New Blood.

Hermione wokeup at dawn. When she streched, she felt that she's alone in the bed. She opened her eyes, and sat up. She wasn't alone. Jeremy was sitting at her desk, and he read something. Hermione saw no more, than four owls in her window. The first was Hedwig, Harry's owl. The other one was small, like her fist. That was Pig, Ron's bird. The other two were big, brown ones, she was certain they were the school owls. She stood up, and walked to him. She saw Charlie sitting in his lap, reading himself.

"Good morning dear." Jeremy said, and he looked at her. His face was completly healed. His face was now the old.
"How?" she asked astonished, and she stroke his cheek.
"Charlie took care of me." He said, and he pet his dragon's head. "Did you know that the tears of the dragons can heal?"
"No. I only new, that phoenix-tears have that power." she stroke Charlie herself, as she looked on the letters. "Are these our school letters?"
"Yes their are." he gave her four letters. "Among other things."
She opened Harry's letter first.

Dear Hermione!
Dumbledore asked us to go to Grimmauld Place. So we will meet anyways. You know I'm sorry about my other letter. I want to meet that boy, who grabbed your hearth. Because I think he did... Well, thats akk from my side.
Fare well till tomorrow!
Harry

Next was Ron's:

Hermione.
I'm sorry for what I did on the train, and I'm sorry I kept this letter for so long. I want to tell you something. I love you Hermione...

She tore the letter into two, then into four pieces. She ignored Jeremy's confused look, and she opened the next letter. It was from Dumbledore!

Dear Miss Granger.
I hope you two are doing fine, but from what I've heard from Mr. Potter you certainly do. I wish to tell you, that I'm very proud of you, and you really don't know what your efforts meant to me. You let a stranger in your house, because you trusted in my wisdom. You acted more pure-hearthed than noone I know. I want to thank you. Secondly: we will gather at Grimmauld Place, in the 31th of July, that is tomorrow. We will be all there, and we wish Mr. Dawn's presence there as well. I woul like to announce you, that he will be going to his Sixth year with your class. Of course the Sorting Hat will decide which House he will be in. That is all for now. And thank you again.
More and more happy holidays to you Miss Granger!
Albus Dumbledore.

She put the letter away. For the first time in her life, she didn't feel happy for going to Grimmauld. She had to be honest to herself: she didn't like to return to Hogwarts. To end the summer with her love. But the only light in her future, was that Jeremy will be with them in the sixth year. But no matter, she felt sadness. She opened the last letter. It was the book list which they will need in the semester. She packed all parchments, and sent all owls away.
"We should dress up." she said in a sad tone. "Let's go to Diagon Alley, and buy our books before going." she turned, and she wanted to go to the bathroom, but the boy stopped her.

"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Nothing." she answered. "Really..."
"No it's not!. Please tell me..." she jumped on him, and hugged him.
"I don't want to end this!" she cried out. "I don't want to end this summer. I don't. I... I love to be with you. Only with you!"
"Hermione!" he said laughing. "We love each other!" he kissed her forehead. "But this doesn't mean, that you have to break every relationships you have! You have friends, and... others I think. You need to be with them as well! We can be with them! We all can be well I think." He hugged her encouragely, and he nodded to the bathroom. "Let's hit the showers!" he whispered something to Charlie, than he did a really strange thing. He tied a really big parcel of gold galleons, he put in the dragon's mouth the school's booklist, and he gave himtwo leather belts. Than he thanked the dragon, stroke his horny head, than he flew out of the window.
When they were in the bathroom, she asked him a question, he didn't hear, because of the shower's noise.

"What?" he murrmurred.
"When will we go to Diagon Alley?" he heard her voice clearly now.
"We don't need to!" he said. "I've send Charlie to deal with the books."
"Really?" she asked suprised. "Wow. He's a good companion."
"Yeah, he is." Jeremy finally stepped under the shower-rose, naked. Hermione saw his body, and she felt somekind of warm feeling in her breast. As she saw the water flowing on his muscular body, she had a nearly irresistable emotion. She had to go to him. She stepped under the shower herself. It wasn't a wide place, so their bodies huddled up against each-other's. He turned, and faced her. Hermione couldn't stand it anymore. She kissed him, again, with full force of her body pulled towards him. They hugged and kissed romanticly. They stayed there for a very very long time...

