This chapter will have dialogue and moments from my fic Harry Potter And The Other Side. I kinda dislike adding some parts in here that are from my other fics, but I can't help it that they fit. You guys seem to enjoy them, so I'll stop complaining lol.

Chapter 162: Pillow Talk

A few days later, true to Hermione's word, her parents made the drive to the Burrow. Mum had agreed to let Hermione stay through the rest of the summer, which thrilled both Ginny and I, as I was eager to see her, and Ginny was two seconds away from ripping her own hair out.

It never ceased to amaze me how every time I went a while without seeing Hermione, I find something changed with her the next time she's in front of my face. When she got out of the car, she was once again wearing a tank top and shorts, only the tank hugged her body much much tighter than it had when she had arrived two summers ago. She had her hair in a ponytail this time, with some of the curls around her face escaping and framing it. Once again her legs looked as if they were begging me to bite them. It took everything in me not to lick my lips in delight.

She ran over and gave me a hug, pressing her wonderful breasts once again into my chest. I felt like a pervy git thinking about what they would feel like against my skin.

"I'm so happy to be here." she whispered. "You have no idea how bored I was at home, not being able to talk to anyone but my parents on occasion."

I let go of her and looked her up and down quickly, hoping that she did not catch me checking her out, although judging by the smirk she gave me, she probably did.

"You didn't talk to anyone else?" I asked.

"Well I only talk to you and Ginny on the phone, don't I? You know I don't really have any Muggle friends on my neighborhood."

"Why have them anyways, when you got me? Oh...and Ginny and Harry of course." I joked.

"I can have more friends that just you three, Ron."

"Actually I should be your only friend. I actually allow Harry and Ginny to be close to you." I said.

Hermione laughed. Seeing her laugh made my heart skip a beat. "Oh so I'm only supposed to be exclusive to you?"

"Maybe." I said, nervously.

Hermione smiled, tucking a curl behind her ear.

I helped her take her bags into the house and up to Ginny's room. I was shocked when Ginny actually allowed me to stay in her while her and Hermione were having a girl talk.

"And she is positively horrible, I hate having her here. I call her Phlegm." said Ginny, in a tone of disgust.

"Mum told you to stop that shit, Gin."

"Oh Ginny, certainly she can't be all that bad." said Hermione, trying not to laugh.

"Oh ho ho...wait until she and Bill gets back from wherever they are." said Ginny, crossing her arms. "You'll see what I'm talking about."

"She really isn't that bad, Mione." I said.

"Oh shut up, Ron! You're only saying that because every time you're around her, you act like a fucking idiot. You fucking fancy her!"

"I do not fancy her!"

"Yes you do! You act like all those other stupid blokes that fall under her dumb veela spell!" shrieked Ginny.

"And you wonder why she treats you like a fucking kid!" I said, getting up and walking out the room. I slammed her door as hard as I could and went up to my room. I kicked off my shoes and slumped onto my bed, furious.

Who did she think she was, saying how I got under the influence of Fleur's powers? She had no right, especially in front of Hermione. I didn't want her thinking that I actually fancied my brother's fiance. I mean sure, there was a little bit of fancy in the past, but that wasn't real. It couldn't be helped. Now Hermione was going to think that I didn't like her at all.

Through dinner, I didn't talk to anyone, especially Ginny. I listened as Lupin, who had joined us for dinner, had talked about how Harry was going to be here soon, after he did some business with Dumbledore first.

Fleur went on her usual ranting of things, and as dinner went on, Hermione was less and less impressed. I tried my best not to make a fool of myself in front of her over Fleur, but as I got up like a fool and tried to serve her as if she were a queen, I don't think it worked. Throughout dinner, I heard Ginny mumble several times "Did you see that?!" "I told you!" "See? Absolutely mental over the shrew!" to Hermione, not helping my case in the slightest.

After dinner, I took a walk. I had to get out of there.

I embarrassed myself horribly back there. I couldn't understand it. The twins didn't seem to be under any spell when they were around her. Neither was Dad. And in 4th year, Harry didn't seem phased by her much at all. Why was it only me? Was I weak? Did I have something in me that couldn't help to fawn all over her? Did I actually fancy her?

I couldn't. Though I felt a lot of things when she was around, what Bill described didn't even come close.

I walked out onto the deck of our small lake and sat down. The sun was beginning to set, splashing an array of colors into the sky. Purples, pinks, and reds streaked the already blue sky, reminding me of a painting that Dean had once done of Hogwarts in his art book. The tweeting of birds was being replaced by the chirping of crickets, and they awakened to the dusk. I sat and watched dragonflies dance around the water, returning to their homes. The whole scene seemed so peaceful, and I was starting to wonder what it would feel like to experience everything that was happening around me with Hermione.

I stayed out there for about another hour. Night had fallen, and lightning bugs were flying around, their tiny lights making soft trails in the black of the night. The stars in the sky shone brightly, and the moon was full, reflecting beautifully on the lake's surface.

From the distance, I could hear Mum calling me in. Though we had very good wards put up around our house, she still didn't trust the night, especially with You Know Who publicly on the loose.

I went back inside, still not wanting to talk to anyone, not even Bill. Hell, not even Hermione. I went upstairs and went to bed.

He was excited when he seen the Hogwarts Express for the first time. A part of him was sad that his grandmother didn't bring him, but his friend's mother, who was also magical, brought both of them to Platform 9 3/4 to go to school.

The two boys found a compartment that had two other boys that looked about their age. Soon they were laughing and talking about where they were from, what they liked to do, and how much fun they were going to have at school.

