Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Bad Wish ❯ Ron the Terrible ( Chapter 16 )

Chapter 16: Ron the Terrible

 

 

The next morning three couples woke up naked. Hermione and Harry who quickly got dressed, Harry going to his room after kissing Hermione and hoping that no one would be in the hallway, were the first to wake up. The next couple, Tom and Penelope, were worried, they had been too cheery from the alcohol to use protection and were crossing their fingers God wouldn't use their one mistake to cause them problems. They were too old for a baby, and with the threat of Voldemort and Death Eaters they didn't want to bring a baby into that world. The third couple, Monica and Ginny, were fighting.

 

“You know I wanted our first time to be special!” Ginny had refrained from doing what she did last night for a reason, first she was scared, and second she wanted it to be special, until last night when the alcohol affected her most due to youth, size, and lack of experience with alcohol.

 

“Wasn't it special? On Christmas, together, making love?” Monica was starting to regret doing what she did, if Ginny broke up with her she would be lost.

 

“But not like that, I wanted to, damn it Monica! I never did anything like that, I wanted our first time to be special, and something that was amazing, not me being to drunk to enjoy it.”

 

“You did enjoy it, you remember it, or you wouldn't be arguing with me about it.”

 

“I hate you, I'm sorry, but to make me feel so small when I'm wrong, to show me I am being stupid, grr…” She kisses Monica. “Please forgive me.”

 

“Ginny you were scared, and I love you to.” Monica smiles at Ginny brightly. “So sexy when you growl, and it was special because it was with you.”

 

“We better get cleaned up; I wonder what Dobby will think about the mess we made on the sheets.”

 

“I don't know; maybe tell him to not tell anyone, just to be safe.” Ginny had been a virgin, with her hymen intact, that Monica broke with a finger.

 

“Shut up, we need a shower.” There was one attached to the room, like all the other bedrooms, something either the Black family had done or Dobby had done.

 

Devin, the only one alone, knew that was his own fault. He still had feelings for Monica, she wasn't really his sister, but she would never be more then a friend to him. He was still getting use to letting his emotions out, making sure they didn't build up or else he would start to burn on the inside, until he released his emotion all at once which affected people. He heard Harry running down the hall, Devin smiled, and he hoped Harry had fun. Maybe when they got back to school he could talk to Luna, she was nice, strange, but nice. She tried to talk to him before but he always pushed her away, hopefully it wouldn't be too late.

 

Everyone, even after waking up and getting showers, whether alone or with someone, didn't feel like doing anything. Dobby had made breakfast, but that would require going to the kitchen. Harry was almost tempted to call out for Dobby to bring him breakfast but didn't. He got up, after a shower and putting clean clothes on, and went to the kitchen. “Thanks Dobby, might want to put the other stuff away, everyone is slow getting up today I guess.” Harry grabbed a plate, then another, and decided to give Hermione breakfast in bed. Not knocking on the door Harry walks in, Hermione was still in the shower. Harry puts her food on the bed that Hermione hadn't made yet, and sits in a chair to eat. A few minutes later Hermione comes out of the bathroom wearing nothing. “Hermione I brought you food.” Harry couldn't stop himself from looking at Hermione, he was worried that they had moved to fast, even after what they did their first time dating, but she was beautiful

 

“Harry!” Hermione foolishly tries to cover up before she realizes what she is doing.

 

“Sorry, but after last night I thought…”

 

“Didn't you eat enough to be full?” Hermione makes a joke getting dressed.

 

“I did, but this tastes good to, I brought you some but I guess you aren't hungry after eating last night.” Hermione grabs the plate and sits on her bed.

 

“Very funny, I'm just glad my parents didn't decide to check on me this morning, imagine that?” Harry nodded his mouth full with bacon.

 

“I would be dead; your dad would have strangled me before I could get a spell off.” They laugh, not feeling uneasy or embarrassed by what they did.

 

“That was fun Harry, but we were stupid, I can't blame it all on the wine, if we had…”

 

“Don't worry Mione I was in control, for most of it.” He smiles at her. “And it was fun, and incredible, I love you so much it hurts sometimes, and last night I got to show you.”

