Deception Hurts More Than Death

FIRST OF ALL FOR THOSE OF YOU REVEIWING, THANKS SO MUCH, FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME. THIS IS A TRUE H/HR STORY, YES SHE MARRIED RON BUT WAIT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS BETWEEN THE LINES AND BEHIND RON'S BACK! THERE IS MUCH MORE TO COME AND LOTS MORE SCANDAL. TRUST ME, THIS WON'T BELONG IN THE GENERAL CATEGORY! :)


Ron woke the next morning, curled into a small ball as if he was a baby inside of a womb. His night had been full of flashes of Harry and Hermione's kiss. He uncurled himself and laid on his back. He stared at the ceiling remembering the events of Hermione's memory. Ron couldn't decide what bothered him more, the fact that it had happened at all, or the fact that Hermione had chosen that memory as one she never wanted to lose.

Ron got himself up and showered and dressed in a clean set of clothes. He was in the kitchen making a cup of tea and a spot of toast when he decided to try it again. He wanted to find a good memory of the two of them to enjoy, knowing that there had to be at least one in there. He had to come to accept the fact that his two best mates had kissed, long before he and Hermione were even exclusive, and that it must have had some other meaning to Hermione.

Ron settled down in Hermione's desk chair with his tea and stared at the penseive. He hoped and prayed that he would not find another memory of Harry and Hermione, but at least this time it would not come as such a shock, he hoped. He moved the penseive in front of where he sat and stirred it with his wand. He felt the same tug and found himself falling into darkness.

Ron landed inside a tent, the tent from the hunt. His eyes adjusted to the dim light of a lone candle floating in the middle of the tent. He searched for himself, but he was nowhere to be seen. It was Harry and Hermione, alone in the tent, once again. They were sitting on their cots, facing each other, both with a somber look on their faces. Harry had his shirt off, a oval burn mark on his chest. Ron could remember the story of Godric's Hollow and how the locket had burned him. He turned to Hermione, who had tears in eyes, and he reached out to brush them away before they could fall but his finger only passed through her face.

"I'm sorry I broke your wand, I should hvae been more careful when I was throwing those curses. I could have hit you or me, instead of hitting your wand. It was stupid of me." Hermione bowed her head, sniffing her tears back.

"Hermione, I already said not to worry about it. We'll find a way to fix it and in the mean time I can borrow yours. Please don't be upset with yourself. I'm just glad you were there to cover my ass from that snake." Harry tried his best to make her smile.

"I was scared tonight, more scared than I've been in the past. I was scared something might happen to you. When the horocrux wouldn't move and then the snake bit you. I was so scared of losing you." Hermione couldn't look at him, too scared seeing his face would make her tears come again.

"But you took care of me, like you always do, and that's why I love you so much." Harry said with a smile.

Ron took a few steps back, as if someone had struck him in the stomach. Harry just told Hermione he loved her, Ron thought. Ron's world was crumbling before him, his friends had fallen in love after he was gone. His leaving had caused more damage than he had origially thought. Ron anticipated Hermione's response, hoping she would shoot Harry down, telling Harry she couldn't love him cause she loved Ron.

"I still can't get used to that, you saying you love me, but I love to hear it. And the only reason I try so hard to keep you alive is because I love you just as much." Hermione finally smiled. Harry moved to kneel at her feet, positioning himself between her legs. Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him to her chest. Harry placed his head over her heart and let out a huge sigh.

Ron stood there, hurt and alone, watching as his wife held his best mate more caringly than he could ever remember her holding him. Tears fell down Ron's face as he watched Hermione rub Harry's back softly with her fingertips. Harry pulled away from Hermione and gave her a deep kiss. Hermione moaned into Harry's mouth as he dipped his tongue into her warm and welcoming mouth. Ron tried to turn away, but found himself glued to the scene before him. It hurt to watch but he couldn't believe it and watching it would hopeful make it more believable.

Harry scooped Hermione into his arms and stood up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself closer to him. Harry's hands grabbed her butt and bounced her slightly on his erection, so she could feel what he did to her. Hermione let out a short squeel into his mouth and broke the kiss.

This is what Ron had been waiting for, Hermione was going to put a stop to this nonsense and tell Harry to put her down. Ron walked around Harry so he could see Hermione's face. He wanted to see the determination in her face when she turned him down. But when he looked into her eyes, he saw a look he was very familiar with, he saw her eyes were filled with lust.

"I want it, Harry. I want you to be my first. I want to be yours. I want you. Now!" Hermione said in a husky voice. Harry gave a gutteral moan and laid her down on the cot, following quiclkly after, settling himself between her thighs. Ron backed away from the cot, still not able to take his eyes off what he was witnessing. Hermione had told Ron she was a virign on their wedding night, mainly because Ron was teasing her about Viktor. Little did Ron know the person he should be worried about was Harry.

Ron got so lost in his thought he hadn't noticed Harry and Hermione strip their clothes away. He stared at them, naked before him, Harry in the position Ron had been in so many times with Hermione as his wife. Hermione nodded her head, as if motioning to Harry she was ready. Harry dipped his head down and kissed her gently and slowly made his way inside of her. Hermione let a small squeel and Ron lunged at Harry, swinging his fists into his back. But Harry never faltered, he moved quicker every second and soon Ron was swinging at Hermione's moaning body as she enjoyed the feeling of Harry inside of her.

As most first times, it didn't last long. Ron plopped down on the ground, his back to the small table they had in the tent. Harry and Hermione cuddled on the cot, the afterglow of sex apparent on their faces.

"That was amazing. Sorry, it... uh.... didn't last too long. Next time I...." Hermione put her finger to Harry's lips to hault his words.

"It was perfect, Harry. Don't worry about anything. Next time it will be even better." Hermione winked at Harry right before he smothered her in a passionate kiss.

Ron buried his head in his knees and begged to be back in Hermione's office. When he opened his eyes and raised his head several minutes later he had gotten just that. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the bookcase. He looked to his left and saw a pair of slippers of Hermione's on the floor beside him. He picked one of them up, remembering his mother had given them to her the previous Christmas. He threw it across the room and knocked down a pile of papers from her desk. The hurt that consumed him filled him with rage.

He stood from the floor and swiped his hands across the desk, knocking down the rest of the papers. The frame that held the picture of Harry and Hermione from the first task collided with the far wall, the glass shattering into a million pieces. The only thing that remained on the desk was the shiny penseive. Ron picked it up, held it over his head, ready to smash it to the floor. But he stopped himself. He set it gently back down on the desk. He would journey into it again, determined to find out all that was Harry and Hermione's story.