This chapter will be about the Weasleys and Hermione at Grimmauld Place. This one will be over the course of the weeks that Harry isn't there. Next chapter, he will be along.

But for now, enjoy more Romione awkward goodness.

This chapter has some dialogue from my for Harry Potter And The Other Side.

Okay so from here until Summer 1996, you will see some lines and phrases from the book Harry Potter and the Chamber Of Secrets. Those lines are owned by J.K. Rowling, and in no way am I trying to claim them. They are needed because this is a POV telling of the books, and I will have to use some of the things that Ron has been told and hears around him.

Chapter 116: 12 Grimmauld Place

"Ron? Ron dear? Wake up, its Mum." I heard in my dreams. Which were very awkward because in my dreams, I was two seconds away from snogging Hermione...again.

"Mum?" I groaned, turning my sleep heavy head towards her.

"Sweetheart, it's early, but we need to leave, now." said Mum, as she moved frantically around my room. "I've already packed your clothes while you were asleep, and I-"

"Wait...whaa?" I asked groggily as I swung my legs off of the bed and sat up.

"Oh dear I can't believe it's coming to this." muttered Mum to herself.

"Mum, what's going on?" I groaned as I stretched.

"We have to leave, the whole family." said Mum in a quick and worried voice. "We are going to stay at headquarters."

"Headquarters? What are you-"

"No time to explain, dear, just throw something on for the time being so we can go." she said, tossing my housecoat over to me.

"Go...wait...what about Hermione?" I said with a yarn. She was due to come here today.

"Well, I imagine you'll have to wait til school or Diagon alley, dear." said Mum, throwing my trainers into my trunk.

That statement got my full attention.

"No." I said. "She was supposed to come spend the summer, you said she could."

"Ron, things are getting-"

"You can't just tell her she can come for days and days and then take that away from her. "I said as I stood up from my bed. "Why can't she come anyways?"

"Because this isn't a trip about fun and games, Ron," said Mum, getting puffy. "we are going there for a very serious reason and the lot of you will be helping out. Hermione doesn't have to necessarily be there."

"But she is going to be there." I said, stubbornly.

"No, she's not."

"Yes, she is."

"No, she's not!"

"Yes, she is!"

"I AM NOT HAVING THIS DISCUSSION WITH YOU! GET DRESSED! exploded Mum as she glared at me as if she wanted to wring my neck.

"Well then, I'm not going anywhere." I said, standing firmly.

Mum turned and gave me a look that was a mix of surprise and anger. I didn't know what she was going to do. I really wasn't the type to openly defy my mother. That was left up to the twins.

However, I wanted my best friend with me. It was bad enough I had to wait on Harry.

Mum sighed defeatedly. "Fine, Ron, fine. But she can't come today. Dumbledore would have to speak to her parents, and the Order would have to be notified, so send her an owl. Tell her tomorrow. But for goodness sake, be quick!"

I nodded and quickly jotted down a note.

Mione,

This letter will be brief I don't have a lot of time.

You are not coming to my house. We are going to a safe house today, and you will be going there tomorrow. It's already been arranged so don't worry.

See you tomorrow

Love,

Ron

I went and rattled Pig up from his sleep. He peeked an eye open, and as soon as he saw me, he started darting around his cage.

"Merlin, you're mental. Come here." I said, opening the cage. Pig flew out, circled my room a couple times, then landed on my outstretched arm. I had started to teach him to perch on me when I called him. He was doing well, but was sometimes still too excited to do it immediately.

"Can you rush this to Hermione as fast as you can?" I said, sticking the letter in a little pouch that Mum had made him that was attached to his leg. "And get a reply."

Pig hooted wildly as I took him to my window. "Don't muck it up." I said, as I gave him a heave. He flew off into the dawn.

When we got over to 12 Grimmauld Place, I immediately wanted to leave. The sitting room that we walked into looked a god awful mess. There was dust everywhere. Paint was peeling off the walls. It smelled of mildew and the restricted section of the library at Hogwarts, which wasn't a pleasant smell. The windows looked like they had layers of dirt on them. You couldn't even see out. The furniture was older than old; the Sofa's upholstery was falling apart, wood chips was hanging off of the coffee table, and there was an old piano that looked like it was missing a few keys.

"Mum?" said Ginny, her nose scrunched. "What is this place?"

"This place is...headquarters." said Mum in a voice that showed her disdain for the room. Her hands were probably itching to clean something.

"I'd rather take up residency in the Forbidden Forest than stay here, Mum." said Fred, as he touched a dusty lamp.

"It just needs some sprucing up."

