Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just this poorly written story line.

A/N: I am so very sorry this took so long. I've been going through a lot lately, but I won't bore you with details. Here's chapter 11:

Chapter 11

As soon as Ron had left the courtroom earlier that day, he had known that he had made a mistake. He immediately regretted his outburst, but knew that there was no way he'd be able to hide it from Theo. He was nearly shaking as he walked into the small library in the Zabini home. He closed the door behind him and faced his leader.

His former classmate looked angry for only a moment. He shook his head and walked over to Ron and stuck out his hand to shake Ron's. Surprised, Ron slowly reached out to Theo as well.

"Weasley, why couldn't you just keep quiet? You knew we needed Malfoy out and now, thanks to you of course, we have to wait a few more months to accomplish what we could have done a few days from now."

"I don't understand why we can't just kill him now. He's not being protected anymore!"

"Weasley... This is about revenge, not an easy kill. If I wanted it done easily, I wouldn't need your help and I would've killed him months ago." Theo walked over to the desk behind him.

Ron let Theo's words sink in. "So you want them to fear you... you want a show..."

"Exactly! The Dark Lord shouldn't have been defeated. It was all the mudblood and Potter's fault."

"I helped them out too," his words barely audible.

"But you wouldn't now, would you?"

"If I had known Harry Potter would have been responsible for my brother's death, I would've killed him years ago."

"Together, we can all get what we want. But only together, Weasley. Don't be afraid of the anger you feel. Let it lead you. Let it consume you. It will take you to places you've never before imagined."

"Yes," he hesitated, "my lord."

Theo smirked. He knew angering the redhead was the easiest way to get him to listen. He had spent his entire time at Hogwarts learning his fellow classmates' weaknesses and using them to his advantage. He stood in the background most of his time there, making sure not to bring himself any attention. He learned to manipulate his classmates in order to get whatever he wanted. He was always a quiet and lonely boy, harboring his feelings of resentment towards those around him. He bid his time until he found the people he needed at their most vulnerable times.

Ron turned to leave, his anger still boiling in his veins. "I need you to break her."

"What do you mean?" he asked quietly, not daring to turn back.

"Brake Granger," he said simply.

"Yes, my lord."

Ron and Blaise were having drinks in the sitting room. If a stranger had walked in at that moment and had seen the two former enemies laughing and joking around together, he would have thought that the two had been friends for years. In a very short period of time, they had put aside their differences and had bonded.

"Did you guys seriously pose as Crabbe and Goyle second year?" asked Blaise in disbelief.

"Yea. It took so long for Hermione to finish that stupid potion, and it was all for nothing!"

"Sounds like you three had a lot of fun back then."

"We got in a lot of trouble, though. All because of Harry."

"You should've been a Slytherin."

"What?"

"The way you are now... I don't know... you're a Slytherin deep down in your heart."

Ron drank from the bottle of Firewhiskey in his hand. His silence sent the wrong message to him new friend.

"You do still want to go through with all of this, right?"

"He's- he's caused so much pain to our world and to my family. He's the reason my brother is dead. I have to go through with it."

Blaise smirked at Ron; he was proud of the red-headed Griffindor. The two of them talked for a bit more than an hour before Ron decided it was time to go. He bid his friend farewell and flooed home.

Hermione was lying in bed sleeping when the sound of the bedroom door closing woke her up. She kept her eyes closed so Ron wouldn't know she was awake. She felt his weight on the bed next to her but he made no attempt to wake her up. She was relieved, though. Apart from a few nights the previous year while they were searching for Horcruxes, she had never shared a bed with him.

Her friends didn't understand why she would make a commitment to Ron so quickly after the war. She didn't completely understand why she did either. She just knew that she loved him. Some part of her believed that she was in love with him.

She heard light snoring coming from the man laying next to her and she fell into a deep sleep soon afterwards.

A/N:
Next chapter is already done, just have to do some editing to make it just right.
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