, WHAT were you still doing out George?" asked Hermione in a tone that clearly screamed frustration.
"Aren't you two just like a ray of sunshine? I was out on a mischief excursion and since you two are no fun, I'm off to bed, I'm knackered" with that George went up the stairs. An uncomfortable silence followed.
"Well, I suppose I should go to bed too" said Hermione.
"Yeah, it's been a long day." They both headed to their respective stairwells.
"Good night Ron"
"Good night Hermione"
Hermione climbed the stairs, changed into her pajamas and laid in bed. Her heart was beating at a rate she had never felt in the fifteen years of her life. Her mum had given her 'the talk' this summer right before the boys arrived. Hermione had laughed thinking that this information would not be needed anytime soon. But, now a simple hug from a boy she had not been able to stand for two years had left her hot all over and feeling a throb between her legs. She closed the curtains to her four-post and found her hand making its way inside her knickers. Her innocent fingers rubbed her center slowly until she whispered "Ron" and bit her lip as a wave of indescribable pleasure hit her for the first time. In the boys' dormitories a certain red head whispered her name as he came in his bed.
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Time seemed to fly after that night. Between classes and trying to spy on Harry's parents, Malfoy, Ely and Estella, the trio had their work cut out for them. Harry had apologized to Hermione and as much as he wanted to know about what his parents were hiding about him, he became more concerned with finding out about the families being targeted and if he could help in any way. The Daily Prophet of October 10, 1994 brought them some answers. Hermione picked her daily paper eager to read, but soon her face went pale. The boys were sitting right across from her and looked at her expectantly. She simply shoved the paper in their direction pointing at the front cover.
Over Twenty Muggles and One Witch Dead
Yesterday, twenty three muggles and a witch were reported dead at the New Piccadilly Café in London. Ministry sources indicate that the victims of the attack showed no sign of injury or trauma which led them to believe that the killing curse was used. The list of victims includes muggles with no ties to the Wizarding world as well as Prudence Turner and her entire family. Miss Turner was a high ranking member of the Wizengamot and daughter of the muggle owners of the New Piccadilly Café. She was co-signer of the Muggle Protection Act and was crucial in the implementation of the Equal Rights for the Muggle-born legislation. (For more on Prudence Turner and details on her memorial service turn to page 10A)
The last time a similar incident was reported was during the Wizarding War against the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. Ministry officials state that this is an isolated incident although further investigation is currently under way. The Wizengamot is
The rest of the article went unread by the trio as their faces filled with despair. Suddenly a note fell on Hermione's lap and they saw Melinda Cooper quickly moving away from them. They quickly read the note.
Meet us at the Greenhouses after dinner tonight. Want to discuss the unfortunate news. Burn this parchment once you finish reading it.
~Estella and Ely Swanson