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15 years earlier~

Lucius malfoy panted heavily as he walked up the big stairs to the Granger's castle.

Jean Granger, being hugo Granger's wife had informed narcissa, her best friend and his wife, it is going to happen.

But he isn't going to allow it, not from the moment draco was born.

The Granger's like any other pure blood family, was rich but had a tough time recently.

So when hugo came to him the second richest wizard, he loaned a great sum of amount as a loan.

Surprisingly hugo knows where to invest, as a result his wealth grown tremendously, to keeping several accounts in the gringotts.

Since lord voldemorts death, many pureblood families started to engage their children, who was mostly one or two years with another as a way to increase their wealth and name expensed in the war.

And when jean informed that hugo is going to engage his one year old daughter hermione Granger to arthur weasleys just born youngest son, lucius become furious.

All that money, all that wealth to a weasley... never. He'll make draco the owner of it. The one to save their family's fortune with the Granger's wealth.

It's an self destruction method too, considering how Hugo's father came from a muggle side to study in hogwarts, but the weasleys and greengrass supported him forming a thick friendship.

But it's his time, he'll break that friendship with just his brain and... it will be now.

He barged into the front door of the palace like manor, startling the three young men sitting in the middle of the room in various couches.

"Hello, lucius. May I know why you are here for" hugo asked standing up, sizing him up and down curiously.

Beside him arthur weasley and vincent greengrass each arched an eyebrow, the latter getting his wand ready.

"Is that what's supposed to be a decency hugo? Aren't you going to tell me to atleast have a seat first" Lucius asked with a smug smirk.

Hugo rolled his eyes "Of course lucius. Here, have a seat"

Lucius quickly walked over to the couch, purposefully sitting on a different one rather than sitting on one where hugo gestured.

"I'm here for my money hugo"

Hugo Granger's eyes went wide "Wha.... but Lucius, isn't it too soon"

"It is. Isn't it necessary to atleast give a warning before a month to get back the loan money" arthur said suggestively standing up too.

"No one asked your opinion... You bloody blood traitor" lucius sneered.

"Don't you dare talk about my friend like that" vincent gritted his teeth, his wand pointing at Lucius, who pointed his own back.

"Okay. Okay... Please, that's enough" hugo said standing in between the two of them "Lucius. What is it you really want?"

"Smart hugo" lucius said smiling, flashing his pearl white teeth "You know as well as I do, that you can't give my money back, not yet atleast. It's a huge amount.... but I have a offer for you, if you'll make a small sacrifice" he said looking at Arthur.

"Sacrifice!..... What sacrifice?" Arthur asked doubtful.

"I have two conditions, according to the wizards old rule, one I want you to engage your daughter to my son draco malfoy.... and number two i want you to cut all your relations with arthur weasley and his families" he said and the three looked angry, sad and distraught.

It was an old wizarding world rule, that have not yet placed back yet, according to the sentence, that if a wizard didn't get the money which he gave as a loan, then he is allowed to make demands that should be done by the debtor or get arrested and lose all his wealth to the ministry.

"Lu... lucius, please... Dont do this. You know, i cant maje make a choice here. If you please, just give me some more days" hugo started to beg.

"I already said it hugo. I want my money now or be ready to...."

"Dont need to beg him hugo" arthur said stepping up "we will do as you said" he said glaring at lucius.

"But arthur..." Hugo started and arthur interrupted again.

"Its alright hugo, i hadn't been friend with you all this years, expecting anything from you and i will always remember it.... our days together" arthur said coming closer to hugo and hugging him "And.... if me being friend with you, will put you in tough situation, then its better if we make the sacrifice".

"It's alright hugo, Arthur is right" vincent said coming closer to his friends "If him being friends with you, is a problem in any way then we will never fear to make a sacrifice for you" vincent then turned to straight to arthur.

"Arthur, if you don't mind. I like to value our friendship by engaging my daughter daphne to ron" he said and arthur smiled.

"Sure thing mate"

Suddenly they heard someone letting out a loud yawn "It's all great and all, but if you three don't mind. I like to do the oath now before I see arthur out myself" he leered at the three.

Hugo gritted his teeth "Fine".

And just like that, the oath of engagement between hermione Granger and Draco malfoy was done followed nu ron weasley and Daphne greengrass.

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Ron weasley closed the door to the loo in the running train after getting out, happily whistling.

They were on their way to hogwarts after the christmas holidays and his mum had given them a lot to eat and some drink.....A lot more than some drinks perhaps.

He heard someone crying at a good distance from him, turning his head he found a small girl, probably a first year Slytherin crying as two boys of the same house as a year younger than his age grabbed her ice cream from her before throwing it to the ground and sniggering.

"Hey!" Ron shouted making the two bully's to jump before they ran upto their own compartments.

The little girl was a red head, she was crying so hard rubbing her eyes. The image made him remember ginny.

He wanted to go over to her and comfort her but she was standing on the slytherin side of the compartment and that is dangerous.

He looked around before trying to call her, but she couldn't hear him as she was already crying hard and the sound of the train was louder than his.

He sighed, seeing no other way, he crossed the border, looking around every time. He reached the little girl before he kneeled in front of her "Hey...." He called out softly.

She looked up, her eyes going wide in fear "Please dont...." She whimpered.

"No. It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you...." He said with a little smile, she visibly relaxed after seeing his smile.

"Those guys are bad, they wanted my money. But I don't have, so they thrown up my cup......I hate this place" she said pouting and crossing her hands.

Ron laughed a little at that actions "Don't.... there are good people like us here, you know. It's the Slytherin, those are the worse".

"But....But I'm a slytherin too... are you saying that I will become like them?" She asked almost scared.

"Not if you don't want to...., Not all of them are bad. I know a girl in your house, she is so good too, i often wondered why she had been placed in slytherin" ron said looking somewhere and thinking deeply about her with a dreamy smile.

"Well, well, well..... what do we have here" a voice drawled nearby them and ron sighed. Knowing the voice and identifying the person without even looking up.

"What do you want malfoy" ron asked before standing up. Before him draco stood with blaise and pansy at both his sides.

"Didn't potter give you any pocket money weasley? Decided to beg to some first years from our house do you? What happened? the other house firsties didn't give any?" Draco smirked smugly, making pansy and blaise to start sniggering

By this time all of the slytherin house came out of their compartment laughing at ron, who was standing glaring at the group just like the little girl.

Ron clenched his fist "I'm not the one who was begging malfoy. If you want to know...." He started but suddenly stopped hearing HER voice.

"Move... come on shove off!!" She said coming through the crowd, pushing pansy to the side, the latter sent a murderous glare.

Draco put his arm around her shoulder, she stood there unflinching, smiling up at ron like a predator looking at its prey with a smug look same as malfoy on her face.

The one who ron hates the most, well second to malfoy of course.... the girl, that is sexy and hot, making all the girls in Hogwarts to wander around her in jealous rage, while making the boys go mad for her, the brightest witch of her age, teachers pet, the know-it-all. Hermione Granger.

"Oh, who is this? Isn't it the quidditch extortionate ronald weasley" hermione said in mock amusement, making the others including malfoy to laugh even harder, except pansy who just scowled.

"What happened weasley are you lost! Where is your saviour boy?" She said mocking him even more by acting like she is talking to a 5 year old.

"I'm not bloody lost Granger. I saw two of the guys from your house bullying this girl, i wanted to see if she is okay" ron said gritting his teeth.

"Wow. What a fantastic story weasley, did you make that up now or you already written it"

"He is telling the truth" the little girl shouted beside ron glaring up at the pair.

"Be that may dear" hermione said softly to the girl before looking up at ron "But I'm going to complaint you to the head of both our house for bullying the poor little girl".

Ron looked at her, his mouth open wide "What?.. what the bloody hell, didn't she just said...."

"Ten points from gryffindor for swearing" she smirked, draco grinning proudly at her.

"You can't take away my points. I'm a prefect too" ron said getting angrier by the minute.

Hermione's eyes glinted happily at him, seeing him getting angry "Yes. I can, besides, you are standing in the slytherin compartment".

Ron looked so mad, his fists were clenched tightly, hearing everyone laughing at his face.

The girl was looking up at her, with angry teary eyes, she was about to retort, when another voice broke through "Stop it!!".

Everyone looked to the source of the voice to find a beautiful girl with flowing black hair moving to the front of the crowd.

She stood in between hermione and ron, sending a glare at Hermione, who looked away guiltily, before the girl clutching Ron's hand and dragging him away "Come on, let's go".

The little girl looked back and forth between the group of slytherin and the retreating couple, before running after them.

She pulled him into the empty compartment, paused when the girl slid through the door before closing it.

She turned towards him, looking concerned "Are you alright ronald?".

"Yeah" he mumbled not looking at her.

"Look at me..... Please" she added lifting his chin, when he didn't look at her.

He sighed looking at her "It's alright. I'm fine".

"No. You're not, I'm sorry ronald. She promised me she wouldn't"

"Well, they are snakes..... what can you expect from them" he shrugged, before the girl caught his eyes, sitting in the seat.

"Hey....I didn't got your name yet" he said in a mock accusation tone.

"I'm emily..... and I'm sorry" she said looking apologetically.

"For what?" he asked surprised, moving to sit beside her.

"I'm the reason it happened, i should have just gone back to my coach" she said looking close to crying "I hate this place".

"Hey..... It's not your fault, I'm the one that came to you, knowing it will happen. That's okay and didn't i said about some good people in your house?" He said pointing to the elder girl standing before her "That's Daphne greengrass, my girlfriend".

"Fiance!" Daphne insisted smiling, before she leant her hands out for the girl to shake.

"Okay, sorry.... my fiance" ron said defensively, lifting up his hands in surrender position.

"Is she is the girl you were talking about" the girl asked smiling at them both "You both look lovely together" she said clapping her hands, making the two flush scarlet.

"Er...Yeah, um. It's time ginny and harry will be worried its better if I get back now" he said rubbing the back of his neck and standing up "And.... you better stick up with her" he said to the young girl before he moved to open the door.

"Ron.... Just a minute" she stopped him, gripping his jumper, before she turned to the girl "Can you wait out for a minute? I'll join you soon..." She requested and the girl smiled knowingly before standing outside.

Daphne turned to ron "Ron! Are you sure, you really alright?"

"I'm. Daphne...."

"Okay. Um, if... if you don't mind. Can... can I kiss you?" She asked blushing furiously.

Ron cleared his throat, his mouth going dry "O-okay".

She bit her lip, leaning up on her toes she quickly pecked him on his lips. Ron's ears going crimson, they both looked away, stumbling to get out with him feeling so awkward.

It was the second time they are kissing, even though it's just a peck "There's the door.."

"Yeah. I'll go then" she squeaked before running out feeling so shy. Ron couldn't feel anything for a second, his mind just blank he stood looking at the door way she just ran out, all his anger getting disappear.

He smiled again dreamily, thinking about Daphne Greengrass, his another best friend apart from harry.

They had met each other just a year before their first year, their dad's introduced them to each other.

They become close friends soon, even if ginny, a girl was playing with them, she was exceptionally close to him.

When his dad told to him at the start of the fourth year, that him and daphne was engaged to each other he had not only been surprised at first but also horrified.

He had thought that Daphne cant be his fiance, that just doesnt feel right. They (him, daph and harry) were really good friends, they are close, the three of them, he felt the same towards them both, so he couldn't see her in that light.

But after their first kiss (well....A peck) during their christmas break, it felt okay to him, maybe it's his randy thoughts or something but he can go on with it.

She is a good girl, very kind, very decent, how she had gotten placed in slytherin is beyond his thoughts.

Having friends like malfoy and Granger..... Granger!! I hate her so much....

And just like that the anger that disappeared with a kiss from Daphne returned with full force.
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"You're girlfriend certainly know how to make you proud draco" blaise praised sitting across from Draco.

Hermione grimaced, while pansy scoffed, shaking her head.

"Yes, she does. I'm so glad you share the same sense about the weasleys hermione" draco leered.

Hermione smiled awkwardly thinking of some ways to move away, when a big brown bird flew into the open compartment "What is that" draco frowned.

The bird dropped down a letter onto Hermione's lap, she looked it over both sides before smiling "it's from viktor".

"Krum?!" Draco grumbled "Viktor krum?".

Hermione groaned, rolled her eyes annoyed at him, she should have just hid the letter away "Draco. We have gone over this a thousand times".

"Gone over what?..... are you going to write a bloody letter to him now?" Draco asked in disbelief.

"That he is my friend pal. You have to understand, we are just friends" hermione said sitting down to write a reply "and yes, I'm writing a reply back. You are just getting paranoid"

"Well, you should have thought of that before snogging him. The only reason i let it go, because i had some my own too with other girls..... but just remember, who you belong to" he said before turning his head over to the side to stare outside the window.

Own?! Allowed?!! Hermione opened her mouth to protest but closed it not wanting to start a new argument.

Apparently everyone thought the same, that she and viktor had snogged or something.

Thats not true, viktor was interested in her, he even managed to stole a quick peck from her on the night of yule ball when she was not expecting. But she had pulled away immediately, as soon as his lips touched hers.

Because she was already engaged to draco, also she doesn't feel that way about viktor, he is a good friend but that's all he is ever will be.

It's not like Draco and her did anything either, she never let him even touch her actually, reasoning that it will happen only after their marriage.

Just because her father engaged her to him, that doesn't mean she loves him.

But she just lead everyone on the lies of her and viktor snogging, because first she wanted draco to know that she is not his slave. Second, it's a good feeling knowing that everyone thinks she had done something like snogging with a famous quidditch star, she is a bloody Slytherin after all.

She sighed after writing a reply back to viktor "it's time for the prefect meeting. Let's go" she said to draco before both the slytherin prefects left the compartment.
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Ron weasley angrily stormed into the compartment he shared with his sister and his friends before falling heavily on the seat.

"You alright?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yeah. I was, just a ten minutes before" he grumbled.

"What happened?" Ginny asked sitting just beside neville.

Ron started telling what happened on the last ten minutes except the detail about him and Daphne.

"Granger and malfoy?" Harry asked as if it's obvious, ron nodded his head, clenching his jaw at the name.

Ginny snorted "Why am i not surprised" she turned to harry "You know as well as me that Granger will definitely take a chance at attacking him".

"Yeah and that's what the problem is. Why is it always me. She never gets into your or the twins business" ron groaned miserably.

"I don't think, she hates the weasleys. She hates you but for a particular reason" neville said thoughtful.

"Oh, thank you neville. Now, i can relax" he said glaring at the boy before he noted his hand and his sister's hand were intertwined "Hey! No touching..." He warned making Neville to jump away from Ginny.

Just then parvathi appeared on the doorway "Ron. We have prefect meetings. Come on, let's go"

"Aww. Give me a minute" he mumbled before picking himself up and following her "And there'll be no touching" he shouted from the corridor.
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"Gryffindors late as always" the head boy said disapprovingly.

The other prefects in the compartments sniggering, while both the snakes flashed a twin smug smirk.

Parvathi turned to scowl but at ron, but he was already glaring at both malfoy and Granger.

"Well, let's start the meeting then. You all have asked to patrol the school mixed with the other house for the rest of the year"

"What?" Draco asked disgusted with the idea.

The head girl glared at him "The list of who you will be patrolling for the rest of the year is here" she said handing a paper to each of them.

Ron got his paper before he read the name in the paper and lost all the colour from his face, his face becoming pale white.

He looked up and saw her smirk at him mischievously 'There is no way, I'm pairing up with Granger'.

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"Alright, i had enough. What's the problem?" Hermione asked getting annoyed with Daphne's attitude with her.

It had been okay at first, that she refused to sit with her in the carriage, stopped talking with her during the feast and now they're in the dorms, changed into the respective pajamas, sleeping in the bed but daphne still hadn't quit her act of avoiding hermione altogether.

"You know well what's my problem is" daphne snapped sitting up on her bed before lifting the curtains of her four poster bed.

"Oh, really? Why am I going to ask you then if I know already" Hermione retorted back, she don't know why she and her best friend was fighting, but she sure had a little idea who this is about.

"Ronald!" Daphne shouted and hermione rolled her eyes "You promised me that you would stop taunting him and you didn't kept it up".

"Look, im sorry. But i had to do it, first of all he picked up a fight with my fiance and you know well i cant just stand back watching it... he hates the weasleys..."

"Oh, just dont give me that bullshit now!" Daphne fired back "You and me, we both know that you didnt do it for draco, because if you are, then why aren't you fighting with ginny or harry or....The twins for that matter?!"

Hermione looked gobsmacked, not knowing what to reply for that. Daphne, is her best friend she can't just tell her the real reason.

Maybe she can just say what her mum said to her about the weasleys "Really daph....I don't know what you are talking about, but as your best friend i can just give you a little advice, you can do much better than him you know?.

I mean, he doesn't even look good, i dont understand how can a girl like you get attracted to him? What does he have... Ginger hair? Stupid mind? Secondhand robes and dresses?. He is just a stupid oaf! He isn't rich... his family is so poor, they don't even use things first hand, can you believe it.... they are such filth!! You should stay away from him, there are so many good looking guys out there with enough money... Besides he just use your family name and money for his own sake, just like he is using potter now" Hermione was just rambling not realising that daphne seemed on the verge of crying.

"Shut up!.... shut up!! You Bitch" daphne cried outraged before throwing her pillows at hermione and running out of their dorm.

Hermione looked gobsmacked at the door through which daphne just ran out moments before until pansy, broke the silence "That was smooth. Aren't you going to go after her?"

Hermione sighed "No.... she called me a bitch. Can you believe it? I was just advising her for her own well being and she just called me a bitch" she said in disbelief before shaking her head "Besides she needs time to think about what I said, she'll soon realise he is just a trash anyway".

"Okay... Goodnight" pansy said rolling over.

Hermione too fell on her back, closing her eyes, trying to go to sleep.

The fact is she was so worried about Daphne, her best friend from childhood. They had been best friends like their fathers, she respect Mr.Greengrass as her own father but how could have been so stupid.

How could he have engaged daphne to such a filthy family.... They are blood traitors for Merlin's sake!!.

So it was her responsibility to make her best friend to realise that it had been a mistake, they still have time to change the pact, maybe give them some money or food so they let Daphne free?.

Hermione sighed inwardly, she hopes so, her mother had said so much about the weasley family, how they are such filthy bastard's, how they brainwash people to get what they want.

Her mother had also revealed the fact that the weasley family head, Arthur weasley had tried to get her father's friendship but due to Mr.malfoys helpful intervention he had been rescued, that's the reason her father cut all of his ties with them.

Maybe she should request her father's or Mr.malfoys help to save daphne. Yes, she will do it, if that's what is required to save her best friend. Then her other side, the practical brain of her started to argue too.

But why do you hate the weasleys? Just because your mother and the malfoys hate them? No, you don't hate the weasleys, not really.

You're not trying to save Daphne from the Weasley's isn't it? You're trying to stop them from getting together.

No way, i wouldn't. Why would I do that? I just wants to see Daphne to be with a nice guy, to be happy.

She knows him better than you do. She knows that he is a good guy. She is happy, but you don't want to see him with her because that will bring you a great pain.

I don't love him, the irrotational side of her screamed. It's just draco likes it, so I just do it to make him happy.

We both know that, but then we also know that there is something more to it.

She gritted her teeth, hermione always hates this side of her, where she has to accept the truth to know one but to herself, she till now never lost to anyone but herself.

And she has to accept the truth, that why she does it, taunting him, making fun of him.

Because she likes to watch him getting mad with anger or any intense feeling from him that makes her knickers go wet. The passion in his eyes when he gets angry has never failed to arouse her. His red hair, how his ocean blue eyes turns to a darker shade and how his entire face and ears go red. Lust, that's what it is.

Yes! She is lusting after ronald weasley, the fiance of her best friend and the archnemesis of her own fiance draco malfoy.

But that doesn't mean she does not like draco, she does like him, love him even. She had it all planned finishing studies getting a job in the ministry, marrying draco and have his children, them living happily as a family.

Her lust for Ronald weasley is just a mistake that happened due to her inability to control her feelings, just hormones. A hormonal mistake from her age eleven.

Hermione huffed into her mattress, damn it, just get your mind together. Don't think of him, don't think of him.

But whatever she may say, the damage has already done. Red, fury face of him started to appear inside her mind and she felt her knickers getting soaked.

This was her dirty secret since she turned fourteen, she tried to control it but it only got increased from it as an effect. An uncontrollable lust.

She whispered a silencio around her before throwing her wand to the foot of her bed.

Her hands slowly inched lower, past her belly button, she lifted her top, pushing her fingers through her pants.

She hissed as her fingers touched her own clit, slowly starting to circle it. She thought of him, his face getting a brilliant shade of red, his eyes sparkle as it starts to get darker with passion.

She pushed one finger into herself, clenching tightly around it before long, she felt a wave of pleasure hit her and she came within seconds "Ahh.... ronald" she moaned before her eyes snapped opened.

Thank God, she silenced her bed.
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It was the half- first day of classes after Christmas break, everything was nice for ron and harry except potions obviously.

"Do you think we can finish the report, he gave us?" Harry asked biting his grapes "Ron...Ron!!"

Ron whipped his head, turning to harry as if he had just woken out of a trance "W-what?"

"What were you looking at?"

"Nothing. What were you talking about again?"

Harry sighed, eyeing his friend suspiciously, before he asked the question again "Do you think we can finish the report, snape gave us today?"

"No way! Maybe, we could ask to parvathi" ron suggested thoughtfully, though lavender will never give it back to us.

"Maybe you could ask her, I'm sure she will give it to you" harry sniggered while ron looked confused "Um.. Nothing. So, where is ginny?"

"I'm looking for her too, her class should have been ended twenty minutes ago..."

"Well there she is" Harry finished glaring at the doorway.

Ron followed his gaze and spotted Ginny and Neville entering the great hall hand-in-hand, smiling.

They parted when they came near to her brother with Neville letting ginny go and walking past the trio hurriedly not wanting to meet the glares of the two boys.

"What were you doing with him?" Ron demanded.

"What... I'm doing with MY fiance is none of your business" ginny warned before pilling up her plate with foods.

Ron looked at harry for support but found the bespectacled boy strangely silent glaring in the direction of where Neville gone.

"You okay mate" ron asked softening up.

"Oh, Yeah. I'm" harry said airily before starting to eat up.

"So are you ready?" Ginny said beside him after several minutes of silence.

"Huh? Ready for what.." ron asked with his mouth full and confused.

Ginny looked at harry to share a smile "To patrol with Granger of course".

"Ughh, don't remind me" ron groaned hitting his head on the lunch table "Isn't there any way to escape this?" He asked at them both looking for some help.

"Nah. Mate, i don't think there is any, but you have to be careful though, heard she is a bit of a control freak during rounds" harry warned looking over his shoulders at the slytherin table as if he is scared that hermione would hear.

"She IS a freak, alright!" Ginny said with a laugh "What you gonna do?"

"No idea.... I'd rather go to dinner with snape then patrolling the corridors with her" Ron slumped.

"Oh, cheer up you have mouth too, don't hold back just because she is a girl or she is Daphne's best friend" ginny said firmly.

"As if I don't want to" he muttered.

"Then what's holding you back?" Harry asked eagerly.

"She is girl harry, i don't fight with girls" ron lied back.

"You thinks girls can't take care of themselves? You think she won't stand a chance against you?" Ginny asked heatedly.

"What? I didn't mean it that way..." He said defensively "It's just....I don't fight well with girls, especially her".

"Then you better keep your distance from her" harry shrugged.

"Oh, believe me if there's a thing I wouldn't do even for a load of galleons is being ten feet near her".

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Hermione tapped her foot impatiently, eyeing her watch from time to time.

It had been nearly ten minutes late now past the time they should have started their patrolling.

But ronald weasley still isn't here.

Well, what more could she expect from a irresponsible idiot like that, maybe she could teach him some lesson. Just before she was beginning to think what jinx she should use on him, heavy footsteps neared her.

She glanced at the direction to see ron weasley walking over to her, as calmly as he could not a care for the world.

"You are late!" She shrieked making him jump abruptly.

He looked at her surprised, which soon turned into a glare at her once, before he walked past her muttering "Yeah.... yeah" in a bored fashion.

Did he.... did he just waved her off...No one did that to her, not on her face anyway.

HOW DARE HE?!

She had to take a deep breath and an extreme amount of self restriction not to claw and rip him to shreds.

She did not want to have a fight with daphne again, it already took a lot of effort and apologies from her side to make her best friend to talk to her again for the previous night fight.

Pursing her lips together, she started to walk fast and past him, wanting to quickly finish the patrol and escape his infuriating presence.

Ron glared at the back of her head, he hated her guts, all of her actually.

Look how she is walking, chin high, shoulders straight as if she owns the fucking castle, just because her father is the richest wizard in the whole wizarding world.

Ron eyed her posture from back, where she was searching through every class in a snobbish, arrogant posture.

Truth to be told it is an exact match for her and malfoy, she is the perfect figure for Mrs.malfoy.

But it's such a waste as she is going to marry that ferret, she is gorgeous.

"No, she is not" He grumbled under his breath.

Hermione turned around to eye ron skeptically "What?" She snapped.

"Nothing" he said his ears turning red. Thank merlin for the darkness around them. She gave a huff and begin to walk again checking all the classes.

Ron hated this part of him, which feels attraction for her, ever since he seen her in the arms of Viktor krum during yule ball.

She is a bloody Slytherin and the fiance of malfoy, there is also a fact she is the one who always taunts him just to make her boyfriend happy.

And he have a fiance, daphne greengrass. His best friend and such a good girl, she is gorgeous too but then why he hadn't felt in that way towards daphne? He can't tell it's so difficult to map his feelings.

He felt something when he saw her for the first time at the entrance of the great hall while they were walking to sorting.

She had been there, clutching her hand with Daphne also standing with malfoy.

That's the first day he started hating her, when she let out a 'there is something here' and gestured to his nose where there was some black dirt, making everyone one of them to laugh.

She still hates her with his every part except his heart, which thinks she is a beauty. It's true that he likes daphne better than Granger but that doesn't mean he can't have a crush.

Maybe that's all it is, just a stupid crush. Yes, he found her annoying. She was such a know-it-all, and her arrogance and snobbish attitude were enough to irk him from miles away. And yet, he couldn't resist the charm now at a silent night like this.

He assumed it was because unlike the classes, where she talked incessantly, answering all questions and probing the teachers for more notes, here, she hardly spoke. He certainly wasn't complaining, he realised that he liked her silent form better.

Heck, without the contempt with which she graced the others during the day, her face looked rather pretty, beautiful. Her hair was insane and yet somehow extremely gorgeous.

He wondered if it was the moonlight, filtering in through the high windows in the hallway and casting a soft light on her delicate features, that made her look so breathtaking. Or was it the way her soft curls fell on her face? Or perhaps the way she tucked them behind her ears with those delicate fingers? Maybe it was those rare occasions when she looked up at him with those big brown eyes.

He didn't quite know. It took a few months for Ron to realise that he was done for. Of all the girls in Hogwarts, he, Ron Weasley, was falling for a snobbish Slytherin. He kept telling himself that it was all futile and he was being an absolute dork. But he still couldn't resist the pull.

There was something about her he couldn't explain. He wanted to tell Harry but there was never a good moment.

But he has no idea to act upon it, he was going to just try and move on with daphne trying to forget Granger.

He had been so deep into his thoughts that he didn't see her stopping suddenly, so he walked into her back.

"Watch where you're going weasley..... are you sleeping or something!" She hissed in rage.

"Sorry" ron said his face taking a deep red, hermione frowned at seeing that.

"Get back to your common room now, the patrol is over" she ordered taking a arrogant posture of keeping her one hand on her hip.

Ron rolled his eyes "Bloody Know-it-all" he muttered before pushing past her.

"Excuse me! I heard that weasley...." She shrieked behind him.
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It was the next day, first class at the potions harry really got to see ron as he soon walked into his dorm after coming back from his patrol.

"So... How did it go?" Harry asked excitedly.

"It's boring" ron said looking around and making sure that snape hadn't entered the class still "we walked through the corridors, no talking".

"No talking at all?" Harry asked perplexed.

"Not once" ron shrugged, just then snape barged into the room.

"Submit your assignments on my desk now!" he barked his orders, pointedly looking at ron and harry.

"Fuck! Harry... Did you?..."

"Nope" harry replied miserably before looking at his dorm mates and the girls, who looked just as scared as him.

"But sir, the deadline is for tomorrow" parvathi suggested with a grimace.

"Well, then I'm making it now. Take out the assignments" he said making the gryffindors jump, the slytherins were sniggering with glee.

"Bloody git!" Ron grumbled as malfoy smirked smugly at him.

"I take it from all your sullen looks that not one of you has finished the assignments, well I don't have to check the Slytherins as everyone of them are Responsible and know better than to not complete it" the potion master smirked at the gryffindors who all rolled their eyes.

"So as a punishment, I'm making you all pair up with the Slytherin, to get teached by them as we all know the most brilliant students in hogwarts are in my house" he said pointing at Draco, granger and daphne.

Ron smiled at daphne hoping to get paired up with her so to avoid the other two evil snakes.

"I will be calling your names with the pair you're going to team up for the rest of the year, so you can go and stand with them. Is that understood Weasley?!" Snape barked glaring at ron, who nodded his head nervously.

"Pansy parkinson and dean thomas!" Dean almost cried at the look pansy shot him. He picked up his belongings miserably before walking over to the evil witch to stand by her.

"Crabbe and Seamus Finnegan!" Seamus had a relaxed expression as everyone know the bulk looking guy wouldn't do anything without the orders from his master, so he will be probably alright in comparison with the others.

"Lavender and blaise zabini!"

"Parvathi patel and goyle!" The two girls also looked a little happy too, as they both know blaise was not so much into violence as he always avoids gryffindors whereas goyle was just the same as crabbe.

The last three pairing was the most crucial among all, as it includes the most important rivals such as harry, ron, draco and hermione. Meanwhile, Draco started to talk loudly in the guise of 'whispering'.

"Yuck. I couldn't even think pairing up with potter or weasley. Even thinking about pairing with weasley make me nauseating, atleast potter with not stench much" he said glaring pointedly at ron.

Ron looked down at his feet, his ears red. Harry shot a murderous look towards the blond, at the same time all the slytherins laughed.

Even snape was not all that much fool to put Draco with one of potter or weasley. He accepted it would be equivalent to feeding a firecracker to a blast ended skewt and he doesn't always wanted to get pinned on it.

So he paired them up with the persons he thought it will do good.

"Potter and hermione!"

"Draco and longbottom!"

"Weasley and Daphne!"
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Hermione had been sleeping peacefully when someone tapped her awake. Squinting her eyes she looked up and found pansy shushing her and pointing at the clock on the wall.

She sighed annoyed before they both glanced over at Daphne's bed to make sure she is still asleep.

