Harry Potter and the Angel of Darkness

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Party!

Bottle of firewhisky in one hand, chunk of pound cake in the other,
Ron stumbled through the crowd outside the Burrow, occasionally
giving a cake-filled grin to passersby. Stumbling over a cackling lawn
gnome, Ron dropped to the ground. Stuffing more cake into his mouth,
and washing it down with another swig of liquor, he peered around,
eyes slightly glazed over.

“Oh, Ronald, you got crumbs all over your nice robes!” Hermione spread
her own sea-foam green robes around her as she knelt next to her long
time friend. She reached over to brush a few larger pieces of the cake off
Ron’s front, and jumped slightly as his hand wrapped itself around hers.

“ ‘Mione… heh eh heh, Hermy… Hermy own ee!” Giggling, Ron raised his
eyes to her own, planting a sloppy kiss on her fingers. “Hermo, old chap,
I love you, really I do.”

“I know Ron, I know…” Slowly rising to her feet, Hermione tugged at his
hand. “Up you get…”

“No… no! Come back down here! See, it’s soft… hee hee! And wet! Oof!”
Ron gave one hard tug and Hermione landed across his lap. “No… ya don’t
know… I lovsh you. You let ush copy your homework… not that there’sh
gonna be a whole lot of that now we’re galava… galompha… running off
after Voldie, ish there?”

With another high pitched giggle, Ron firmly planted both arms around
Hermione, effectively cutting off her wriggling. “Yes Ron, you love that you
can copy my homework. Now, let’s get you up and inside, before you make
a fool of yourself, alright?”

“No… I don’t jusht love your homing work… I alsho love your hair. It’sh nice
and soft. And your dressh ish beau… botif… george-ish… Awful pretty. I love
you, Herminater. Really, I do.”

Blushing furiously, Hermione looked into Ron’s wide, liquor-glazed eyes, and
shook her head. Placing a gentle kiss on his ginger head, she climbed to her
feet, pulling Ron along with her. “Come on. Up you get.” Looking around the
Weasley’s garden, she spotted Hagrid talking animatedly with Madame Maxime
by the hedge. “Hagrid! Hagrid, some help please? Could you give us a hand?”

By this time, Ron’s hands had done a little helping of their own, sliding over
Hermione’s gown, along her back, and were currently occupied in alternately
squeezing one cheek of her arse after the other. “It’sh funny, Herm. Who’d
have thought a little bookworm like you would have such a nice, squishhhy,
perfect arse like that?” Every other word or so was accompanied by yet another
squeeze, while Hagrid loped his way over.

“ ‘Ere now Ron, don’t yeh be grippin on Hermione like tha. Yeh got teh treat
them ladies wi’ a little respect, yeh see?” Tossing Ron over one large, round
shoulder, Hagrid held a hand out to Hermione. “Show me were ‘e goes, will
yeh, ‘Mione? Not quite sure where ev’thing is in this house yet!”

With a wave to Ginny and Harry as they passed, Hermione, Hagrid, and Ron
(swinging like a singing sack of potatoes from Hagrid’s shoulder) made their
way into the house and up to the top of the stairs.

“Here, Hagrid. This is his room.” Opening the door onto the bright orange
walls (Chudley Cannons posters, of course!) and waving quidditch players,
Hermione motioned for Hagrid to enter.

“Righ, there yeh are, yeh drunken lout. Don’t yeh do anythin stupid now, yeh
hear? If I hear yeh did one dumb thing with Hermione, yeh’ll have more than
some angry mums teh answer to, righ’ square!” Nodding his emphasis, Hagrid
ducked back through the door with a wink to Hermione, and made his way back
outside to the party. Listening to Ron’s whistling snores, Hermione settled on
the corner of his bed, waiting for him to wake.


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Harry’s eyes were only for Ginny Weasley. He couldn’t stop staring. Finally, the
16 year old girl made her way toward Harry, smiling up at him. “Err… well, that
was nice…”

“Yeah, yeah it was. Good party, too.” Nodding in agreement, Ginny took the
drink out of Harry’s hand, and started to lead him away. “We need to talk.”

Pausing as Hermione, with Hagrid (carrying Ron) went by, Harry followed Ginny
around the corner of the house. Harry opened his mouth to speak, and Ginny’s
finger pressed gently to his lips. Leaning slightly forward, she placed her own
lips where her finger had so recently been pressed, blue eyes staring widely into
Harry’s emerald ones.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Me too,” she said.

Wrapping his arms around her, Harry leaned in once more, pressing his cheek
to hers. “Your hair smells of spun sugar and lilacs.”

Ginny giggled, and curled herself into his arms. Suddenly serious, she whispered,
“I don’t care anymore, Harry…” Forestalling him before he could even open his
mouth to protest, “No, Harry. Just listen to me. I don’t care anymore. He-who-must…
I mean… Vol- Voldemort is out there. There’s no denying that. But denying ourselves
is costing us more than giving in would.

“You keep saying you only want to protect me… that loving me would draw V-
Voldemort like a moth to a flame. But in not loving me, you’re opening yourself
to even worse possibilities. What happens if… If he comes, and we’d never given
ourselves a chance? What happens if I loose you, without ever having loved you?

“Seeing Fleur and Bill today made me realize that love is worth having, Harry. We
can’t keep denying ourselves or it may just bring us more trouble than giving in!”

Wiping a betraying tear angrily off one cheek, Ginny began to pace in front of Harry.
“Love me, Harry. Nothing more, nothing less. Just let yourself love me.”

Staring down into her ice-blue eyes, Harry couldn’t find it in him to protest any longer.
Leaning forward for one last chaste kiss, he took her hand, leading her back out into
the crowd, in search of Mr. or Mrs. Weasley.


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Staring down at Ron’s still snoring form, Hermione slipped the silk wrap off her
shoulders, and tossed it to the edge of the bed. Some movement must have
nudged Ron that final stretch, for he was slowly opening bleary eyes, nose wrinkled,
to peer about the room.

“What the bloody hell is that awful stench”

“That would be you, Ronald.” Hermione hid her own smirk in the bray of laughter
from Ron’s mirror.

“She’s right you know, you’re an awful sight.”

“Shut it you!” Struggling out of bed, Ron whipped his robes over his head, and flung
them over the mirror, hiding it from sight. Turning back toward the bed clad only in
his old, favorite, knickers, Ron let out a startled yelp, and flung himself back to the
bed and beneath the covers.

Grinning at the sight of a fluttering golden snitch embroidered on Ron’s underpants,
Hermione turned to his chest of drawers and tossed him clean robes and socks. “Get up,
get dressed. We’re leaving for the Dursley’s at half three, and it’s already a quarter of
one!” Still muttering to herself about all the things they needed to get done that day,
Hermione made her way to the chair in which she’d slept all night in Ron’s room.

Pulling her own robes immodestly over her lithe frame, she donned a Weird Sisters tee-
shirt and muggle jeans as Ron gaped behind her. “Wha… where… w-what are you doing,
‘Mione?!”

“I said get dressed Ron, we don’t have time for this. It’s not like you’ve never seen what
a girl’s got before, what with Lavender last term, and you certainly did quite enough groping
of my … assets… last night to be shy now. Put your things on, and for Merlin’s sake, clean
yourself up a bit, will you? I’ll go get the breakfast tray your mum made up. And do please
hurry, we really are quite short on time!”

Still gawping a bit like a stranded fish, Ron did as he was told, and made his way toward
the loo across the hall for a quick wash up, before donning his clothing and heading
downstairs for breakfast.


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Author’s Notes: Ron\'s a bit of a horny drunk, isn\'t he? Heh.

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