Misplaced Trust

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Pansy smiles and walks to the Slytherin table as Dumbledore looks at Ron growling slightly to himself. Ron can't meet Dumbledore's eyes and follows Harry to the Gryffindor table. Draco detains Hermione for a moment.

"Hey, can I see you tonight?" he asks hopefully.

Hermione smiles and nods kissing his lips.

"I'll slip into the Slytherin dorms after curfew... god look what youve done to me. Breaking the rules." Hermione sucks on his lip.

Draco's heart soars as Hermione acknowledges him in public, something he'd feared she wouldn't do and the smile he bestows on her could ignite the sun.

"I'll see you then." He releases her somewhat reluctantly and makes his way to the Slytherin table, his regal bearing doing nothing to hid his silly grin.

Dumbledore looks at the boy who to his knowledge was an unknown to him. His chocolate brown hair was long and he was rather thin. For some reason he felt he knew that boy. Why was he so attached to Miss Granger? Ron watched Dumbledore out of the corner of his eye, trying to catch any sign that the decision he'd made was the right one... Harry seems preoccupied with studying, surprisingly, a large book on advanced defensive spells open on the table where his plate should be, but then Ron notices that the notebook Harry is writing in has the two-way journal Harry got for his birthday hidden at it's center.

"Bella, I am here. No fireworks or alarms yet. Dumbledore seems displeased though." Hermione moves over and notices the journal smiling.

Harry couldnt stay away from Bella if he tried. It was a bit before a reply came.

"I am glad you made it safe and sound. Voldemort came in very angry but he wouldnt say what was eating at him. And Dumbledore is displeased?"

"He seems," Harry replied, "to have something very unpleasant-smelling just beneath his nose. I'm not sure what his problem is, but he keeps looking over at us, so I imagine he didn't expect me to return this year."

"Interesting..." There was a pause between her writting.

Then the feeling of her head laying on one side of the book while she wrote appeared.

"Sorry just had to meet up with the porcelin god again." Harry caresses the indent on the page softly.

"I'm sorry. I talked to Hermione. She did some research once she found out about the babies. You know her. She said the sickness doesn't last the whole pregnancy and that you should be feeling better in a week or so"

"I hope so... i dont know what is worse... the constant vomiting or the strange food cravings." The face on the page just lays there letting him caress.

"Once I'm out of school, I'll take over most of the work for a while and give you a good long rest." He replied, still moving his fingers over the page.

A smile moves over the page.

"Uh huh... can you breast feed Harry?" Harry chuckles.

"I did say *most* of the work. I'd..." Harry hesitates before writing what's on his mind. "like to be there...when you feed them. I want to see." He blushed, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way.

Hermione looks over and snorts slightly.

"Oh my... really... well i think ill give you the first taste of the milk." Words begin to drift onto the page slower.

"Hold on love Voldemort wishes to speak with me."

"Alright." Harry responds, suddenly wondering at the fact that he'd not yet met the head of the Death Eaters and supposed "Dark" side.

There was a long pause before familiar handwriting appeared in the book.

"Hm... so this is how you talked to fair Bella in Azkaban... i am sorry that we could not formalily meet Harry."

"Deja vu." Harry wrote back, hoping the Dark Lord had a sense of humor.

"Ah so it would be... i wonder if young Ginny would find that humorous as well. Anyway, Bella told me of the good news. I must say congradulations. Potters are notorious for having only one child so i applude you for being able to get two children." Harry smiled.

"I'm very happy-" He paused slightly before going ahead, figuring if he was serving the man, he may as well adress him with respect. "Sir. Thank you."

"Harry... unlike my other followers you are one that i find myself looking at as an equal... you may call me Tom." Harry stared at the page for a long moment before responding.

"Thank you...Tom. I am....beyond honoured that someone like you would consider me an equal."

"No need. Ah your blushing lover is back. She is upset with me for talking to you. I hope to speak to you later Harry." The words change as Bella's hand writting appears.

"Damn him... i hope he didnt threaten you."

"No," Harry writes, still astonished. "He told me I could call him Tom."

"He did... wow... Thats a high praise from him." Hermione looks at Ron as she sighs softly.

"It looks like dinner is ending." Harry hears this and glances up to find the plates disappearing and people looking oddly at Dumbledore who usually gives a speach every year before the feast.

"Looks like dinnertime is over. I'm going to go sort my things. I love you..."

"Love you too Harry." The book feels turned off as Hermione walks with him to the dorms.