In the evening, Jeremiah suprised Hermione with a date to Diagon Alley.
"We have to celebrate our last night here don't we?" he said, laughing. So, when the clock hit the sixth hour, they said their last good-bye to the Granger parents. Jeremiah thanked their hospitality, and said, that they will leave soon in the morning, so they weren't meeting tomorrow. They thought they will walk to Diagon Alley. They did ths, without any word, just holding each-other's hands. When they arriwed, they instantly hit their favourite place, the Flaming Plate restaurant, which offered the biggest variety of wizard meal in London. Jeremiah ordered his favourite Maggical steak, and Hermione's best fruit salad. They ate, telling jokes, kissing each-other often, and speaking about their sixth year. And somehow the speechshifted into a more intimite style.
"So, did you have any other boyfriends?" Jeremy asked. Hermione looked confused.
"Well..." she started. "No, not really." she sighed. "Thought I had an affair with Viktor Krum, at the Triwizard Tournament, but he didn't became my boyfriend. And of course Ron had a crush on me, but I don't love him, so... And you?"
"What do you think?" he sighed. "I have only you." they blushed. A question crawled in Hermione's head. She didn't wanted to ask this, but before she could stop it, it happend.

"So, you're still virgin?" Jeremiah's knife fell under the table, but he didn't care about it. He stared at Hermione.
"'Mione." he started. "Of course I'm still virgin." he put the most evil smile he could force out. He reached for his knife, and asked "And you?"
"Yeah, I am." the girl wanted to say it. Say it bitch say it! He waits for it, he knows, just say it!
"I..." she started, but she couldn't finish. Her sight faded. She saw Jeremy's beaten, blooded face, as Malfoy hit him... she saw the Department of Mysteries... she saw Jeremiah dead...

She knew what happend. These sad memories and imaginations could only caused by one kind of creature... Dementors!
"What?" he asked. "You what?" he seemed to understand. maybe he felt it too. They stood up. Hermione raised her wand, and pointed behind Jeremiah. He turned. Nearly ten tall, black hooded figures were sliding towards them. These were undoubtedly Dementors, the former jailors of the wizard prison Azkaban. They were the most terrible creatures Hermione ever saw. Their weapon was unhappiness, which they liked to transfer to their victims. They fed on happiness. And ten of these abominations were coming towards them. Hermione never had the hope to chase away all of these Dementors. The only weapon against them was a Patronus charm, which was a creature made of pure positive energies, which could figth and drive away the Dementors. But Hermione never heard any wizard who could drive away ten Dementors...

"Get back Hermione." she looked at Jeremiah. He was calm, no fear could be heard from his voice. "Now." she did. He stepped forward, in front of the Dementors, and they stopped. He lifted his hand, and she saw, that his palm was holding an orb of bouncing silvery flames. He rose this hand into the sky, and he said the spell ("Expecto Patronum!") a great dragon made from white light flew up from the flames of his palm. The beast wasn't as big as a normal dragon, but it was nearly three times bigger, than a normal eagle. It was flying above the Dementors, and it started to fight with them with its silvery claws and fangs. The Dementors started to flee, but they only could escape through the newly apparated wizards and witches, who arrived there at the moment. They all shouted the incantation, and an army of Patronus's attacked the creatures. Hermione watched this with newly found hope. The Order of the Phoenix. The Order had a serious fight at their hands. Suddenly, a young woman apparated in front of Hermione. It was her friend Auror, Tonks.
"C'mon Hermione!" she said, and without waiting for answers, she grabbed her on her shoulders, and apparated away. Her last picture of the fight was Jeremiah, who controlled his dragon to defend a witch, who was encountered by some Dementors, and than she finally disappeared...

...to reappear in the dark kitchen of Grimmauld Place. Tonks was still holding her shoulders, and it took her several seconds to let it go. As she stood up, a red haired, chubby women hugged her with bone-cracking strenght.
"Hermione!" said Mrs Weasley with tears in her eyes. "Oh my God, I was so worried! Kingsley just went away to Diagon Alley. He said you're there, and that a Dementors attacked you! Are you all right?"
"Yes Mrs Weasley, thank you." she said in a calming voice, though not even she recoverd of the shock. When Mrs Weasley let her go to make some food, she could finally look around in the kitchen. Around the round table she could see five figures. The red-haired, balding man was Mr Weasley, the black haired boy with round glasses was Harry Potter, the tall boy with red hair and long nose was Ron Weasley, the strickt looking woman was Minerva mcGonagall, and the old man with long silvery beard and hair was no one else, than Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore stood up quickly, and ran to Hermione. He grabbed her softly on the shoulders, and asked:

"Where's he?" he sounded scared. She new who he was asking about.
"He's still fighting the Dementors." she said in a crying voice. "Please Professor, bring him back! He could be in danger!" she started to cry, though she didn't wanted to. She fell to her knees. Harry and Ron ran there instantly.
"Hermione!" said Harry in a soft voice. "C'mon Hermione, sit down. He'll be okay..." she tried to stand up, but she couldn't. She accepted Ron's offered hand, and with the help of her friends she walked to the table, and sat down. Dumbledore followed them, and when she placed herself, he crouched in front of her, smiling.
"Don't worry Mrs Granger." he said. "Mr Dawn will be fine. To be hones, he has the biggest chance to survive! Now rest, Molly will be here with your meal shortly." Hermione nodded, but she felt, that she couldn't swallow a thing. Dumbledore left the room. Mr Weasley sat near her, along with his son and Harry. They didn't say a thing. They knew, this was a critical point, and they didn't wanted to interfere. Minutes later, mass cracking noises came from the entrance, and seconds later, the whole weatherbeaten army marched into the kitchen. Hermione only knew two of them: Remus Lupin, her former Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, and a tall, black skinned man, Kingsley Shacklebolt, an Auror. And bethween them walked...

