The Thought Of It All

Hermione rushed out of the Room of Requirement and raced along the corridors and up the stairs till she reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. She knew she shouldn't have followed Malfoy, but when he didn't show up for class, she got suspicious, and with her intuition.

So, she borrowed (stole) Harry's cloak and Maurder's map and decided to follow him, and it was stupid. Very stupid.

And when he led her to the Room of Requirement, all the suspicion came back along with intrigue, as to what Malfoy was doing there at midnight. It just didn't make sense, but Merlin she just had to slip on the damn cloak, and almost got herself killed.

Well, not killed. More like scared that Malfoy had officially gone insane, the way he had looked at her send chills down her spine, there was so much hatred.

Hermione got in the common room, and clearly no one was still there, except for a red head in the corner who was staring right at her. She had made sure that she was quite, how in Hell did he know that she had left?

Sometimes even the most dim-witted person could act smart at times. Astonishing, really. 'Ronald, what are you doing?'

He slowly got to his feet and strolled towards her, his face grime. 'What were you doing, Hermione?'

And she'll deny that there is everything except butterflies in her stomach from his concerned expression. Lord, Ron makes it really hard for me to stay mad at him. She tried to control her reaction, but all she wanted to do was throw her arms around him and kiss him. But she couldn't.

'What do you care? You have no say in what I do,' she tried passing him but he grabbed her wrist and whirled her around until she was pressed up against the wall. Ron was breathing strange and his face was contorted into pain? Sadness?

'Tell me where you were,' he demanded, and her eyes just lit with anger.

'NO!' she twisted away and struggled but Ronald wouldn't let her go.

'Hermione...,' he said her name achingly, and her eyes widened. Was he? No... I haven't done anything... no...oh Merlin.

He crashed their lips together and she breathed out a moan, pushing him away she looked into his eyes and fell. Pulling him closer, she was unprepared when he starting gyrating his hips against hers. Oh sweet fucking Merlin, that felt so good.

Thank God, no one was here otherwise people would hear her moaning. She whimpered when Ron started palming her breast, he ran his hands up and down her chest then artfully he was tweaking her bare nipple. When did he get under her shirt?

'Please, Hermione, let me have you,' he whispered in her ear, breathing lightly. Caressing her hair with his other hand. And she would've given anything to have Ron right now but...

But...

But...

But...

Her fingers rubbed against his front, making him hiss and press harder into her. Her skirt suddenly found itself around her waist, and Ron was pulling her knickers aside and probing her folds.

'Ron!' she pushed him away and he landed on his arse, looking up at her shocked. She needed to tell him the truth, or the semi-truth. This couldn't continue, it was wrong. He had a girlfriend, for God sakes.

'We can't do this. It was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened. You have a girlfriend,' she said hoarsely, trying to keep the tears in. He looked so heartbroken.

'I'll dump her, please Hermione,' he pleaded.

She straightened her appearance to the best of her ability and regarded him with a cool expression. 'And where was all this before? Why didn't you love me before Ron? Why did you have to wait so long?'

'I didn't know then, I know now. I was stupid for being with Lavender, I was trying to get you out of my head,' he said, getting to his feet again.

'So you tell me these things, you do not go off and sleep with another girl. You don't do that!' she yelled, throwing her arm in the air.

He flinched and looked at his shoes. 'I'm sorry Hermione. What else do you want me to say?'

'Nothing, there isn't anything you can say,' she stalked off.

Once she was in her room, she took out the cloak and Maurder's map, laying it in her trunk, to return to Harry tomorrow.

Stripping her clothes off, she stood near her bedside naked. Trying with all her might not to recall Ronald's kisses or his touches. It was the hardest thing, having to walk away from the boy you loved.

Hermione cuddled in bed and dreamed of Ronald, for what else was she supposed to do?

Saturday morning was the Hogsmeade trip, and although she was upset, she still wanted to go, for she had run out of quills and parchment. Getting up and dressed, she made her way to the Common room, and saw Harry with Ginny.

'Hi Harry, hi Ginny,' she grinned at them and they smiled back.

'Hermione, where were you yesterday night? You were at bed by 9 o'clock,' Harry asked, looking at her.

Hermione willed herself not to blush, although she had been with Malfoy, that wasn't what she was thinking about. Ron, oh Ron.

'Hey mate,' a voice said from behind her, she didn't need to look to know who it was.

She smiled politely at Harry and Ginny, then left quickly, ignoring the call from Ron. She sped along the hallways, went down to the Great Hall, got a quick bite and headed off to the courtyard.

Pulling her robes closer, she waited till the others came down and then she would head to Hogsmeade. A half an hour later, students were filing out into the courtyard, waiting for Filch and Mcgonagall to collect permission forms.

Seeing Ron come out with Harry, she quickly turned and started chatting with Pavarti and Padma. She left with them ,not bothering to turn around and see if Ron had seen her, for she could tell. His stare pierced through her clothes and heated up her entire body.

Ron...

After venturing to all the shops, she stopped by the Three Broomsticks and got herself a butterbear, sitting all the way in the back, reading a book.

'What are you doing all by yourself, Granger?' Malfoy said curiously.

'None of your bloody business,' she snapped and returned to her book. After a second she looked back up and Malfoy was gone.

Good, the stupid little ferret.

Having finished her butterbear, she got up and left. While walking, she heard a scream, and then another one and another one. Running towards the noise, she saw Katie Bell, the Gryffindor chaser in the air looking like she was being crucio'd. In her hand she was clutching a necklace. What the hell was happening?

Across the way, she saw Malfoy frowning, odd. She took out her wand and yelled 'Finite incantatum' but nothing happened. Katie kept screaming and clawing at her body.

Desperately looking around, she saw Mcgonagal running up the hill, take out her wand. And the rest was a blur.

Hermione closed her eyes, and looked at Katie Bell's body, they still don't know what happened to her. They were still doing tests, but the sight of Katie screaming will forever be etched in her mind.

Later that night, she crawled to bed and slept took her at once. Thank Merlin...

A/N: Chapter 11 is done. And look I wrote during the day.

Now as you can see, i've changed things, and I have kept things the same. Now if I missed something, cause sadly I don't own the 6th book, i'm getting this all from memory, just let me know.

But I am thinking of abandoning this story, it just feels hopeless when no one is reviewing you. Well, maybe i'll give it some time.

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