Inside the dorms Ginny was almost avoiding him. Harry sighs and puts the book in an inside pocket. He looks around at all the people in the common room, people who are being mislead and lied to every moment. His heart aches for them, but he knows they wuold all turn on him if they only knew what he'd been doing this summer... Hermione gently took Harry's hand practically dragging him through the common room Ron following in toe. The eyes of all the students that had grown to be Harry's friends and close compainons stared at him as if he was disfigured. Harry can't meet their eyes and his own lock onto Hermione's hand on his. He hears Ron's footsteps pacing his and is suddenly very glad to have them both. He can't imagine life without the two of them, can't imagine how hard this would have been had he been forced to do it all alone. Before they could get to the stairs leading up to the dorms, Dean steps in front of Harry knocking Hermione's hand away. His face was hard with anger.

"Ginny told me something very interesting about you and i hope for your sake that its a lie you said to push her away." Ron steps defensively up behind Harry.

Harry himself raises an eyebrow, unwilling to be cowed.

"And what was that?"

"That your gay? If this is true then the other guys have agreed that you are not welcome in our dorms. Now if you arent then i will have a talk with Ginny about lying." The other 7th year boys stand around almost nodding in agreements.

Ron slings an arm over Harry's shoulder.

"You're full of shite, Dean. Harry's saved your arse more times than you can count to." He turns to the rest of the common room, speaking to everone in it.

"The same goes for the rest of you! What Harry does in his own time is his own business. As long as he saves the bloody world, what do you jackals care!" Ron's face is beginning to turn red in his righteous anger, as well as Harry's- but his is embarrassment.

Hermione glares at everyone.

"Ron's right. Harry deserves his own personal secrets without all you ghouls running around trying to pick at him like hawks. Come on Harry." Hermione shoves Dean into the armchair while takeing Harry's hand tight.

Once out of earshot of the rest of Gryffindor, Harry groans.

"Oh my God, they all think I'm gay..." Ron laughs and slaps Harry heartily on the shoulder.

"Hey, you said it, mate." Harry glares.

"Not helping." Hermione looks at them and shakes her head.

"Nice going Harry not a smart way to tell Ginny to go away." Harry runs an irritated hand over his face.

"Look, I just...went blank. I couldn't think of anything else to say!"

"Hm i wonder what a certain pregnant woman would say if i told her about what you told Ginny..." Hermione said as he quickly ran into her dorm room.

Harry groans again.

"She'd laugh at me. Don't tell her, please?" Ron grins, but says nothing.

"I wont!" Hermione calls out from her room as the boys dorm was quiet.

Harry enters the boys' dorm room and flops down on his bed, hoping no one else is going to accost him today. The next few days go by with a few incidents. During one of his potion classes Minerva came into the class.

"Mister Weasley the headmaster would like to see you." Ron's face went pale and he swallowed but nodded.

Harry looked at him strangely, but he waved it off.

"Mr. Weasley, I expect your paper to be complete by your next lesson. I would mention intelligible, but I shan't ask for impossibilities." Snape sneered, watching Ron leave.

The young redhead made his way quickly to Dumbledore's door, but paused outside it, nerves attacking him.

"Get in here Mister Weasley." Dumbledore's voice boomed through the door.

Ron jumped but hastened to comply, bringing himself before Dumbledore's desk and clasping his hands behind his back to keep from wringing them. Dumbledore did not look happy...

"What is the meaning of not responding to my summonings of you?" his normally sparkling blue eyes were hard as nails.

Ron took a deep breath and hardened his resolve.

"Because I have nothing to tell you, sir." He said, his eyes looking somewhere over Dumbledore's head.

"What is going on with you Ron? I could feel dark magic around the train when you arrived."

"None of the students, including myself, performed dark magic that I know of, Sir." Ron replied, reluctant to give any details at all on who *had*.

Dumbledore stands up fast.

"Dont lie to me Ron. You know exactly "whom" im talking about. Voldemort. I sense Voldemort on the train." Ron's hackles rose despite his fear.

"He was protecting one of the Slytherins." Which, he added mentally, is more than you do.

"Then why were you there in his pressence?!" Dumbledore was furious about that fact that his spy was slipping through his fingers.

"He was..." Ron hesitated, then plowed on. "He was protecting her from me, Sir."

"You mean Parkerson? What the hell did you do to her? That pig is still living obviously." Ron's entire body stilled as he fought the urge to fly over Dumbledore's desk and punch him in the face.

"Nothing that wasn't rectified." He said, his tone carefully modulated.

"Look Mister Weasley." Dumbledore walks toward a cabinet.

"I want you to take this potion and pour it into Miss Parkenson's drink. Then she wont be a problem anymore." Ron stared at the vial for several moments before taking it, nodding.

"Yes, sir." He couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes, but figured Dumbledore would assume it was for his task.

No, whatever sadness he felt was for his own soul. Dumbledore looks at him.