"Some?" said Fred, George, Ginny, and I at the same time.

Mum glared at us. "Enough of that now. Come, let's go eat some breakfast. Some of the other members should already be here."

We walked (cautiously) through the dreary sitting room, and into an even drearier hallway. It was dim, the wallpaper was gray and peeling, and looked as if it would hop off the walls and attack.

Mum led us through a chipping door, where I was met with a very cheerful face.

"Sirius!" I said, embracing the man. He looked much better and healthier than he did last we seen him. He was clean for one, his hair was long and neat, and wasn't dusty looking as it had been, his clothes were actual clothing, and not Azkaban prison wear. He had a youthful look about him. Like he was in his seventh year of Hogwarts.

I then turned and seen Professor Lupin as well, who still looked as he did third year, only filled with a bit more hope. He shook my hand and gave Ginny a hug. Ginny really liked Lupin. He too had helped her during her second year with her dreams about Tom Riddle.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Sirius.

"I should ask you that question, but I already know." said Sirius. "This is my home, well, my old home."

I couldn't help but make a face. Sirius was raised here?!

"The Black family home. Grimmauld Place." Sirius said, with a none too passionate sigh. "My dear dark arts obsessed mother raised my brother and I here. I ran away and stayed with the Potters when I was 16."

"But why are we here now?" asked Ginny, being somewhat standoffish of Sirius. She had never met him, and all she had heard of him was that he was a murderer.

"I've allowed Dumbledore to use this place for headquarters for the Order Of The Phoenix." said Sirius, proudly

"The Order of what?"

"Of the Phoenix, Mr. Weasley." said a voice at the end of the long table that was in the room. There sat Dumbledore, his smiling face and twinkling eyes looking at us through his glasses. He stood up and greeted us. "Due to the return of Voldemort (my whole family and I cringed), I felt it necessary to assemble the Order from the first Wizarding War. True, our numbers have been depleted since then, but we shall grow"

"Can I join?" I asked enthusiastically. Fred and George raised their hands as well.

"Absolutely not!" chimed in Mum. "Way too young!"

"But Mum, we're of age, George and I!" yelled Fred. Their birthday was April 1st, and they had turned 17.

"I don't care. You're still in school, and just because you just turned 17, doesn't mean you're ready to take on the world!" yelled Mum right back.

Mum, Fred, and George started to bicker back and forth. I tuned them out, and didn't bother trying. Being only 15, I wouldn't dare try to find a reason to battle Mum with her decision.

"Professor, Hermione was supposed to come to the Burrow today." I told Dumbledore. "Do you think-"

"As I knew this would come about, I've already mad plans to speak to Miss Granger and her parents in a few minutes actually, if you would like to accompany."

I was about to say yes, when Mum chimed in about how I needed to find myself a room to sleep in, and didn't have the time. I wanted to say something, but after earlier, I figured I shouldn't push my luck.

Sirius showed me up a creaky old staircase, where I saw the oddest shit. A large umbrella stand that looked as though it had been made from a severed troll's leg, and a row of shrunken heads mounted on plaques on the wall. A closer look showed me that the heads belonged to house-elves. All of them had the same rather snout-like nose.

Hermione was not gonna like this.

When Sirius showed me to my room, I instantly coughed. A dust cloud punched me in the face.

The room, just like the rest of the house, looked dark and old. Thankfully the furniture inside was covered with sheets, but the sheets had sheets of dust upon them.

"Figured you and Harry would share this room, when he gets here." said Sirius, as he helped me take the sheets off one of the beds.

"When is Harry getting here?" I asked.

Sirius's cheery demeanor changed. "Not sure. Dumbledore is keeping him out of the loop as much as possible. Feels it's best for him."

"Shit." I said. "So I guess that means Hermione and I can't tell him where we are or what we are doing? He's gonna be pissed when he finds out."

"My thoughts exactly." agreed Sirius. "They treat Harry as if he is a little boy. Hell, the shit you three have been doing since age 11? If it were left up to me, you would be in the Order right now."

We wiped the dust off the dressers and mirrors. Sirius talked to me about how he used to be in Hogwarts with Harry's father, Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. From the way he spoke, the four of them were thick as thieves, getting into all kinds of trouble, but also managing yo beth themselves out of it. They reminded me of a past Fred, George, Lee Jordan, and Angelina.

"James and I were the rogues of the group, I guess you could say." chuckled Sirius, as he seemed to be reflecting on a particular memory in his head. "I was probably more than him when it came to the ladies though. James only had eyes for Lily. He was a goner since our first year."