 

“I love you to Harry, thanks for breakfast, even though Dobby made it.” She finishes her food, leaving some bacon and an egg yolk on the plate. “I feel so lazy today; I wonder what the others thought about me not showing up for breakfast.”

 

“I don't know, no one was up, I had Dobby put the other plates away until they get up.”

 

“I bet Monica and Ginny had fun last night.” Harry chokes on the last bit of egg. “I love doing that to you, why do you blush so badly when you hear about that?”

 

“It's strange, I mean, I know every guy's fantasy is that, but in real life I can't figure it out. Aren't we supposed to be geared to creating the next generation? So how did nature screw up…”

 

“They aren't screwed up, maybe nature realizes there are too many humans already so makes people like that.”

 

“You think it isn't a choice?” Harry wasn't sure, if it was a choice it was a weird one to make, in his opinion, but if it wasn't what fun was that? Shouldn't you be able to love who you want to, not have it forced on you?

 

“Could you see doing the things we did last night with Devin?”

 

“No, but…”

 

“Then why would they be able to? I couldn't see myself doing anything like that with either one of them, because I don't love them, I love you.” Hermione was actually sick to think of it, she didn't know why, maybe it was nature, but she could never do anything like that, she didn't have it in her.

 

“Lets not argue about something like that, it's stupid, if they love each other then let them do what they want, just don't tell me about it.”

 

“Mmm, want to hear about what I did in the shower, while thinking about you?” Hermione laughs and throws a pillow at Harry, knocking the plate in his lap off and breaking it when it hit the floor. “Oh sorry Harry…” Crack

 

“Mister Harry Potter Sir mustn't be breaking the plates.” Dobby grabs the plate and apparates before Harry can say anything.

 

“Wow, he's good; you should give him a raise.” Hermione laughs and throws a second pillow, this time Harry catches it.

 

“He is the only House Elf being paid in the country, maybe even the world, and he loves getting socks, what kind of raise can I give him? He gets all my old socks and plenty of news ones, I just bought him two dozen new ones for Christmas.” He throws it back at Hermione.

 

“Aw, how sweet, weird, but sweet, Dobby has a foot fetish.” They talk some more, laughing, enjoying life as it was.

 

The rest of the day was a lazy day, the Granger's got up for lunch, Monica and Ginny went into the backyard and laid in the grass enjoying how great magic was, Devin read books, it was just a last day. That night however, things changed. “Come on Harry, they can't ground me I'm 17, and they can't really ground you since this is your house.” Hermione wanted Harry to sleep in her bed that night, even if it was only to hold each other.

 

“Are you sure? They grounded me before, although it wasn't much of one since already under house arrest.” Harry thinks about it, they really couldn't punish him, Hermione was an adult, and this was his house as she said. “Ok, let me get some pajamas on, I'll be right up.” Harry kisses her on the lips and goes to his room. Changing into his sleeping clothes he goes back.

 

“You couldn't wait to change up here?” Hermione smiles at Harry.

 

“Not tonight Mione, last night was incredible, it was special, and I am still exhausted from it.” Part of him was anyways.

 

“Alright, ready for bed?” Harry nods. “Then come over here.” Hermione gets in her bed, then Harry. “Goodnight Harry, I love you.”

 

“I love you to Mione, goodnight.” Breathing in the smell of her hair, like cherry blossoms from her shampoo, Harry drifts off to sleep.

 

“Isn't this just cute? You and the mud-blood.” Ron!

 

“What are you doing here, Dumbledore cut the connection.”

 

“Oh but the Dark Lord wouldn't let that keep him from calling you would he? Here.” Harry's vision blurs, and then goes to a girl lying on the floor. “There she is, isn't she cute? Your sister Harry, she begs for you to save her, to stop me, yet you don't. The Dark Lord is willing to give you anything you want for her and your parents, but you let them suffer instead.”

 

“Shut up Ron that won't work on me, I know it's a trick.”

 

“Really? You doubt the power of the Dark Lord? Foolish, the only reason the Dark Lord didn't do this earlier was, well, you. He didn't have his power until you gave it to him, and he couldn't bring your parents back since he didn't have anything with their life in it, but you did. The Dark Lord knew that the saps your parents were they would give little cutesy gifts like hair to each other, and you used it to bring them back. You are so predictable, but so were your parents, something you have in common.”