Soon they got out of the fifth year slytherin girl's dorm and walking up the stairs of boys dorms.

When hermione opened the door she found draco pacing in the centre of the room with blaise, crabbe and goyle already sat up in their bed waiting for the girls arrival.

"Okay, Draco. What it is that so important, you can't wait until morning? And why do you want me to not tell daphne about it?" Hermione asked with a serious expression, hands on her hips, pansy taking a place on Draco's bed "I have classes in the morning and also I have to go to the library....."

But she could continue any of her rambling draco cut her off "Merlin, hermione will you just give it a break. Let me talk and all?"

Hermione gave a huff and sat on a table nearby nodding him to go on.

"Actually, i called all of you here to say that I have a great plan to destroy the gryffindors within using weasel" Draco sneered before turning to hermione "But I need your help with that".

"Me?"

"Yes, you hermione. Only you can do it"

"Really draco? Is this about you wanting me to mocking weasley?..... if that's what this is, i already told you i cant do it anymore as i promised daph. She is my best friend and i dont want to spoil it, so you dont have to wake me up in the middle of the night".

The others around her sighed impatiently with hearing her talking continously while draco grimaced 'Jeez, will she ever just shut up for once? and i have to bear it all my life, so that father and i can get all the grangers money'

"No... no that's not it. If that's what I wanted i would have said it to you in front of daphne, but now there is a reason I did not invite her in"

"Yeah? And what's that?"

"I want you to seduce weasley....I want you to make him fall in love with you" draco said as if he was getting an award for finding a great invention.

"What?!" Hermione shrieked with a disgusted face, thinking of herself and weasley together, while her friends made gagging noises "Are you serious?".

"Yes I'm Hermione, so sure for that matter. Have you ever found it, no I don't think so, i think it's only me that noticed it" draco said thoughtful.

"You want me to seduce him? Your own fiance to... to kiss him and stuff" hermione said almost scared as one part of her rather liked that idea.

"No of course not! I don't want you to even touch him and I know you wouldn't want that too.... to touch something so filthy" Draco spat with venom "And for a fact I know you wouldn't want to touch someone like HIM, when you have someone like ME" he said pointing to himself.

"I noticed he started eyeing you this year, from the start of fifth year, i think our dear weasel have a crush on you, but it's not a surprise to me considering you're one of the hottest girl in hogwarts and with how rich you are. I'm sure weasel is after your money".

Hermione blushed "Yo-You think, I'm hot?" She asked tentatively but draco isn't listening.

"So, i want you to seduce him, to make him fall deeper into the pit, to make him think you like him. So that when it's all are finally over we can also stick it to potter and weaslette that their brother and best friend obeys you like a obedient sub and humiliate them before the whole of hogwarts and I wouldn't be surprised if the losers drop their livewire in their bath" draco started to laugh, when the others joined in imagining the humiliation it would bring on the gryffindorks.

But hermione wasn't laughing she was in deep thought, on one hand her Slytherin side seen it cheap, her with someone like RON WEASLEY was so disgusting that she could rather die than even thinking of flirting with him.

But on the other hand, deep inside her, for her lustful side it was an intriguing thought. She seducing him, making him her pet, keeping him between her legs before humiliating him, watching his face go red with anger and embarrassment, his eyes so dark with fury and passion, keeping him always under her control but never letting him go so she can also stick it to Ginny and Harry that their brother and best friend sleeps with her like a obedient sub.

"I'm in" hermione chimed in determined to get on with his plan without even a thought of Daphne and how the stupid plan is going to affect her life and friendships.

"That's my girl" Draco clapped before continuing "You start tomorrow".

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Ron weasley walked to the corridor where he know she will be waiting for him but also hoped not.

He jumped several feets high in the air as her voice hit him "Weasley..... You're late.... again!!" She shrieked.

Ron slapped the palm of his hand on top of his chest to jump start his heart which seemed to stop suddenly in fear.

He turned to glare at hermione, who glared back with venom before a calculating expression hit her and her face softened.

He was surprised to see so much expression changes in just a second and had an urge to find what she could be thinking within the evil brilliant mind of hers.

But hermione just turned and started walking ahead of him silently indicating that he should follow her and he did.

They walked in silence for several minutes in the dark room illuminated by only the torches, checking the empty classrooms for any possible couples.

A few minutes went by before something surprising happened "I'm sorry for how draco behaved yesterday.... in potions" she said so softly, that if it hadn't be silence he wouldn't have heard it well.

He abruptly stopped walking not able to believe his own ears, did the great evil mind Hermione Granger, the arrogant and snobbish, the bloody know-it-all just said _sorry_ ? To _Him_ ?!.

No way his mind is just playing games on him, yeah, that should be it. But whatever he thought to assure himself broken with her next sentence.

"He shouldn't have behaved like that to you....I'm sorry too for all this years. I..I was just trying to irk you that's all. But I didn't mean any of the words i said" she said with a apologetic smile.

He turned around in shock, before looking at her skeptically "Why the sudden change of heart?".

"No, actually, i really didn't had any problems with you to say. I did all that to make draco happy, you know how he is. I'm his fiancé and I thought I too have to do it for him to like me" it was true.... Atleast this time. She did all that for draco, along with more personal reasons that the red should never know.

"Er... It's okay" he said and watched as Granger smiled at him and ron never felt warmer.

"Friends?" She asked extending her hands for him to shake.

Ron looked at her hands, it looked so soft, so small and he wanted to caress and kiss it. He took a deep breath to subside this thoughts and shook her hands, both smiling at one another.

Whereas hermione bit her lips, feeling warm too but for entirely other reasons, his hands are so strong and calloused, she wanted to let it touch her, travel through her body and touch places where she never let anyone before.

They started patrolling again, looking through classes, smiling at one another, blushing when their hands 'accidentally' brush against one another.

It was all over before they even know, the end of patrolling. He glanced at granger, who looked back at him expectantly "Um, i have to...Go. bye"

"Bye, see you tomorrow in the library" Oh, yeah. The study group. He nodded climbing up the stairs to go to the gryffindor common room narrowly missing her smug smirk.
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"....... but why does he have to so cruel to us?" Harry asked agitated.

"Oh, come on harry. It could have been worse" ron sniggered making harry to glare at him.

Harry scoffed "You will say that. You got daphne! Your fiance.... can have a jolly moly time while...I stuck with granger!".

"Oi!! Don't forget, i have to patrol grounds with her...." Ron reminded harry, getting annoyed at his accusations.

They entered the library and stopped dead in their tracks as soon as they saw all the other gryffindors and the slytherins seated in different tables with their pairing with snape placing their seat.

"Sir! Potter and weasel is here" draco smirked looking at them both and sitting before snape who stood in his place and guided their placing.

Snape turned around to glare at the duo "Potter! Weasley! What.... are you both feeling sleepy yet?" He sneered, the Slytherins sniggered "Go and sit with your study partners" he barked.

Harry gritted his teeth while ron turned to smile daphne, who sat on a chair in a corner of the room looking expectantly at him and blushing.

He quickly walked over to her and sat beside her "Hello" he said with a lopsided grin.

"Hello to you too" daphne smiled shyly, her face was so red.

"So? Er.... are we going to..to.."

"Oh, yes. Right, study... yeah" she said and fumbled with the book upside down laughing nervously.

On the other side of the room, across from ron and daphne. Harry sat beside hermione "Potter" she sneered with a nod of her head and harry returned the same with a "Granger".

"I don't want to waste my precious time in greeting you, so if you can just open the book to page 387...."

Harry clenched his hands, anger building up. It was like sitting with female version of malfoy, it's not a surprise actually he already expected it to be considering how he hate them both.

He turned to the said page, ready for the next command but when he didn't get one he side glanced at her and found her eyeing ron and daphne with narrowed eyes.

Harry scoffed inwardly, she must be really angry at her friend for flirting with a gryffindor, that too a weasley as the slytherins put it out.

Draco too was watching the interaction between ron and daphne, it seems like they both will die just from blushing and that's not his plan.

He turned his head and found hermione glaring at the couple, he somehow got her attention and gestured towards the couple while Hermione nodded her head, both oblivious to the fact that harry was noticing their weird wordless conversation.

Hermione know this is not the plan, that to work Draco's plan she should distract ron from daphne and instead make him to focus completely on her.

She also felt a bad feeling at how close they were being with each other and the damn blushing, it's just she isn't love with weasley only lustful but how could he do that with Daphne like that when he did exactly that with _her_ just yesterday night.

"I will be going now and I hope you all to concentrate on your studies and be responsible like the slytherins" he said glaring at every gryffindors before walking out swooping his robes on the floor.

As soon as he left all the slytherins got up, packing their things and walked over to another table sitting around it and chatting together, the gryffindors soon followed except two pairs.

Ron and daphne sat as that, not wanting to sit away from each other and spending time in the name of studying.

Whereas when harry started to get up to join his friends hermione glared at him "Where do you think you are going potter?" She spat.

"To join my friends as can you see what happens around us" harry said not even looking in her direction just putting the books back into his bag.

"Do try to leave and I'll make sure you get a severe detention from professor snape" she smirked.

Harry looked at her in disbelief "You can't be serious" he whispered incredulously "Everybody is doing it" he said pointing at the slytherin table.

"Well, I'm not everyone. I'm a responsible student who wants to complete the task given by her professor. So if you sit.... Please".

Harry was taken aback from her saying please. The Hermione Granger just said please to a gryffindor?! Surely I'm not in another dimension or something.

"Please potter, i like to help you with your studies" she said her hands clasped together in her lap, nails digging into the other hand. She couldn't take it herself, she just said please, two times, to him wanting to make a good impression with potter for weasley for to fall in love with her. That's the part of the plan.

Harry nodded feeling uncomfortable with her being friendly but sat any way to learn together.

Some time passed with harry just following her voice and writing notes before it stopped altogether. He side glanced through his glasses to find her glaring at the couple across, who were laughing silently and happily, with such venom and he know something is going on.

Harry was even about to ask her what it is when suddenly her face changed into a soft smile, directed at ron, who smiled back with uncertainty.

Ron had been happily passing time, reading, laughing and making jokes with daphne when he felt someone's eyes on him. He looked up to see Granger smiling at him while Harry's eyes were on the book. He don't know what to do, so he smiled back uncertainly.

"Did you completed it ron? Ro-.." daphne looked up and found ron and hermione watching each other, eventually she came to a conclusion on her own "Just let it go ron.... she promised to me, even if she want to she can't do anything with me here. Alright?".

Ron nodded his head all of a sudden feeling guilty, his eyes widened when Daphne's hands squeezed his thighs.

Hermione gritted her teeth when she saw Daphne's hand move to him and obviously taking it wrong, she had an sudden urge to go disrupt whatever that was happening.

"I'll just be back, you continue with your notes" she said airily, standing up and walking over to the couples. The slytherins were the only ones sat near whereas the gryffindors were sitting in a distance that they can't see her taking place on the other side of ron, except harry who continued to watch her suspiciously.

"Do you mind if I sit here" hermione asked before sitting herself and sighing in relief when she found Daphne's hand on only his thighs.

"Hermione, if you are here to.." daphne started in accusatory tone before hermione spoke.

"Oh, no daphne. You taken me wrong. Me and ron are good friends now, you can ask him yourself, i even apologized for everything I did yesterday.... Isn't it right ron?" She asked innocently.

"Err..... yeah, actually" he grimaced. He thought daphne would get angry with him for hiding it but was surprised when she clapped her hands happily and smiled at them.

"Oh, wow. That's so nice!! Thanks Hermione".

"Oh, please daph. You have to thanks ron for it, for having a heart to forgive me" she said her squeezing his other thigh so close to his private.

His breath hitched and avoided both his thighs coming in contact, not wanting to make them know they both had their hands on him and that's making his cock to get harden.

Nearby in the Slytherin table Draco smirked watching Ron's face, taking it as his plan working properly by his fiance, not even knowing where her hands are at currently.

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Ron smiled broadly as he watched his friends play explosive snap. He is lost in contemplation, however.

She gave some serious thought to a particular Slytherin while also keeping in mind the fact that she belonged to that house. How on earth could he possibly justify that?

It had been a few weeks since they all gathered in the library for group study. For a few days, everything went well, but then both houses began to shun the library and walk off. Surprisingly, Snape didn't seem to mind.

He, Daphne, Harry, and Granger were the only four individuals that remained. He and the Slytherin develop into at least somewhat of excellent friends or companions.

It's not like they converse and have fun, though; most of the time, they just stroll side by side, smile, and briefly discuss their studies and the people in their homes. On occasion, she unintentionally brushes her hand across his before turning to face him and flashing a timid smile.

The library studies have also improved significantly. She occasionally joins him and Daphne before giving Harry some homework, and the three of them chat about topics completely unrelated to the assignment before he tells a joke that makes both girls laugh.

Ron didn't want to consider Harry's peculiar conduct but he couldn't help but wonder if maybe Harry had fallen for her like him. He had often invited Harry to join them, but he always shook his head and looked at Granger with scepticism.

No! No, he didn't fall for her; the reason is... What is it exactly?

Ron groaned quietly since he was unsure of how to express his feelings for her. Daphne is his best friend, and he enjoys spending time with her, thus it is obvious that he loves her. Also, they have a history of engagement and long-term plans to start a family.

Yet, he also experienced a small bubble of euphoria and excitement around Granger, which made him envious and possessive of her. He can only now refer to it as a dumb crush because, unlike his eternal love for Daphne, crushes only last a few days or weeks before they vanish for no apparent reason. Until things took a turn for the worst, the four of them would spend their time in the library.

It was a Sunday, which meant there were no courses or group studies, but he still had the urge to see her—not Daphne, but Granger—and went to find her by herself in the library. He stared at her until her eyes suddenly opened, showing how surprised she was to see him. Everyone eventually learned and reacted in the same way, as if his weekend excursion to the library was equivalent to a muggle doing wandless magic. Daphne learned that the poor, innocent girl is finally making an effort to perform well in school. She is also glad that Hermione is there to help him clear up any worries he may have, and it will give her best friend and fiance a better chance to get along.

He began frequenting the library on weekdays out of sheer stupidity. Everyone figured he was getting ready for his OWLs. But he was aware of what it was. He could only observe her at that moment when she was alone, surrounded by books, taking notes, and clearly in love with what she was doing. He observed that she had a propensity to lick her bottom lip when reading those massive volumes that he was certain no one else in the class bothered to touch.

He used to adore the way her face would light up when she and her best friend Daphne would talk animatedly. Then there were those wonderful times when she would bite her lower lip and then slowly let go. He genuinely wanted to approach her, take the book out of her hands, grab her in his arms, and snog her till she passed out. He fantasised about gently nipping their lips. He pictured himself wrapping his fingers around those delicate hair, burying his face in her nape, and suffocating in the scent of her. He frequently dreamed about undoing the high neck robes she was wearing so he could trail his lips over her smooth, creamy flesh. But, he was well aware that he loved Daphne, so he categorised it as lust for Granger despite all of his fantastical fantasies that both kept him awake at night and haunted his sleeping hours.

That took place on a Monday. The first time he saw her on the patrols after his return, she remarked, "You didn't come yesterday. When did she start sounding sweet instead of unpleasant, he wondered.

He was sincere when he responded, "Well, um, I was weary, so I slept in," as he had spent the day before the weekend soaring around the ground and playing with Harry. As a result, he slept all day on Sunday. He took a deep breath and smiled at her, hoping that his heartbeat wouldn't be heard by anybody else.

He tried his best to restrain himself from shoving her back against the stone walls and snogging her till she passed out. "Oh," she replied quietly, her mesmerising eyes meeting his in concern. "I missed you... I mean during studying," she added.

Instead, he uttered "Ah..." as his ears began to flush. He was relieved that the dim light at least covered his burning face.

Ron had never experienced such a rush of adrenaline in his entire life as he did at that time. She turned and glanced up at him again, and in the moonlight that had chosen to illuminate her face at that that moment, he saw her grin at him before she blushed and looked away.

Harry, on the other hand, warned him to exercise caution with Granger and claimed that the Malfoy couple were up to something. Ron shared that scepticism, wondering how Draco could approve of his fiance's friendship with a Weasley since Harry had always been so suspicious of Malfoy. He might simply be viewing them with the wrong set of eyes.

It is a Sunday and the only time he gets to watch Granger alone, so he sighed before checking the time. He got up. He said, "All right people, I'm heading to the library," and everyone waved back while casting doubtful glances at him. He is aware that his best friend knows him better than he knows himself, but he ignores this information and concentrates on the game instead. Ron thanked Harey for not following him or anything as he left the picture hole and headed for the library.
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He arrived in the library a bit later than normal hoping to catch her looking for him, but was disappointed to find that she wasn't there. In addition, there were no other students or members of Madam Pince's class in the library, leaving only the books.

He lingered in the corridor just behind the desk she typically used. Two quiet voices could soon be heard on the opposite side of the shelf.

He was familiar with such voices. He paced while watching for Parkinson to go, picking up various books to give the impression that he was occupied.

He heard pansy say, "He isn't here today," and realised right away to whom she was referring. He scratched the back of his neck while grinning to himself. They did, after all, talk about him.

Granger responded, "Excellent," and Ron's grin wavered at her tone.

Pansy inquired once more, "So how is the drama going on?," and as Ron drew nearer, his heart twisted with dread.

When all I want to do is throw up, trying to make a coy face at him is quite aggravating, pans. He was speechless as he stood there, trying to convince himself that perhaps they weren't even talking about him. Her subsequent statement, however, completely dashed any hope. Hermione continued, "I'm going to kill Draco. I informed him that it was a bad idea! How in the world will me making out with Weasley aid in my plan to exact vengeance on the Gryffindors?

"So it's not functioning, then?"

"Oh, he is certainly charmed. So what have I discovered exactly? He rarely speaks!

Why not approach him directly?

He may be stupid, but he isn't a complete moron. I had hoped that by this point I would have gained his trust and perhaps even started to win him over. But no," she muttered angrily.

As he stood motionless, there was the sound of girlish giggling. He had unwittingly entered the very well-planned game that was all of it.

So you'll continue the plan into the following year?

"Oh no!" Hermione exclaimed. "What if, over the summer, he gets all brazen and decides to snog me? I don't want to waste my first kiss "She said, her words oozing contempt. "How many times must I wash my hands after we "accidentally" brush hands, do you know? Mother claims that filth is where all diseases thrive. I'm not doing it in any way!"

"But Herms, you have to give Draco credit for his keen observational abilities. For weeks following Christmas, only he witnessed Weasley staring at you." Before Pansy spoke again, the females exchanged snickers. You have to admit that Weasley looks decent at least. She claimed she was attempting to plant notions in the other girls' minds so she could be herself around Draco.

"Pans, good looks don't make up for empty pockets. If the school found out what I was doing, just picture the horror! Imagine how embarrassed and repulsed I would feel if our names were uttered together. as if I were to harbour feelings for him" She told a lie.

She was unable to ignore the strange emotions he caused her to experience during the prolonged group study sessions in the library, where all he did was sit next to Daphne and observe her teaching pottery, despite her best efforts. Nobody had ever regarded her in that manner.

Before they ran the other way after getting a glare from Draco and his pals, she undoubtedly had boys swooning and racing after her. Yet, Ronald Weasley possessed something more that she was unable to precisely articulate and, upon further reflection, even fully appreciate.

He was also a Weasley, though. A perfect suitor wasn't supposed to be poor or from a line of blood traitors. His father's love of Muggles and meagre wealth had no benefit for him. His association with Potter was his sole source of fame. But most significantly, he and his family stood in partnership with Harry Potter, the young man who overcame Lord Dark and did his best, in uncle Lucius' words, to protect witches and wizards from the evil muggles. Simply put, the disadvantages were simply too great for them to be disregarded for the sake of a momentary heart flutter.

Then there was her sinister dream, a burning need she had. It had been a different group project. Potter and Weasley had already arrived and were seated at their respective tables when she and Daphne arrived. He was seated slightly in front of her but inside her line of sight.

She had focused on teaching Potter for as long as she could without glancing at him, but she had sensed his eyes on her, and something about the way he watched her did not make her feel uneasy. It was illogical. Her need to look up, acknowledge his presence, and gaze into those stunning eyes had made it difficult for her to focus on her task. She had finally caved in to the temptation because she was unable to control her feelings. That expression had a raw quality to it. When their eyes met, his attention slowly moved to her lips. It might have taken only a few heartbeats before he looked up abruptly, ears blazing with embarrassment. She should have been outraged, so she questioned why she wasn't; perhaps it had something to do with the perplexing pull she felt just below her navel. All she could think about was getting that attractive face close to hers so she could count the countless freckles, lick and taste them, and run her fingers through that stunning hair.

She yearned to know whether his lips could deliver on the promise he carried in his gaze. She wasn't trying to hide the blush that had crept up her cheeks. It took a long time for her brain to register that she was doing foolishly, even after he turned away.

The emotion she had had that afternoon had vanished, submerged in the depths of all she knew to be wrong and inappropriate for her station and upbringing, and it had only surfaced in her nightmares. When her defences were at their weakest, in the dead of night, she dreamed of that face, wondered what would have happened if she had taken the chance, and imagined what it would have been like to have his lips on hers and his head between her knees.

"You know, I'm amazed Draco kept his word. He even intended to photograph Weasley's crush on you to display in the great hall, but he chose to keep it a secret. The rest of the Gryffindors, as well as Potter's reaction, I was sure he'd announce just to see," stated Pansy.

So, I guess I had to, didn't I? Hermione carried on in a cold manner. "That was my biggest stipulation; I wanted to make him proud and happy by being his devoted fiancée, but in any case, I'm not endangering my family name by being associated with a Weasley. You know, even if he had wanted me to make out with Potter, I could still have understood. Oh no! To allay suspicion, he desired that it be Weasley! Draco is a dunderhead. If Weasley hadn't been able to become friends with Potter on the first day of the train, I mean, what even would he be? Who could ever remember him?

He is bold, Herms, so hurry up.

"Pans, please! It takes no bravery to go into trouble. He merely does so to prevent Potter from replacing him as Potter's best friend."

Ron ran out of things to hear. His own being was burning from the pain. But who could he really blame? He didn't require any further information even though they were still conversing. He had heard enough and just like that the small bubble he made in his heart, containing happiness burst out making his hate towards Granger to swell ten fold.

He persisted in hiding until Parkinson left. But, he needed Hermione Granger to be aware that she had been discovered, in order to check for signs of guilt in those eyes. He waited until he heard the other girl go before he took a few more moments to take a big breath before emerging from the shadows to where she was sitting.

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Her face lit up for a moment as their eyes met. But he continued to look at her expressionlessly, noticing for the first time how fake she really was. There was a look of confusion in her eyes when he did not smile back, and then those beautiful lips curled into a cruel smile as the realisation hit her. She shrugged and shook her head mockingly as if laughing at his foolishness before returning back to her book.

"Why would you do that to me" he said with gritted teeth and controlled calmness, his hands clenched at his back.

She stood up abandoning her books "First of all weasley, the only one to blame here is you" she smirked.

"I mean how could you be so stupid, what could I practically get from someone like you? I'm a princess! My father is the richest wizard in the whole wizarding world and I'm engaged to an very important man's son in the same world, whereas you are nothing!!... what woman would want you? I'm sure daphne is just being with you out of pity" she scorned before lifting her chin up in a proud way and moving ahead a few paces. "I'd rather bath in a pool of fire rather than stoop to your level of filth anyway". Her face hot and angry.

"So you tried to use me to get revenge at my entire house" He stepped closer, and towered over her. He was very angry, his blue eyes flaring and his whole form looked dead sexy.

She hissed her rage at him, her nipples hardening almost against her will "Yes, i did! And what are you going to do about it?".

With fury almost rendering him blind, Ron moved forward and even before she noticed, his much taller form was right next to her in her personal space.

"W-What are y-you doing?" she asked panic-stricken, all haughtiness from moments ago wiped off that pretty face as she backtracked.

"Showing you what 'filth' actually feels like, Granger," he replied, nothing but anger and hurt guiding him. He grabbed hold of her upper arms and shoved her back against the shelf, not very gently either. Some primitive part of his brain cheered as he pressed his body to hers, holding her in place while his fingers cupped her face. He angled her face up and cutting off any protest from her, captured her lips roughly with his. His heart hammered away in his chest as he closed his eyes at her touch. He vaguely registered her squirming against him but he could neither stop nor think. He deepened the kiss as she let out a gasp. He felt her soft curves blend against his, and all the dreams he had once had surfaced along with all the hurt she had caused.

He poured the hurt back by intensifying his assault. Shuddering a little, he bit down on her lip, just about holding back from actually hurting her, and quickly ran his tongue over the bite. He heard a small gasp and sucked hard, vaguely realising that at this rate, she'd probably be left with a bruising and he couldn't say when she did stopped struggling. He stopped and looked at smugly to see the hurt in her face only this time she was who kissed him.

They kissed fiercely for what seemed to be hours, but was really just a handful of seconds. As their tongues entwined, and Ron's hands twirled strands of Hermione's hair, they seemed detached from all. Then with a snap, they pulled apart.

Satisfied that he did kiss her and it will make her feel disgust and hurt on herself, he walked past Hermione but she grabbed him by the shoulder, turning him around, before kissing him again.

This time, no one broke the kiss. Ron's hands began to search throughout her body, through her hair, over her shoulders, down her arms, across her breasts, down her stomach to her hips, their was a chaotic ecstasy to it, as they silently groped each other, their tongues locked in fiercest battle.

Hastily, and clumsily, they removed each-others robes, Ron's hands then hastily tearing at the buttons of Hermione's blouse, pulling them open, one by one. Hermione wasted no such time on Ron, simply tearing the shirt asunder, and letting it fall off him on its own.

Ron was panicking, he didn't know what to do or what was going on, only fuelled by the anger and lust, and so, looking at the lust in her eyes, he continued his path, kissing down her neck and shoulder, and then coming to her breasts, with his teeth he undid the clasp of her bra, leaving her utterly topless.

He stared at her big, full and round, succulent tits, and her puffy pink nipples. Suddenly he felt her hands at his waist, undoing the clasp of his belt, and before Ron could work out what was happening, her pants, and his boxers, were on the floor. He was naked, and Granger was topless. In a split second all time seemed to stop, and it dawned on Ron exactly where they were headed with this, but he didn't have a clue why, all he knew was the mad glint in Granger's eye, and his own overpowering teenage hormones, he knew where they were going, and he couldn't wait.

Time unfroze, as she jumped up onto one of the tables, sitting on it with her legs over the side. Both behaving as a mindless animals not minding what happened before or will happen later and was powered by the lust for each other which was just let loose started to get deep into it, ron came to stand in front of her.

He runs his hands into her wild hair and kisses her. She responds and puts her hands into his hair. Ron gently sucks her bottom lip into his mouth and then kisses her jaw, down her throat feeling the beating of her heart against his lips and tongue. He nips at her collar bone and continues down until his lips brush against her nipple.

Hermione gasps and tightens her grip in Ron’s hair. Ron flicks out his tongue, just tracing the tip of it over her nipple.

Hermione presses her chest forward, silently begging for more. He sucks her nipple into his mouth and holds it gently between teeth while flicking his tongue and rolling her other nipple in his fingers.

“Oh, Ron" Hearing his name said in a throaty, lusty way from her made him almost cum in his pants. He sucks one more time and then continues to kiss down Hermione’s body while gently pushing her back so that she is lying back on the table. He runs his hands up her legs and under her skirt, pulling her panties down while kissing her stomach. He struggles for a moment until he finds the closure on her skirt and removes that as well. He kneels in front of her and looks at her laying there; perky tits, hard nipples, flat smooth stomach, and her creamy thighs parted right in front of him. He rubs his dick and moans.

Ron kisses the inside of her knee and works his way up her leg. Using his hands he pushes her thighs apart and his thumbs to gently open her up to him. Granger lets out a whimper and her body is quaking. He leans in and lays his tongue onto her hard clit and licks.

Hermione sees stars and sits bolt upright, grabs Ron’s head and presses his face to her. “Oh Merlin. Oh my God.”

Ron presses her back on to the table and grins maniacally as he works his tongue over her nub. Ron pulls back to re-spread her lips.

“No Ron. No, Don’t stop, Please.” The whimpering, begging and pleading cause a wicked glint to appear in Ron’s eyes, a part of his mind took it as a revenge on her, malfoy and the Slytherin.

He wants to hear her beg again. He uses two fingers to spread her while he rubs his cock. He flicks his tongue over her nub causing her to arch up for more, Ron repeats this a few times but pulls back each time.

“Ron… more.” Hermione gasps out and he likes how she calls him ron instead of weasley in her lust induced daze. Without warning Ron’s lips close around her clit and he sucks. Granger screams in pleasure and Ron’s dick twitches in response. He removes his hand from himself and inserts two fingers into her wet, quivering hole. She pulls her feet up onto the bed and her knees are bent. She spreads her legs wide to give Ron as much as he wants to take.

Ron removes his fingers and thrusts his tongue into her, trying to lick every inch of her. She rocks on his face, trying to force his tongue deeper into her, covering his face in her juices.

“Yes...I..I. think I’m almost there!” Hermione gasps out and Ron pulls back. “NO, NO! Please.” Her hips continue to rock against nothing. “Ron, please.” The desperation in her voice pushing Ron closer to his own release. He places a hand on her thigh as he strokes his dick.

“Ron. Please. I want your tongue back in me. Please.”

Continuing to stroke himself he leans back in and releases a hot breath against her. She shivers in anticipation. Ron plunges his tongue back into her and, pressing his tongue hard against her, licks from her hole to her clit. Her body jerks involuntarily and the heat and pleasure that runs through her.

“Tell me what you want pet.” Ron growls against her clit, flicking it lightly with his tongue. The use of a name nick name, humiliated her but also aroused her more, she was so nearly on the edge.

“I…I…I want… damnit weasley… I want you to suck…” she started to order wanting to take the control away from him.

“Suck what kitten?” He demands wanting to hear her say it, he wants to hear her words.

“I… I want you to suck my clit.” She gasps out. He groans against her clit and she tries to rub against him. Ron resumes sucking her clit while pumping two fingers in and out of her.

“Ohhhhh.” Hermione whines above him. She tries to tighten her thighs around his head as her body seizes at the ecstasy that she is experiencing. Ron pushes her leg down and continues to suck, rubbing his tongue over her clit as she grinds against his tongue.

“FUCK!” Hermione screams as her body arches and she feels wave after wave of her orgasm flow through her. Ron continues to suck and lick at her juices as her body rides the waves. Her body finally stills her breathing coming in harsh gasps, as Ron gives one final lick.

Hermione lay back on the table, and with that wild glint in her eyes, waited lustfully for Ron to fuck her. He grabbed her legs, spreading them wide, and then they were but moments from it, his cock just grazing the lips of her expectant cunt, before he plunged in cruelly.