"Dont disobey me Ron or you will not survive long enough to join him."

"Understood, Sir." Ron nodded concisely, his heart and concience finally in accord.

"Now go on." Dumbledore nods as he sits down.

Ron pockets the vial and leaves quickly without another word. He decides to go to the dorms, since there's only a few mintues before class ends and he doesn't feel like going to the Great Hall for lunch, where he knows Dumbledore's eyes will follow his every move. Hermione was in the dorms when Ron comes in.

"Ron? What's wrong what did Dumbledore want?" Ron flops onto the nearest flat surface, the floor, and stares at the ceiling beams for several moments before responding.

He pulls the vial from his pocket and holds it up to Hermione, it's acid green catching the light and giving a slightly purplish sheen.

"What is this?" He asks her.

Hermione looked at it then gasped snatching it out of his hand.

"Thats a Draught of the Eternal Dead. Much deadlier than the Draught of the Living Death. Where did you get this?" Ron looks back to the ceiling.

"Dumbledore wants me to put it in Pansy's drink." He replied quietly.

Hermione looks at him fast.

"Why would Dumbledore think you would do that?" Ron heaves a deep sigh and sits up.

He covers his eyes for a moment before looking directly into Hermione's and quietly telling her everything, even damning himself with what he did on the train. Hermione looked at him with shock and a slight anger.

"So your... on our side now? Not on his side?" Ron nods, his head down in shame and still wondering if Hermione's going to throw something at him.

"Yeah."

"While i should beat you senseless for this but im glad Pansy beat you instead. Im glad you now believe that we are telling the truth." Hermione walks over and holds out her hands.

Ron takes them and rises, still shame-faced.

"I never thought you or Harry were lying..."

"Dont worry. Come on lets go down and eat. Your going to have to face up to Dumbledore some time." Ron's eyes dilate, but he nods and follows sedately.

At the entrance to the Great Hall, he suddenly turns to her.

"Hey, what were you doing in the dorms?" Hermione blushes red.

"I was... reading a book... about positions..." Ron blushes as well and says nothing else until they seat themselves at the table.

Hermione looks over to the Slytherin table at the man who had stolen her heart. While Pansy looked over at Ron smiling softly. Ron glances to Hermione and flashes a sweet smile to Pansy.

"Hey, what happens when someone takes that stuff?" He asks, assuming Hermione will know what he's referring to.

"It would instantly throw them into a coma then the potion would eat their insides til all that is left is their skin. Then it just eats all the skin leaving the skeleton. He wanted you to cause Pansy the ultimate harm." Ron turns green and swallows hard, his appetite gone.

"O-oh." Hermione nods.

She knew that Ron wouldnt hurt Pansy like that. It was inhumane.

"Just destroy it." Ron shakes his head, his expression grim.

"No. It's got his name on it now." Hermione looks at him as he silently nods.

"Maybe sometime. So how freaky do you and Pansy get?" Ron nearly chokes.

"What?!" Hermione giggles as she whispers.

"How freaky do you and Pansy get in bed?"

"Er. Freaky. Let's leave it at that." He says, blushing heavily.

Hermione pouts looking at him. Being the curious student she was she wanted to know ways to drive Draco crazy.

"Please Ron help me..."

"*Help* you?" Ron shook his head in abject denial. "No. No, Hermione Granger is *not* asking me for sex advice." Hermione slaps his arm.

"Not so loud! Come on please... i want to make Draco go crazy but i need help... so for once Ron im asking for your help and teach me how to make Draco crazy for me..." Ron covered his eyes.

"Oh Merlin. Fine. Fine. I'll ask Pansy. She'd know better than me." A thought popped into his head and he turned to Hermione wide-eyed. "No, you know...hands-on teaching though!" Hermione gasps and shakes her head.

"No no no i mean i know what turns a girl on thats no problem i just dont know what turns a guy on..." Hermione's face was bright crimson.

"Yeah, well. I'm not exactly paying attention when she's doing it, but whatever she does, it works really well..." Hermione sighs heavily as she looks at him.

"Ok think hard Ron what are areas that you really like Pansy to touch other than the obvious."

"Er." Ron's face is brick red and he can't seem to meet Hermione's eyes.

"Well...uh. Here." He touches the base of his throat, his finger sliding around to his nape.

"And..my...er..." He gestures at his chest vaguely.

Hermione nods taking mental notes not really feeling any sexual energy from Ron. Ron continues, pointing out several spost, including his navel, inner elbow, and- surprisingly- the dip of his hipbones, all having been touched, licked, or sucked, with great results from Ron. Hermione nods as she smiles.

"Thanks Ron... why dont you have Pansy come to the dorms tonight." Ron grins and nods.

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