 

“I'm not listening Ron.”

 

“Oh, but will you listen to this? Bitch!” Ron kicks the girl lying on the ground. “Your brother is right there, you talked to him before, and oh you didn't know the Dark Lord was watching, but you did. Here he is anything you want to say to him?”

 

“Don't, they love you Harry, don't…”

 

“Shut it bitch.” Ron kicks her again. “She makes lots of noises if you do the right thing to her.”

 

“She can't be my sister; I was an only child, so this is a trick. Voldemort is stupid Ron, he may be smart in some things but in this he is as stupid as you are.” So Harry told himself, again and again.

 

“Oh Harry it was an interesting tale of how she came to be, want to hear it?” Harry wanted to ignore Ron, but this he had to hear. “Good, it seems the Dark Lord was followed by a follower the night he went to kill you. This follower was close to your parents, he knew them better then most, and he knew Lily Potter was pregnant.”

 

“Wormtail?” Besides Wormtail, Dumbledore was the next closest after they went into hiding, had contact with them.

 

“Yes, that rat of a man followed the Dark Lord, and when he fell did Peter help the Dark Lord? NO! He went to Lily, she was dead, but a piece of her was still alive, inside of her.” Ron smiles evilly and looks down at the girl on the floor. “He got her out using magic and ran away with her. But when Sirius caught him Peter knew he couldn't stay human, and couldn't take care of the bitch, so he took her to a Muggle orphanage. She grew up there thinking she was a Muggle, but Peter knew, he would check on her every year, to make sure she was safe. But when he brought the Dark Lord back he had a chance to get the bitch out, to tell her she was a witch. The Dark Lord was amazed by Peter, he had done something without being told to, and it was a good thing. We know you want a family, why you called me brother, but here you have a sister who begs for her brother to save her.” He kicks her again making her whimper. “Poor thing, she was beautiful when I first got her, she screamed, begged me to stop, but she was nothing to me! Do you want her to feel pain Harry? Do you want your sister to be punished because you won't do the smart thing?”

 

“Leave her alone!” Even if she wasn't his sister she was a person being hurt by his former friend, his brother.

 

“No, and right now you can't break the connection, so watch and listen to her pain because you are to stupid to follow the Dark Lord!” Ron takes his wand out. “Crucio!” She screams, ear splitting scream, writhers on the ground. “Like that? Well, maybe this will get you to wise up.” Ron sets the girls clothes on fire, but with magic doesn't burn her. “Pretty nice meat isn't she? And she is all mine to use whenever I want, almost as good as the slanted pussy I got from Cho.”

 

“Stop! Please Ron, don't do this, you can still be saved, Dumbledore…”

 

“Is an old fool, he will die soon Harry, he can't have many years left, and why would I want to be saved from paradise? Power, money, women, she isn't the only one I shag, being the right hand man of the Dark Lord makes women fall before me, wanting me.” Ron takes his robe off revealing he is wearing nothing else. “Watch Harry, listen to her beg, you can't cut the connection until the Dark Lord does, no matter what that old fool told you.” Harry tries to close his eyes, but in this dream, vision, whatever it was he can't. He can't turn away; he is being forced to watch Ron violate this girl.

 

Ron continues for nearly an hour, before standing up and putting his robe back on. “You see what you can stop Harry? Join the Dark Lord, join us and this stops. He grows tired of waiting Harry, he tries to be nice, to make a deal, but you turn them down. Maybe this will give you something to think about. Just call out `Voldemort, I need you!' and he will talk to you, make a deal.” Everything goes black for Harry, who sleeps for the rest of the night dreamlessly.

 

The next morning Harry wakes up after the nightmare, the connection, but doesn't hear the buzzing noise. Did Dumbledore's spell fail? Or did Voldemort wait until he was asleep, so Harry couldn't tell Dumbledore? “Harry?” Hermione feels Harry moving around.

 

“I need a shower; I need to clean that off of me.”