Ron struggled in the extreme tightness to hold himself. The pain that passed through Hermione was immense but she just bit her lip to avoid screaming, the sudden rupture of her hymen, seemed to be of no consequence.

"Good girl" Ron appreciated and lay atop her and began to kiss her again, as he did so, he began to slowly pull his cock out of her, and then reinserted it, completely the painfully slow process several times before he got the hang of what he was doing. Then, he began to pick up his pace.

The pain she felt subsides, still there but not as extreme as before and the pleasure from the friction of his hard, big cock with her slicky walls become more.

The conscious part of Ron's mind remained in activity, the part that kept telling him to stop, he had been humiliated, he shouldn't be having sex with her, the part that kept telling him he'd be caught, the part that kept telling him the consequences of getting caught.

However, that part of the brain was just a whisper now, as he rhythmically pumped his rock-hard cock in and out of Granger's incredibly tight cunt, egged on by her throaty moans, Ron began to speed up, fucking her faster and faster as she writhed beneath him.

Suddenly she began to shake and quiver, her whole body erupting in movement, and her moans became screams of delight, at the change Ron's conscious brain recovered ground. He had to stop, he had to stop, but he didn't, every second that passed he pumped her harder, and deeper, and faster, he could feel himself about to cum. Red lights went off in his head, this he knew he had to stop, what if she got pregnant? He had to pullout, he had to pullout now! But even as he thought it, Hermione let out a great moan, and her back arched, her pussy walls clamping down as she orgasmed.

Ron's escape plan went out the window, as the extra tightness around his cock sent him out of his mind, driving him to push as deep into her as he could, fucking her tight sweet pussy with all his might. Finally he grabbed her by the sides, forced himself in till he could go no further, and with a groan, sprayed her pussy with his hot cum, his teenage seed soaking her insides and filling her womb.

Rolling off her, his dick slid out of her pussy. His mind flew back to him, he needed to get out, and he needed to get out now! He grabbed his clothes off the floor, then picked up his school books, and without a word, fled to his dorm. Hermione remained laying on the table, her legs till splayed; Ron's cum slowly leaking out of cunt, upon her face was a look of perfect happiness. Then she got up, put on her clothes, and returned to her homework as if nothing happened minutes ago.

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Ron weasley walked into the gryffindor common room looking distraught.

He met with the sight of the common room couch filled with ginny and neville, sat holding hands while harry sat in the love seat nearby glaring at the couple discreetly, with the other occupants doing something on their own.

His two friends and his sister looked at the door when they heard the sound of the door closing.

"Hey Ron" ginny said smiling, looking happy.

Ron tried to smile but could only manage a grimace at them before he quickly took off the stairs heading straight to his must-be-empty dorm.

He closed the door behind him and sat down on his bed, almost instantly his eyes started to water and he started crying, hands clasped on his mouth.

What have I done....Di.. did I just raped a girl? No, no I didn't she... she kissed me back, she wanted this. This is not my fault. He thought to himself.

But she is a slytherin...who tried to trap him, using him to take revenge on his house. A girl who broke your heart because of your stupidity.

Oh, god I hate her.

His head between his hands, he cried harder as new tears hit him when he heard footstep outside the dorm door.

He quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeves and sniffed loudly to look as if nothing happened.

Harry Potter entered the room with a grim face, looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"Hey" ron rasped.

Harry took his wand and with quick wand movements locked the door and silenced the room "Okay, talk..."

"Uhm, talk about what?"

"Whatever it is you are upset about" he said with dead finality and sat across from ron on his own bed.

Harry james potter, his best mate who knows him better than anyone, more than his own brothers. He is practically a brother too.

But he don't know saying that he just raped a girl to his friends face will be a good idea, ron thought about the disgust that will appear on Harry's face and shame to be friends with him, Ron's hand started to shiver in panic.

"I..i... Granger... she, she..."

"Did she did something to you" harry asked anger evident in his voice and ron nodded.

He then started to tell what he heard in the library, how he felt a little attracted on her, how she broke his heart and how much he hate all of them.

Of course, he didn't mentioned the other part of what he done to her in the name of revenge.

"That's it?" Harry asked skeptically, sensing there is more to it. Ron nodded again not believing his own voice anymore.

"That bastard!" Harry seethed getting up, his wand tightly gripped in his hands "He couldn't have stooped so low, using his own girlfriend to seduce you... just to get a revenge on us?"

Harry walked towards the door and ron felt more scared than he ever did in his life more than he did when he did for spiders.

The sudden reaction from harry and how it could have grown worse made him think of what will be happening now on the other side.

If harry could get this much angry for this matter, then what would the Slytherins would do for what he did to one of their own, also considering the fact that he is one of their main arch nemesis, Harry's best friend, a gryffindor and above all that a weasley.

He thought of Granger walking up to professor McGonagall, sobbing and wailing that weasley has forced himself on her and raped her on top of a library table, headmaster Dumbeldore summoning him, aurors appearing to bring him to azhkaban, his family and friends ashamed to even look at him. Ginny, his own sister looking at him with disgust... it crushed his heart.

"Harry, no! Stop!"

"Wha- why?" Harry looked at him in disbelief.

"I...I don't want daphne to know, she'll get hurt if she know I felt attracted to Granger, her best friend... and you also know, how much I love her" he lied but it was also true he loves daphne he didn't want her to know about him having felt an little attraction towards her best friend and what he did to her. She is going to know anyway about it in the morning along with the whole school but he don't want it to be coming out of his mouth.

"Fine.... but we will make them pay" harry said with a determination and ron smiled grateful that he let it go. Suddenly there was another knock at the door.

"Oi, what are you two doing there?" A familiar voice called from other side, harry winced before unlocking the door and taking off the silencing charm.

Ginny barged in with neville on tow "What happened" she asked to ron with concern, the red head looked down.

"Err.... he forgot about a homework from snape" harry said awkwardly not knowing if he should present between the two siblings.
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Hermione walked furiously through the dungeons on the goal of getting into her room quickly and quietly before she was spotted by one of friends or worse Draco.

How could she had been so stupid, to let that stupid bastard to do what he did to her.

She couldn't believe herself as how she felt happiness after he fucked her on the table, that too in the library.

She felt disgusted in herself to have had sex with ron weasley, a filthy poor boy nonetheless.

She is a beautiful young woman, her father is the richest wizard ever lived and she just got pumped with weasley sperms, she could still feel his come sliding from between her thighs, her knickers soaked thoroughly both from his fluids and her arousal.

She could go straight to the headmaster or professor McGonagall and complaint him about raping her, that will make draco happy.

Then what? How will she face anyone then with knowing she had sex with a weasley... yuck!.

She will not say to anyone, if someone knows what just happened, she couldn't even think about the shame that will fall on her and her family.

But try as she may, she couldn't control inner battle of her libido screaming and demanding for more of his cock, her another part laughing at herself that there is more than lust, she had for him that's why she reacted happily to it.

That's why she been like nothing ever happened, but she just ignored that part concentrating on her pride of slytherin.

She entered the common room quickly but froze when she saw the whole of her Slytherin friends, except Daphne, sitting in the couches and waiting for her.

"Hermione" draco called her cheerfully, walking up to her, taking her hands and leading up to sit on the love seat and sitting beside her, squeezing her.

Hermione wriggled her bottom, feeling uncomfortable with the slickness inside her thighs and careful not to let it make an impression on the couch.

"So how it went? Is weasley ready for our plan?" He asked eagerly.

"No draco".

"What do you mean?" He frowned confused.

"Well.... he came to the library when I and pansy were talking about your plan.... he heard it"

"Aw... fuck!!" He said deflated, all her friends looked the same before Draco smirked "What did he do? How does he looked?"

Hermione scoffed before laughing "He looked like a hurt little puppy!! Trying hard not to cry, i think he had been really smitten with me" she said between her laughs.

All her friends burst out laughing taking happiness in the way by just imagining what would have ron weasley looked like with the hurt face and broken heart.

They continued their laugh until draco asked "What did he do then?".

Hermione stopped her laugh abruptly "Eh...Wha... what? Why? What do you think he done. He done nothing of course" She said with an awkward laugh feeling her heart beat increasing rapidly, she pulled her skirt down more unconsciously.

"Like... you know?.... did some foolish promise to take revenge on us.."

"Oh" hermione sighed in relief "No...Of course not".

Draco smirked smugly "Why am I not surprised? I know weasley is not man enough to do much....".

Oh, yes, he is sure more than man enough to do than you even think, with that perfect appendage of his, hermione gulped scolding for her own thoughts.

"I'm sure he is sitting in one of the loo stall and crying his eyes out for you" he laughed.

And hermione couldn't help but feel a little hurt. No way she is feeling for a weasley... she thought and tried to avoid the image of his hurt face in her mind.

"Even though I'm disappointed in you Hermione that you couldn't complete the task fully. I'm still happy in hearing you hurt the weasel pretty much".

Hermione stared at her boyfriend in disbelief, a twinge of anger radiating from her. Disappointed?! For all she had done and he is still disappointed on her "thank you draco" she said with gritted teeth and he waved his hand.

She stood up, walked up to the dorm, wanting to quickly clean herself and the evidence of what happened between her and the weasley.
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"Ron.. what are you doing?" Ginny asked skeptically looking at her brother who was trying to hide his rather large frame behind harry, while they all entered the great hall for breakfast.

"Nothing why?" He shot back straightening up and looking around the hall.

"Funny, because it looked like you're trying to hide yourself behind harry for some reason".

"It was funny actually" Neville laughed beside ginny earning double glares from harry and ron, the former for no reason.

"Ginny. I will tell you, but just not now yeah?" Harry nodded at ginny who nod back.

The red head boy looked around the hall once more to check the surrounding and if any eyes are trained on him. For some reason he felt like a prisoner who, was getting dragged to get his head chopped off.

He looked at the staff table and found all his teachers and the headmaster peacefully eating and talking within themselves and felt relived that nobody seemed like they know anything about what he did.

Ron sat at the gryffindor table beside harry opposite to the direction of Slytherin table, his eyes locked on to the food trying hard not to look at the side.

Harry felt eyes on them and he looked up to find malfoy smirking at him and ron, like the smug ferret he is. Harry clenched his hand and nudged ron at the side.

"What?"

"Sit straight and look ahead, don't slump, i don't want to see malfoys smug face again, make him think his stupid plan didn't have an effect on you" harry whispered harshly to his best mate who is behaving like feeling guilt after he killed someone.

Ron thought about it for a second before sitting straight, Yes, that's right, he is only guilty for what he had done to Granger. He shouldn't let malfoy win.

Ron sat straighter and looked back at malfoy without wavering before his eyes glanced a little away from him and found her.... Granger.

He expected to find a accusatory stare back at him but instead her face was blank for awhole minute before it changed into a smirk that matched perfectly with malfoy.

No... BLOODY.....Way. Is she smirking at me?!.

Is all happened yesterday was nothing to her? Did he dreamt about it...

Of course not, he did it, he know he did it and yet, look at her, she is smirking triumphantly at him as if she won him in a duel. Malfoy leaned towards her before whispering something in her ears and giving her a chaste kiss on her left cheek, Granger blushed.

They both let out a mocking laugh at his way, ron looked away feeling his eyes slightly getting water.

Harry's hand which was clasped on his, gave a little squeeze, his face still directed angrily on malfoy.

"We need to do something ron, something that will shut them up. They needed to be taught a lesson, be punished for what they did to you, it's so cruel" harry said and ron gave a nod his angry heart clinging to a particular word 'Punish'.
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Ron laid in his four-poster, after a long time discussion with daphne in his dorm room. Poor girl, she had been worried about him after seeing him dull, without his cheerfulness.

She had pressed for him to say what was the reason, but he just wouldn't relent. Instead he asked her about Granger, wanting to know.

Daphne obviously taking it as a good sign that her best friend and boyfriend are getting along answered him instantly.

"Oh, she is great today. They were all very cheerful actually, as if they won the quidditch cup or something, Draco and hermione looked so happy today. Rather than that, there is nothing, she is good and headed to the library when I was on my way to here"

He then sent her with a Peck on her lips, his heart overflowing with love and sympathy for her innocence.

He gave an excuse today, for night patrolling. Because he know she will come to do duties responsibly or just to taunt him mentally whatever the reason is, she will be there waiting for him.

So he wrote an excuse today to McGonagall, that he can't do his duties today as he feels a severe headache and it is not lies either.

Whenever he close his eyes, he feels as if his head is going to split into half, with the images swarming in his mind always.

Their talk in the library, how she humiliated him, hurt his heart, her words spoken directly at his face 'What could I practically get from someone like you?'.....'What woman would want you?'. The words still piercing the wound in his heart, his hurt getting worse.

Then he felt anger, her calling him and his family filthy, 'I'd rather bath in a pool of fire rather than stoop to your level of filth anyway' and the show Granger and malfoy put on his face today morning at breakfast mocking him.

He then suddenly stopped feeling guilty, i didn't rape her, she kissed me too, she wanted me to fuck her.

Then her innocent looking face, was under him, writhing, her eyes rolling with him pounding into her, making her beg for him.... his cock stirred instantly.

All he could think was just one word 'Punish'. They needed to be punished.... she needed to be punished. He could then think rationally, all the pieces setting in his mind like a puzzle.

He had shagged Granger in the library, a daughter of the most wealthy wizard and fiance of malfoy. Ron is sure malfoy hadn't planned for what happened between him and her but it happened and Granger hadn't informed it to anyone that means.... she must be scared of her dignity 'That was my main clause, to make him proud and happy as his faithful fiance, but whatever it may, I am not jeopardizing my family name by associating with a Weasley' was her speech.

Then he is going to punish hera again, both of them or Malfoy through her like he hurt him through Granger.

He is going to do it again, what he did yesterday and she is going to just shut her mouth and take whatever he was going to give to her. He will pump her arrogant arse full of his fertile come, making her his obedient slut and present her to malfoy.

Malfoy then will have no way other to take her knowing she is a Ron Weasley's obedient slut, because he want not only her, but also her money, everyone knows that.

This is going to be his punishment for them, he hate her.... Granger and this will be a nice opportunity to get them back.

A part of him knows that even though his feelings for her went down to the deep of his heart, the lust he felt for her had only gotten worse and all he is planning is just a reason for it.

He looked at the mirror in his dorm room before murmuring "Punish" and he was getting up, to head to his destination 'The library'.
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Hermione Granger was an interesting young lady who, at all times, carried around with her an even more interesting set of conflicting thoughts.

She was a very intelligent young woman, a brilliant, rich princess. In fact, it was very common for her to be able to stun and even correct her professors. She was top of her class in every subject, studying hard and long to ensure every correct answer.

And yet she couldn't take it that she had let her fiance fail in his plan and its all because of her. She is the one to spoil it, she always wondered that she should have put more effort into it but it's all water under the bridge now.

She even enjoyed the breakfast when he looked at her guilty even though she was equally responsible for what happened and she is happy to know that she can atleast mentally torture him to insanity, stupid gryffindorness.

She was a lucky girl, who completes her assigned task in times and whose father provided her with anything she wanted. She was the only heir to a large fortune and enjoyed having everyone know it. She looked down on those who were not like her; which just happened to be almost everyone she came in contact with.

How could she have been so foolish to let her slip, to let weasley do as he want.

She detested everything he stood for and everything he was. He was beyond deplorable in her opinion, and he felt the same way about her.

And yet, he had the one thing Hermione wanted.

Hermione Granger knew everything, except the one thing she deeply desired to know: how it felt to have a man moving inside her.

She knew that, while she wasn't the last virgin in her year, almost all her house had experimented with sex and it irked her that they knew something she didn't. Of course, she knew the mechanics of sex, she learnt it, but she needed to know more then what the textbooks had to offer. She wanted more then just the words to read. She wanted to read the flesh of her lover, feel the planes of his body and the hardness of himself as he thrust into her. She wanted to know, she hadn't even had an opportunity to kiss someone, only an surprise peck from viktor krum at the yule ball.

And it made her detest ron weasley ever that much more, because he know exactly well what to do. It was rumoured that he had lost his virginity to daphne after the Yule Ball and it irked her to they might really have had sex with each other.... Because Daphne was her best friend.

The only person who knew for sure was weasley himself. There was also a rumour that lavender brown took his virginity and if that's the case, then she wondered why everyone in Hogwarts not yet calling him to be the sex god that he seemed to be.

Hermione wasn't sure if it was her stupid feelings for the red head to want him that way or just her teenage hormones taking over, but she just need him.

Hermione sat, sighing over her textbook. It had been a long, hard day and she was glad tomorrow was Saturday. She was also sick of studying, knowing she wanted and deserved a much needed respite. She closed her eyes and leaned back from the table. She settled into a satisfying daydream when she heard all too familiar footsteps approach her.

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This is going to be a long smut-ful chapter.
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"Well, if it isn't Malfoy's sweet little girlfriend?" Weasley spat venomously she ever heard him speak. Hermione cracked one eye to see ron standing over her table "And, what's this I see, she's daydreaming in the library? She's not paying attention to her beloved book?" He gasped "I think my heart just stopped".

Hermione gave a tired sigh as she began to gather her things "I don't have time for you weasel"

"What? She doesn't even attempt to insult me, just offering up some lame line? I'm offended" he offered mockingly.

"I'm too tired for it tonight, weasley. Just get your stupid gryffindor revenge talk out so I may go to bed" she smirked at him.

"Actually, I'm surprised a little whore like you would be to tired for it, Granger" His insult hit a deeper nerve then she would have liked, reminding her painfully of the disaster happened between them and the things she had just been mulling over. She glared at weasley and stood up, preparing to ignore him and leave with her head held high.

It wasn't meant to be.

"But then again, that may be just your excuse and you're going off to fuck the ferret". He considered her for a second and then snickered. "No, you're probably still fooling him as a virgin. The Purity Princess of Slytherin" He openly laughed at her.

"And what do you know about it weasley? My private life is just that, private!" She snapped back, trying to control the flush sweeping up her chest. Weasley clicked his tongue.

"I do believe the lady doth protest too much" he checked his manicure, crossing one leg over the other "And besides, everyone has heard the rumors about you.... shagging all the Slytherin boys even the bloody viktor krum. But you were a virgin that means you would have probably started the rumours yourself" if it wasn't for his house robes, he'll be looking exactly perfect for a Slytherin.

"And that's exactly what that is, a rumor!".

"Oh Granger, surely a know-it-all like you would know that there's truth in all rumors. Maybe you would've used your mouth on others just to satisfy your boyfriend" he sneered.

Hermione stared, open mouthed at him, getting frustrated behind belief now "Well, seeing as how the rumor it that you're a good for nothing, I think we shouldn't hold much stock in rumours".

Ron eyed her then, a dangerous glint dancing through his sparkling blue eyes. "Who says I'm not?....... Infact you of all should have known it by now, as I'm hear to repeat your punishment of yesterday".

Hermione's breath hitched for a second, her heart beating faster. Weasley was watching her like she was some delicious prey. He looked at her as if the chase had already begun and yet they hadn't moved at all. They stood in the silent, dim library with a table between them, yet Hermione felt as if she was already being thrown to the ground and hungrily devoured by Ron.

She felt the danger in the air and rising level of tension.

She could feel how wet she was.

"What do you mean by that, weasley?"

He smirked cruelly at her. "If you do remember what happened in here, what do you think I mean?".

"You forcing yourself upon me and if I remember how guilty you seemed today, then that is the exact reason. So, consider yourself lucky i hadn't gone to the headmaster".

"That's right you haven't, because you are scared that people don't want to find the slytherin princess got banged by the filthy weasley of gryffindor...... so that means you are going to just keep quiet again this time" He slowly raised a delicate eyebrow at you "Regardless, we're not here to talk -"

"I was here to study. I don't know who allowed you in here, or even to breathe for that matter, but crawl back into whatever hole you came from and leave me alone" Hermione could see weasley's jaw clench and his eyes flare in the dark light of the library. She recognized, then, that they were no longer playing a child's game. They were no longer flinging harmless insults at each other. They had stepped into a different arena altogether, a place where she had stepped up and challenged him in the worst possible way, and he was determined to win this competition. She had given him a great offense and now he was inclined to give her back an even greater one.

"We weren't talking about me, whore. This is about you" weasley stared at her and then took a step forward. She froze, terror gripping her heart at the familiar situation and swallowed. Her body submitting to the situation on it's own. When she didn't move away from him, he moved himself directly in front of her. His eyes were hypnotizing, looking like the eyes of the animal that represented his House. She couldn't help but lose herself in their oceanic depths. He smirked when he noticed the affect he had on her.

"So have you been fucked by malfoy yet?.... Atleast a kiss?" Her eyes widened at his question and it seemed to shock her out of the trance she had found herself in "Is malfoy an asexual?" He said sarcastically.

"That is entirely none of your business" He chuckled, low and gravely.

"So you're back to that then? Well, I'll take it as no".

"Like I said, what I do is none of your damn concern, weasel" He stepped closer to her, so that they were almost flush with each other.

"Don't you want to study something else?" He asked, nodded towards her books. Looking deep in her eyes he saw the answer. The answer she didn't want to give. He bent down and whispered in her ear "Don't you want to know what it's like to be fucked, hard and rough, and too completely lose control? Don't you ever find yourself sitting in class, with your knickers thoroughly soaked as you dream about it, your center hard and aching?" He flicked his tongue out along her earlobe. "Don't you want to feel it? to have me buried inside you..... Again?" Hermione opened her eyes, unsure of when she had actually closed them. Had weasley really just said what she thought he had? Better yet, had he actually touched her of his own accord?

She searched his eyes for an answer and found one: lust and anger. Lust was radiating out of his eyes, making them look like they were on fire. Her tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips, his molten eyes following the movement of her tongue, a low growl coming from deep in his throat.

"Gods, you have absolutely no idea what you do, do you?".

The question was so out of the blue that she had to blink off the trance weasley had put her in, once again, to go over what he had said to her.

"What do you mean?" Her voice felt dry and rough as she spoke, as if it scraped against her throat. Ron chuckled, a low deep sound, leaning his body so close to hers that she was leaning almost backwards over the table.

He whispered into her ear. "You make me want to fuck you. Running around here all prissy and stuck-up, when you'd probably be an animal if anyone could melt that layer of frost on your cunt" he told her, pressing his groin into hers, a gasp tearing from her throat as she felt his hardened arousal against her core. His eyes had that maddened look that only men seemed to be able to posses; a dark knowing that struck her to the very core that he was pressing against. His eyes told her that she was his, and there was nothing she could do about it.

He had just won this deadly game as she found herself wanting, needing, him to possess her.

"Wesley" she seemed to moan before she could stop herself.

"I'm going to rip your control from your body, Granger. I'm going to take it, make you mine, my pet, and leave you wanting me" He tailed his lips across her neck, sending shivers and lust though her body "I'm going to leave you screaming and begging for more".

She suddenly felt his hand inching up her leg. His knuckles brushed the hem of her skirt, sending tingles throughout her system.

The heavy book bag she was holding fell to the ground, a loud thud ringing throughout the empty library.

Weasley chuckled as she gasped. She had no idea what he would do next, his actions completely unpredictable.

He nuzzled his head against her sweaty skin "Nervous, are we? Where's that pride of yours now, little snake" He blew air across her neck, as she tried in vain not to shiver "Well?".

His hand crept up her thigh, his fingertips skimming across the edging of her knickers, eliciting a sharp moan from the know-it-all. She was lost and she knew it.

"Ronald" she moaned, feeling her body giving into his ministrations. She sighed as he kissed her neck, rubbing his hand against her cotton covered crotch. She was wet and she knew he could feel it. She blushed. "Weasley" she tried again. "I don't -"

"Accept it, Granger. You know you want to feel this. You can't back out now" he reached down and cupped her sex "Especially considering that you're dripping for me. I will have you" He rubbed the heel of his hand across her nub, smirking as her eyes closed with a groan. He started to rub harder but found the angle was wrong "Why don't you be a good little slut and lay down on that table for me, hmm? Show the library how much you really love it" He lightly slapped at her pussy, she gasped "Open up those thighs for me"

His request shocked Hermione and she opened her eyes. She didn't move, but just stared at him. He rolled his eyes at her and groaned in frustration.

"Do I have to do everything around here?" He pushed on her shoulder with his free hand, sending her sprawling against the table. Without giving her time to react, he slapped her pussy harder, earning a loud moan "Every time you disobey me, I'm going to do that, harder and harder. If your cunt is to busy getting stuffed, well, I'll have to think of something else, won't I?" He looked at her then squeezed her clit. Her eyes closed and her face screwed up at the pain and pleasure from it. "Now, spread your legs or I'll do it again" He smiled as he watched her open her legs. "Wider" Her breath hitched. He was preparing to pinch her again when she opened them as far as she could. He stopped rubbing her and flicked her skirt up. He knew she was wearing sensible knickers, but seeing them wet with her pre-come turned him on beyond belief.

Hermione felt humiliated as he watched her. She found that she didn't mind his filthy 'weasley hands' touching her, or calling her names, but being spread like this and put on display really bothered her. He wasn't doing anything to her, just staring, and it was maddening. She opened her eyes to see him intently looking at her cotton covered crotch.

"I'm going to be the first and last one to fuck that, Granger. The first and last cock you ever ride is going to be a weasley one that's going to put you in your place. You'll finally understand why us, weasleys are always much greater than malfoys after this" he said, all the time looking over her cunt, not once looking anywhere else. He smirked at his own inside joke and then ripped her knickers off her without any pretense.

Cold air rushed over Hermione's opening. She groaned, feeling her clit hardening sharper with the cold air on it. Her nipples hardened under her bra as well. She was thoroughly horny by now, weasley watching her pussy lips beginning to quiver.

"You are so wet" he smirked at her, finally looking up to see the affect all this was having on her. He was wasn't disappointed. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was even more wild then usual, and her eyes were dark with lust.

"Weasley" she began in a demanding tone when he suddenly slapped her pussy really hard, earning a yelp of pain from her.

"I ask the questions and make the demands, bitch" He slapped at her opening once more and groaned, his hand coming away soaked.

He savagely thrust two fingers inside of her. She arched off the table at the sudden intrusion, having only stuck one finger in there. She groaned as his other hand began to manipulate her clit. She found herself rocking against his hand, tossing her head to the sides as the pleasure and pressure built inside of her. She knew she was about have her first orgasm with someone else present when it all stopped. She opened her eyes to see weasley's finger, wet and glistening with her juices, hanging over her mouth.

"Suck, kitten" Hermione looked from him to the finger for a second and then opened her mouth. He thrust his finger in and then groaned as she wrapped her mouth around it. She started to suck his finger like it was his cock, licking the tip of it, swirling her tongue around the finger, and even suctioning at it. Weasley watched all this and growled at her. Then his eyes widened as he watched her begin to one-handedly unbutton her top.

"Fuck, Granger, you ARE a whore"

Hermione didn't know what was going on with her, like her body and mind was on it's own control as happened yesterday, but she wanted to please the red head. Maybe it was the prospect of finally being able to do what she had been fantasizing about. Maybe it was weasley himself, knowing the thrill that she was getting to fuck someone that was her fiance's enemy or that stupid, ridiculous feeling that had developed for weasley inside her heart. She didn't know what was happening, but she didn't really care, as she heard Ron's hiss of approval.

"If I had my way, it was would be illegal for you to wear clothes" She still had her bra covering her tits and her skirt bunched at her waist, but those simples pieces of fabric couldn't hide the fact that her body was amazing. Her breasts were a full, round D cup and her stomach was flattened out. Her breasts heaved as she tried to breath around his finger. Reluctantly, he let it slid out of her mouth. She smirked wickedly and moved her hands up to her breasts. She squeezed her nipples through the material of her bra, before one hand slipping inside her bra, looking him dead in the eye. His cock throbbed against his pants and he groaned.

Ron is perplexed, he is trying to punish her but she was enjoying everything that he was doing to her! Everything he did was turning her on. She wanted him to continue touching her the way he was and he couldn't help but admit that he want too, with his libido controlling him. He smirked at this sudden revelation.

"Sit up" She cocked her head to side, unsure the she had heard what he said.

"What?"

He sighed "I said, sit up, cunt!" He snarled at her, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her into a sitting position. He pulled her hair again and she groaned. He slid his hands down her back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts bounced out as he threw off her shirt and bra. He looked down at her chest. Her nipples were a dark, rosy red and they were already as hard as they could be. He bent down, capturing her nipple in his mouth. Then, without warning, he bit down, hard-, Hermione hissing at the pain.

He sneered against her tit, thinking that would teach her. Keeping his teeth clenched around her nipple, he pulled his head back, stretching out her breast as he did so. He let go, watching her skin ripple back into place. He stepped back a few paces so he could take in the whole picture.

She sat on the edge of the table, her legs flung over the edge. Her skirt covered her pussy, but if he bent down, though, he would be able to see her glistening folds. She was resting on her hands, allowing herself to be pushed up into a straight-backed position, causing her breasts to be thrust out at him. Her hair hung down to her mid back and curled around her to tickled the sides of her tits. He moved his eyes back to her face. She was watching him intently and, when she knew she had his full attention, she bit her lip, closed her eyes, and groaned. She brought one hand up to the nipple weasley had just bitten and the other beneath her skirt. She felt weasley's eyes on her as she played with herself. She took the hand away from nipple and flipped her skirt up, allowing him to see what she was doing. She heard a groan and knew he was enjoying what he was seeing. She brought her hand back to her nipple and squeezed it. Her show went on for a few minutes before she heard his zipper going down.

She opened her eyes to see his hard cock standing out, straight at her. She gasped when she saw how long and thick it was, wondering how did it even fit inside her tight body last time. He seemed to smirk at her silent question, grabbing at the base of his cock and stroking himself to his head. Pre-come dripped out of his tip and she found herself licking her lips.

"Oh, so you want to taste this, huh?" He grabbed her head and bent her over. She couldn't reach, however, so he dragged her off the table and onto the floor. She looked up at him from where she knelt, weasley holding his cock directly over her face. He continued stroking it, squeezing the tip of his dick, allowing a drop of his juices to ooze onto her face.

"You're going to look so good covered in my come" he grinned at the tiny droplet that was resting on her cheek "Now, suck me, and no teeth" he hit Hermione in the face with his dick until she opened her mouth to accept him. He slammed the hard length halfway into her mouth, actually waiting for her to catch her breath. His prick felt smooth and velvety in her mouth and she found herself fond of the way his cock slid through her lips. She was only able to fit half of it in her mouth, but she could tell he was enjoying it. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair and was holding onto her, fucking her face. Her eyes began to water as she tried to fit more of him inside her mouth. She got about six inches in when she took her hand and started to jack of the exposed part of his prick. He threw his head back, groaning, pulling harder in her hair, trying to get control over the blowjob.