I woke up to a soft knock on my door. I looked at my watch and seen that it was 2Am.

I opened my door to see Hermione in her Gryffindor sleeper shorts and a tank top ready to knock on my door again. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes filled with unshed tears.

"The dream?"

She nodded.

"Wanna sleep in here with me?"

She smiled and nodded.

"Alright. Come on in"

Hermione had been having nightmares about the Department Of Mysteries over the remaining days at Hogwarts. A couple nights she had asked if I would sleep in to common room with her, so I did. The small cackle of the fire acted like a lullaby, and along work me, or seemed to help her to sleep better.

Hermione walked into my room and headed over to the camp bed that Harry would sleep in when he was here. All of a sudden she doubled over in pain and would have collapsed onto the floor had I not caught her.

I picked her up, carried her over to my bed, and sat her down. She told me that her lower stomach was hurting her really bad. She had taken potions, but they weren't helping.

"Maybe if you rub my stomach it would feel better?" she asked as she laid flat on her back in my bed.

My mind began to go at war with my emotions. 'Hermione Granger is laying in my fucking bed and she is giving me permission to touch her! I can't do that! What is she thinking? Why is she doi- oh shit she's lifting up her shirt. Hermione Granger is laying in my bed with her shirt halfway up to her bra! This is a bloody set up I know it! She can't possibly-'

"Hermione what is that?" I asked as my eyes scan her stomach. She had something shiny sticking out of her belly button.

She looked down and laughed. "Oh that? That's a belly ring. You know how I have my ears pierced? Well you can pierce other things too, like your belly. It may be kind of a muggle thing really. I haven't heard any witches talk about it. "

I had never seen anything like that before. It was a little heart with her birthstone in it. It was actually very very sexy. It actually made me hard, which was the last thing Hermione needed to notice.

"I wouldn't take you for someone to do that." I said.

"I may like books but I'm not a total prude Ronald." huffed Hermione.

"No no, I didn't mean it like that. It's just kind of a shock. Not a bad one though"

"Oh. Well I'm full of surprises" she said in a low voice that sent shivers throughout my body .

"I like surprises." I said, before I could stop myself.

"Maybe one day I'll show you another surprise and see if you can deal with it." said Hermione.

Oh shit. I could have taken that so many ways. I took a deep breath and try to channel my thoughts in the right direction, because the randy teenager in me was screaming at me to pounce on her.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm sure. Go ahead, it's cramping"

I took my hand and placed it on her stomach. She instantly tensest up.

"Sorry are my hands cold or something?"

"No...not at all" she whispered as if she enjoyed it. "Keep going".

I started to massage her stomach and she began to moan. At first I thought I was hurting her, but then I seen that she was biting her lower lip. She usually did that when she was in deep thought, nervous, or getting excited. She didn't seem like she was thinking of anything, nor was she nervous, so I must have been doing something right.

She started giving me directions on where to rub. It took everything in me not to climb on top of her and kiss her. Randy teenager was practically begging and pleading on his hands and knees for this to turn into something else. Even respectable teenager was starting to sweat.

I didn't know what the hell possessed me to do it, but the next thing I knew, I was giving her stomach a small kiss. She moaned and grinned so I gave it a few more kisses.

'This getting extremely dangerous.' I thought. 'Oh shit, she is running her fingers through my motherfucking hair!'

I lost control and let out a small moan myself. I couldn't take it anymore. She was driving me mental.

"Are...are you feeling better?" I whispered.

No answer.

"Mione..."

"Hmm?"

"Are you feeling better? "

"You have no idea." she breathed. "Thank you Ron. That felt really good."

"Good"

"Ron? Is it okay if I stay here? I'm too...relaxed to move"

"Okay sure. I'll just lay in the other bed"

Hermione looked at me confused. "I'm not trying to kick you out your own bed Ron. And it's not like I never slept in the same bed as you before"

Shit she didn't have to tell me twice!

She got under my blanket. I joined her under and instinctively wrapped my right arm around her stomach, gently pulling her close. Once again I am spooning Hermione in bed. Every thought that I am trying to have to turn me off isn't working.

"Can I tell you something? Promise not to laugh?"

"No promises, but go ahead." I said.

"I'm scared." whispered Hermione. "I'm scared, and I don't know what to do about it. Should I tell my parents what's going on? Is it safe to go back to school?"

"I'm scared too, don't feel bad. You'll be fine. However, I don't think you should tell your folks, they may pull you out of school and not let you come back to the wizarding world. You don't want that do you?"

"No."

"And besides, Hogwarts is the safest place in the world, you know that. You Know Who fears Dumbledore. You said so yourself, remember?"

"Speaking of which, what do you think Harry is doing with Dumbledore?" asked Hermione, as she ran a soft finger over my arm.

"Chasing down Death Eaters." I joked. "Taking them out one by one."

Hermione chuckled. "If only it were that easy. Dumbledore wouldn't put him in that kind of danger."

I snuggled my face into her hair. Her milk and honey smelling hair. "No, he wouldn't. They probably looking for someone to replace the toad bitch."

"Language, Ron."

"Fuck, Hermione, you're still ragging on me about my language? You would feel so liberated if you just swore."

"I doubt it."

"Say fuck. Please? For me?"

"Go to sleep, Ron." giggled Hermione, moving closer to me. I breathed in the scent of her hair once more, allowing it to consume me.

I wanted her. Badly. Not even just physically, I was realizing. I wanted all of her. And I didn't know how long I could go on not having her.

Something had to give.