 

“What? Harry wait I'll…”

 

“No I have to do this alone, don't touch me, not now.” Harry felt dirty, he had watched his former best friend, his brother, rape a girl, and didn't stop it. But the only way to do so was to join Voldemort, something he couldn't do. Harry goes to his room, takes a long hot shower trying to clean something that wasn't there. Nearly rubbing his skin raw Harry gets out a little shaky, he had to do something, if this girl was, or wasn't, his sister it didn't matter she was an innocent person being hurt by Ron. Going into his room Hermione is waiting for him.

 

“Harry what's wrong?” Hermione thought she had done something wrong, why Harry told her not to touch him.

 

“Ron, he, he was connected to me last night.”

 

“You mean, when we, on Christmas, but didn't you hear the noise that Dumbledore…”

 

“No last night, he, he had a girl, the one from before, he hurt her. He told me if I wanted to stop it I should join Voldemort, but I can't do that. But he hurt her, he; he violated her, and made me watch.”

 

“That bastard!” Hermione pounds the bed with her fist. “How could he, he was never like this, how could he change so much?” Harry gets dressed wondering the same thing. “I knew he was mad about you getting so much attention during the tournament, but he got over it, right?”

 

“But then you went with Krum, and I won, but he didn't change then. He may have hated Krum since you were dating him, and jealous of me, but he didn't change yet. He thought you were a Death Eater, attacked you because of it, but when a real Death Eater came to him at the hospital he didn't attack them, why?” Hermione shrugs her shoulders. “I don't know either, maybe he was to weak, to weak to fight, and they tricked him, but by the time he got the Dark Mark he had to know he couldn't turn back. He says he has everything he ever wanted, money, power, women, but he doesn't have us does he? He doesn't have his friend, maybe that's why he wants us to join Voldemort so much, to really have everything he wants he needs his friends.” Dumbledore said they were not a weakness, friends were strength, needing people were strength, and even Voldemort would be nothing without his followers.

 

“He can go straight to hell for all I care, and if I am the one to put him there…”

 

“No Mione, I won't let you do that. Dumbledore says when you kill someone your soul is torn, yours is too beautiful to have it torn, I will be the one to send him to whatever afterlife he believes in.”

 

“Harry we can't, it's just emotions right now, but we can't kill him, even if he has changed into a bloody buggering bastard.” To kill took more then casting a spell, it took intent, it took a part of the soul Hermione didn't want to admit was in her, in Harry.

 

“Not now, but if I could get him alone, to save that girl, I could.”

 

“Exactly Harry, you are the hero, you don't mean to be, you don't put on a cape and fly around to save the day, you just are. She could be a Death Eater playing a part of the act to get you to join Voldemort.”

 

“Why does life need to be so hard?”

 

“No one ever said it was easy Harry, but sometimes it feels like it won't end, and other times you wish it would go on forever, can't remember who said it, probably in the Bible or something.”

 

“Like when we are together, but that won't end for many years, right Mione?” The mood had lightened, the dirtiness of last night was gone from Harry, and Hermione had filled it with herself.

 

“Forever and ever Harry, as long as you'll have me.” She walks over and kisses Harry. “Now I need a shower, care to join me?”

 

“No, not right now, my skin is kind of sore, scrubbed to hard.” Stopped when he started to bleed a couple times.

 

“Well I'll see you at breakfast Harry, love you.” She kisses him again.

 

“I'll be there.”

 

Harry sat at the kitchen table; he didn't feel like eating after what he had seen the night before. Harry couldn't hear a buzzing noise so Voldemort wasn't coming through; he started and stopped the connection when he was sleeping. Harry hated that he could do nothing, well he could, but it meant joining Voldemort, something Harry couldn't do. Hermione was finished showering and joined Harry in the kitchen. “I'm sorry Harry, if Ron did that last night we might need to tell Dumbledore, we can't be letting Voldemort connect to you, even at night.”

 

“He was doing it to get to me Mione, he knows I play the hero, even when I don't mean to. Last year I ran to save Cho, to protect the school, I didn't think of it as playing the hero but it was. I have to keep myself from doing that, I can't risk it, even to stop what Ron was doing.”

 

“It could have been a Death Eater, playing a role, so you would be the hero.” It's what Hermione could think of; she didn't want to believe that Ron, their former friend, could be so evil.

 

“I know, and it might not be my parents, but they could be my parents, she could be my sister.”