"Yeah, you like that, huh? You like being on your knees and sucking my cock, don't you, you filthy whore" his words turned her on even more, and he watched, transfixed, as she slid her other hand down to her clit. She started rubbing herself as she sucked, harder and harder. She felt like they were going to come together when he suddenly pulled out of her mouth and slapped her hand away.

"There'll be time for that later" he growled "Back on the table" He reached around her and helped her to stand, only to push her onto the table like he had the first time. She spread her legs without being told as he began to remove his shirt. She watched as he flung his shirt off and walked to the edge of the table.

"Ready, kitten?" Instead of answering him, Hermione's eyes caught his eye and smirked.

He glared at her. With that, he gave a hard thrust, slamming and hitting bottom. He pushed himself in to his hilt, watching her face contract in pain. He actually smiled down at her, her eyes closed against the feeling rippling though her. He held his cock inside her without moving, feeling her inner muscles clench and milk his cock. He shuddered at how tight she was and then slowly pulled out. His cock glistened pale pink from her wetness and he groaned loudly at how dirty it all looked.

Hermione opened her eyes, wondering why he had stopped and what he was doing. She saw his cock smeared with her juices. He saw where her eyes had landed.

"Trust me; I'm not going to make you feel as good as it looks" He grabbed her legs, threw them around his hips, and shoved himself inside her again. She arched off the table as he hit bottom once more, not sure how much of this was pain or pleasure. He continued thrusting, hard and rough, grunting and snarling at her.

"Oh yeah. Play with yourself, slut" He continued to fuck her roughly, enjoying the wet noises and slapping their bodies were making when he saw her hand moving down to her clit. He rolled his eyes at her "No, fucking bitch, your tits. Pull at them while I fuck the shit out of you" She gave him a very strange look, which only earned her a particularly hard thrust. Her hands flew to her tits and she squeezed her nipples hard, knowing he liked seeing that.

He looked down at her from his copper fringe that was falling in his eyes. Her back seemed to be permanetly arched off the table and her chest was becoming flushed. Her pussy was beginning to quiver and tighten harder around his driving cock and he knew any second she was going to come. He leaned down over her, changing the angle so he was hitting her g-spot. She started to moan loudly, pulling and twisting her nipples of her own accord now. He reached his hand between her legs and flicked at her clit. She tightened vicelike around him and came.

It was like nothing she had ever experience before. A rush of pleasure raced from her toes, through her spine, and out the top of her head before coming crashing back to her center. It lasted for almost a minute and all she could do was writhe and moan on the table.

Ron watched, transfixed, as Hermione shuddered underneath him. Her breasts bounced around as she came, fingers still firmly attached to her nipples. And then, he realized something was extremely weird.

He looked down and saw his hand and crotch were covered with liquid. He brought his hand up and sniffed it, realizing that she had squirted all over him.
He didn't know if he should be beyond aroused at this point or completely disgusted.

He watched her coming down from her high, a sated smile on her face. He noticed that he had become distracted by her squirting all over him and he had stopped fucking her.

"Don't you ever think for one second that we're done here" he practically growled, his hands on her hips and digging his fingers into her skin, pulling her to the edge of the table. The friction startled her and she gasped.

"Weasley, you're hurting me!" She said hoping that he would let her go off this sinful punishment which she also enjoys despite a moderate pain from the stretching of her walls. He smiled sadistically.

"That's part of the point love" he said and hermione shivered from his choice of name for her.

He had better leverage now and was able to lean over her body all the way. He placed his hands on either side of her head trapping her on the table. He fucked her like a man possessed; needing to crawl inside her skin. His face had twisted into a sneer, a look of maliciousness as he rode her viciously. "You are nothing but a whore" he snarled at her, each word punctuated by a hard and sharp thrust "You will always be a whore. You will always crave my cock after this and will do anything to get it" He brought his face down to her ear. "I am making you mine. You are nothing but my property. You are just another hole for me to fuck" He said wanting to hurt and humiliate her to the extreme degree, he felt his balls beginning to tighten up and knew that it was almost time. He didn't want to pull out until he had absolutely had to, taking pleasure in the tight pussy wrapped around his length. He felt his dick begin to pulse and he pulled out, abruptly climbing up onto her body. He stroked himself once and it was over.

Thick, white globs shot out of his cock, landing on her face and chest. She hastily closed her eyes and opened her mouth, stunned that he just kept coming. She was covered in his come, reveling in how dirty it made her feel. He finally stopped and she opened her eyes.

"I was right, Granger. You look so good covered in my come. That look really benefits a whore like you. Too bad you can't walk around like that all the time, it would do wonders for your looks" He slowly climbed off her and reached for his wand and clothes. "You would do so well, chained up in my bedroom, being taken out whenever I need a come bucket. You dirty, fucking slag" He smirked at her as he Scourgified himself and began to get dressed. Hermione tried standing up, but it was too much for her and she fell back to the table in pain.

"You look so thoroughly fucked that I just can't being myself to clean you up. Have a fun time spending with your boyfriend in the Slytherin common room, smelling of my come" he said, pulling on his clothes and finishing getting dressed as she laid there in pain and splattered with his come.

"Weasley, you fucker, get me my wand!"

He smirked "Like I would give you a weapon after what just happened. I'm not dumb like your fiance, you know"

She growled "Weasley you filthy.... dirty fucker!"

"Yes, I believe I am" he advanced on her "And I believe you had better be ready for when I fuck you again" he said, looking down at the hair between her legs. "Have that shaved, or I might just parade you around the school with my juice dripping off you, come stained whore. But I will say this: you don't know when, and you don't know where, but I will fuck you again and you will not say to a soul about it...isn't that right?!" He asked and she nodded whimpering "Good...now, say thank you!".

"Tha-thank you" she stammered in fear of seeing weasley's new face and with that, he turned, leaving her on the table.

Chapter Text

‘I can’t believe I’m doing this,' thought prim and proper Hermione Granger, as she fought for self-control, all while rapidly falling under the spell of the piercing blue eyes belonging to the handsome young man whose face loomed above hers in the twilight of the rapidly setting sun.

The searing heat of his bare skin, pressed against hers, was a sharp contrast to the chill spring air. Although her head screamed ‘NO’ to what was happening between them, the aching need that was building in the lower part of her body was the only voice her heart was willing to hear at that moment.

Hermione stretched her arms around her lover’s shoulders, as his soft lips descended to hers in a searing kiss. Every nerve ending in Hermione’s body tingled as his tongue danced sensuously against hers, and she nearly whimpered as he pulled away from the kiss and began to nibble at her earlobe.

She felt the perspiration collecting on her body, amazed she could feel warm at all with only the fabric of their cloaks arranged in a makeshift bed on the floor of the Forbidden Forest, but something about him did that to her. Perhaps it was his sinfully good looks and his sultry voice, or maybe it was the power emanating from him that always made her temperature rise.

Of course, it could simply be the element of danger surrounding any rendezvous between the two of them that drew her in. She was a Slytherin student, who was engaged to draco malfoy and a daughter of the richest wizard in the world.

Oddly enough, the greatest risk for Hermione was the certainty of the reaction she’d get from draco and her house mates if they were to find out about her liaisons with Ron.

But as strong as she was in virtually every other aspect of her life, she simply lacked the willpower to resist Ronald weasley.

As ron raised his body and poised his throbbing cock at Hermione’s entrance, she arched her body up to meet him, longing once more for the feeling of his strength inside her, stretching her painfully and waiting for the pleasurable friction.

She closed her eyes in blissful anticipation as she felt him press against her folds, but cried out in anguish as the alarm in her room went off, signalling her it was once more time to hit the showers and meet Draco and her friends in the common room to go down for breakfast before classes began.

‘Damn,’ she cursed to herself. ‘Why can’t I get him off my mind?’

Hermione knew she was playing a dangerous game when ron happened upon her study session in the library over two weeks earlier, but she’d believed the danger was in the possibility of getting caught, or of weasley pushing her farther than she’d intended their game to go.

She’d merely wanted to put the boy in his place according to Draco's plan and being a poor blood traitor, and thought it would be a bit of fun to tease him beyond his limits and make him want something from her.

She hadn’t expected, even though she accomplished that particular objective, that she would leave herself wanting more from him as well.

Hermione shook herself to clear her head of thoughts about weasley and her frequent erotic dreams of him. She headed for the shower, willing herself to think only of her homework and friends—meeting them for breakfast, sitting with them in class, and having fun mocking some gryffindorks and making them cry.
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Hermione sat in the breakfast table beside her peers, bending her head eating her food quietly and thinking of a way for how to hide under the table.

She just couldn't believe how her life had changed since two weeks ago, a late night in the library. Even now the memories are running fresh in her mind.

The one who is the reason for her situation sat in his own house table constantly throwing her a glance and smirking at her subtly, while licking his lips.

He hadn't touched her since the last time he punished her in the library two weeks ago and yet still she ached for his touch as it was a necessity for breathing.

She shuddered to think how he had forced her to thank him that night after 'punishing' her. She had actually lost her voice but not only out of pain and pleasure but also out of fear. She couldn't recognise the guy he had suddenly transformed into- it was as intriguing.

It was true that while she was just implementing Draco's somewhat revolting plan, she started harbouring some stupid feelings for the red head. Maybe it was just the already lustful feelings she has of him had paved way for some more attraction or it was genuine, but whatever it is she don't want to accept it to herself.

She just would forget what happened between them, about him completely and live her life peacefully and grandeur, marrying draco and having his kids, be a part of the malfoys like her mother and father wished.

In fact she should just complain him to her father, how he forced himself on her, took her against her wish and how he threatened things that he would do to her........

And she had wanted him to continue. She had wanted him to act out his threats.

It was irrational and crazy and accepting the fact that Ron Weasley had somehow managed to pull down her guard was mortifying. So she chose the route: blame him rather than face her true self.

The truth was she hadn't only reciprocated physically, also she had surrendered willingly and Ronald did know that.

His demeanour was a clear indication that he felt triumph but she could still point out some guilty. And this, her brain knew, was her trump card.

She know that weasley is just a stupid-aroused-animal when it comes to her now, so he would take her again, she know it even though he is trying to control himself he will lose himself once again and feel guilty again, so it only make her resolve strengthen.

It is the same plan as Draco's, but just a little more effective, where her boyfriend doesn't want her to be touched by ron, here she allows him to do anything to her, letting him think he had her under his control.

But truly she is making him her pet, a lustful pet for her, that will go rounds around and between her legs whenever she snap her finger and finally, when he is under her complete control she will let his sister and potter know that they can't do nothing to get back their brother and best friend, who will be her lap dog by then.

Surely Draco will also think it as a victory plan, rather than her sleeping with his arch nemesis. She is doing this to make her boyfriend win against his enemies, to make him proud, she reasoned to herself.

It would be rather foolish to let this opportunity go to waste. However, there was a flaw in the plan. If he approach again, there was a fair chance that he would find out how her treacherous body react to his touch and she couldn't let that happen, atleast not so soon.

But whatever the Slytherin Hermione Granger had planned was getting mocked by her own inner self, who was laughing at her stupidity. The real truth is.....

He hadn't had a clue what he was doing, or why he was doing it, or why she wanted it. But, she knew, she knew from the moment he'd kissed her, and the dreadful cold, the eery dead feeling that so frequently came to her at times of stress or fear, was gone. She knew, she knew she needed him. When he was fucking her, when his cock was thrusting through her tight pussy, it was the only time she'd ever been truly content. The pain didn't matter to her, all that mattered was that as his seed filled her pussy, as she writhed in orgasm, it was the only time she'd ever been able to make the cold go away.
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"Do you want some nuggets gin? Pumpkin juice maybe?" Neville asked sweetly.

"Er..." Ginny started only to cut off by harry.

"She has hands neville, she can take it herself. Seriously! Why can't you just feed her.... stop being cheesy" harry snapped irritatably.

"Harry!" Ginny chided him with a glare that stopped harry from speaking further and he turned to ron, who kept throwing glances at the slytherin table and unusually playing with his food instead of devouring it like a caveman.

Ron was actually enjoying his secret power over hermione, how he can mentally torture her, there is no feelings for her now, not even an ounce of sympathy.

All he could now feel was hate and.... lust for her, but that will always be an well kept secret. Merlin, only he knows how much his hands started shaking without touching her for two weeks now.

On the other hand, he felt guilty to not having time to spend with his fiance, she was always waiting for him at the entrance of the common room, to talk to him, to spend time with him, but he will always have an excuse to avoid spending time with her so as to not to feel guilty.

Harry and ginny thought, it was because of the cruelties of malfoy and Granger, also they did understand his guiltiness mistaking it for feeling attraction to Granger as they don't know how he fucked her just a few days ago. So as a solution, they promised Daphne that he will accompany her to the diagon alley.

It's not that he didn't want to go, in fact he is so happy that he could spend some alone time with Daphne now. But he couldn't help but feel as though that Daphne is the one who he was using and not Granger.

Daphne deserved better than him, so he will start to treat her right and will marry her in the future, to make her happy because he know that the one he truly loves is Daphne green grass.

Hermione was so deep into thoughts that she hadn't heard draco and pansy started talking.

"So draco.....hogsmaede weekend is day after tomorrow... you know, do you want us.... to spend some time above the three broomsticks?" Pansy crooned sweetly.

"Ugh! No...." Draco rolled his eyes as pansy scowled "I'm going with hermione this weekend. What do you say hermione?....

Hermione?.....

Granger!" He barked out getting the attention back to himself.

"Wh-What? Draco!" Hermione exclaimed realising to her horror that she had been staring at weasley all the while thinking of their time together.

"Is weasley troubling you?" Draco asked angrily, glaring at the gryffindor table and standing up before she can even reply.

"N-no, draco... stop!" Hermione tried to pull him back into his seat by grabbing his sleeve but he was already moving.

"Let it go draco.... he is not worth it" hermione said standing to follow him.

Draco looked at her incredulously "What?! Hermione, it's weasley... ronald weasley your favourite prey. Come on, don't be shy, it's been too long. Weasley!" Draco shouted across the hall, turning all the house head toward himself even the staff table was looking at him intently.

"Draco!" Snape shouted walking down the steps followed by professor McGonagall, both moving to the gryffindor table watching as Potter stood up before weasley did and pointing his wand at the silvery white haired boy.

"Malfoy.... Stay away" harry exclaimed anger radiating in him.

"No I will not Potter.....Professor!.....weasley here is troubling my fiance, he is harassing her" he accused much to the embarrassment of hermione for using the f word.

"As if.....I don't have any other much better job to do" ron scoffed making his house members to cackle while hermione frowned at him.

"Mr.Weasley! Explain yourself..." McGonagall said firmly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I don't have anything to explain professor, i don't know anything. I hadn't even saw Granger until this moment" ron lied looking around his eyes staying a bit longer on her.

"He had been watching her"

"How's that could be harassing? Humans see with their eyes stupid" Harry asked confused making all the other houses to bark out laughing.

"Ten points from gryffindor for indecent behaviour and offensive language" snape said dryly smugly smirking at harry.

"Excuse me severus.... maybe you don't the meaning of offensive language but I know, so maybe I should remind you to not take points from my house" McGonagall said with a steel gaze.

"I know that it's not your fault, your house is full of incompetent idiots. So please stay away"

"Wha-ah.... did you.. did you just" McGonagall looked at snape with wide eyes and mouth before she spoke again "Twenty points from Slytherin, for the inevident accusations against my students and making an unnecessary commotion in the great hall..."

"How that will be an inevident accusation?.... Clearly the evident itself is standing here. Why can't we just ask the brilliant witch of her age from 'Slytherin'" snape pointed out with gritted teeth.

"Well, alright" McGonagall said before turning to look at hermione "Ms. Granger, do you want to say something, did Mr. Weasley did something to you. I want the truth... only 'TRUTH'".

"But professor... that bitch is going to lie anyway" ginny snarled glaring at hermione.

"Ms. Weasley!" McGonagall screeched making the younger girl to go silent.

Hermione looked around gulping, now almost all the eyes in the great hall is on her. But the only one eye that got her attention is his, the blue eyes burning with an passion, watching her intently.

She felt herself open her mouth to answer, mesmerised in his eyes "N-no..." Avoiding the amused stares of all as if she had grown three heads and an angry one from Draco.
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They were at potions, both the gryffindor and slytherin houses, trying to make potions that will clean the deadly plants infections.

Draco had been paired with Daphne, while harry paired with blaise but the two were still glaring occasionally at each other.

Unfortunately for her, Hermione had been paired with weasley who stood beside her writing notes about the potion and ingredients they just made.

She was just writing notes and trying to avoid weasley from her mind altogether when he thrown a small folded paper at her.

She quizzically looked at weasley, who pointed to the paper before she opened it "Hey" it written.

"What do you want?" She wrote quickly in it in anger, clenching her thighs together as not to feel her wet panties that soaked as soon as he came to stand beside her and thrown the paper back to him again being careful as to not to get caught by anyone.

Ron wrote something in it before giving it back, their notes laid on the desk where they were standing, completely forgotten.

"Just want to thank you....."he written in it to her surprise ".....For today morning"

"Oh.." er...how would she reply to this "That's alright. Now, i must... do work. Our friends will be watching" she written quickly, trying to run away from him before another piece of paper was thrown at her.

"Did you think, i will let you run away like that? Eh?" He had written in it, looking at her with quirking an eyebrow and flashing her his charming lopsided grin "Now. Granger you will do exactly as I say" the paper finished and she wrote her reply back.

"I will not do anything weasley"

"Oh, i think you will. Or there will be consequences" his reply came quickly as if he had already written it and came prepared before he thrown yet another one. She opened the paper in curiosity, licking her lips feeling her hands go sweaty.

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|'By the lake at eight tonight'
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Chapter Text

The cold wind blew of the lake, wrapping around Hermione as she sat near the bank, her slytherin scarf blowing behind her in the breeze. She stared off into the water, watching the sun slowly sink below the sky line. She had her knees pressed tightly to her chest, her chin resting securely on them, her fingers locked together.

She felt like she was trying to hold herself in, hold in all her organs from exploding out of her.

She wasn't sure of what she is doing or this is the right path for her plans to go, when she started on this journey.

She had wanted to feel powerful, to enslave him and to feel wanted by the red head. She had wanted him to go crazy with desire when he saw her. She had wanted him to trip over himself like an idiot to get to her, to be unable to control his lust and love for her.

It seems she had gotten her wish, but she wasn't sure at what price.

She couldn't look at weasley now because every time she caught his eye, they had dark, possessive look in them that men sometimes got when they wanted to grab a woman, throw her to the ground, and pound into her until she screamed and lost all thought; until they owned her. It was that look that said that he knew exactly what she was hiding under her clothes and just how much of a whore she really was for him now.

But she has an suspicion that the tables have turned now, considering the fact that despite her brain's protestings against the idea of meeting him at eight by the lake as he 'ordered' her body moved on it's own with her heart thudding wildly.

She know for sure that she had started falling into a pit of something that she hadn't experienced before when she started to get unknown feelings for him during Draco's plan but it seems now that she couldn't just control it anymore.

Surprisingly, her Slytherin friends hadn't seemed suspicious of her activities either in the potions classrooms or when she, the prim and proper Hermione Granger, said she was going to the library, when it was almost curfew.

"I see you started to obey your orders perfectly well as the know-it-all, you are Granger!"

Hermione startled at the voice and turned the see the person she was expecting to be behind her standing just a few yards at her back.

"Weasley i thought that once your interest of giving 'punishment' for me is over you would quit your pathetic way of ordering me around but you clearly didn't. Anyway, I'm not here for what you think, I'm here for just to tell you that this stops right here"

He stood there looking at her, his light red hair ruffled by the slight breeze. He was dressed in just his robe, his red and gold scarf left somewhere else. His shining blue eyes bore into hers, his straight jaw and eyebrows painting a picture of severe masculinity.

"Im very interested. More interested then you know Granger" The temperature was dropping as the sun almost finished its descent and Hermione shivered, partly from the temperature and partly from the look in weasley's eyes "Don't you ever tire of it?"

"Tire of what?"

"Talking. That's what got you here in the first place Granger, i know you hate this, just like I want it, but I also know you don't want it to stop, because if you wanted it to stop you wouldn't even have be here in the first place".

Hermione didn't say anything; or rather she found that she couldn't say anything. She was dumbstruck, staring at him as he stood above her, his raw masculinity pouring over her. She could feel his desire rushing over her in waves, hitting her in the pit of her stomach. Her pulse sped up as he walked towards her, her heart racing as his figure loomed over her.

She stood up slowly, her legs weak underneath her. "How dare you?" She whispered into the growing darkness. He raised an eyebrow at her, questioning her defense of herself. In his mind, she had no ground to stand on, having personally took away that control of her.

The memory of that previous night and the fire in her eyes as he called her out on it was making him hot.

He nodded once and then reached out, shoving her back down onto the ground. In one shift, violent movement he was on top of her, his limbs forcibly holding her down. His hands gripped her wrists together as his legs captured hers. He rolled his pelvis against her so that she could feel his erection straining against the front of his trousers.

"You're not fooling me anymore. You can act indignantly and even protest my advancements, but I know well that under that prissy exterior is the real you. The whore that begs to be fucked by my cock; the little Slytherin slut that loves it when she's choking down cock. That's who you really are" he snarled into her face, his hair falling down into his eyes "So you can act indignant all you want, but I know who you really are; a dirty slut that loves to be fucked raw and hard".

He kissed her forcibly, his tongue lashing out into her mouth. She tried to fight against his body, to prove to him that his words weren't true, but she found that just couldn't struggle against him. The truth was that she was getting obsessed over him, really was all those things he accused her of being, she really was a slut that loved to be pounded and abused by him. And she loved being described that way, hearing those words from a man that wanted her, needed to bury himself in her.

Her feeble attempts at struggling against him quickly became something else entirely. She found herself rubbing against his body, her hips rising up to met his as her back arched and her body bucked upwards. The change in her caused him to react positively, grinding himself harder and firmer into her so that she could feel the entire length of his hard cock rubbing against her.

"I love it when I'm right, Granger" he said against her lips. He slid his mouth down to her neck and began to suck on the sweaty skin there, the taste of her hitting his mouth in a rush "You feel so good under me, as always".

One hand came off her wrist while the other tightly grasped her two wrists together. His fingers pulled down the zip on her heavy wool jumper, her white Oxford coming into view. He continued to hold her wrists together as he started unbuttoning her shirt, slipping the button through its hole with his nimble fingers. He dipped his mouth down to her collarbone and started to suck on the bone there, occasionally running his tongue over a rough spot the suction created. Hermione was so lost in the feeling of him sucking her skin into his mouth that she didn't even realise her shirt was open all the way until he took his mouth off of her to look at her breasts.

"Gods, Granger. They are perfect" He looked at her, lust turning his eyes a darker shade of blue, and then he bent his head forward to suck on the mound of her breast, keeping his gaze locked with hers as he dipped his tongue into the cup of her bra. She tried to fight against his hands so that she could hold on to something, and then settled for digging her nails into his hand. He hissed at the pain, pulling down one side of her bra and then the other, exposing her to the cold air.

She gasped sharply as her nipples tightened in the chill air, then moaned when Ron captured one nipple with his mouth, working it over with his teeth as his free hand found her other breast and squeezed. He rolled her breast around in his hand, and then pinched the nipple as his teeth bit down hard. Her back arched at the sudden pleasure.

"You look so good on your back like that. I'm going to fuck you so hard" he murmured against her breast as he snaked his hand down to her skirt, flipping the fabric up. He took his hand off her wrist, trusting that she wouldn't try to run. He looked at her claw marks, smirking as he watched the half moons flush with blood. He kissed and licked his way down her body, nibbling at the waistband to her skirt, and then placed his face right in front of her crotch. He dragged his hand down her body as he moved downward, and then placed both hands on her breasts, tugging at her nipples.

Hermione gasped as he grabbed the fabric of her thong between his teeth and moved it to the side, exposing her to the chill air. He blew hot air across her slick skin, causing her to shiver. Slowly, ron unfolded his tongue and began to lap at her, his tongue making sure and even strokes across her aroused flesh. She went to grab at his hair, one hand latching on tightly to the copper locks, and the other one digging into the ground below her. He rolled his eyes up to watch with satisfaction as she threw her head back at the pressure he was applying to her most sensitive area. He smirked in gratification, and then lowered his eyes back to the task at hand.

Hermione felt lost. There was no way that someone like Ronald weasley taking her control off her, making hed his slave by giving her as much pleasure as he was. She could feel her body warming in the crisp air, her skin tingling as Ron worked on her. Her breath sped up as her heart sped up and she knew she was going to be coming soon. She took in a deep breath and that's when she felt him back away.

She watched him hurriedly fling his robe off and unzip his trousers, pushing them down just far enough that his raging erection and thighs were visible. She knew what he meant to do with his large cock and memories from the other night came back, causing her to become even more aroused.

She tried to raise herself up but was slammed back onto the ground as he forcibly pushed himself inside her. She gasped, all the wind knocking out of her, as he furiously began to thrust himself inside her, getting his own pleasure from her body by serving her with that delicious pleasure and pain she came to like so much.

He lowered his head to tongue her nipple, pulling the skin between his teeth and biting down.

Hermione brought her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, noticing that he had managed to push her knickers down to her ankles. She flung off the flimsy garment using her feet, and then wrapped herself even more tightly around him. He groaned at the increased pleasure, and this made him go deeper inside of her. She moved her hands down to his arse and grabbed on, kneading the fleshy globes.

She felt his fingers moving down to her clit and she lost it. She came, screaming "Oh...goooddd....Ronald!" all around him, her body flooding his as the pleasure rode her. Ron began to ride her faster and harder, bottoming out with every thrust as he rode her orgasm. She was left seeing stars and trying to breathe, the delicious pressure of ron fucking her threatening to send her over the edge just one more time.

He brought his hand to her mouth and looked into her Honey brown eyes, she felt something pass up between them, the same feeling she had when he stared at her a month before in the library that overwhelmed her. He held out one finger and smiled "Open up" Hermione dutifully opened her mouth and sucked down his finger, tasting herself on his flesh. He visibly shuddered when she began to suck at him harder, clamping her mouth down tight around his finger.

Ron could feel his body trembling, the very first signs that he was going to lose it, and groaned, pulling out of Hermione unexpectedly.

He climbed up her body, straddling her chest. He gathered up some saliva and spit at the valley between her breasts.

"Weasley, what -"

Hermione was cut off when ron, not bothering to answer her, grabbed her tits and pushed his cock between them, allowing her saliva to act as a lubricant. Hermione groaned at the rough treatment, and moved to replace his hands with her own. He watched wide eyed as Hermione played with her tits as he fucked them. He looked up into her eyes, lust and dominance shading his own, as he felt his body began to go. He quickly shoved his cock into her open mouth and came, shooting himself off down her throat, his come being easily swallowed as Hermione continued to play with her breasts. His breath exploded out of him as he finished and he fell to the side, closing his eyes and resting his hand on his chest.

The two students lay on the cold ground for what seemed like a long time, Hermione tracking Ron's breathing dazedly as he tried to slow his racing heart. Finally, he got his breathing down to a normal pace. He opened his eyes to stare at the night sky, and then slowly turned his face towards hers.

A small smile creeped across his features as he looked into her eyes fondly, with her still cloudy from the intense shag they had just had. He relished knowing that he had put that look there, and only he. No one else, he had something that he could secretly gloat about when Malfoy smirk and mock about at him and his follow Gryffindors. That his fiance is his sex sex toy.

As the minutes ticked by, Hermione became more disconcerted by his consideration of her, but she found that she couldn't move. It was nice to have a guy look at her that way, even if it was only because of what she had been for him physically. A faint trembling started in her body as the cold air rushed over her, and she found herself visibly shaking. A frown creased Ron's face and he reached over her body, wrapping her cloak around her before standing up.

Hermione looked at him dumbfounded as he began dressing, huddling herself into her cloak. When he was finished dressed, he turned back to see her watching him intently. He leaned down and grabbed her, standing her up on her feet and handing her her clothes.

She dropped the cloak and began to get dressed, neither saying a word to the other. When Hermione was fully clothed, and wrapped up in her cloak once more, they headed back towards to the castle, the silence stretching out in front of them. As they stepped into the courtyard, weasley looked at her sideways and grinned.

"See you around" He turned from her and slinked off inside the castle, leaving her outside by herself in the chill wind.

Chapter Text

The great hall was a clatter of laughs and shouts the next morning.

Everybody was excited for tomorrow's hogsmaede visit as it will be the last one this year before their owls and other exams.

Ron sat their in his usual place, but eating a only little bit of bacon and sausages, taking a bite or two uncharacteristically frowning every now and then towards the slytherin table and the entrance of the great hall.

He is a not in a good mood today and the reason even he doesn't know, maybe it's the owls exams coming near or maybe it's because it's the last hogsmaede and he doesn't have enough money to buy anything for Daphne or maybe it's because, one Ms. Hermione Granger from Slytherin is nowhere to be found today.

He couldn't even describe it himself, why he is upset if she isn't come today morning to have her breakfast, maybe she is ill.

Oh, bloody hell you tosser! Stop worrying about her. He chastised himself for his stupidity. She hurt him in a worst way and yet all he could do was care for her.

He took a deep breath and listened into the conversation happening beside him.

"...... but it's the last hogsmaede weekend nev!!" Ginny whined.

"I know and I'm really sorry gin. Professor sprout gave me a homework on herbology, i have to complete it. It could secure me extra credits, maybe it could even secure my job in future at herbology. I'm really sorry, i hope you understand" he said pecking ginny on the lips and hurrying away towards the exit.

Ginny sighed "You never had time for me" she murmured before picking up her sandwiches and munching on it.

"G-ginny?" Harry called nervously.

"Hmm?".

"If it's okay for you, maybe we can go together tomorrow" harry suggested rubbing the back of his neck.

Ginny blushed "Will ron be there too?"

"Ye.. yeah of course. We'll three go together" harry gave a side glance at ron who looked away pretending he hadn't just listened into their conversation.

"Oh...... the three of us then, that's okay" ron couldn't help but think ginny sounded a bit disappointed at the prospect of the three of them going together.

Suddenly there was someone sitting besides him on the other side "Hey Ron". He turned around to see daphne smiling at him cheerfully.

He smiled back "Hey".

"So.... It's the hogsmaede tomorrow...."

"Oh, yeah. The three of us are already going together" ron said pointing at his sister and best friend "Why don't you join us?"

"Li-like a double date?" She asked shyly. Harry and ginny knowing what it meant gone red in their face, while ron being confused with the muggle term tilted his head curiously, before he let out an 'Oh'.

"Nah. Harry and Ginny aren't....No, no way. Neville isn't coming, so he is just giving her company that's it".