"So you were a ladies man?" I said. "I can see that."

"Hey now, nothing wrong with exploration." winked Sirius. "I was friendly. I'll say that."

"Friendly. Right."

Sirius laughed. Then he leaned against the dresser and looked off into space, the smile on his face shrinking, but not disappearing.

"There was one though." he said. "Marlene McKinnon. She was a right looker. Smart. Funny. She had the amazing ability to both get on my nerves and make me want to snog her all at the same time. She was first and foremost an excellent friend. But, she was also.. "

His facial expression changed to someone who was thinking of something painful. He cleared his throat.

"Yeah, well...come on son, let's see what your mother is fixing to eat." he said, patting me on the back.

I wished he word have continued talking, but it seemed like whatever he had to say hurt too much. So I didn't push.

The day went on with Ginny, Fred, George, and I only being able to go in the kitchen at mealtime. During the time that we weren't in the kitchen, we were insulted by some mental and rude ass house elf that I couldn't imagine Hermione feeling sorry for, and a portrait of Sirius's mother, who clearly didn't want our presence in the house.

Once again at dinner, I had to debate about the decision of Hermione coming. Thankfully, I had Ginny, the twins, Sirius, and a girl by the name of Tonks with wicked purple hair back me up.

The next day, I went with Sirius to clean out some of the other rooms. Suddenly, I heard a yell that I knew by heart.

We rushed out the door to catch Kreacher being his grumpy and hateful self to a very shaken up Hermione.

"Vile mudblood child has been brought in my noble mistress's home." grumbled the elf. "Now the home is fully contaminated. Kreacher is angry for his mistress. Her ungrateful son letting in half breeds and blood traitors and now mudbloods its-"

"KREACHER! ENOUGH OF YOUR BILE!" yelled Sirius, as I balled up my fists.

.

"Ron!" Hermione yelled as she ran and crashed into me. I didn't expect it, so I almost fell over, but I felt her shaking and wrapped my arms around her, drawing her closer to me.

"So sorry about that Hermione" said Sirius as I reluctantly separated from Hermione. "Not a very nice welcome was it? I was hoping that you wouldn't run into Kreacher. He, like a lot of my disgraceful family, doesn't see the world as I and other kind people do."

"Let's kill him Sirius. Or at least let me punch him in the face for calling Hermione that name" I said angrily.

Sirius laughed "Yes Ron, he made me mad as well, but I can't kill the foul beast. I won't go back to Azkaban over the likes of him. I'll leave you to get Hermione settled. See you two at dinner. Your mum spoils us Ron"

We waved bye to Sirius and I pulled her into my room, glad to see her, but trying to hide my excitement.

"Sorry you had to hear that, Mione." I said. "Not the way I wanted you to start your summer vacation with us"

"It's okay Ron. I'm glad I'm here with you." Hermione said, starting to look like she felt better. "What is here exactly?"

"Oh yeah. This is Sirius's mum's house. It's also headquarters to the Order Of The Phoenix. It's a secret society Dumbledore had formed the last time You-Know-Who was at large. I guess he decided to bring it back around. You almost didn't get to come yourself. I had to practically beg them to let you come. They didn't want to take a risk but I argued that it was bad enough Harry couldn't be with us because of You Know Who. It wasn't right to punish you as well".

"Thank you. I'm glad that I'm here now. Summer wouldn't have been the same without you. I...missed you" said Hermione as she looked down at the floor.

I was pretty sure my ears had turned as red as my hair. "Yeah. I missed you too." I said truthfully.

For the rest of the week, we had fallen into an extremely dull routine. Waking up, getting clean and dressed for the day, eating breakfast, being made to clean certain parts of the house that seemed as if they had never seen soap and water, lunch, cleaning, dinner, sometimes more cleaning, and then going to sleep exhausted.

I was sure Hermione probably wanted to be back home. Hell, a few times, she, Ginny, and I had made plots to break out and go to her house, with no avail.

Sometimes we had some okay moments. Fred and George had invented these ears that allowed us to eavesdrop, so sometimes we would try to catch a bit of the meetings, where we did get some valuable information every now and then. But one day, Mum caught us and made the twins throw them out. Thankfully, they had made a bunch of them.

Writing to Harry was risky, as we were not supposed to divulge anything that was happening. We could tell it was starting to get Harry upset, as he suspected there was something happening. One time, Hedwig delivered a letter and wouldn't stop pecking and scratching at us until we wrote back.

All in all, our time was starting to be right miserable. Until one night when I was awakened by furious knocking at 2 in the morning.