 

“But how Harry, you were an only child.”

 

“Ron told me how, how my Mom was pregnant when Voldemort killed her.” Harry pounds the table with his fist. “How Wormtail followed Voldemort, used magic to get her out of my Mother, and put her in an orphanage when Sirius started to chase after him. When Voldemort came back Wormtail got her out of the orphanage, told her she was a witch, and they have been trying to use her to get me.”

 

“Well, maybe, I'm sorry Harry I can't help you, I wish I could but I can't.”

 

“You don't have to, it's my problem…”

 

“Which makes it my problem to Harry. I love you Harry, and if you have a problem it means I have a problem.” She leans over the table and kisses Harry.

 

“Oh I don't need to see that!” Tom had just walked in for breakfast.

 

“Sorry dad.” Hermione doesn't blush; she loved Harry and didn't care if her father saw her kissing him. “Where's mom?”

 

“Uh, she is, it's nothing.” Yet, they knew it was too early for a pregnancy test but if his wife was they had no way of getting a pill, or the other option, if she was pregnant they would have the child.

 

“Ok, well, Harry, after breakfast want to go into the backyard?”

 

“I'm done.” Harry couldn't even stomach a piece of toast.

 

“Oh well, let me get something on a plate and we can go outside.” Hermione puts some bacon, an egg, and some toast on a plate. “Say good morning to mom when she gets up.” Hermione and Harry go outside.

 

That night Harry was worried, he didn't want to go to sleep, and didn't think he could, if Ron connected to him again… “Mione?”

 

“Yes Harry?” They were lying in bed together, this time Harry's bed.

 

“Could you do a spell that wakes me up if I, something?” Harry wasn't sure what to ask for, he had racked his brain for a spell that would work but he couldn't think of any. After all the spells he learned and read about he couldn't think of a single one that met his criteria.

 

“In case Ron connects again? Well, I could do something that should keep him from connecting.” Hermione rolls over and looks at Harry. “But it might hurt you, if I get it wrong…”

 

“Ron will hurt me far worse Mione, whatever it is please do it, I won't blame you if it hurts me.”

 

“Are you sure?” Harry nods anything to keep him from seeing what he saw the night before. “Ok, let me get my wand.” Hermione rolls back over and reaches to the floor next to her bed and grabs her wand. Getting up and off the bed Hermione starts to concentrate. “Harry sit up please.” Harry does. “Please work, Blokic Psyoro!” A green beam comes out and hits Harry. “Harry!” Harry had collapsed, Hermione wasn't sure if the spell was supposed to do that, it didn't describe it very well in the book she read. It was supposed to let someone sleep without being disturbed, but how long it would work, was supposed to work, she couldn't remember. Going over to her book shelf she finds the book. Finding the spell she is frustrated, it just gave the effects, not how long they would last, if done correctly. Hermione walks back over to the bed and gets in. “Harry, please wake up tomorrow.” She moves the unconscious Harry so she can hold him, falling asleep.

 

Three days later and Harry had slept soundly every night. The spell worked for exactly 6 hours every time it was used, and kept Ron from connecting to Harry. They had one more night until they went back to Hogwarts, but weren't sure how they were going there, would they take the train or port key? “Dobby?” Crack, “Please go to Dumbledore and ask him how we, my friends and I, are going to Hogwarts.” Crack.

 

“Harry, when we do go back, I could teach Devin the spell since you can't do it to yourself.” Hermione was rubbing Harry's back, they were sitting on her bed, they had just gotten done eating dinner.

 

“No, when we get back I'll deal with it, but I don't want Ron here, when I'm with you.”

 

“If you're sure Harry, I don't want him to hurt you, I love you Harry.” Hermione hugs Harry, kissing his cheek.

 

“I love you to Mione, I love you to.” Harry turns his neck and kisses Hermione. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Since it was their last night at Harry's they wanted to be together, like they were on Christmas.

 

“If that bastard connects to you the buzzing noise starts, close your eyes and I will get my wand.” Hermione didn't want Ron to ruin this; she loved Harry and wanted to be with him.

 

“Ok Mione, I love you so much Mione, and if he tries to look at you, I can't do anything.” Hermione hugs him again, kissing his neck.