"Ron, if you don't mind... can we go alone. Just the two of us, like a date? You know, without harry. Sorry harry!"

"That's alright" he spluttered while sipping pumpkin juice and let out an cough, ginny patted his back gently.

"Erm.... sure" ron said and smiled lovingly at his fiance while the said girl took his one hand into both of hers.

"Thank you" She said leaning in "Meet me at the statue before dinner" she whispered sending a shiver run through ron before jumping up and walking out of the great hall.
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"Where we going?" Ron said following harry and his sister quickly outside of the quidditch pitch.

"Heard hagrid is back. It's been too long. Come fast!" Harry shouted back at him before clasping Ginny's hand and the pair ran quickly before ron giggling.

It was after lunch and even though while no class happens at this time. Granger is still no where to be found and that only made Ron even more upset.

They reached Hagrid's house and Harry pounded on the door quickly "Hey, hagrid" he said as the half giant opened the door and stepped outside with a fond smile on his face.

"Hey ya' kids. Whatcha doin here" he asked the trio who pushed past him and stepped him into his small house.

"Just here to see you! We missed you hagrid" ginny said perching on the couch besides harry while ron sat in a loveseat with fang salivating his face.

"I'm glad to know that. I'm making some cakes. Do you all want some?" He asked excitingly ".... and some tea?"

"Er.. okay" they said in chorus. Hagrid always serve them with delicious foods and tea and they loved it all except his cakes, truth to be told, his cakes are all like a stone covered in choclate cream.

"Aye" he went over to his kitchen to serve some which were already being baked.

Ron noticed something glittering on his side, he turned his head and noticed something square like a box on a table at the far corner "Hagrid.... what is that?"

"Oh, that. That is moderantum arbores, a box to control the magical creatures" hagrid said while serving the cake pieces into three different plates.

"To control?!" Ginny exclaimed incredulously.

"Nah, not exactly. Imagine if you step in front of a giant troll that wants to attack you, you dont have much chance before it then" he said placing the plates in front of the kids "Now, if you have the box, they will not touch you anymore. Dumbeldore wanted that, said me to control the trees over all the hogsmaede as it will be open for you lot tomorrow. Especially the Shrieking shack".

The Shrieking shack- hogsmaede -box- Granger. Ron don't know why he linked all of this together but he know a plan had just been formed on his mind.

They passed remaining time with the trio happily chatting with hagrid, harry and ginny trying to eat up the cake he gave them, while ron secretly fed his plate to fang. Either they hadn't noticed or ignored ron walking around the house completely.

When the three eventually got up to head to their respective classes hagrid noticed the box was missing, with a letter nearby it.

'Just took it for a day, will give you back tomorrow. Please trust me' -RW.
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Ron was on his way to the library having spent half an hour with Daphne in an empty classroom snogging heavily before dinner.

He never thought they would be upto that level now, but they had done it and it was fine, nice even.

But he stopped it before they the situation could escalade into more and he also had asked her about Granger, having not seen her for the whole day.

His fiance had informed him, that as he should have expected the girl spent her whole day, other than classes in the library preparing for her OWLS like a maniac, as she is. Bloody know-it-all Ron thought.

He entered the library to see her sitting at the farthest end of the room of the room surrounded with books, sitting in a chair, biting her lip, intently concentrating on the book in front of her.

He know he is just lusting after her, also taking revenge on her and malfoy together, he doesn't care for her.

But then why would he bring her two set of sandwiches wrapped in a towel, why is his heart starts to beat quickly, his hands shaking.

He forced himself to think of the current matter he wanted to talk with her and moved forward to her table, the library is empty save for them both and madam pince as it is already near curfew. He cleared his throat loudly from behind her and she jumped up before turning to glare at him. She lost all the blood in her face after seeing him.

"I never seen you today at the great hall".

"Oh, um. I was preparing for my OWLS".

"So I've heard. But you must eat something, exhausting yourself will not help in you in any way of getting your grades" he said calmly and she quirked an eyebrow in surprise.

Ronald weasley caring for me? The world must be coming to an end.

"I thought you never cared for me" she said softly dropping the book on the table.

"I dont care for you" he snapped "I just....." He trailed off eyeing her watching him expectantly. "Here" he said giving her the wrapped sandwich towards her.

"Oh, thats alright. You didnt have to. I already have enough, pansy and daphne gave me some" she said pointing out to some sausages and snacks placed near her on the table.

"Oh" he let out in an disappointed tone.

Hermione watched his face cringe in disappointment before she quickly spoke up "But i needed some more anyway. So thanks" she said and took his offering.

They both stood there awkwardly, not even knowing why they are being civil to each other.

"I wanted to say you something"

"Hmm"

"Tomorrow is hogsmaede"

"Yes. I know, draco asked me"

"O..Okay"

"What is it you want to say"

"Nothing. Just forget it" he said about to turn around when she caught his hands.

"No, please...." He looked at their clasped hands and realising what she had done she let go off his hand "What is it".

"I- i want to meet you tomorrow. Near, the shrieking shack if you will come" he asked and hermione gulped her heart thudding loudly.

She know why he wanted to meet her and even though she know that she should'nt say yes, she also know she will meet him there. Her treacherous body and heart will wanted to meet him anyway.

She know she have already fallen deep into it, something between lust and more, something that shouldn't have happened with him but she can't help it now, not any more.

"I'll come...."

"I'll be waiting" he nodded back before walking out of the library.

Hermione sighed after he had gone, letting out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. It's all in vain now, she should have thought of it before.

That her heart would get feelings for him, even knowing it was just a plan of Draco's, she got unrequited feelings for him more than lust she had been feeling for him.

But she is just scared to confirm it, to admit it to him. If this was her first love then she doesn't want to be get played by him, just to get revenge on draco.

She hoped on merlin that atleast all he feel towards her was lust and not just an ultimate plan for revenge. She thought before putting all the snacks and foods her friends got for her into the trash bin before munching on the food Ron bought for her happily.

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Ron weasley stood in the shower, cursing under his breath as his hand stroked his aching erection in search of relief from the nightmare that insisted upon playing over and over in his head.

Her skirt riding dangerously high on her creamy thighs. His shock as she surrendered to his demanding kiss and plunged her own tongue into his mouth while pressing her body firmly against him. Her hands loosening the buttons of his uncomfortably tight trousers. The feel of his length slipping down her velvety throat as her silken heat and wetness caressed his probing fingers.

No matter how he tried, he just couldn’t get that damned little vixen off his mind. The events like when she was getting wet from his touch and when his traitorous prick had erupted into her mouth, and the lingering taste and smell of her juices on his fingertips had been exquisite torture.

He just couldn’t understand why she had such an effect on him. He had a beautiful and willing fiance and not unattractive himself, so why in the name of Merlin did he have to keep lusting after Malfoys girlfriend?

He had to have her again and again; that was all there was to it. Last time just after when he fucked her on the side of the lake, they were in the great hall having dinner and he actually considered just grasping her wrist and lead her away.

How could his plans had gone wrong, he wanted only to make her hurt, to humiliate malfoy, to take her control away, not the other way around he didn't wanted to have a secret affair with his own fiance's best friend. But.....Oh, how he wanted to bed her every minute of the day, to slide himself between her thighs and take her forcefully.

He wanted to make her beg, either for release or to be released; he didn’t really care which one. He still didn’t know how he could have allowed a bloody slytherin to make him lose control like that.

But he had to regain control of his own mind to save himself some dignity and the honour of the gryffindors.
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They reached the three broomsticks at the exact time as they planned, taking a seat in the corner of the shop, sitting beside each other.

Daphne had wanted to go to madam pudifoots where she heard many rumours that couples spend time doing 'Activities'.

She had also wanted to do it with ron, but he declined it saying that he don't have that much money to spend in that fancy shop, she also even offered to pay for them but he insisted that they go to the three broom sticks and she relented to make him feel comfortable.

She wondered why ron looked in a hurry, her hand fell on top of his, which was also on top of the table making him look up at her "Ron, you okay?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"You look as if you are in a hurry.... do I make you uncomfortable?" She asked tentatively, biting her lips.

"Oh, no! I-- fuck!! Sorry daph. I just had things running in my head"

"Oh, that's alright. It's our first hogsmaede visit without harry ron. So... if you feel uncomfortable with me you can say. Yeah?" She asked with a little smile. He nodded back tight lipped.

Two small jars of butter beer flew towards their table and they started to sip, even now ron without saying anything.

Daphne worried that he might be feeling anxious or uncomfortable but all ron could think was meeting Granger and wondered that if she'll even come.

"So. Do you have any plans for summer?" She asked interrupting his thoughts.

"Uh, err....no? Why?"

"Nothing...I-i just thought that may be we could spend some time together...." She said blushing.

"Um, okay. I'll ask harry and we'll both decide a date" ron said not realising what he meant.

"No... not harry.... just the two of us".

"Eh?" He looked at her confused before he got what she is talking about "Oh....Um, okay if you're okay... Okay" he said awkwardly looking down.

"Thanks ron" she said before leaning in to kiss him on his cheeks, just in time he turned his head to see her. Their lips crashed and without thinking both started to song deeply, tongue tying together, hands tightly clutched on their respective butter beer jars, not wanting to release the hold, sacred of breaking the moment.

Ron was enjoying the moment, his tongue sensually caressed her roof before doing the same with the back of her tongue and swirling around it with his earning a erotic moan out of her before a face flashed in his mind 'Hermione'.

He quickly broke the kiss and moved away, his jar fell down to the floor, braking into hundred pieces "I...I have to go. Just remembered i have something to buy for mum. Will be right back, don't wait for me if it got late" he said and hurried out of the door, ignoring the calls of Daphne.
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She shivered slightly as she walked back up the road, silently praying it was lust or she even hoped for love and not revenge that motivated Ronald weasley.

She had not thought of way to convince draco from the hogsmaede visit with him as she concentrated more on the head and his plans.

It was in the morning when she came down to her common room she saw draco waiting for him along with pansy (who hoped that she wouldn't come) and blaise and her fiance had called it a date.

So after a few minutes they were walking along the roads of hogsmaede with him clutching her hand tightly and followed by his friends.

But thanks to her brilliant mind she quickly made up an excuse of headache and retching, that was all it took for him to get convinced that she is not well so she quickly made her way back not for Hogwarts but the Shrieking shack.

When Hermione could see the fence at the end of the road leading off to the Shrieking Shack, she nervously chewed her lip as she watched the tall figure standing there. What if this wasn’t even him? What if he were merely using her to get back draco? She was on the verge of turning to run as ron turned to face her, light red hair catching the sunlight like it is on fire and reflecting on his handsome face.

Hermione was amused to see the expression on Ron's face, which seemed almost at war with itself. He looked as if he wanted to smile, but was forcing himself to sneer at the same time. Oddly, that gave her confidence. If ron were there for other than lustful purposes, he would have a smile hitched firmly in place to try and catch her off her guard. Clearly he was as torn by his feelings towards her as she was over her feelings towards him. She stepped closer to him, looking around her, to check no one had seen them, knees trembling ever so slightly beneath her cloak.

Ron extended his hand, which she took cautiously. He pulled her to him, brushing her lips with a gentle kiss before leading her away towards the evil looking tree which scared her so much.

She witnessed as he shown a box at it's direction which shown a bright red before the tree stopped moving and before she know, they were inside the Shrieking shack room which contrary to her expectation looked clean as her dormitory. Must have been his doing, she thought in awe of his preparations.

The gleam in Ron's eyes could only be called animalistic as he backed Hermione against the edge of the bed. The heat radiating from his body only fuelled the flame burning within Hermione and she longed to reach for him, but was not yet confident in her situation.

Hermione barely had time to register that he’d drawn his wand before she was standing naked before him, and he smiled in spite of himself. Ron dropped his cloak to the floor, advancing on her and pinning her to the bed with his own weight, again pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was still gentle, but searing with the heat of passion.

He waved a hand, and she tensed as she felt velvet ropes bind her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. Hermione knew she could be in grave danger, naked and wand less as she was, and staked out at his mercy, he could do anything to her, but still she felt the tingle of need between her thighs. She had mastered some wand less magic, but she doubted levitating a feather would be much use should the situation get out of hand.

She had to smile a bit as the image of using the feather to tickle weasley into submission flitted through her mind.

Ron was surprised by Hermione’s mischievous smile. He wanted her to beg for him to take her — but that would come later. He leisurely began to remove his own clothes as she watched him, not really sure if he was making her excited or afraid, but hoping for a bit of both.

Ron always made no pretense at hiding the size of his erection once he had completely removed all his clothes. He wanted her to know what she will be missing out on IF they stop what id happening between them, considering they would be marrying other people in the future.

He started at her toes, sucking them one by one into his warm and greedy mouth, tickling the sensitive flesh between each pair with the tip of his tongue. He traced lazy circles on the bottoms of her feet and sucked on her ankle bones as erotically as if they were her nipples. He licked and nibbled his way up each of her calves, pausing to tickle her knees with the length of his tongue. Hermione thrashed against her bindings all the while, but neither of them said a single word. The only sounds in the room were of their heavy breathing, the occasional soft moans and sighs from Hermione that she couldn’t force into silence.

She was actually quite pleased the pounding of her heart and the occasional gush of her fluids from between her thighs could not be heard in the otherwise silent room.

Ron, however, likely would not have noticed from the pounding in his own ears caused by the pressure building inside his body as he bathed her luscious body with his tongue. He is sure his cock just wouldn’t be dissuaded by taking her once this time.

Ron continued his tongue bath up each of Hermione’s thighs, purposely avoiding what lay between them, and working his way across her belly and up each of her sides. He came dangerously close to Hermione’s breasts, but again avoided these most sensitive spots in favor of teasing her more. Hermione had to bite her lips together with her teeth to keep from begging him to take her. She both loved and hated the frenzy he was creating in her body.

His tongue skated across Hermione’s right shoulder and down the length of her arm, pausing to plant a soft kiss on the tender skin that was pulled tight against her bindings where she’d struggled to free herself while he’d tantalized her lower body. She was perfectly still now, not wanting to distract him from his exploration of her delicate skin.

He licked the palm of her hand with the flat of his tongue and began sucking her fingers, one by one, into his very hot mouth. Hermione’s flesh tingled, from anticipation and from the moisture left on her body from his delicious tongue. By the time he had bathed her left shoulder and arm in the same delightful manner as her right, Hermione felt she was on the brink of losing her resolve.

Ron cursed silently to himself. He was pleased by the sounds his teasing earned, but the witch should be begging him by now. She had uttered not a single word and his own resolve was weakening. His cock ached with a need even greater than their last time together and he longed to sheath himself inside her. But he would play this game longer because he could not let her win again to see his weakness.

Slowly, he lowered his weight on top of the sexy girl tied to the bed and began to nibble at her earlobes and neck. He licked across Hermione’s eyelids and down the length of her nose before giving in briefly to sate some of his hunger with a passionate kiss. Ron finally tore himself away from the kiss and slithered his body farther down hers, pausing to suckle at one breast, while palming the other and brushing its nipple with his thumb. He smiled against Hermione’s heated skin as he felt her shiver, but still the only sound she made was a subtle change in the rhythm of her breathing.

'Stubborn witch’ he thought as he slipped further down her tempting body and delved into her navel with his tongue.

By now, he could feel the moisture leaking from his engorged cock and he was struggling to maintain control. He could not let go. He would not be outdone again by his lust for her. Again he slid down her body, this time laving his tongue deeply into Hermione’s folds, breathing in the scent of her desire. Merlin, he’d missed that taste and that smell! And it's just been one day. He couldn’t count the times he’d wanked off to the mere memory of them.

Ron was determined to tantalize Hermione into verbalizing her need before he took her. With practiced expertise, he plunged his tongue as deeply into Hermione’s center as he could then began to suck on her little nub, earning quite a few unrestrained moans, but nothing more. He wet his fingers in her juices and pressed first one, then another, gently into her rectum. He wiggled and scissored them softly, making her squirm. She whimpered uncontrollably when he slipped two fingers from his other hand into her sopping pussy. His fingers worked together in a slow push and pull while his tongue massaged her clit. Within seconds, Hermione was flooding in climax on his hand and moaning loudly, but still she refused to give voice in words to her desire.

He could take no more, assuring himself that her violent orgasm was proof of his own superiority as he raised himself to his knees. With a mere wave of his hand, he summoned two pillows which he positioned underneath Hermione’s hips to raise her bum off the bed for his entry.

Hermione was impressed with both his skill in wand less magic and in forcing her orgasm from her, but as much as she was enjoying herself, she was determined to make him lose hie control first.

Ron stroked his cock slowly with his hand, watching the nubile witch spread out before him for any sign of fear or of want. He needed her to show one or the other, to acknowledge his superiority, the sign of he won in his plan of revenge, but he soon realised it was not coming. Whether she felt it or not, he somehow knew she would never allow it to show.

Hermione watched Ron's hand move on his cock, desperately wanting it to be her own hand, or her mouth, that caressed him. She’d missed the feel of him in her or her mouth more than she cared to admit.

Finally, ron could hold out no longer and conceded to himself it would be better to take her now, perhaps roughly, than to spill himself on her belly just from staring at her body. He smirked a bit, wondering if what would malfoy do if he know that he used his fiance and bedded so many times for his sexual pleasure. If he did then it would break malfoy's heart into thousand pieces and it was on that thought that ron positioned himself at Hermione’s entrance and shoved himself forcefully into her tight body.

Hermione gasped at his sudden roughness, but still said nothing. It hurt, but there is also a feeling of intense pleasure as he pressed himself firmly against spots so deep inside her. She ached to wrap her legs around him, and apparently he sensed that desire from the tensing of the muscles in her thighs. The velvet cords that bound her to the bed simply vanished and she tingled as the blood rushed back into her feet and hands before she wrapped her legs around his hips as she usually does and used her feet to urge him further into her warmth.

He obviously found her movements pleasing, as he groaned loudly before taking her mouth in a hungry kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his copper locks, and kissed him back with all the passion she possessed.

Hermione wasn’t sure how long the two remained entwined this way, like two long-time lovers who’d not met for quite some time. She relished the feel of his hardness inside her, and of his hands exploring her body as they kissed.

When he finally raised himself to gaze into her eyes, she then know for sure that she lost her soul in the depths of his blue stare, she know what this is. Love. It is like the articles she found on her mothers cup board often. She is ready to enslave her soul to him for all her lifetime, if he would take her. This is not just lust, it is more than that.

Every one of her nerve endings was on fire, and his touch only stirred the embers until she felt a raging inferno building deep within her. She didn’t want to be the first to come, especially when he’d already pushed her over that edge once, but she knew she was powerless to hold on much longer. In silent desperation, she began to clinch her vaginal muscles around his shaft after each thrust inward, taking the subtle pain of her walls and the pleasure of friction with his hard cock, gripping him tightly as he began each outward stroke, then she’d release again as he pushed back in.

Ron knew he was lost as Hermione began milking at his cock with her pussy. He was only able to stop himself from swearing aloud by crushing his mouth against hers in a last forceful kiss as he spilled himself deep inside her. His flood of warmth brought Hermione to her own release, but she hoped perhaps he might not have noticed it while lost in the strength of his own orgasm.

As the tremors subsided in both their sated bodies, they stayed on top of each other panting until hermione whispered "I love You".

Ron lowered his weight once more onto Hermione, rolling them both sideways so that they lay facing one another. Try as he might, he couldn’t force the satisfied lopsided smile off his face. Hermione smiled back at him, marveling at how beautiful he truly was.

After several rounds of sex and long moments of simply staring at one another, ron reached for his wand on the bedside table. With a wave, both of them were cleansed and clothed. He took her hand in his and leaned forward to press his lips softly against her forehead before taking her safety outside back to their meeting point in Hogsmeade.

As Hermione steadied herself before resuming her journey, she looked up expectantly, but he had already gone. Never a word had passed between them, but she supposed to herself with happiness as she walked back to the castle, that perhaps his silence means more than she wished for.

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Ron quickly walked on the pathway back to the castle, whistling happily his mind occupied completely by granger.

He and she, they both know by now that it's not just lust that attracted them towards each other but love.

"I love you" She had whispered moments ago looking straight into his eyes and they had fallen in love with each other even before his revenge plan.

Only one guy to thanks, Draco malfoy.

His stupid plan of getting back on Gryffindors and him only made granger..... hermione fall for him.

He was deep into his thoughts, not concentrating on his way, so that he walked straight into a pair among where the girl had been laughing like a maniac.

He hit their back with a 'thump'.

Ron backed away lifted his face to say sorry but stopped when he noted the couple, Harry and Ginny, who were red faced and holding hands.

As soon as Harry saw where Ron's eyes had settled he pulled away his hand from Ginny's hold, making Ginny scoff at ron.

Seriously, who is the guy among these two....

"What you two doing here?" He asked suspiciously between his best friend and sister.

"Err..." Harry started but ginny cut him off.

"Exactly, what you are doing here ron. Having fun!".

"I'm not talking about that.... why are you here? Why aren't you in the castle already?. It's almost hogsmaede closing time".

"Oh," harry rubbed the back of his neck "We are late, we visited every shop here"

"Where's Daphne?" Ginny asked looking behind her brother as if the said girl is hiding behind his back.

"Probably gone back to the castle. She said she has some quick work to care off..." He lied nonchalantly.

"Okay.... Come on, let's go" ginny said, harry nodded and they both closed their cloaks on top of their heads.

"Oh shit" ron muttered.

"What is it mate"

"I forgot my cloak. You two go, i will be back"

"Be quick. We are already so late!" It was true as ron ran back into the town looking around he couldn't see a single students and all the shops were closing as well.

He quickly made his way to the three broomsticks but slowed down when he reached the shop, his breathing getting slower, heart pounding in his ears, he gulped as he watched Daphne standing outside of the three broomstick (which is closing now), clutching his cloak tightly in her hands, shivering in the cold.

He walked over to her slowly watching her face lit from worry looking at him "Hey ron" she beamed.

"You.... You've waited. You waited for me?...." He finished it as a question unsure.

"Of course, i waited" She frowned "You said you would come back, didn't you... and I don't want to go without you" she said smiling.

His heart broke like the glass of jar that he accidentally broke hours ago, feeling for her, looking at her standing there and smiling at him innocently.

He felt guilt overwhelming him like never before, what he done to this girl, what he been doing to her, his best friend, the girl that loves him even before he realised what love is. His eyes welled up with tears, he hugged her then fiercely, sobbing into her shoulders.

"I'm sorry.....I.... shit, m'sorry. Please.... Forgive me, daph, i.... sorry" he hiccuped up between his sobs.

She stood confused before hugging him back, patting and caressing his back "Shh... It's okay ron. That's okay really. You came back didn't you? I would have waited more for you...." That words completely shattered him, making him cry harder.

Some minutes later, he let go off her and smiled shakily at her "I'm sorry....I...I promise daph. I, i will never leave you again..."

'I will never see her again'
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Weeks passed after the hogsmaede weekend, everyone busy with their own life.

Some taking their term final exam preparation seriously, some playing games and making fun without a care for studies. Couple's sneaking around to reduce some frustrations.

Some getting distracted, like Hermione Granger, who is sitting inside the library with notes around her. Her best friend, Daphne Greengrass sitting beside her.

She was distracted not because of any family problems or she was worried about any of the other subjects but because of a certain red head, who stole her heart long ago and kept it himself.

Ron weasley hadn't been distracting ever since, but in recent times..... in a bad way. He hadn't touched her, hadn't tried to make conversation with her, not even a glance at her way.

He kept to himself mostly, she didn't even had a chance to speak with him alone, he is always with his sister Ginevera or his best friend Harry Potter. He even sits in the great hall table facing away from her and all she could she was his back.

She is worried that her revealing her true feelings for him had caused all this ruckus but another part of her said it wasn't, that she know he loves her too. So, there is no reason for her to worry right.....

Maybe she should ask to Daphne "Um, hey daph...."

"Hmm"

"Can I ask you something?"

"I already noted the important ingredients in the fifth page. Just take a look..."

"No. It's not about that...."

"Oh" Daphne said confused before she set her book down on the table "What is it then"

Hermione doesn't know how to ask it subtly without revealing much, but she decided to give a try anyway "Is everything alright between you and ron?"

"Yeah. Why?" Daphne frowned at the girl for asking unusual questions.

"I didn't meant to get into your personal life. But I was just asking, because you seem a little worried and I hadn't seen ron a lot around not even for patrol rounds, is he coming for group studies?"

"Worried? Do I?" Daphne asked before touching herself self consciously "maybe it's because I'm studying too much.... but ron-" she cut off herself with a laugh "No... he isn't coming for group studies anymore, snape doesn't even care about it. He said he is going to prepare for his newt, seems like I'm a bad influence on him" she giggled goofily before adding "Not only that, he wants to meet me daily in that abondoned classroom now"

"Why?" Hermione asked but needn't need the answer anymore for it as Daphne blushed heavily. He is just doing it to play safe, he is just doing it to play safe! hermione chanted inside her head ignoring the nagging feeling of jealousy.

"Did he said that to you?"

"Yes" Daphne said before she sighed "But he looked worried. Like something bad happened, he doesn't talk to everyone like before"

"Are you going to meet him tonight too?"

"Yes".
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Daphne adjust her skirt and blouse slightly before ruffling her hair, she looked side to side peeking outside of the classroom.

She waved at someone behind her and ran off to the direction of the slytherin dungeons letting out a giggle.

Ron came out of the same room, smiled at her retreating back and sighed as her form vanished taking a turn to another corridor.

He turned to his left to head to the stairs nearby, so he could walk up to the gryffindor tower but he froze when someone spoke inside the shadows "You seem so busy".

"How come you are here" he shot back without turning to see who it is, just knowing the voice from hearing it.

Hermione stepped out expecting him to turn around and reach her, when he didn't she walked over to him "I wanted to speak with you"

"About?" He asked before shivering as one of her finger's in her left hand slowly made a narrow path down his spine.

"You know what about...... I know what you are doing with Daphne is just to keep us safe....."

"Maybe you should start doing it with malfoy too".

"I don't have to, don't want to. Hadn't done it all these years and have no idea to start it now, that I have you..... I don't love him"

"I haven't shagged her, i can't..." Ron let out in a breath.

Hermione smiled "I know you won't....." She hugged him from behind "Why you haven't come to see me?. I missed you.... missed this" her hug become even more tighter and she sighed delighted in his closeness.

"I-I know you hate getting distracted from your studies and it is exam, so..."

"So you don't want to distract me.... with other activities" she finished and he nodded his head.

"It's okay. I understand, we'll take it slow..... I'll wait for you, until next year then and I will wait for you as long as you want..."

'Of course, I'll wait for you' Daphne's said words jerked him out of Hermione's embrace.

"I have to go..... reading....." He muttered looking down.

Hermione laughed a hearty laugh "Of course, newts are important to you now. You know, if you want any help, come to the library, i will be there" he just nodded his head before he walked off not even a second glance at her. Hermione felt something strange as he slowly walked away from her, a sense of loss and she don't know why.

"Ron!" She shouted and he whipped his head to see her running towards him before jumping and hugging him, her hands around his shoulders "I love you.. just don't forget that.." She whispered.
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Ron sat in the burrow's living room couch practically hiding, from Harry Potter's scrutiny from behind the book he been reading.

Harry and Ginny were playing chess in front of him after the both of them surprisingly winning him two times each.

Ginny's full concentration is on the game, while harry kept throwing his best mate suspicious glances.

Ever since they saw him hiding from Slytherin, running away from girl's groups and behaving strangely on the last day of the school returning to their homes for summer, harry had been suspicious.

Ron had explained it that he hadn't wanted a fight with malfoy as it is the last day returning to home but harry know him better, to identity when he is lying.

Ahead of them in the kitchen table, his dad and brothers were having breakfast with his mum serving them.

It was all going almost as any usual day until they all heard a tapping sound on the kitchen window. His mother walked over to let in a big brown owl which landed on his fathers shoulder, a ministry owl.

He took the official letter from it and opened it, his mother stood near him, reading the letter over his fathers shoulder.

"Oh" his mother gasped in surprise "Really arthur? A scholarship as a gift?"

"Its useless anyways" his father mumbled before passing the letter over to the twins, who read it together.

"What? Arthur, its a scholarship and with that much less money".

"Molly, dear. Yes, but its on dumstrang. I'm sure none of our childern want to go there alone...." His father and mother continued their discussions on the matter but ron wasn't listening.

A scholarship.... affordable price.

To study their alone....

Away from her....

He is so sure, that if the next year starts he cant be able to run away or hide from her, if she find out that he is running away from her she may tell daphne everything.

If he didnt go, he know he will eventually succumb to his temptations and go after her again, merlin knows the kind of control he had for the last term.

With the thoughts plaguing his mind, he quickly made a decision "Dad, mum.... Can I talk to you guys for a minute?"
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"But why do you have to go?" Daphne wailed with tears in her eyes.

"Don't you start too daph, i had to make harry and my siblings understand and now, they are not talking to me, it's much more affordable than hogwarts with the scholarship, if i go there, dad can manage with ginny and the twins studies" Ron said, a hand holding her one hand and the other on her shoulders, from where they both sat on his bed.

"I understand that. But, why do YOU have to be the one?" She whimpered "why not Ginny..."

"Ginny is a girl, she can't manage their alone"

"What about the twins?"

"They won't be away from each other!" Ron lined up lame excuses.

"Then I will come too, i can talk to dad..... I'm sure he can get me--"

"Daph. Please..." He said miserably, making her to stop talking and listen to him "I know, how you feel. It's tough for me too, but I hope I can make you understand, but it's not that easy--"

"Okay. Okay..... I'll let you go. But on one condition" she huffed, tears still in her eyes, arms across her chest.

"What is that?" He asked curious.

"You should write me a letter daily, with I love you, must in it. You should write about everything you do everyday, don't talk to other girls and you will come back here on both the Christmas vacation and summer. Got it?" She asked in a threatening tone.

Ron couldn't help but laugh "Okay".

She smiled back "Come here" she said before wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him down to the bed with her.
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Hermione lay in her dormitory bed, it's the first day of the sixth year, classes are still going on but she isn't leaving her bed.

She lay there looking up at the ceiling, tears falling down her face.

She had been so expectant to see him again, so anxious since she got on the Hogwarts express.

Finished searching through the groups of students, patrolling prefects, yesterday night at the great hall but couldn't find him anywhere.

She thought he might come at the morning and was so happy, dreaming off the things that could happen between them again.

But when she found him no where again this morning, she asked daphne (who looked rather upset, just like his gryffindor friends) where he had been, she got her answer. He gone off to dumstrang, in a scholarship to study.

And hermione couldn't hear anything anymore, he wasn't coming back, he will study his remaining two years there, in dumstrang. She silently walked all the way down to her Slytherin dorm falling on to her bed and let out a loud wailing, sobbing harder for what she just lost....her heart and for the first time.