I ignored the knocking, thinking it was one of the twins trying to fuck with me. Then, the knocks grew louder.

I jumped out of bed and pull open the door ready to rip into whoever was disturbing my sleep, when I find that it's Hermione at my door.

I was about to say something snarky, when I noticed that she was shaking. I pulled her in and shut the door.

"What's wrong?" I asked, yawning.

"Its silly, "she explained, "but I had a nightmare, and every time I would try to go back to sleep, I would pick up where I left off. Can I sleep in here with you?"

My mind started feuding back and forth between good idea and bad idea.

'No you can't, it isn't appropriate! But look at her, she is obviously scared. Well send her to the kitchen with some tea and she will be fine. Tea Ron? Your best friend needs you and all you are going to offer her is tea? But what if Mum finds out? I don't need her yelling at me right now. Plus look at what she's wearing. Some short ass shorts! Just lock the door and make sure she leaves early in the morning. The girl you fancy wants to sleep in a bed with you DO THE RIGHT DAMN THING!'

"Okay Mione, you can stay." I finally said. "But you gotta get up early and go back to you and Ginny's room cuz if we are caught that's our asses"

She nodded and gets under my covers, curling up. I laid on top of the covers on my back determined not to move a muscle.

"Ron, you can come under if you want. This is after all your bed. And I don't bite...hard" she said with a chuckle.

'You may not bite but I sure would like to... Stop it Ron...'

"Are you sure?" I asked. She nodded. I gave in.

I slowly got under the covers. My bed was big, but not big enough to where I couldn't feel her. Her ass was touching my leg. It was seriously on my fucking leg!

I thought about everything that would kill the impending arousal. 'Harry in a bikini. Harry in a bikini swimming laps...ah there we go.'

I didn't like sleeping on my back, so I was extremely uncomfortable. However, I tried not to show it.

Hermione must have sensed that I was uncomfortable, because she proceeded to tell me that I could lay on my side if that would help.

She had no idea what she was doing to me.

I turned towards her, which was the worst, because now her ass was close to my penis. I laid stuff as a board, trying my best not to make any movement to where we would come into contact.

All of a sudden, Hermione scooted over so that she was basically fitting into me. It shocked me. Especially due to the fact that it didn't seem like an accident. I allowed instincts to take over and draped my right arm over her waist, pulling her closer into me.

I was even more shocked that she didn't seem to mind, because not only did she stay there and actually snuggle in more ('Merlin her ass is right damn there she is bound to feel it'), but she also put her arm on top of mine and intertwined our fingers.

My eyes shot open. I was spooning in bed with Hermione Granger. My best female friend's ass was pushing against my private parts.

I could have passed out over all the excitement I was holding in.

The smell of her hair was intoxicating. It smelled of coconuts, warm vanilla, and honey. She much have switched something she used, but whatever she did, I loved it.

"Ron, do you think that things will get as bad as it used to?" asked Hermione.

"Dunno" I said to her, as I took my other arm and pushed it under her head, so her head was laying on my upper arm.

I started absentmindedly playing with one of the curls of her hair. "I was only a baby during when the first war ended. I had heard that it was bad, but nothing is going to happen to you. Not if I have anything to do with it"

I couldn't see her face, but I could tell that she was smiling "See that's why you're my favorite. You always make me feel safe"

I smiled and before I could stop myself, I gave the back of her neck a small kiss. I felt her tense up for a second, and then she relaxed, snuggling into my body even more.

The randy teenager inside of me was screaming for me to take her and do all the things I had dreamed about doing to her. The respectable teenager, however, instructed me to just comfort her and to reassure her that everything was going to be okay.

Sometimes I hated that guy.

I pulled her in as close as I could get her without things going into places and whispered in her ear sweet dreams. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to Hermione playing with my chest for some reason. I looked down, as her head had moved to my chest sometime during the night.

"Good morning you" I said, looking down at her chocolate eyes.

"Good morning yourself." she said with a smile. "I hated to have had to wake you, but you seemed to have had me trapped."

I quickly realized that our legs were tangled up under the covers. "OH! Shit Hermione I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." I croaked.

"I'm not complaining at all, Ron." said Hermione, laughing. "I just gotta get back to Ginny's room before she wakes up."

I groaned as I let her go, untangling my legs from over and under her. She got up and climbed over me and heads to the door.

"If ever you have another bad dream you're more than welcome to come sleep in here again" the words falling from my mouth.

"I shall keep that in mind. You make a very comfortable teddy." she said as she crept out the door, shutting it.

I looked down at myself standing at attention through my shorts and then looked back at the ceiling.

I had to get this shit under control.