 

“Don't worry Harry, don't worry.” Hermione lets go of Harry and lies on the bed. “Come here Harry.”

 

The next morning they woke up next to each other, with someone pounding on the door. “Oh bloody hell Harry, hide!” Harry rolls out of the bed and rolls underneath it. “Come in!” Penelope walks in.

 

“Honey it's time to get up, what the?” Penelope sees the bed is a mess, her daughter wasn't clothed, and something wasn't right. “Oh my God! TOM!”

 

“Mom what's wrong?” Hermione tried to play stupid, something very hard for her to do.

 

“Where is he, where's Harry?” Penelope goes over to the bathroom and looks in it. “Where is he hiding Hermione?”

 

“Mom I don't know…”

 

“Why did you call me up here?” Tom covered his eyes, he didn't need to see his daughter's… “Wait, where's that Harry kid!”

 

“Go to his room; see if he is there, he has to be hiding in here Tom.” Penelope was going through Hermione's closet.

 

“Mom, Dad, he isn't in here!” Then Hermione grabs a ring on the table next to her bed, and drops the other to the floor. “Come on Harry, get it.”

 

“Mione, what do we do?”

 

“I'm gonna drop my bag, climb in it, hide, I'll get you out later.” Hermione pushes the bottomless pouch under the bed. “I'm sorry, but stay in there, I don't know when I will be able to get you out.”

 

“Hermione Jane Granger where is he!” Tom got back from Harry's room, whose bed hadn't been slept in. “And get a shirt on or something!”

 

“I don't know, he's not in here, I swear.” Hermione pulls her covers up to her neck. “What's wrong with you? He isn't in here, he wasn't in here, if he isn't in his room I don't know where he is.” Hermione tried to sound convincing.

 

“Oh so you just sleep like that every night? And that mess, Hermione Jane Granger we can't believe you would do this…”

 

“Even if I did I'm 17! I am an adult, you may be my parents but I am an adult if I did do what you are saying it isn't bad! He isn't up here!”

 

“Oh really? Then what's this?” Tom picks up a pair of boxers, Harry's boxers.

 

“I, uh, Harry isn't up here!” Tom looks under the bed, nothing but a bag.

 

“Magic, you used magic, Dobby!” Crack

 

“Yes Mister Granger?”

 

“Go to Harry, and tell us where he is.” Crack

 

“See? He isn't here.”

 

“Then why are you…”

 

“I was getting ready for a shower! When you knocked I thought it was Harry so I jumped in bed to cover up when Mom came in.” It took her a few minutes to think it up but hoped it worked.

 

“Then where is he?”

 

“I don't know! If he isn't in his room he might be at the graveyard…”

 

“Then why hasn't Dobby come back yet?” Hermione wasn't sure; did he end up in the bag?

 

“Uh, if Harry is at the graveyard, you can't apparate there; you have to use a port key.” It was true at Gringotts, but not at the graveyard, but her parents didn't know that.

 

“Apparate? That's the teleporting thing you do, right?” Hermione nods. “I'm sorry Honey, I, how do you explain the boxers?”

 

“If Harry is kidnapped I need an article of clothing from Harry to do a homing spell, I got an entire outfit of Harry's, shirt, pants, socks, and underwear.” Actually that would be a good thing to do, but Voldemort could block any of those spells.

 

“But, the, Hermione you're lying.”

 

“I am not; I had a nightmare last night, that's why the sheets are well, everywhere.”

 

“Oh I'm sorry Honey, I, now we're really running late; the other wizards are going to be here soon, quick get a shower and get ready.”

 

“Oh so we are taking the train?” Penelope shrugs her shoulders. “But then why are they coming?”

 

“Dumbledore sent a letter saying they were coming to get you at eight, it's almost 7:30 we'll leave you alone, sorry.” Penelope and Tom leave Hermione's room, both hearts trying to slow down, they had quite a scare about their little girl.

 

Hermione reached under her bed and pulled the bag out. “Harry, you can come out now.” She sees Harry is standing around, not sure how to get out. “Hmm, how about I do this, get ready.” Hermione turns the bag upside and Harry, along with other things, fall out.