Maybe she could write a letter to viktor krum, to contact him.

Then hermione couldn't help wonder, if this is all a part of his plan of revenge, but it's not necessary, he knows she fallen in love with him earlier when he fallen for her. He know it.

But what if, he was never in love with her, all was a stupid plan to get back at draco, to use her as his plaything.

Then her cold Slytherin brain started to work, it confirmed it that it is a part of his plan, making her fall for him, taking her heart and just run away without giving her a warning and so he will win Draco. Is that it?

The bastard!!

Hot fury burned in her heart, her eyes full of fury..... the hate she felt for him before she fell for him only increased tenfold. He showed his true nature, traitorous blood traitor. How could you have been so stupid Hermione?!.

And she promised herself, that she isn't going to just leave him..... she will get back at him for this, for what he done to her, for using her as a bait in his pathetic revenge game.

Well, he hasn't won yet, there is still Daphne with her, she could just create a problem in his life with just a snap, afterall she is girl isn't she....

'We will meet again weasley'

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Three years later~
2022 April 17

"Which coach did he said he'll be in? The front or back?" Harry asked, moving through the crowd hurriedly waving back at some people who waved at him.

"I don't know...." Ginny trailed off looking around the Kings cross platform on her toes.

"You must have asked him before gin. We can't just accio ron through all these people".

"I'm not the only one who was talking with him! Am I?" Ginny snapped back.

Harry sighed "Okay, sorry. Let's just look through, he'll get down anyways" he shrugged and continued passing through the crowds looking at the train for any sign of his best mate.

"Harry....." Someone called way ahead before him, leaning from a train doorway and waving at him.

Harry turned to look a familiar red head with a wide grin getting pushed out of the train with a cane probbing at him.

"Ron!" Harry shouted happily and pushed people out of his way rudely, making a beeline for the compartment where he saw Ron waving.

"Sorry, they are best friends meeting after a long time..... sorry" Ginny apologized to those who glared at Harry's back, following harry.

When Harry reached the compartment they both stopped watching as ron got little beating from the cane by a small old lady who was chastising him "Standing in the doorway like that, dont we old people want to get down? who do you think you are? You young people are so worse..."

"Ow..Oh, okay lady.... I'm...m'sorry" Ron whimpered getting the beatings and trying to grab the cane "What are you two laughing at? Come and get her away!!" He said looking unbelievably at his best mate and sister who were just laughing at the scene.

After Harry and Ginny managed to get the lady away from Ron with an apology, they started head towards the exit "That was a nice welcome if you ask me, even Harry and I didn't planned one" Ginny laughed making Harry to snigger.

"Yeah, yeah..... Laugh all you want" Ron huffed rolling his eyes.

"Don't get your wand in a knot mate..... You're here after a long time. What you wanna do first?"

"But don't you want to get your auror training?" Ginny asked concerned.

"That's alright. I took half a day, I'll report tomorrow with Ron" Harry said dismissively.

"Oh, if that's the case, let's head to some restaurant......I'm starving" Ron said walking ahead of them eagerly.

"When you aren't?" Ginny scoffed before she and harry started to follow the tall red head.
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"You've changed so much!" Harry exclaimed at Ron, who was hurriedly shoving his face with food while sitting in a muggle restaurant.

"I don't think so. He eats much the same way" Ginny said curiously looking at ron, while Ron nodded.

Harry groaned "That's not what I meant. You grown so much ron, new hair cut, big muscles? How did you get all those"

Ron swallowed his food "Well, you aren't much behind, how do you think I got these... magic?" He asked taking mock offence.

"That's not what I meant..." Harry started but cut off by Ron's laugh.

"I know, Just kidding mate. You know how I wrote about joining quidditch there?" Harry nodded "Yeah. So it's not just a fun game for them, they take the game more seriously than us. Training candidates for world leagues and all, almost more than half of the students are training for the game there. The coach liked me, i don't know why... Probably for some weird reason, but he told me to get to try beater too along with keeper. I even played one match as a beater".

"A Beater?! But you never said about it to us.... Neither of us" he added when Ginny nodded her head.

"Not even on Christmas vacation..... when you came by"

"That's just happened at the last year and that's not a big deal, there's nothing to say much about it"

Well, there is still some old habits in him.

"Okay. What happened at the game then. You liked playing as a beater?"

"Oh, god... it sucks!!" Ron cried "But.... its, you know...Okay?. I pushed two people out of their brooms, keeper reflexes helped me to point at them, but I just slapped the ball hard and it got them. So nice, but won't set for me"

"Yeah, i can feel that. I won't play as a keeper after playing so long as a chaser. But you would. Wouldn't you?" He asked looking fondly at ginny before touching her shoulders with his own "won't stop talking about it..." He trialed off smiling along with Ginny before noticing Ron looking at them and laughing awkwardly, red faced.

Ron frowned, looking curiously between them. Strange, why are they acting strange? He wondered.

"What about you gin, you said about the match with the ruthless rings.... That's the name ain't it?" He asked confused at his little sister.

"Yeah. Japan tour. Made me sit as substitute for all the matches" she said sadly with pursued lips, he noticed Harry's hand moving to his sister's and she smiled at the bespectacled boy.

"That's alright. You will get your chances. I know, you are the best" he smiled before Ginny asked something.

"Daphne hadn't come here! Did she said something to you? We couldn't reach her...".

"Oh, yeah. She said she'll be busy this week, training in France........ She'll come back in weekends, that means, yeah tomorrow..... Apparently healer job is taking a toll on her" he chuckled swallowing a spoonful of ice cream.

"And.... how do you know that? Surely you couldn't have spoke with her through owl post or floo network, because we can't...." Ginny asked suspiciously.

Ron blushed "Um, she came to visit me, last weekend straight from France".

"Ooohhhh" they both howled in unison before burst out laughing as Ron's face turned beet red.

"Hey, nothing happened as what you think alright. We just don't have time for that anyway"

"Okay. We don't want to hear about that" Harry cringed "So, what about you dumstrang friends?"

"What about them?!"

"Aren't you going to be in touch with them?"

"Haven't found anyone like you, just a few friends, i have been just there for only two years harry.... Although, i got one, he'll be coming next month or something to visit me"

"Good. It's better if you know who is your best friend is. Where are you going to stay then? Should we go to the burrow now?"

"No, we'll go tomorrow, I'm so tired for anything today and what is with the 'where are you going to stay questions?' you know, where im staying, with you of course" he said smiling and getting up, from his chair not noticing the anxious expressions of both Harry and Ginny.
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"This place looks different than the last time I saw it. It looks a little girly....." Ron said looking around thoughtfully standing at the centre of the hall.

"Because it is 'girly', i changed some" Ginny said from the couch, where she is sitting beside a sweating harry, annoyed that he had referred to the decorations as girly.

Ron sighed "Ginny, you can't decide how Harry's house should look. It's his decision, just because you're his best mate's sister...." He trialed off looking at how the both sat looking tense "Why are you both acting strange?" He asked suspiciously watching as how they both sat straighter.

"Um, N-nothing"

"No, it's not nothing" Ginny said glaring at harry before looking back at her brother "Ron, there is something you have to know but before you should calm down. Why don't you take some deep breaths?"

"Okay..... now, I'm really getting annoyed. Just... say what it is" he said involuntarily taking deep breaths.

"We're in a relationship!"

"WHAT?!" Ron thundered standing up and looking down at the pair.

"Ron, please.... Don't get angry...."

"Wh-No, no, no..... I'm not angry. I'm happy".

"Really?" Harry asked surprised.

"Yes. I'm happy that it's you and my sister harry. I know you. You are a good guy".

"Er.... thanks" Harry blushed, smiling rubbing the back of his neck.

"A bit boring, yeah. But that's alright ginny is the opposite of you. So it won't be a problem" ron chuckled.

"Oi! I'm not boring...." Harry protested before he turned to ginny pouting "Am I?"

"Oh, my baby!!....No, of course not" she said ruffling her boyfriend's hair.

"Ugh. I dont want to see all this..... But when did you two decide on it and how did it happened! And what happened to Neville?"

Ginny scoffed "I'll tell you......"

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It was almost midnight at the charming village of Budleigh Babberton. A Muggle town and a deadly quiet one as it had been abandoned by the civilians long ago.

But at the corner of the road some people are walking out of a wall, which was getting safeguarded by two big looking wizards, the people coming out looks drunk and excited.

Inside the wall there is a polished looking marble style floor with new wizarding rock music playing and lights are flashing in a disco style.

Groups of girls and boys are dancing separately, smoking weed or some clutching a glass of fire whiskey.

Among them a group of five girls were giggling and dancing, caring about no rhythm or music, just putting the steps as they wish. While the four of the girls were scantily clad, dressed, a beautiful witch among them, one with choclate brown eyes, brown curls and white but lightly medium tanned skin was wearing a decent black shirt, tight blue jeans and high heels was laughing and enjoying time with her girl friends.

Until she felt someone pushing at her back, she turned around to find a rugged looking guy, with a beard and unkempt hair winking at her and pushing his crotch towards her dancing for the beat.

She put her hand into her shirt sleeves to pull out her wand from where she had been keeping it to hex him to death.

But before she could even touch her wand, someone else beat her to it. A thick delicate glass of whiskey crashed onto the strangers head from behind, the music stopped, girls gasped including hermione.

The stranger screamed in pain, clutching his head, from where the blood had started to flow freely, he fell down and started to writhe on the floor.

Hermione looked up to find her blonde fiance dusting off his hands "That was just the warning toss pot, next you think of rubbing your crotch on MY FINACES arse think of this" he grumbled looking down at the guy. She looked around to see the people who were dancing around her, had formed a circle and eyeing her and Draco in fear.

Draco looked around too before shouting "What the hell are you all looking at?...... go back to dancing, james!!" Just then a big looking guard man came running to bow in front of Draco.

"Sir.... my apologies...."

"I don't want your fucking sorry. Take this dumbass out, i don't want to see him again..... and tell them to continue the music" he glared around at the other people who slowly started to sway.

Hermione huffed at him before walking off to her reserved table, Draco rolled his eyes before following her watching her hips sway and checking out her tight arse in the jeans.

"You don't wear revealing party wears" he said once they sat, taking two glass and filling it up with wine "But this suits you better" he gestured at her dress watching in awe as her shirt tried hard to not to break apart in her chest area.

But Hermione wasn't listening to anything as she is already fuming with what he just done "I already did tell you draco, not to create a scene in public places like these".

"You do know what he tried to do don't you?" He snarled.

"Yes, i do and I would have taken care of it on my own.... Stop calling me your fiance before everyone, the old engagement rules have been broken, you know that right?"

"So what..... we are already engaged in our childhood. Don't forget that your father gave his word to my father" that shut her up, she looked at draco with gritted teeth "Don't get angry now dear, I'm just saying.... Besides, we love each other" he said getting up and sitting beside her, on her couch. His hands around her shoulder and starting to nuzzle her neck.

However, Hermione just shrugged him off and quickly sat on his recently vacated seat.

Draco groaned "Seriously?! Are we still doing that?"

"Yes. We are" Hermione said flatly.

"I waited all school years and why the hell do I have to wait now?" He glared.

"It's your fault. You know what you did, you should have been careful. I promised my father, not to do anything with you until we're married"

"Why not even a kiss?!" He exclaimed.

"Sorry Draco. If you can't wait, then maybe we should break up" Hermione said sipping her wine calmly. Draco know what he did was wrong, but this is a cruel punishment.

He had waited at hogwarts since he came to know that they are engaged at such a small age, they hadn't even shared a proper kiss, but some little kid like pecs only if she allows.

But those are rare too, she usually immerse herself into studies and ignores him. He didn't mind it then as he know she eventually was going to become his and he had pansy to compensate for it, which hermione didn't particularly mind.

But the last two years in Hogwarts was worse, its like something has been changed, she only made small talks with her friends, taking notes, learning, revising that was her life there.

He had thought that if once she had came out of Hogwarts, he can have his way with her but that changed when his and Pansy Parkinson's naked photos caught in witch weekly and daily prophet, which came out blurred.

His father and lord Granger had been so angry with him, he probably would have got Hermione's promise to not get close to Draco and he also know that she is pissed off at him for being close to pansy (who he stopped seeing then), whatever she says he knows that she is love with him.

On the other side, Hermione was thinking of the same thing too but on a completely different scale he may be right about one thing, that she is pissed off at him, not only him, his father, her own mother and her Slytherin friends.

Since the ron left for dumstrang, she hadn't heard anything of him, she even tried to owl him once but then thought of what explanation she could give if someone ask her, so she didn't go ahead with that plan.

The same way she immersed herself more deeper into her studies to get over of his memories but to no avail and it only increased her hate for him, there was never a day she hadn't started without cursing him.

Wherever he is, it's better if he doesn't comes back, because if she seen him ever again he will beg for death to take him.

Then a day came, where she completed her studies and had a talk with her father, she asked him to let her continue with his business but he told a story, a story of prejudice and people whose priorities are blood types, the story of how lucius made her father to engage her to draco, the story of three friends.....

She never felt more disgusted in herself at that moment, considering she had been the same as them just months ago but then she had been a completely different person with him.

She then decided her future, where she promised her father to take of herself, to stand on her own, to search for a job at the ministry, which she did.

She got as the minister's personnel assistant. That too for Dorothy william, the first lady minister in the history of the wizarding world. She got her own place at the hogsmaede, near the ministry, which is actually her friends flat and she is staying there as a paying guest, but it's her own money she is paying. Everything is good, except for her love life.

Truth to be told, her father didn't got her to promise anything regarding Draco, she isn't pissed off with him for being with pansy, she actually felt like as he deserves it.

Maybe it is because of the fact, that her stupid heart doesn't want to move on and still pretty much in love with Ron weasley. That's the reason she is not allowing Draco to be close with her, not even for a kiss. She also hoped maybe he'll get bored and walk out of this engagement deal but she also know him and his father won't back out without getting some of the money in Granger's vault.

"I want to go home" Hermione said suddenly not wanting to think about the cruel red head and just wanted to be alone in the silence and familiarity of her own bedroom.

They flooed back to the Granger manor, not wanting to apparate and splinch themselves. Hermione shuddered hearing the unusual sickly sweet voice of her mother directed towards Draco.

"Oh! Draco dear....... How are you?"

"I'm nice Mrs. Granger and how are you?" He scoffed "Why am I even asking right? You look gorgeous as always" her mother blushed scarlet before let out a girly laugh.

"Oh, draco you naughty. So, you two coming together, these late, something happened" she asked wriggling her eyebrows and Hermione resisted the urge to gag.

She took a deep breath "Bye draco" she waved dismissively at him before walking towards the stairs which led to her room, scared that if she stand there one more minute that she will slap her own mother.

Hermione many times had the urge to do it after realising how many times her mother lied to her and how many times she injected the pure blood attitude into her, but this time the itch to slap her is higher.

"Your going to bed now?".

"Yes. She'll be back tomorrow morning, only i have the key, so, i have to be early there".

"Don't you think it's only a good manners to keep your fiance company?" Her mother asked incredulously.

Hermione whipped around towards her mother, some obscenities at the tip of her tongue but swallowed it quickly "If he wants some company, maybe he could just go to pansy" and ran upstairs.

"Hermione! You stop there right now, young lady" Mrs.Granger shrieked but she had already closed the door to her bedroom, so the elder lady turned towards the blond "Sorry, Draco. I think she is just a little heart break that you had been with pansy. But I'm sure, it'll all get getting once you two are married"

"Yeah, i hope so" he said looking up the stairs.
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She was almost ready, packing up her bags happily in the thought of seeing her boyfriend after a long time.

Well, she did gone to meet him last week. But still....

And not only that he is back this time to stay, he is not going back.

She smiled to herself like a mental thinking of him, until she heard a knock on the door. She turned around to see her colleague ashley standing at the doorway to her room and smiling "You all set?" She asked.

Daphne smiled back "Yeah. I'm..... I'll be back in two days though" she sighed sadly.

Ashley knows that Daphne isn't sad about leaving this place but coming back. She know how the girl was so in anticipation to meet her boyfriend, who got engaged to her in child and all she could talk about is about him, Ronald weasley.

"Well, congratulations on meeting your boyfriend. But im here to ask you to meet thomas. He wanted to meet you" she finished huskily with a snigger.

"Oh, god..... not again" Daphne let out a breath exasperated, looking up at the ceiling "Why can't he just leave me alone"

"Oh, come on daph. He just wants you to conclude the report details"

"You and I both know that's not it. So just, quit it" ashley burst out laughed. Daphne huffed, pushing past her friend grumbling all the way to Thomas's office.

Thomas Zachariah, an handsome, Indian wizard, is the head mediwizard works in st.mungos, who is attending in France now involuntarily, to train the interns.

He have a great amount of girl fans in the interns whom all eye him up without getting tired and are ready to date him if he will just give a chance but he is not after them. He is after one girl, a girl who never minds him at all, Daphne Greengrass.

She neared his office doors to hear his voice coming from inside "Hello, daph, you good?..... fuck! That's not a good way to start.....Hi, daphne, how are you this morning?" She nearly laughed out at that, it seems he is practicing for a speech.

She entered his cabin and cleared her throat, he jumped around from where he been sitting on his table, facing away from her "Oh, oh. Hey d-daphne. Good morning!" He stammered looking at her dazedly.

Daphne raised her eyebrows "You called me?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I did, that's right. Come on, please take a seat" he gestured to a chair where she sat looking at him expectantly.

"Uh, so...."

"The report?"

"Yes, the report. How the work had gone?"

"Um, good. The cruciatus affected people took high draughts as they needed it, i can sense some improvement in the memory casted....." She started explaining, which took ten minutes before she finished "....Sir....Sir?"

"Yes?" He asked smiling like a idiot at her.

"Is this why you really asked me here?" She asked all knowing, he sighed.

"Err..No, of course you know that. Listen, Daphne this is not the first time, I'm showing my interest in you. Give me a chance, let's go for a date, you'll like me"

"Mr. Thomas, it's not i don't like you.."

"So... you like me" he asked brightening up.

"You are a good guy, everyone likes you. Of course I do too.... you are one of the closest person to me, like a friend.... but I don't love you..... if you can understand what I'm saying"

He sulked then "No, i don't understand.... Why can't you love me?"

"Because I already lost my heart to someone? Which I did told you already"

"You and I both know that's not true. None of your friends said you have a boyfriend. Are you just making it up to wave me off your back?"

"No, i really have a boyfriend. We're so in love, he is my best friend too.... Um, maybe I'll send a photo to you later, but I'm telling you all this because you have to stop expecting something from me. It won't work out...... You deserves better than me. I'm sorry" she said getting up and walking out of his cabin "Good day..."

"B-but, i really love you..." He shouted from inside which fell on Daphne's ears partially as she had only one goal now, to meet ron.

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The next day at the burrow is fun. All his brother's and sister-in-law's were there, Swarming up into the burrow excited and happy, just as him to visit him after so long.

It's not like he never visited his home during holidays, but when he did they never gathered because of the heavy workload each of his siblings were in, the effect of building their life.

Bill usually have heavy works at the gringotts, but he does visit him a few times with Fleur delacour, who he married a year ago and living at shell cottage, near a beach.

The twins moved out of the burrow as soon as they finished their schooling, starting a joke shop in the name of Weasley Wizard Wheezes, which is hit among every witches and wizards, even the Middle aged people, as they sell adult products too. Their girlfriend's katie and angelina, too moved in with them much to the dismay of his mother, who doesn't like the concept of living together before marriage.

Ron don't know if he does or doesn't like it, it seems that his mother is right in a few prospect, while his other part thought the contrary, it's not like he will do something with Daphne before marriage because he does support his mother's idea on living together or maybe it's because of his past guilty consciousness.

Charlie is entirely different matter, as he usually never comes to the burrow most of the time, immersing himself in taking care of the dragons more than himself but that's okay with Ron, as considering his second eldest brother did visited him several times, while he was studying in Dumstrang.

Percy on the other hand, surprisingly moved into a flat in a muggle area with his muggle girlfriend, named Audrey, who he never brought to burrow at least once, always busy working under the new minister, probably having a chance to become a minister himself in future.

But today was not a normal day like others, because today is him coming back to his home town, this time not to go back but to stay permanently. Even percy's muggle girlfriend audrey is here, looking around the house and the weasley family fascinatingly as if she had been living in burrow from long ago.

"So Ron, Fred here heard you were going to move in with Harry?" George asked sniggering and controlling the urge to laugh out loud.

"Only, our little sister beat him to it" Fred said laughing out loud, with George joining him. Ron scowled and the twins quickly got quite with each getting a elbow punch in the ribs from their respective girlfriends.

"It's not a problem at all. You can move in with us Ron, we are only happy to have you with us. It'll be all again like Hogwarts days..... Right Harry?" His sister turned to look at his best friend whose eyes gone wide before he nodded his head vigourously in agreement. Ginny beamed before turning back to Ron "See?...Besides, ill be going back to participate in the tournament, so it will be so good if you can keep Harry company, only for two weeks".

Oh, so thats what it is, she needs someone to take care of her fiance, he scoffed internally. So bad, for her because he isn't agreeing to her plan.

"Er....Yeah, actually. You can move in with us Ron. Im... we are really happy" Harry said awkwardly not meeting Ron's eyes, while his whole family rolled their eyes at the bespectacled guy.

"No thanks" Ron grumbled before he noticed Ginny glaring at him, he softened a bit "Thanks for your offer, really. But.... It's alright".

Apparently everyone thought that he is still hacked off at Harry, well they are not wrong.

After hearing the story of how they got together from Ginny, he had an sudden urge to punch Harry in the face, but he can't do it you see, so he kept for glaring at Harry since yesterday and remarking him with crude commets, until his sister dragged him away by his ears and threatened to hex his bits if he behaved like that again to Harry.

He doesn't want to, but how can he not.

Their story goes backwards with him gone to dumstrang, Harry took the role of him, Ginny's big brother (only in name). He become extra protective of her, he didn't stop with that and pummeled neville nearly to death one day when he found Ginny and her fiance snogging heavily in a cupboard.

It started a big fight between Harry and his sister for months but also led to the ultimate confessions of their hearts. Harry had confessed that he fell in love with her last year, while Ginny confessed that she lost her crush on the boy-who-lived, but fell in love with her brother's best mate and was trying to move on with her fiance as she thought that Harry only thinks of her as his best mate's sister.

Ron had been happy, hearing the story of their love confessions until Ginny told that they started shagged at the back of Neville. He become furious, not because they betrayed Neville but Harry shagged his sister while they were at school, she was under age. Harry maybe a good guy, but ginny however big she grows will always be his little sister and the image of his best mate with his sister in bed naked, churned his stomach. But it's all water under the bridge now.

As Neville sad and eventually came to know that Ginny isn't interested in him, they both had a talk with their families, so that their engagement can be broken. As the old marriage law can be ended only if the families broke the deal on both sides.

Neville still don't know that Ginny had been fucking Harry on the sides, but they kept it that way not wanting to hurt him. Now, he had been invited to the couple's next month wedding along with their other school mates and guests. But seriously?!, his little sister is going to get married even before his elder brothers, he just can't believe it.

"You can stay in here, Ron. If you want, that is. We don't mind" His dad said with a sympathetic look.

"Thanks dad... But I'll search for some other place with a low rent, I'm sure i can manage"

"But you haven't even joined in your work yet" Bill said quirking an eyebrow "Maybe you can stay in shel....."

"Stop....Stop" Ron groaned "Seriously guys, i can take Care for myself, i just don't want to disturb any one you. I'm sure, even mum and dad after all this time with house full of kids, will be needing a bit of privacy too" he said and his parents blushed getting grimaces from his siblings and laughs from his in and soon to be In-laws "This is my decision, i want to stand on my own leg. I hope you all do respect that" he said and the whole table fell silent.

"He is right, we should respect his decisions. He isn't a boy anymore" audrey said and blushed as everyone around the table looked intently at her.

"Alright" Arthur weasley cleared his throat "We respect your decision Ron, but if you need any help, please don't hesitate to ask us. We are your family" he said looking at him and Ron nodded.

Suddenly they all heard a loud whip noise and frowned as they recognized it as the sound of apparation. The door to the kitchen from the backyard opened and Daphne Green grass stepped in beaming at everyone "Hey guys".

Ron beamed back, getting off of the table and walking over too her before suddenly getting enveloped in a warm hug as she jumped on him. Grabbing his chin, she kissed him forcefully forgetting where they are.

Before Molly weasley coughed very loudly and she got off of Ron squeaking. She laughed nervously at them before looking up at Ron and pouting "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorrryyyyyy. Father and Mother wanted to see me, i explained it to them but they said they hadn't seen in me so long so they insisted and I thought getting it over with as fast as I can. So I can spend my rest of the day, today and tomorrow with you....." She continued her excited ramblings until Ron interrupted.

"Daph.... Daphne....." He chuckled making her look down embarrassed before he took hold of her cheeks, making her look into his eyes "Thats okay..... You're here, now that's all it matters to me. And remember? I'm not going back"

"Oh, Ron!. Yes, you're not going back" she giggled throwing herself at him again, while everyone laughed.
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A few minutes later, Ron and Daphne sat outside at the garden bench looking out at the flowers and sitting contently in the peaceful nature.

"So, that's why you looked upset?"

"Yeah. I can't just stay up here, it's embarrassing everyone of my siblings, even my little sister has moved out, I'm not a child anymore....I have to move out too"

"Why not grimmauld..?"

"Because that's were my sister and best mate are shacked up daph. I don't want to hear them moaning and shaggings, it's torture, if you know what I mean" he shuddered and she laughed covering her mouth "That's not funny" She hiccupped out then, trying not to laugh.

"I'm sorry..." She said barely looking apologetic.

"What am I going to do daph?, I'm going to become an homeless" he said tugging at his head.

"You're not going to become an homeless. I can...." Slapping his hands of his hair.

"No! No, i don't want help. I want to stand on my own"

"I never said don't Ron. Listen up what I'm trying to say fully" She chastised.

"Oh.... sorry".

"Why not you move into my house, that's where I'm staying now. Dad brought it, just because I wanted to move out. But I'm going to repay him anyway"

"B----"

"If YOU want. You can repay me when you get your salary, i don't have any issues. I hope that satisfies you?"

He thought about it for a moment and it sure does sounded good. He will not be staying for free, he will a paying guest, well a post-paying guest of some sort, but still he is paying and it does mean he is independent "If you're sure...." He shrugged.

"I'm so sure. Now, shut your mouth and give me what im here for" she said huskily leaning down to him.

"How can I give it to you, if i shut my mouth?" He asked sniggering.

"....Ron..." She groaned at his lame excuse for a joke, before they both burst out laughed.
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She woke up groggily, hearing the calling bell ring, of their muggle style constructed magical building in hogsmaede, letting out a groan as she stretched feeling the knots in her back getting released. Ugh, next time she should remember to go lie on the bed rather than the living room couch.

Her housemate had gone to visit her parents yesterday morning and came back late night, apparating straight into the kitchen, where she had chewing on a sandwiches and completing on her ministry works, which she started that morning. Hermione thought guiltily.

Well, she didn't have to finish it for a month, but still.... she needed to kill time.

Her housemate had compelled her to go to sleep, which she resisted. So, she threatened to burn her works in fire using magic. Hermione had no other options then to go to sleep, so she persistently gone to slept on the couch so incase if she gets up in the middle of her sleep, she can continue her work.

But she must have slept in, she thought standing up when she heard another round of bell ringing across the house "Coming...." She called out straightening out her thigh high shorts and low cut tank top so it covers her cleavage.

She opened the door only to get froze as her world came crashing down, her jaw clenched set, her gone wide, hands gripping tightly on to the door handle as her knuckles turned white, hearing her own heart pounding. She came face to face with the last person she wanted to see and the first person she wanted to kill.

One Mr. Ronald Weasley, the red head who changed her world in just a few months and was now watching her with the same expression on her face, except his hands were in mid air, probably on the way to press the bell for third time. At the same time, they opened their mouths, the first word they are going to say to each other after three years without seeing or even hearing from each other.

"YOU?!......"

"WHAT THE BLOODY!!..."

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Ron didn't get to finish his sentence as Hermione slammed the door on his face, the hard surface hitting the tip of his nose.

"Ow!....Heyy!!...." He shouted rubbing his nose before looking around the modernly muggle style built apartment block and the piece of paper in his hands "Is this the right place?".

Inside the house Hermione took a deep breath before turning around and walking inside the house as if nothing happened. Daphne came down the stairs "I heard the calling bell....Who is it?"

"No one" Hermione replied quickly.

"No one?"

"No one" She said pushing past her best friend to run up the stairs to her room "I'm going to get ready"

"But it's early Hermione.... even for you..."

"Got some works to finish!" She shouted from up the stairs.

"You always do" Daphne muttered before frowning as the bell rang again. Who it will be? Didn't Hermione just said no one. Ron said he'll be coming in today but Hermione wouldn't shut the door on her best friend's fiance would she?. Daphne thought walking to the door and opening it "Hey Ron!" She said launching into her boyfriend's hands.

"Hi" he returned the hug timidly, entering the house and looking around alertly.

"I didn't thought you'll be moving in the morning... come in" she beamed taking one of his bag from his shoulders.

"Yeah...." He smiled, walking over to the kitchen table and taking place beside each other "Um, Daphne? Ar-are you the only one here?"

"Oh" She giggled nervously "Er.... no, Hermione..."

"That's it. I'm leaving" he said standing up and walking out of the kitchen.

"Ron!... Ron... Ron.... stop! Stop!!" She ran in front of him blocking his way.

"Daph... you know, i can't be staying here... alone with that.... With that.... snake?" He hissed pointing his hand over his shoulder.

"Ron, come on. We're not in school anymore okay? You're not in gryffindor anymore and she isn't in slytherin anymore..."

"She shut the door on my face" he pouted accusingly like a child.

"Please Ron..... You're my fiance and she is my best friend, you know, i can't choose between you two..... Please.... Please.... Please.... It's just a week, I'll be back next weekend. You will be spending most of the time in the ministry, you two dont have to face each other at all, except in the evening" She said as if she is offering him a discount.

Ron sighed, rubbing his face "Alright. I'm staying.... for you and only until I find another house to move into"

"Yeah... yeah, okay. I'm sure she is ready to see you as a friend" just then Hermione came down the stairs, looking ready as formally as a witch could be.

"Daphne.... I'm going.... see you later" She said the last line directed at Ron with a cruel smile, like snake looking at it's prey before biting "Bye..." She waved her hands, getting into the floo network she disappeared into green flames.

"See?!" Daphne turned around to smile, her face lit with happiness, at him and pointing to the fireplace "Didn't i tell you...."

"Yeah" Ron gulped in fear.
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"Doesn't someone look happy today?" Harry said sarcastically sitting on his own desk beside Ron.

"Ugh, don't even get me started" the red head shot back groaning and laying face flat on his desk.

"I thought you would be happy, since it's your first day in the ministry..." He trailed off squinting his eyes. Since the morning when Ron came to join in the auror training session with Harry, he had been looking as if he just saw two hippogriffs having sex.

"It's not that although, Im little disappointed as I was expecting an field work today. It's not that"

"What is it then?"

Ron turned his chair facing Harry, who did the same "So... you know, that I was going to move into Daphne's flat right?"

"Hmhmm"

"So, i was knocking on her front door and guess who opened it?"

"Who?" Harry asked leaning forward in excitement.

"Granger" Ron hissed, looking around, as if he was saying You-know-who's name.

Harry's eyes gone wide "Granger? Hermione Granger, you mean? Malfoy's fiance" he asked and Ron nodded "What was she doing there?"

Ron quirked an eyebrow "Isn't it obvious?" He sneered.

"Oh, yeah, they are best friends isn't it?. Then you don't have to worry, she must have been just visiting her" Harry waved off.

"I hadn't finished telling my story yet....I would have been happy if that's what it is. But it is not. She is staying there as a paying guest, just like me" Ron nearly cried.

Harry looked shocked before he started sniggering at his best friend "What the bloody hell, are you laughing at?!"

"Its actually ironic. You dont want to stay with me, but you go to your fiance's to move in with her and then you learn that she isn't the one you are going to share a house with" he said chuckling.

"Its not funny Harry, what if she tried to kill me in my sleep" Ron asked with a bewildered expression.

"Then ill have only five brothers to deal with"

"Im your best friend" he said incredulously.

"Nah. I'm content with Ginny" Harry said returning to work.

"My sister has a bad influence on you".
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"Alright then, its time i have to go... Getting late" Daphne said picking up her bag from the floor and hoisting it over her shoulders.

"Here... let me help you" Ron said taking one of her bag and placing it on the hearth of the fireplace.

"I'm gonna miss you" She said standing on tip toes and pecking his lips.

He smiled back "Me too" Hermione looked away at that, feeling uncomfortable.

"You too Hermione. I'll miss you too" Daphne beamed at her best friend, who waved at her with a loving smile "And I hope you two behave, atleast for my sake"

"Of course Daphne. We are going to bahave, but be aware i might have changed my best friend when you come back" Hermione grabbed one of his hands into hers "Right Ron?"

Ron gulped with wide eyes, feeling his hands go numb "Er.... yeah.."

"Okay, bye bye you two" She waved at them happily before stepping into the fireplace and disappearing into green flames.

Sudden Hermione swung forward and pushed at his chest with all the force she could muster, making Ron fall onto his bum to the floor "Friends?!" She scoffed "As if! Don't make me laugh"

"Excuse me, your highness....but i'm not the one to said it. It was you actually"

"Well, forget it if you have any desire like that. I don't want to die in filthiness today" she spat.

There it is, the word, the girl that makes him go nuts all the time when she opens her mouth "I don't have any desire to be friends with your likes, who wants to be friends with a stuck up, snobbish, little goody two shoes, know-it-all" he retorted back loudly.

She gritted her teeth "You asked for it weasley and I promise you, that you'll be running out of here soon"

His first decision was to just stay in the house until he find another one, but now after hearing her challenge. He know now, that he won't be going anywhere soon "Yeah... Keep on dreaming!"

"Let's see then!"

"Yeah, let's see".

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When Ron first thought of moving in with Daphne, he had been happy. He thought of a big house, where he'll be alone completely enjoying his time with the muggle telly watching or the cell phones and intarnut Daphne told him about. Even thought of visit from his friends, where they will drink firewhiskey watching quidditch matches and some weekly romance with his fiance.

But now, when he sat at the end of the dinning table on a fine friday morning, glaring at the annoying brown haired bitch that sat at the other end of the table glaring at him right back without wavering, he can see how stupid he was to thing something like that would ever happen to him.

Because, the god above had written his cruel fate already, to live on without an ounce of happiness.

The last two weeks since he first arrived was none less than hectic. His fiance had even visited him only once in the two weekends due to heavy workload given by her superior, he hoped to say he didn't mind, but he did. He is now even more afraid to spend his remaining days in this house with this monster.

On his second day, they both had made a deal and made a timetable (on her insistence) sticking it on a small notice board she made on the wall, also separating who will cook. The first three days on a week she'll be doing the cleaning works and laundry, where as the next three it was his turn, but sunday they both just take rest. He learnt that there is a washing machine in the house the girls use muggle style as it only take few minutes, he too followed the same considering he had to go to his training in the ministry on right time too. Which were all easy to say then do, as the problems started on his first cleaning day.

He knows she is a tidy, decent, rules following prude but she deliberately put inks, snacks cover, clothes and all he could name on the floor just to irk him, but he gone a little step forward by cleaning the floor with her work skirt.

The first weekend was a little relief for him as Daphne arrived and started kissing him as if she'll die if she stopped. He noticed Granger giving him a murderous glare as stepping out of the room, locking herself in her room. Daphne had to go early though, to his disappointment. He only the monster the next day when she was going to work.

The fight between them only got stronger the next week as he did some pancakes and sweet stuffs only for himself with the already kept items in the kitchen leaving only breads and some ketchup, which she had to eat gritting her teeth while watching him devour his self made food.

She got her revenge by spilling ink onto the washing machine, where he put his clothes on according to the bloody time table they shared, making him late on Tuesday morning, where he sat and cleaned all his clothes with magic and got a good earful from Harry and their superior.

In turn he took her toothbrush, using the head of it to clean the toilet seat the next morning before she wakes up and got ready quickly to go to work, in case she found it and to his displeasure she did find out, just by seeing the blackness and let out a evil shriek and he was glad, he was able to floo just in time. But he didn't stop there as his revenge plan was lost, so he sticked his used chewing gum on her room's door handle, which messed up her hand with saliva much to her annoyance and his glee.

The bigger one of all happened the last weekend when he invited all his dorm mates Harry, Neville, Dean and seamus to spend the evening drinking firewhiskey and watching quidditch at the same time she had invited all her friends Pansy Parkinson, Anna Alex, Helen kamelinee some of her school and ministry friends.

The girls started preparing dinner, giggling and making noises that disturbed the boys evening and their quidditch watching. Atlast the table was filled with dishes that had him and his friends drooling just from the aroma, it consisted of chicken, beefs and what not. Pansy asked seamus that if he want some, who inturn nodded his head eagerly, but she gave him the middle finger before giggling with the others. He noticed Granger smirking smugly at him.

But he got his revenge then and there as Harry whispered an idea into his ears and within a few minutes the boys were devouring and complaining about the foods prepared by the girls, while they just stood and watched spitefully as the minister of magic sat with the boys, enjoying the food on Harry Potter's insistence.

And just like that the remaining days passed with them fighting for the telly remote, pillow fighting and filling the house with cottons everywhere, eventually the born of the current friday morning sitting and eating their breakfast made by her, peacefully glaring at each other.

"Alright, enough of this" he said putting the spoon down on top of the table with a 'Clang' sound "What is your problem?"

"I don't know what are you talking about" She said still not taking her vengeful eyes off him.

"Quit it!!, I damn well know you do...Now, what is it you want from me? Huh? Do you want me to get out of this house, okay, i will just wait for some more days, i had already started looking. I just wanted to have a talk with Daphne"

She put the spoon down too on top of her plate in the same fashion "Oh, so you wanted to know the reason now?!" She shouted narrowing her eyes "Like you don't really know already?" He ignored looking at her in guilty, he know all too well the reason for everything but he had been too afraid to acknowledge it "I just want you to answer my one question" He looked at her, quirking an eyebrow expectantly "....Why?"

Why..... it isn't just one question, it is everything. She is asking about everything they done. The start, the happening and the end.....

He took a deep breath "Okay, listen. This may come out as immature, but it is the truth and I want this to stay between us" he continued as Hermione nodded "Three years ago, i was just a teenage boy with randy thoughts, i wanted to know what it is, i wanted to feel it. Daphne is my fiance, i can't push her into something she didn't want. So when you started to being close with me, i enjoyed it, without knowing it was all Draco's plan and one thing led to another we.... we had sex and I know you liked it too. So that's that, we both had some experience on it with each other" he lied shrugging as if signing a business deal.

"So that's it then? I was just a sex toy for you!" She asked clenching her jaw "It was all lust? You never loved me?"

"Love?!" He fake laughed "You thought I loved you?..... come on! Granger..." She know he is lying, because she know it was not just lust, it had been love she felt it herself. She scoffed before shaking her head.

He frowned "What..."

Hermione laughed a little "My mom said Weasley's are filthy and poor, but she must have let out coward ness....."

Ron stood enraged "Don't you dare talk about my family" he shouted.

"Then stop lying!" She sneered looking up at him. His hands clenched at his sides, but he did sat down "I'm not a coward like you, so I say it openly, Yes, I'm in love with you, even before you found out in the library, that it had all been Draco's plan. I started loving you the same time, you loved me...."

"Look.... I'm not lying okay?...."

Hermione rolled her eyes "Whatever, i don't want to spoil my mood in the morning, continue your act as the kind, good guy in front of Daphne and other's, but not in front of me" she said picking up her plate and walking into the kitchen to wash it in the sink, while he glared at her back "...... be ready in the evening, we'll be going at seven" she said coming back, stepping into the hearth and flooeing to the ministry, before he too disappeared into the green flames.
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Hermione stood in front of her mirror adjusting the skimpy party wear Draco had gifted her a year ago, before grimacing at herself.

She never wore this dress before as she didnt liked to wear it at that time. Infact, this her first time with something like this as she never liked it to wear something this revealing. The dress was a sparkling sleeveless silver wear, which had a V neck cut, showing a good amount of her cleavage, half of her mounds where sticking out, the hem of it reached to her mid thighs, showing the shape of her body well.

She also rarely visited the wizards club in the abandoned muggle towns they set up. She is only doing this for Daphne, as her best friend begged to her in the last letter to take Ron, her darling boyfriend out to the club as he will be bored out of his mind and as a way to make up for her absence in the last week.

But the dress is another thing entirely. Even she doesn't know why she is wearing it now, she had an obvious idea, but doesn't want to admit it to herself. She wondered how did she turned into a complete loony, she had no idea and maybe it was tend to happen when you are in love with the one person you hate the most in the world.

"Mistress Granger!!.. I'm ready... is the club open today night or tomorrow morning?." Ron yelled sarcastically from downstairs making her to roll her eyes.

She came down the stairs, slowly, wearing a high heel show, careful not to trip over. She smirked subtly when she saw his eyes bulge out of its socket. He was wearing an blue t shirt with Canon picture in it, a jacket over it, a tight black jeans, which suited him perfectly.

"Hey...Um, you look nice..." He gulped audibly "I...I, ah, brought some food and rations, pie, some noddles and sauce for dinner. If we don't eat there.... you know..." He asked nervously and she nodded trying not to laugh out loud. She walked down the remaining stairs. They walked out of the door, with Hermione locking and pocketing the keys. She clasped Ron's hand and they apparated just outside of the club's entrance.

Ron noted curiously as the club's entrance was despised as just a brick wall, Hermione showed two cards at the one standing near the wall, who looked like a homeless, he nodded his head before waving his hand where there was a wand hiding in it's sleeve before Hermione dragged him into the brick wall.

Ron started coughing as soon as he was inside as some stood on the other side of the wall smoking what probably was weed, filling the air around with it's residue smoke. His nostrils quickly started to fill with it and walked wobbly, meanwhile Hermione was walking in front of him with no tripping as she had already used magic on her nose. Could have given him a warning, Ron thought.

Hermione waved to her left and Ron found to his horror that the whole former Slytherin squad was there, sitting on the two couches or dancing around. Fuck is this a Slytherin owned place?. Ron looked around feeling slightly scared. She turned to him, with annoyance in her face and started to pull him with her "All my friend's are around here, behave decently, don't try to insult me" She said knowing he accidentally smoked a load of weed.

"'riiiigghhhhtt" he slurred, Hermione sat beside Draco, making Ron to sit beside her. Her Slytherin friends looked suspiciously at Ron.

"Is he alright?" Blaise asked leaning closer.

"Oh, just accidentally smoked some weed" Hermione said nonchalantly before swatting Ron's hand, which reached for a glass of whiskey "You're already high" She hissed at him.

"Aren't you looky sexy darling" Draco sneered at her, looking up and down her body. To Draco's own surprise and his friend's, he had never seen Hermione wearing this dress before and she looked damn erotic in it, he leaned towards her getting an eyeful of her cleavage, before she pushed his away.

"Stop Draco!" She snapped.

"Okay!..Okay, jeez, Sorry. But you look reeeaally good today" he said before gulping the glassful of brandy "And.... How did weasley get in?" he asked pointing at Ron, who looked bored, not wanting to face any of the Slytherins, he sat facing away from them.

"What do you mean?" Hermione frowned "Of course, the same way they let us in...."

Draco laughed "That's not what I'm asking.... the ticket is not free you know..." He asked smirking, Hermione tilted her head in even more confusion. Nearby her, Ron scoffed before getting up and wandering off, just then Hermione got the meaning of what Draco asked.

Hermione whipped her head around to glare at Draco "He does know well enough that the ticket is not free Draco. That's why he offered to give it himself, even though I wanted to pay"

All of her friends eyebrows rose high, even Hermione was surprised herself at what she had just done. Did she just defended Ronald Weasley, Oh, yes she did. It was ironic actually considering she was at first happy to bring him into her Slytherin friends, just to watch him get hurt.

"Sorry.... You're in a mood today, aren't you?" Draco said offering her glass of beer, which she took it from him. They sat there like that for a few minutes, talking about especially nothing and everything until something caught her eyes. Ron had started to dance with a blonde who wore something more revealing than her own dress.

Draco laughed before he turned to look at Hermione and noted her glaring at someone in the dancing crowd and frowned as he noticed Ron weasley dancing with a girl. Why is the bloody hell is she watching him like that? Is she jealous? Draco wondered before he shook his head. No way why would she go for a weasley, when she have him. Right?

Hermione sat there, just nodding her head to whatever her friends are saying but concentrating fully on Ron's hand, which travelled across the Blondie's body, from her back to her hip to.... to the top of her bum. As soon as his hand caressed the bimbo's bum, Hermione thrown her glass to the floor, which echoed strongly, getting everyone's attention, even Ron "That's enough!" She shrieked before walking over to him and dragging him away, not before glaring at the girl, who stood shell shocked and walked out of the club quickly.

"Hey, where are we going? Its just been a few minutes..." He asked and she just ignored him completely.

Ron watched in panic as Hermione bristled with the key, while unlocking the door, muttering furiously to herself, her hair was practically cracking with energy. As the door opened, she strode in throwing her purse as far away as she can. Ron couldn't control it anymore, watching her acting like a maniac, he shouted "What the fuck is your problem?!"

"You!" She shouted back, turning to glare at him "You just cheated on Daphne".

"Wh-what?!" Ron spluttered "I didn't"

"Yes, you did. You was kneading the girls arse".

"I was dancing!"

"No, you aren't, you were trying to shag her" she shrieked before closing her mouth with her hand, covering a gasp "Oh, my god!"

"What?"

"You're a satyromaniac" she cried.

"A what?" He asked confused.

"It is a condition where a man just wanted to have sex all the time, you have one of those don't you?" She said accusingly as if he has a disease.

"Of course, i don't..... you bloody mental!"

"First it was me, then now some random girl. Merlin, i should warn Daphne!.... you satyromaniac!"

"Don't you dare and don't call me that..." He said gritting his teeth.

"I will.....satyromaniac! satyromaniac! satyro----" she continued calling, not realizing him having dipped his hand into the ration bag he brought earlier.

"Stop...saying...that!” Ron responded before he threw flour into Hermione's beautiful wavy brown hair.

"You just didn't...." Hermione's face went blank and for a second Ron was honestly a little worried, but when her hand dipped into the same bag and tossing a handful of powder in his face.

“Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be.” Ron almost yelled as he took the bag and ran to the other side of the kitchen and hid beside the fridge. Hermione picked up an egg and hit Ron in the side of the head before he knew what was going on. “Not fair!”

“Who said we were playing fair?” Hermione smirked before her words were cut off as a spoon full of marinara hit her in the face, Ron held the spoon high in the air.

Hermione yelled, a laugh in her voice. She wiped the sauce from her face, picked up the baked pie that sat on the counter and held it high.

“No no no,” Ron pleaded, his hands up in surrender. “Im worry, I spent a long time searching for that pie, I was really looking forward to eating it.”

“Oh,” Hermione sneered, “you’ll eat it.” Her hand cocked back and she let the pie fly. Ron's eyes went wide with horror as the cherry pie hit him full in the face. Hermione let out a bark of laughter as the pie tin slid down his face.

Ron laughed, picked up two hand fulls of pasta from the colander next to the sink and chucked them at her. Hermione got hit with the cold, wet, sticky noodles around the neck.

She rushed at him and stealing another handful flour and rubbing it into his red hair where the egg was.

“Tha- that’s just gross!” Ron exclaimed.

“That’s what you get for throwing flour in my hair.” Hermione countered.

“Well since you’re dirty again, maybe I should help you get cleaned up.” He said before he turned to the sink.

“Ron, what are you-” She barely had the time to start her sentence when all of a sudden she was being sprayed with the nozzle from the sink.

An uncharacteristically high pitched noise escaped Hermione’s throat and Ron stared at her. “Merlin Hermione, you’re soaked.” He said as if he weren’t the reason for her current state.

“Really?!” Hermione deadpanned before sitting heavily besides Ron letting out a giggle. They both laughed some time for no reason as if they just smoked some weed together.

"Just for you to know.... We're not friends or anything" she said laughing.

"I wouldn't expect much" he sniggered, his hands in a defensive position "I wanna ask something" he said and she nodded. Ron cleared his throat before answering. “Don’t kill me for asking this?”

“No promises.” she said playfully.

He smirked a bit. “Daphne said you're a great cook” Hermione let it show how taken aback she was, something that she doesn’t let just anyone see. “N-no, I don’t cook.”

“Don’t cook, or don’t know how to accept appreciation?” Ron asked, leaning a bit closer to her.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Hermione quipped back.

Ron just laughed a bit “But seriously....” He said just before smiling. “She said you don't like making house elves work for free..... that your mum never let your dad pay.... you helped them in the kitchen sometimes and learnt how to cook. Even i saw your cooking greatness last weekend when our friends came to visit us.... You're really a kind woman" He said, making her blush, leaning closer to Hermione with every accented word until they were basically nose to nose.

Hermione, looking straight into his eyes dropped her voice to just above a whisper. “So what? Are you going to admire me in any way!”

Ron looked up and sighed lightly before bringing his face just centimeters from Hermione’s. “I’d like to actually...” He said, before closing the gap between their lips.

Hermione smiled against the kiss before wrapping her arms around the red head's neck. Ron placed one arm on the small of Hermione's back and tangled his other hand in her hair. Hermione laughed lightly, causing Clint to pull back, a small bit of confusion crossing his features.

"Is this too coming from a randy teenagers mind?" She asked playfully and his mind cleared from the haze he was feeling in a second "I-i.... I'm sorry, i shouldn't have, that was just..... I'm sorry. Please don't tell Daphne" he spluttered before shouting and running up the stairs to his room.

But Hermione sat there, continuing to smile. She know it had been a lie, what he said that morning. It was just a poor, un-practiced like and what happened just now is another way to prove it. She saw the look in his eyes, the one he had three years ago, the look, a mix of lust, desire, love and adoration, making her feeling like he had then.

She want it, to experience it again now and all her lifetime, the look, the feeling that only he can give and finally him. Now, she know it was born again, she has it in her arm's reach again, she also know how to own it for herself, how to keep him for herself, she will do exactly that. She does not wish to share it, share him with anyone, not even her best friend.

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Ron found himself pacing in front of the window, in frustration, in his room that evening. Dinner had been just over and he had escaped, no longer able to handle the looks. Hermione was looking at him oddly, as if he were a rare, bloody steak that she hoped to devour. There was a feral tint to her eyes that scared him. There, he admitted it, Hermione Granger scared him. She had always made him slightly nervous before at school. She could do magic that was far beyond the things they learned at school. She also had a fierce will, a strong determination tore down any obstacle in her path. She was also sexy as hell and now it was harder with his current randy dreams of him pounding into her, begging him to fuck her harder.

Not that he would ever admit these things to her.

He spent the entire day chastising himself for being stupid enough to shout at Roberts, the Head of the Auror Branch. He finally completed his training period successfully along with Harry and was happy to be placed in a meeting lead by the auror head about their first case as a pair, the case is small but they could get something bigger in the future calculating their capacities.

It had been a poor decision to shout at him, his head was not in the case as said by Roberts himself and that was true, he didn't shouted at his superior because he was angry at him, he had been just distracted by the thought of a woman, who decided to rule his thoughts nowadays.

Growling, he slammed his fists down on the windowsill. Gods damn her!

It had all been just a revenge to him in the beginning, for getting back at her and Malfoy, but he didn't know she was already in love with him by that time, that's the bloody reason for all this. If only he had known..... Seeing her so vulnerable in the library that night, knowing she was untouchable, had made him want her so badly. Then she had surrendered so beautifully to his wishes, laying down and opening herself up, letting him do what he wanted to her. His cock hardened at the memory of taking her virginity from her. Stolen was more like it, the way her back arched off the old, wooden table, the way her wet pussy had clenched around him.

This was getting him nowhere. He stared out into the alley that was filled with shops, full of kids, friends and happy couples from his place above. These thoughts were getting him absolutely nowhere. He wanted her terribly. She had infected him, infecting him with her sultry looks and undeniable presence. She was under his skin. He was beginning to lose his control.

It was amazing what a few weeks of her looking at him like that was doing to him. He had controlled her passions up until this point since school days, when she was a Slytherin. He had made her fuck him, and he was pretty sure he could have gotten her to do whatever he wanted too. She had once been under his thumb, not able to breath for fear of pissing him off, of having their trysts ripped away from her. Now he was maddened by her. He wanted, needed, to feel her hot sleeve clutching around him tightly. His hand no longer satisfied him, his thoughts about Daphne or even the gorgeous witch weekly models in the entire world didn't satisfy him anymore!.

It had been a few weeks since his dazed-kiss-with-Hermione incident and since then Hermione had been watching him, observing his patterns and his habits. He would sometimes catch her eyeing him. He would stare back and, instead of looking away in disgust or shame, she would blatantly continue watching him, daring him to look away first.

At first, he had stared back, trying to unnerve her with salacious winks and smirks. As the days progressed, and as her facial expression continued to remain a blank look of difference, Ron began to become unsettled. Soon he found himself purposely avoiding her gaze, those amber eyes of hers that desired to suck out his soul. He felt as if he would lose himself in them if he stared to long. A slow, triumph smile was beginning to form on Hermione's lips; a mysteriously sly grin that most of the boys would fear and he had been seemed to gather what it meant, and it meant trouble.

It only started to grow worse with how she started to torture him horribly. Brushing up against him during passing, accidently running her hands along his arse while he stand cooking for them both, colliding with him at certain times so that she could feel up his cock. Even walking just in her lingerie into his room a few times in the name of searching for some files. Why would her ministry work files would be in his room? And why the bloody hell she is searching for it practically naked, bending and showing him her sexy back just before his face. He thanked merlin that day, as he escaped before he lose his control. To put it frankly, she had been behaving like a filthy, dirty little slag.

A filthy, dirty little slag that got him hotter and harder then anything he had ever had before.

"Evening, Ronald" His jaw clenched tightly, his back tensing at the sound of her voice. His hands clawed into fists as he continued to stare out the window, determined to ignore her. She had come into his room again "You seem a little frustrated Ron.... Must be a heavy load of work at the Aurors" He heard her tsk behind him, as she no doubt took one step forward "I mean, even I can see it clearly written on your face and considering you are the one to clean the house tomorrow, you must get some relief don't you! I'm so sorry that Daphne isn't here.... maybe I could help you with it?" She finished in a suggestive tone and he could hear the smile in her voice and all it did was annoy him, setting him on edge and fraying his nerves that much more. He felt her hands on his upper arms and his body shook, disbelieving her audacity "I can help if you want Ronald..." she whispered his name, blowing hot air into his ear before capturing his ear lobe in between her teeth, nipping the flesh just enough to send the beginning of a chill down his spine. His closed his eyes, his fists shaking.

"Get your filthy hands off me, bitch. I know what you're playing at and it won't work" he growled the lie out, his shame overwhelming him as he felt his pants tighten even more. She chuckled, sending rumbling vibrations through his back.

"Won't it, love?" She asked caustically, running the fingertips of one hand down his arm, down his side, and creeping around in front of him to feel his bulge. He hissed as her fingertips lightly danced over his straining erection "Oh dear, I think it has" She chuckled again, grabbing him and squeezing ever so slightly.

Hissing he turned around, grabbing her arms tightly and pushing her across the room, slamming her back against the wall opposite the window. Heat and desire flashed in her eyes as she watched him breathing deep and hard, his chest rising and falling in irritation.

"You're crossing a line you don't want to...." he slammed her into the wall again for good measure.

"Oooo.... I'm scared" She said and then he watched in annoyance as that bloody smile spread across her lips again.

"Why do you keep smiling like that, you crazy bitch?"

"Because...." she leaned into him, running her plump lips across his jaw line "I think we both already crossed it" with that she planted her lips on his, pushing her body completely flush against his. He didn't respond to her kisses and so she kissed harder, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his waist. She nibbled on his bottom lip, licking over the spot with her tongue. She smiled against his lips at his snarl, knowing that she was infuriating him.

"What's wrong, Ronald, don't you want to fuck?" She thrust her pelvis into his, smiling at the dark look that crossed his face "I mean, you're the one who told me that you used me as a fuck toy three years ago, to know what it is like, now it can't so different as I'm just helping you to find some relief. So what's wrong, love? Here I am".

He finally caught what she is doing, she is Taunting him, She was throwing herself in his hands, testing him. To make himself surrender, to accept that he still want her. Bu he liked to keep her guessing, keep her on her toes. He liked to be the one calling the shots. The one in control. In all their encounters and interactions, he had been the one telling her what to do. And now, all of a sudden, she wanted to control him. Something was up with her. She was trying to teach him a lesson, and he would have none of that. And his ego screamed that she belonged to him, not the other way around.

His eyes narrowed and he saw her swallow. Suddenly he sucked her neck into his mouth, biting on the flesh and then running his tongue over the sore spot. Hermione groaned against him, fighting to push him off her.

"What's wrong? I thought you wanted it" Ron breathed against her heated skin, his breath swirling her curls against her ears. She could fully feel his erection now, straining against her stomach. It was now going to become a battle between their wills, a battle to see who was going to give into who. Hermione raised her head ever so slightly, so that her eyes were locked with Ron's. Passion, lust, and anger swirled in her eyes, nearly intoxicating him. She wanted him, and that was a look he had always wanted to see from her. Even if she had annoyed him the entire time they had known each other, he had always wanted her.

And he could admit that somewhere inside of him, he had always wanted her to want him back.
Suddenly, the air rushed out of him as he felt his back strike the wall. She had gained the upper hand, using what little strength she had to her advantage. He was shocked to see her wand in her hand, looking down the piece of wood into her eyes were it pressed into his neck. He slowly leaned his head back, eyes wide.

"I'm not an idiot. I know you would find out what I'm trying to do. So I guess I'll have to do this the only way you understand" Ron unconsciously flinched, feeling a hex coming his way. He was shocked, then, when she whispered a spell he didn't recognize, not understanding why his legs were spreading themselves. He tried to move them back into position, but suddenly found himself immobile. He looked down and saw metal shackles clutching his ankles. He looked up with wide eyed anger and went to grab her, only to feel his arms lift of their own accord and hit the wall behind him. He looked up with a sickened feeling and saw matching shackles encircling his wrists.

"Damn you, Granger! Let me go! What in fucking hell do you think you're playing at, you bloody bitch, wait till daph know..." She didn't flinch at the mention of her best friend nor at his anger, or answer him, and just took a step back to admire her handiwork. He continued to struggle and thrash, painting her name red with ever slander and curse he could think of. Finally, after he had finished struggling, she flicked her wand one more time.

Cold air immediately rushed across his flushed skin, his cock shrinking slightly in chilly air. A fine shiver ran down his spine, only to be replaced with a seething, boiling anger. There was silence, Hermione was just watching, enjoying the fact that for once it was Ron that was stripped and defenseless, like he did her three years ago. She could see everything, laid out so nicely for her. His pale skin flushed with sweat and coated with freckles looking extremely lickable. His stomach muscles were pulled taut and tight due to the way his arms lay above his head. The cords of muscles popped in his straining legs and arms. And then there was the main show.

Although it had shrunk a little in the exposed air of the corridor, his hard cock still stood proud, thick, and hard from his pelvis. His eyes traced the movement of the tip of her tongue as it trailed across her lips. He drew in a sharp breath at the implications that tiny movement fed to his brain. Images of her on her knees in front of him flitted through his mind and he looked at her, feeling triumphant at the dark lust in her eyes.

She smiled rakishly at him, beginning to unbutton her shirt. A black bra came into sight and he groaned out loud, a grin crossed her face as she shed her top, letting it drop to the floor. Her breasts were pressed up high and close together. She ran her hands down over her chest, down her stomach, and to the zipper at her skirt. She undid the zipper and let the piece of fabric fall to the ground. Matching knickers clung to her hipbones, the velvet hipster panty melding on her body, contrary to her own lightly tanned skin.

She stepped back into Ron and cocked her head to the side. She slowly ran a hand down his body, clawing her fingers and leaving red marks along his side. He hissed and flung his head back at the sensation. She encircled his cock with her slim hand and began to pump his shaft, tugging almost painfully on his hard flesh. His body jerked, his hips bucking into the air. She grinned, taking her hand away and then slowly sinking to the ground in front of him.

He looked down at her, just as he wanted her, on her knees before him and about to take his cock in her mouth. She took one long swipe across his hardened flesh with her pink tongue before she continued moving. She eased herself down unto the floor in front of him, getting comfortable below her.

He watched her curiously, practically salivating as she ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing and rolling the malleable flesh. She closed her eyes, running her fingers up to the straps of her bra. She lowered the slim strings, bringing down the cups of her bra with them, her breasts popping out of their encasement deliciously. She gasped as cold air pricked her already hard nipples and then smiled. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, pinching and pulling at her red tips. She lifted her back up and unhooked her bra, gently placing the garment beside her and then laying back down, arching her back just enough so that her breasts were thrust forward.

Hermione continued to run her hands down her body, dancing her fingertips over the velvet encasing her hips. She vaguely heard Ron groaning as he watched her, but she was more interested in other things, mainly the throbbing clit between her legs.