 

“That was weird; the hole seemed so far away, I couldn't reach it.” Harry, still very naked, wonders what to do. “Uh, if they are waiting for me they might wonder how I got up here.”

 

“And the Order is coming to pick us up soon, you can share the shower with me then I will put you back in the pouch and take you to your room.” Hermione walks over to the bathroom, Harry follows more then happy to join her in the shower.

 

After the shower and getting Harry to his room Hermione helps him pack his things. “We only have a few minutes Harry, hurry up.”

 

“I just need to get Hedwig and her cage; I'll meet you in the front.” Hermione leaves Harry's room and gets her things, that she had packed the night before, and meets Harry and the others in the front.

 

“Mom, Dad, I'll miss you.”

 

“We will miss you to Honey; it was nice seeing you over Christmas though.” Tom and Penelope hug Hermione, still a little shook up over their earlier scare with their precious little girl.

 

“I know, just a few more months and I'll be back for summer.” Hermione realizes that is a long ways away, but she would see them then, she had to go to school so she could become smarter and stronger. Maybe smart enough and strong enough to help Harry; protect Harry.

 

There is a knock on the door. Harry opens it up without waiting for the password getting a wand in his face. “Harry what would happen if I was a Death Eater?” Remus was disappointed in Harry's carelessness.

 

“But we knew you were coming, it had to be you.” It was pretty bad, but they knew the members of the Order were coming.

 

“Yes, but I could have been a Death Eater, if we had been intercepted by Death Eaters and they used Veritaserum on us they would know where you live.”

 

“I'm sorry Remus.” Harry had been excited to see Remus but now he felt small, he had done something that could have gotten them all killed.

 

“Ok back in the house.”

 

“What? Aren't we…”

 

“No, we are being followed by Death Eaters, thankfully Dumbledore and his magic has made sure they can't follow us all the way here. We need some hair from all of you, we are going to send you by portkey but we want the Death Eaters to think you are taking the train. Tonks, Meriwether, and Spires will take the girl's places, I'll take Harry's and Dawdles will take Devin's.” Everyone pulls a little hair out and gives it to the ones taking their places.

 

“So we are taking portkeys, are you sure it will be safe for you to go as us? If the Death Eaters attack…”

 

“We will only have your image, not lack of skill in battle. We are all, except Remus, trained Aurors.” Tonks takes Hermione's hair. “I can make myself a brunette at will but this will be different.”

 

“And we have Moody at the wheel; his eye is the best watchout we have.” Remus takes Harry's hair. “Have the bag Moody?” Moody takes out several vials, all recognized as Polyjuice potions by the students. The adults take their potion, and seconds later a second group of teens is at the front door.

 

“Wow, American is bigger.” Spires looks down at her new self. “We need to go, Moody give them the portkey.” Moody hands a cup to Harry.

 

“All you do is touch it, and when all of you do you will be at Hogwarts. Make sure you are holding your things or they will be left behind.” Moody leading the second group of teens to a Ministry car leaves the first group behind.

 

“Are we ready?” Harry looks at his friends, they all nod. “I guess grab on and wait for the…” They do before he finishes, the hook behind the navel feeling taking him.

 

Landing in the Great Hall they see other students arriving by Port Key. “I wonder why, the train station wasn't destroyed or anything, it would have been in the Newspaper.” More students landed around them, it didn't seem like anyone would be coming in on the train.

 

“Harry, there are only so many students in Hogwarts; maybe they thought this was easier.” Hermione watches as even more students arrive, but she knows it was only a fraction of what normally went to Hogwarts. “Maybe parents pulled even more students from Hogwarts…”

 

She was right, even more students were kept at home, parents couldn't let their children leave them after spending time with them over Christmas. Hermione and Monica were now the only 6th year girls in Gryffindor, both Patil Twins were kept at home. All of the Gryffindor girls in Ginny's year were kept at home also leaving her alone. Luna had the same thing happen to her, but she liked this, it meant her things wouldn't `walk' off. Most of the 7th year students came back, they were 17 and their parents couldn't tell them what to do. But so many more had been kept back; barely a hundred students were left at Hogwarts. “This can't be good; if students keep getting pulled they will have to close it.” Hermione knew it took a lot of money to run the school; the teachers alone took a lot of Galleons.