Slowly, she pushed one hand into her knickers, letting the other one skim back up to pinch one of her nipples. She found her sensitive bundle and began to rub it, moving her fingertips in circles around her clit. She moaned and wiggled on the floor, biting her lip. She slowly opened her eyes, watching Ron through the haze of lust clouding her vision. His eyes were hard and determined, almost as hard as his cock. It had dutifully recovered from being in the cold air and she could see his whitish fluid oozing from his tip. The head had turned dark red, matching the copper hair that covered his pelvis and the veins along his cock were throbbing painfully.

She lifted her hips up and moved her hands so that she could push down her knickers. She took them off and placed them next to her bra, teasing Ron by keeping her legs closed tightly. She smiled, slowly opening her legs and setting the bottoms of her feet against the stone floor. She grasped at her nipple again and started to finger herself, groaning and withering against the floor.

Ron could feel her heat rolling of her and hitting him full force. He watched her dip her fingers into her opening and bring her wetness up and rub it around herself. He watched her body twist and turn as she moaned. He watched her chest flush and turn pink, the flush of orgasm sprinkling itself across her skin. She came with a load groan, arching her back high off the ground and thrusting her chest into the air. Immense pleasure raced through her body and she squeezed her eyes tight, panting heavily as she slowly came back to earth.

She lay still for a second, her hands still in place and then she was suddenly in front of him, pushing his cock down her throat. He shouted out in the house, closing his eyes and then opening them again when he felt his tip hit the back of her throat. She was swallowing him down, working her throat muscles over his hard flesh. She was literally hungry for his cock and it was making him crazy.

"Granger" he choked out. She looked up at him through her eye lashes, keeping his prick firmly lodged in her throat. She stopped moving her mouth over him and just held him there, waiting for him to finish his thought "Please....If you don't stop that . . ." his voice trailed off and Hermione knew what he was saying. With a loud, wet pop, she drew her mouth of his cock, standing up on shaking legs and leaning into him.

"I want you to fuck me now, Ron. I'm going to let you go, but you have to say it, you have to accept to me and yourself that you want me. Promise?" She asked, for the first time her confidence wavering. He sighed. Right now he would say anything to fuck that hot, wet pussy of hers, but he also know that he lost in their battle of wills, he had surrendered to her the moment he took her in the library three years ago, they both want each other, they both immensely love each other.

"Ron!"

"Yes, fine, all right. I want you" She smiled that confident, crazy smile and backed up to where she had dropped her wand. She picked it up and turned around, placing her back to him. She rested against the windowsill on the other side of the room, looking out and exposing her glistening folds to him as she bent over the ledge. He felt himself be released and he looked down and then up to confirm that he was free. With no preamble, he strode to the other side of the hallway, thrusting all the way to the hilt inside her wet heat.

It was Hermione's turn to scream as her body hit the windowsill, her hips colliding bruisingly with the ledge of the window. Ron stayed buried deep inside her, both staying without any movement, him relishing in how her channel clenched involuntarily around him and her feeling his cock twitch inside her after three years. When he felt her body start to recover, he harshly pulled out and thrust back in, setting a pace that was punishing and demanding.

He leaned his body over her, placing his hands underneath her and cupping her breasts, pulling down on them on his downward thrusts. She had no other recourse then to move with him, her arse slapping back against his body, feeling the pain of stretching her walls and the pressure of the friction inside her. The sound of their thrusting seemed to reverberate through the entire house.

She felt a hard sting hit her arse and then another, and then another, and realized Ron was going to punish her. They both knew he was going to. He was going to do what he wanted with her, but that was okay. For a while, Hermione had controlled him and that was what she had come to get. Now she was getting something else entirely, and she wasn't going to complain about anything.

He suddenly pulled out of her, opening her arse cheeks so he could slide his wet cock between them. She groaned and flung her head back at the sheer debauchery of the situation, moving her arse in circles against him. They both knew what was coming and so it was no surprise when Ron put a hand on her lower back and stilled her movements, lining his cock up with her arsehole.

In one, hard push he was inside her, burying himself deep inside her tightest channel. They both groaned in unison, adjusting to the feeling. He slowly circled his dick in her arse, widening it a little before thrusting tightly back inside. They began to move in tandem again, slowly at first. Hermione was surprised by his seeming concern, but then again he had always been careful with her arse. He started to pick his pace up, digging his fingers into her hips. He closed his eyes tightly as she moved back against him, Ron feeling his balls begin to tighten.

Suddenly her walls clench tightly on him at a death grip, he grunted not able to move "Her-mione!" He croaked.

"Say it.....I want to hear you say it" She said looking at him over her shoulders.

"Fuck woman!.....I-I love you!" He exclaimed and she let go off him.

He pushed himself deep inside of her and came, filling her up with his seed. She groaned as she felt it squirt inside her and pool there. He sagged against her body as he came down, his heartbeat slowing down. He pulled out of her, stepping away and turning his back. She slowly stood up, walked over to where her underwear was and slipped on her knickers. Ron looked at her then, watching her body twist as she put her bra on.

She looked back at him and saw something in his eyes, something that she had desired to see in his eyes for all her life. Love. She knew that even though she may seen as the one who wanted to control everyone around her, she knew in heart that he was the one in control between them, to control her, he would be the one in control once again and she belong to him, his sub, his pet. And yet his eyes had revealed to her all she needed to know. She is also his equal.

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It was after midnight and the house was quiet except for the peaceful breathing of them two where they were lounging on the couch naked and basking in the warmth of the hearth.

It had been two days since they had the ferocious sex, where Hermione made Ron to accept his love for her, from then the whole house practically reeked of sex with how all they do is eat, sleep and having sex as it had been the weekdays and there was no work for them both. They know that they both aren't very romantic people and don't clearly know how to express their love like others but they do know.....

As a result the hard, animalistic sex they have been having had changed a bit into something more romantic even though it still consists of him threatening her to say how she love him, taking her hard and how much she loves him or not letting her come and Hermione torturing him by moving slowly on him, forcing him to propose his undying love for her...... it also gave way to something so tender which they experienced several times before during their school years, fucking against the side of the lake and in the shrieking shack.

He was laying comfortably on Hermione, with his head over her tummy and he liked the feeling of Hermione’s stomach rising and falling beneath his head, while Hermione half sat leaning against the head of the couch, her fingers slowly and sensually moving through his red locks.

"I was thinking...." She murmured smiling softly at how peaceful he looked.

"Hmm".

"Should'nt we let the others know?"

Ron opened his eyes, before frowning "But why?"

Hermione tilted her head "What do you mean.. why?" She asked incredulously "We should let other people know we are together Ronald. That...we are together now?"

Ron swallowed, thinking of the phrase 'Other People' and who it probably refers to..... Family, friend's and Daphne!! "Er.... Can't it wait?"

Hermione pushed Ron forcedly, making hit to sit beside her "No. It can't wait!. I can't wait no more Ron....I have already waited so long, now I want everyone to know I'm yours. He felt ecstasy at hearing her say it 'Im yours' it felt so good, he can't wait too, but he was also scared at the prospect of revealing it to others.

"Me too Hermione. But.... It's just--just that everyone would know.... that means Daphne would too.... and Draco?"

Hermione looked down at her lap, where she was fiddling with her fingers. She looked so erotic, sitting like that naked and all he could think of parting her arse and slowly drilling his way into her tight holes, feeling the content molten heat clench around him but he shook his head to concentrate on the matter in hand "I thought of it too.... I don't care, Draco knowing about it but we can talk about it to her maybe? I don't know, but we should Ron. We can't let this go on anymore, we are betraying her trust on us, i feel so guilty already" she said with unshed tears forming in her eyes.

"Hey" Ron said moving closer, cupping her cheeks and making her to look at him "It's okay, i understand how you feel too more than anyone" he kissed her forehead "we'll do as you say.... You're the brilliant one anyway" he smirked making her laugh too.
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Harry and Ginny sat glaring at the blonde young man who sat across from them wearing an expression as if he saw something disgusting. Ron and Hermione were in the kitchen peeking around the corner of kitchen door, just making sure that no one killed anyone..... yet.

The secret couple discussed more about revealing their secrets and hoped that starting from their friends would be a safe idea, even though Draco was not much of a best friend or so close to Hermione, she felt like he had every right to know, he may be after her money, but he did respected her decisions and defended her honor in many occasions.

"Are you sure about this? Do you think it's a good time to tell them?" Ron asked to Hermione, who was balancing two plates on each hand biting her lower lip in concentration.

"Just keep calm Ron... Everything will be good" she said glaring at the plates which were so hard for her to balance as they're heavy with pasta in it. Ron chuckled before taking one from her hands, she smiled at him as a sort of thanks, he grabbed a bottle of wine before following her out of the kitchen.

The other three looked curiously as Ron and Hermione walked out of the kitchen, holding plates and bottles but said nothing "Mione... why did you called me here? If you want to have dinner with me... I could have arranged one of my farm house into a muggle Italian restaurant and serve all your favourites, we could have even had spent a fun night together" he said in a suggestive tone "You know I'm that RICH!..." He said smugly smirking at the ex gryffindors.

Ron gritted his teeth and clenched his hands, Hermione squeezed it unaware to the other's eyes to calm him down "Um, well.... It's... I- we have something to announce".

"We? What is it Ron. You could have come to my house.... Ginny just came back, she is not going back. We could even have had a nice peaceful dinner there" Harry said glaring menacingly at Draco who winked at Ginny.

Ron licked his lips not knowing how to explain any further, just saying that 'we are dating' won't be a good idea, he have to carefully explain it step by step slowly to make them understand. So he looked at Hermione, giving her a nod, she nodded back before looking at the blank wall straight ahead of her and saying "We are dating".

Ron deflated as she said what he thought he shouldn't just say and the other three let out a 'What?!', but quickly wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist "Take your hands off her!" Draco shouted pointing his wand at Ron, inturn making Harry to point his wand at Draco.

"Oh that's take your hands off her that's rude!" Ginny exclaimed, watching the scene with beyond horror.

"Guys! Guys... wait wait...." Ron said holding both of his hands for making the three stop "Why don't we have a civil conversation about this. So we can let you understand clearly?" He said to a nod from a wide eyed Hermione

"I want to talk with Hermione" Draco snapped.

"And we like to talk with you" Ginny said with a piercing glare at her brother, Harry nodded glaring at him too.

"O.....kay" Ron said before looking at Hermione, she nodded patting him on the shoulder before leading Draco into the kitchen. Harry and Ginny walked over to Ron, standing at his two sides.

"Every detail.... Don't leave any" Harry said, with his I'm-interrogating-a death eater-face and Ron can surely say he would make the head of the auror department one day because it was that scary. Ginny pursued her lips crossing her arms over her chest. After a few minutes of a Ron narrating every detail of how him and Hermione got together, he stood looking at his best friend and sister expectantly.

Suddenly Harry slapped Ron, his right cheek getting hot from the sting of where his hand got imprinted "Ow...Sss....." He hissed in pain holding his right cheek before looking at Ginny, who was looking back and forth between Harry and Ron with wide eyes "You?" He asked. She looked at him before she too slapped his left cheek more stronger than Harry's had been "Ugh...fuck! Thanks..."

Meanwhile inside the kitchen, Draco and Hermione were having an argument, more like he is begging to her "I love you mione.... why can't you understand it, you don't have to do this, I'll take good care of you. We are rich, we can live as we want..." He said taking her hands and pleading desperately.

"I don't want to live as YOU want draco, sorry I have my own likes and wishes" Hermione said jerking her hands out of his hold rudely.

"Have you bloody lost your mind mione? Huh? That's a weasley for Merlin's sake...." He hissed harshly "You are having it with a weasley. That's pathetic!"

"You know what's pathetic Draco? Me telling you that I have been cheating you all this years behind your back with the same man and yet you wanting to marry me for my money" she spat disgustingly at him.

"What? That's what you thought about me mione? Is that it! And here, i was thinking we know each other more than anyone..." He said looking at her in disbelief "Hermione, I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with you"

Hermione's tense attire softened a bit "Listen Draco.... You are the one boy, i have been with ever since I remember. We could have been good friends, but I don't have love for you, never ever... I really love Ronald. Sorry..."

Back in the dinning area Ron was almost fighting a battle against two ".....I just can't believe you Ron. She is out best friend, how can you even think about cheating on her while all she did is love you" Ron was in tears, feeling so worse guilt gnawing up in his heart. This is the thing he scared the most, hurting his best friend.

"So? you want him to act like being happy, just because she loves him?!" Hermione asked coming up to stand beside Ron, lacing her fingers through his, an disgruntled Draco shoving past Ron.

"Wh-what that's not what I mean" Harry asked bewildered.

"Then what? He loves me and I love him. We're together. Did he ever said to you, his best friend, that he is in love with Daphne?" When Harry stood just shell shocked looking at Ginny for help, she continued "See? So, he didn't. Even thinking of it, i don't think Daphne really loves him too. They're just fiance's fixed by their family like me and Draco. So she probably would have felt obliged to have love him. That's not real love...." Harry looked down thoughtful, feeling a little truth in what she is saying, Ginny wore a doubtful expression too, whereas Draco is sitting on a chair nearby grumbling, but also thoughtful.

"See? Now you lots have doubt too" Hermione continued her speech, not hearing the fireplace roaring, she kissed Ron's cheek before continuing "That's why we need your support in this. Me and Ron love each other, so...."

Ginny gasped looking behind Where Ron and Hermione stood, while Harry stood with wide eyes and Draco smirked. Ron and Hermione slowly turned around to witness Daphne standing with her bags on the floor and a furious expression on her face.

"Daphne..." Hermione whispered terrified.

"You bitch!" Daphne snarled back.

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Hermione Granger is an smart, beautiful and brilliant witch. Ron know that of course. But only when he listened her talk out the logic of the situation he understood why he is in love with her, making Harry and Ginny to shut their mouth and listen to her, making them stammer.

She could have chosen any other guy to spend her life with, like Draco... even Harry who has more money or fame, that would have been a better match for her in life because they have money or fame and he could have been with Daphne. But what will be the result? A marriage where they both love another person but felt trapped in a wedding, the wedding to a person that they couldn't love and don't want any love from.

She loved him and he loves her. Ron and Hermione that's what their hearts beat for and that's where their soul belong too.

No one could say it more clearly why Ron had been feeling guilty cheating on his fiance, Daphne Green grass. But it's really not cheating if he isn't in love with Daphne in the first place and they are not even together.

"Then what? He loves me and I love him. We're together. Did he ever said to you, his best friend, that he is in love with Daphne?" When Harry stood just shell shocked looking at Ginny for help, she continued "See? So, he didn't. Even thinking of it, i don't think Daphne really loves him too. They're just fiance's fixed by their family like me and Draco. So she probably would have felt obliged to have love him. That's not real love...." Harry looked down thoughtful, feeling a little truth in what she is saying, Ginny wore a doubtful expression too, whereas Draco is sitting on a chair nearby grumbling, but also thoughtful.

"See? Now you lots have doubt too" Hermione continued her speech, not hearing the fireplace roaring, she kissed Ron's cheek before continuing "That's why we need your support in this. Me and Ron love each other, so...."

Ginny gasped looking behind Where Ron and Hermione stood, while Harry stood with wide eyes and Draco smirked. Ron's heart stopped beating, analysing the possibilities of what would cause such reactions in their faces before a thought came to his mind....NO. FUCKING. WAY he thought before Ron and Hermione slowly turned around to witness Daphne standing with her bags on the floor, her hands clenching on her side and a furious expression on her face.

"Daphne..." Hermione whispered terrified.

"You bitch!" Daphne snarled back.

"Daphne" Hermione whined again.

Ron didn't open his mouth, couldn't, this is the worst that could happen. This is what he had been fearing the whole time and now his breathing stopped, he fainted outright onto Draco, who stood behind him.
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Ron slowly opened his eyes, his vision get cleared bringing the room into his view. He realized that he is lying in the bed in his own room now, with....Draco Malfoy? Near him. What the?

He sat up, heavily breathing looking around and saw Draco smiling at him "Am i in dream?" Ron asked quizzically "You are smiling... like a normal person" Draco rolled his eyes but didn't comment on it. He took out a small box, opening it and taking out a single piece of cigarette he offered the box to Ron who shook his head "I don't smoke"

"Good for you then...." He said lighting the piece and taking a puff off it.

"Don't smoke in here" Ron narrowed his eyes at Draco. But the blonde waved him off.

"I'll use some refreshment charm on your room weasley..... Besides, i don't think it's a nice time to go out there" Draco said pointing to the room's door with his thumb over his shoulder.

Ron's eyes widened "Hermione and Daphne" he croaked before trying to get out of bed, swinging the duvet off his body before Draco stopped him.

"Don't be stupid weasley!" Ron glared at him but Draco continued anyway "A war had just ended there and all because of you. Everybody is hiding somewhere, it's not safe to go out, especially YOU" he said to Ron pointedly, scaring him further.

"Wha-what happened there?"

"Oh, Merlin. Where to start?" Draco chuckled "I've heard of cat fights, but it's bigger and terrific. If we hadn't stopped them, the ministry would have arrested one of them for using the killing curse"

"They used the killing curse?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Nah. Just inches away from it...." Draco sighed "But you should seen their fight.....'You bitch you stole my boyfriend'.....'Dont call me bitch!! He is never in love with you first of all'.....'You are a bitch! And what did you gave him? A love potion?'.....'I didn't have to, he's already sniffing my arse, he is in head over heels for me if you wanna know' " Draco finished imitating the girls voice "Hermione had been patient at first and then the real fight started, we three hid behind the couch. We didn't have enough courage to stop two strong witches, looking like the dark lord reborn"

"Oh, bloody hell" Ron cried miserably rubbing his face.

"Hermione got a black eye. Daphne got her hand boneless..... but the effects will wear it off quickly, don't worry"

"Thanks" Ron said looking suspiciously at Draco.

"I know what you are thinking..... But don't worry, surprisingly i support you two" Ron looked shocked "What to do? All the good ones wants dweebs like you".

"Hey!" Ron said offended.

"Maybe it's the way Hermione said it, the obligation thing, yeah. That must be it, I really love her even now. But then again, it must the fact that our families said we are to be together.... even if i couldn't stop loving her, i won't interfere. She wants you anyway"

Ron nodded in understanding "Where is she now?"

"With you sister and brother-in-law..... Ginny is applying some ointment to her wound" Draco shrugged.

"What about Daphne?"

"In her room..... Crying her eyes out..." Ron's heart clenched. He never wanted to hurt her, he wanted to reveal the truth to her in a planned order, but the faith had some other cruel plans.

"I'm going to see her.... Daphne" Ron said rummaging through his table drawer, picking out an already opened letter and shoving it inside his pant pocket.

"You really want that weasley! She might still be angry?..." Draco quirked an eyebrow.

"She is my best friend" Ron said before opening the door and heading over to the last room in the corridor. He neared the white painted door only to hear sobbing.

Ron knocked on the door "Who is it?" Came a shrill reply.

He cleared his throat "Hey. It's Ron. Can I come in?".

Daphne sniffed, her sobbing stopped clearly "Come in"

He opened the door, stepping in and closing the door behind him. He found her sitting hunched up on the side of the bed, her eyes red and puffy, dried tear line on her cheeks.

"If you came in looking for an apology. You can just forget it Ron weasley" She said shaking her left hand no doubt the effect of the curse wearing off.

"I know you aren't going to forgive me, but I'm gonna ask for an apology, anyway..... I'm sorry" Ron said kneeling on the floor beside her "You have every right to be angry at me, if you want you might even slap m----"

'SLAP!' Her hands imprinted on his cheeks in bright red.

"Aww!" Ron cried clutching his jaw "Okay...I should have said that atlast. Fine! Daphne, I'll come straight to the point. I wanted to say this to you before but we were not ourselves, you might have heard it, as mione said it" he stopped as Daphne glared at using Hermione's nick name "Sorry.... as Hermione said it. We were in a obligation Daph, you know just as me that we wouldn't be having or doing anything romantic to each other if they hadn't said we are engaged"

Daphne scoffed, crossing her hands over her chest and looking away. Her anger dissipating.

"Even then I wouldn't have had a problem loving you, but I already lost my heart to Hermione" Daphne glared murder at him "Alright, be honest! Say you never thought of anyone as a possible life partner other than me? A guy you would have loved if it wasn't the obligation love for me, to be married to me?"

Daphne stayed silent, looking down and blushing.

"Well, i know someone. You thought of a nice guy and would have loved if it wasn't for me" Daphne snapped her head to look at Ron curiously. Ron took the letter, he shoved into his pocket earlier and handed it over to Daphne.

Her eyes widened when she found who the letter is from 'Thomas Zachariah'.

Ron continued talking, a small smile at the corner of his lips "I'm sorry, i read the letter, just thought of some emergency to you as it is from your place but you were not here then. The guy said he isn't brave enough to tell it to your face, but told how much he loves you in the hopes of that you would find this letter when you come here and he told, that even though you are in love with another guy..." Ron said pointing to himself "... his love for you will never go off" Ron didn't continue as Daphne started crying, clutching the letter to her chest "Did you atleast said goodbye to him daph?"

Daphne shook her head as a 'No'.

"We can arrange you to meet with him later... If you want that is. I'll let you to read the letter" he said watching Daphne wiping her eyes, pocketing the letter.

"No, i want to see Hermione. Might as well forgive her too, when you are equally guilty of it" She said pushing past Ron and heading towards the door.

"So you forgive me then?" Ron asked expectantly.

"Maybe" She said opening the door only to find the other four occupants of the house, kneeling in front of the door, silently eavesdropping to the conversation "Oh, for the love of..."
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The six youngsters sat around the dinning table, with Hermione, Daphne, Ginny on one side with the former sitting between the other two her hands laced with them as they shared a soft smile between them, one as apology and the other as going to be a family.

On the other side, Ron and Harry sat together with Draco on the far end, playing with his glass and feigning uninterested in the conversation.

"It is the most dumbest plan i ever heard in my life" Harry said looking between all of them except Draco "I mean, saying it to your parents, like you said it to us. The ministry will sure get involved"

"Then what do you suggest we do, barge into the ministry marriage registry? To get married to save ourselves?" Hermione snapped at Harry, as he just kept saying faults and not any worthy idea.

Harry snorted "Fine, do that and that'll be the easiest way to be caught by Lucius. Don't forget, he is one of the board members"

"Potter is right" Draco said, making Harry to snap his head up to meet his with a surprised expression "Walking straight into the ministry's marriage registry? My father will be hearing about it in no time"

"Father..." Ginny mumbled chuckling beside Draco earning a glare from him.

"You father is the reason for all this, in the first place" Daphne grumbled, Draco just ignoring it.

"That's not important now. Maybe If we hurry the register, my and Hermione's wedding will put an end to all this! Lord Granger is the one took the oath not her"

"That's Right. Maybe we could do that? Hmm?"

"I don't know...." Hermione said thoughtful.

Ron placed his hand over hers "Mione, if you don't want us to get married..."

"What?! No way.....I do want to get married to you. That's not what I'm talking about, im-im just worried about my dad"

"It'll all work out, don't fret" Daphne said placing her hand around Hermione's shoulder before she turned to look at the others "Tomorrow then?"

"Yeah"

"Okay"

"Whatever"

"Good. Until then, we all should keep quite about this"

Chapter Text

Saying Hermione Granger is ecstatic is less than perfect for the situation.

She just can't believe what is going to happen in few minutes, can't believe how all the things had come to this eventually, that too this easily. Surely she must be dreaming.

She is going to marry Ron Weasley, the charming, handsome, brave, kind, lovable, smart... the list goes on and on guy. If someone had said that she is going to marry Ron during her fourth year she would have laughed in their face or maybe tried to kill them.

Because there was Viktor krum, an international quidditch player, the guy who wanted her, one sided of course and Draco Malfoy, belonging to one of the richest pure blood family in the wizarding Britain and the one who was engaged to her, sure she could have married one of them.

But what will be the result then? Living as a showcase doll, lying to herself that she loves her husband and not Ron, the one and only love of her life..... maybe cheating and guilty feelings. She couldn't even start to imagine it. She is not a woman to cheat on her partner but if it is Ron on the other side, then she would definitely cheat on her partner to be with Ron.

Ron knows what to do with her, how to calm her, even if they fight he knows how to make amends and in a naughty way, it feels like they are flirting everytime they bicker with each other, he is not a tight wound person like her, who is prim and proper to do a job and always think of it. He is a free minded guy, who cares for her like his daughter, as every girl would want her spouse to treate her, treat her as a mature woman and with respect, love her like the best damn lover in the whole world. What more does she want!! He is perfect for her.

She didn't want to imagine situations that didn't happen, so she wore a dreamy smile on her face as she walked along with Ron, hands clasping together. They were sorrounded by Harry, the one who she came to love as her own brother, Ginny, the same as her sister and Draco, who had become a good friend also, who understood her wishes perfectly and let go of her and Daphne, her best friend, who sacrificed her own love. They were on their way to the ministry marriage registry office, to get Ron and her on the list, so they could be safe and no one would seperate them after.

The ministry halls were almost empty with only a few workers running around about their works. They choose the evening time, the last hour of the registry as it will be safe to not get in the eyes of many and they can also avoid Lucius Malfoy or his spies.

"Ah! Perfect....on time actually!" Lucius Malfoy said walking out of an alcove in front of them "You see...I was expecting you lot".

"Lucius!" Harry said coming to stand in front of them as if defending them.

"Father" Draco walked over to stand beside Harry, with a curious expression on his face looking at his dad.

"Good work Draco....I got your letter" Lucius said taking out a small letter from his robes. Everyone expect Lucius and Daphne glared at Draco ready to hex him in unison.

Draco held up his hand in defense "Im not!....I-i didnt....Hermione... Believe me, i didnt" he said looking pleadingly.

"Then who?" Hermione demanded looking straight at him.

"Its me" A feminine voice said behind them, Hermione's mouth was wide open as she stared at Daphne "I wrote the letter to Lucius malfoy"

"How could you..." Hermione croaked heart broken.

"B-but daphne. You said it was alright?" Ron asked confused, hurt and with a slight anger.

"Woah..... Woah. You guys!" Daphne said moving forward to take both Ron and Hermione's hands together in here "Im not trying to spoil your life or anything. I wrote the letter z yes and it is for a good reason"

"Indeed it is" A deep voice exclaimed everyone was shocked to see Lord Green grass and Arthur weasley walking towards the group.

"Vincent! Thank merlin..... are you seeing this? The bloody blood traitor son just kidnapped my future daughter-in-law" Lucius complained pointing to Ron and Hermione. Meanwhile, Draco face palmed himself feeling embarassed as Ginny sniggered beside him.

"Okay Lucius. Calm down will you?" Vincent chuckled patting Lucius shoulders and moving past him, along with Arthur, who glared at the malfoy "We got the letter to.... and We're here to deal with it".

"I'm sorry, best friends or not, i just wanted this to happen with our parents blessings. Thats why i wrote the letter, please forgive me. Our... my father will help us, im sure of it" Daphne said to Hermione, who nodded her eyes filled with happy tears.

"Of course you'll be sure of it....." Vincent said kissing his daughter's cheeks before looking at Ron "Just to make it clear, Daphne said she is okay with you and Hermione, so im okay with it too.... or else" he quirked an eyebrow and Ron swallowed in fear, Harry and Ginny were trying not to burst out laugh.

"Vincent?..... Vince?" Lucius called out from beside the group, all turning to look at him "What are you doing? Take him.... the weasley boy away...."

"That's not yours or our decision to decide Lucius" Arthur said glaring at Lucius.

"Oh, i did'nt thought i was asking for your opinion Weasley!..... Dont forget the oath we took" Lucius spat.

Vincent Green Grass rolled his eyes "Lucius..... it really isn't our place to decide. Its Hugo's, because Hermione is his daughter"

"Alright, then. Where is he?"

As on time, one of the fire place near by roared before Lord Hugo and Lady Jean of Granger's family stepped out of the green flames.

"Hermione!" Jean Granger exclaimed looking disgustingly at the way Hermione's hands were clasped in one of Weasley's, spreading her hands as if to hug her daughter thinking that way she can keep her daughter away from the red headed young man.

Hermione let go of Ron's hand, running over to her mother but surprising everyone, she pushed past her mother to hug her father "Dad!" She cried hugging her father "Dad...I---"

Hermione started to explain, but Hugo Granger held up a hand, signalling her to stop talking "Do you love Ronald?" He asked softly.

Hermione looked down and nodded her head "Yes, father...."

"Then you'll marry him"

"What?!" Jean Granger and Lucius Malfoy shouted, looking incredulously at Hugo "Are you serious?" Jean asked once more.

"Don't forget the oath, Hugo" Lucius sneered.

But either Hugo Granger didn't hear Lucius or opt to ignore him as he walked straight to Ron "Do you love my daughter?" Hugo asked Ron with a serious expression.

"Y-yes sir" Ron stammered in fear of Hermione's father but his eyes were sincere, projecting his true feelings for Hermione.

"Good. I like your honesty. Just like your father....." Hugo smiled.

"The oath......"

"There is no oath Lucius" Hugo said turning around and glaring at the senior malfoy and his son.

"B-but you promised, there are rules, you'll be going to azhkaban" everyone looked shocked at that.

Except the three old friends, who laughed "Dont forget who is the richest wizard, in the whole wizarding world, Lucius... and rules can be changed too" he said winking at Lucius.

"Yo... You bribed them?!"

"Maybe?" Hugo smirked "I wished so many times for something like this to happen, for my daughter to select her own partner and I'm so happy" he said looking at Hermione.

"I won't accept this..... there is no way I'm sending my daughter into a weasley family" Jean Granger exclaimed.

"Shut up!!" Hugo screamed and Jean took two step back.

"Damn!" Ginny muttered "Seems like they need a marriage counseling" Harry nodded at that.

"I did everything you wanted all this years, but not anymore. I will not allow you to make a business deal out of my daughter's life" He said glaring at his wife, who looked like she is going to cry, jean looked at the other people who were looking at them before backing away, running over to one of the fireplace and flooeing back to the Granger manor.

"Dad?" Hermione looked at her father concerned.

Hugo shook his head "She'll come around....she'll come around"

"Hmpph" Lucius grunted "What are you waiting here for? Come on, let's go" he dragged Draco away, the blonde waved at Ron and Hermione with a small happy smile.

"Arthur" Hugo called gently after Lucius gone ".... my dear friend"

"Yes Hugo?" Arthur asked back with a tearful smile, hearing his best friend talking to him after all this years.

"What do you say.... we go to the burrow, to discuss matters further?"

"You mean, about the marriage plan for my son and daughter-in-law?" Arthur said, wrapping his arms around both Ron and Hermione's shoulders "I'm perfectly okay with that" he said making everyone laugh happily.