 

“I hope not, what would happen?”

 

“Home schooling, maybe, unless more students come back. But, if there are fewer students, less food and things to be bought, that would save money.” But she doubts it would be enough. A few more students appear in the Great Hall, about 120 altogether, when Dumbledore enters the Great Hall with Headmaster McGonagall.

 

“Children many of you are wondering why you have come here by Portkey instead of on the train and the answer is safety.” Headmaster McGonagall followed by Dumbledore go up to the staff table in the Great Hall. “First you may have realized that many of your fellow students have not come back. Their parents are worried about the Death Eaters and another attack on the school, even though that is foolish; this is the safest place in all of England. You have come here by Portkey also because there is no point in using the train for so few students, to risk another attack on the train station, on the train itself.” Many students look around, they were there during the attack on the train station, no one had died as the Ministry had been prepared.

 

“Now that you are all here earlier then normal enjoy the meal that should be done by now and take your time settling down.” Dumbledore claps his hands and plates full of food appear on the tables, goblets of pumpkin juice, the students leave their things on the floor and eat, enjoying the meal.

 

Later on, after getting back to the dorm rooms, Hermione has come up to Harry's dorm room. “Harry come here.” Harry leaves Devin and Neville in the dorm room and follows Hermione to hers.

 

“Now wait Mione we can't…” She kisses him hard, smiling brightly.

 

“Ginny is alone, so Monica moved her stuff to Ginny's dorm room, meaning I'm all alone in here.” She smiles even more.

 

“You mean, that Monica is with Ginny, and that means that you are the only one left here?” Harry raises an eyebrow he knows what this implies. “Well that does bring many things to…” She kisses him hard interrupting him.

 

“You might want to leave your things in your dorm room but we can stay here at night, together.” She grabs his hand and sits down on her bed. “Like at your house.”

 

“Wait Mione what would you know, Devin and Neville say?” Harry was nervous, he liked what they did at his house, it was special, even when they just held each other as they slept, did he want that here? Would it involve more?

 

“Who cares? They know we are dating, and do you think Devin or Neville would hold it against you if you stayed here instead of there? Also, now that we are here I could take the potion so we could, you know, make love?” She said it more like she was asking Harry then telling Harry.

 

“I, I don't know Mione, are you ready for that? Our first time…”

 

“Didn't happen, remember what you said? We are starting over, as if we never did anything, so that didn't happen. I am ready for it, and it isn't some stupid potion or me feeling like we need to do more, I love you, and want to make love.” Hermione felt so stupid for how she had acted the first time they dated, she was going off of books and what the other girls were doing, she wasn't concerned about what Harry really wanted. This time was different, she even talked to Monica about it, about how she felt, and knew this time was different. “If you don't want to we don't have to, I know you love me, not what we do but me.”

 

“I, if you really want to, if you are ready, I am ready. If it will make you happy we can, tonight even, here.”

 

“If it makes you happy to Harry, I don't want you to do something you don't want to, as long as you are happy.” Hermione still felt stupid about how she acted before, Harry wanted nothing more then to make her happy and all she did was hurt him, force him to do more then he wanted. He went along with it because it made her happy, but not now, this time was different, she was only going to do something if it made Harry happy.

 

“I love you Mione.” Harry hugs Hermione. “Tonight we can, we can make love.” Hermione hugs Harry back.

 

“Ok Harry, this is going to be a little embarrassing asking Madam Pomfrey for it, there's only one use for it, and she will know.” Hermione blushes a little thinking about it.

 

“I'm sure Madam Pomfrey has given it to plenty of students, why they have it right? And you are an adult, technically, so why be embarrassed?”

 

“You're right; maybe I can act like I am studying it, trying to find other uses for it.” Hermione laughs a little, thinking about it, it might actually have other uses she could look for. There were over a dozen uses for dragon's blood, why not this potion?

 

That night, after dinner, Harry grabs his bottomless pouch, with everything in it, and goes to Hermione's room. She was waiting for him, wearing nothing but a smile. “Are you ready Harry?”

 

“I hope so Mione, would hate to disappoint you.” He joins her in the bed, making love for the first time with anyone. The first time had been a potion, Amelia was nothing but an escape, this was truly love.