"Jeremiah!" Hermione yelled, and she jumped from her chair to the arms of her tired love. He cauth her, kissed her, than they continued their re-meeting with a strong hug. Lupin and Kingsley watched them with a smile on her face.
"We had little to do when we arrived." he started, sitting in a chair.
"Yeah." continued Kingsley. "The boy took care of thing really well." Jeremy smiled and blushed.
"I was so afraid..." Hermione whispered in his ear. He didn't answer, he only hugged her more thightly.
"Sit down you two." said Mr Weasley. "You need to rest." they did, and they waited for Mrs Weasley to finish cooking. Moments later, the all Auror company along with Kingsley left with hearty good-byes.

"Let me introduce you to the others!" jumped up Hermione, and she grabbed his hands, and forced him to stand up.
"This is Mr Arthur Weasley." they shook hands.
"Nice to meet you Sir."
"And you too Jeremiah. I've heard of your skills from Dumbledore. He speeks really highly of you." he smiled. Jeremy blushed.
"This is Remus Lupin." Hermione walked to an old-looking person. He had really ruined clothes, but he had a kind face. They shook hands.
"Good evening Mr Lupin."
"C'mon, just call me Remus." he said "And good to meet you." Hermione went to the two boys. One of them had pitch-black, messy hair, round glasses, and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.
"I don't think I'll have to introduce Harry Potter." she smiled. So did the boys.
"Hermione was really fond of you Jeremiah." he said, when he accepted Jeremy's hand. "I hope you returned the favor mate." Hermione blushed, and looked away.
"I do, don't worry about it. I love her same as she loves me." Her face was now as red as the other boy's hair. Jeremy went to him, but before he could possibly say anything, the boy stood up, and went upstairs.

"Did I do anything wrong?" Jeremy asked, but Harry whisked.
"It's not you." he sighed. Jeremiah nodded as understandment, and sat down with Hermione. Soon, a woman appeared in the room, with a big plate of fastly-maked food on it. As she saw Jeremiah, she stopped, suprised.
"Sorry dear." she said nervously. "I didn't know you will cope too. I've made food for only Hermione..."
"Don't worry ehm... Mrs Weasley." he could guess who the red-haired woman was. "I'm not hungry. In fact, I think I will go to my room to rest."
"I'll show your room." said Remus. "Follow me."
"Okay." he stood up. Hermione also wanted to stand up, but Jeremiah pushed her back to the chair. "Eat my love." he whispered, and he kissed her forehead. "And rest. See you tomorrow." he smiled encourageingly, and then he sayed good nights to everyone and followed Lupin up the stairs.

His room was the highest one.
"Feel at home." said Remus, as he opened the doors. "Your dragon came here before you did." he smiled. "Very clever he is." And really, Charlie was sitting on a big pile of books, and he waited for his master. He raised his horny head, and shrieked in happyness as he saw him. Lupin left, and he shut the door.
"Charlie!" the dragon flew to his lifted hand, and he pulled his head to Jeremy's. He stroke the red scales. "You bought all of our books! Very well done!" Charlie seemed satisfied, and finally he flew to a thick wardrobe, where he lied down, and fell asleep
"Lazy boy." Jeremy laughed, and he lied down himself, but not upon a wardrobe. He jumped to the bed. Well, this was a really hard fight! he thought Lucky the Order showed up. I could be souless by now without them... he closed his eyes, and nearly fell asleep, but he heard a loud knock on the door. Oh, why can't I rest?
"Coming!" he said, as he walked to the door, and opened it. He saw there a beautiful, red haired girl, smiling.

"Hi!" she said, and giggled. "Can I come in?" before he could say anything, she walked in. He sighted, and closed the door. The girl sat down on his bed, and opened her mouth.
"My name is Ginny..." she started, but jeremy interrupted.
"Weasley?" he said
"How could you..."
"...tell? Well..." he pointed on her red hair "I guessed." She giggled again. She was in a long, blue skirt, and a dark-green top. And now she sat in a position, that he couldn't misunderstand. Oh God, she's flirting.
"You have a sixth sense don't you?" she stared at him for an uncomfortably long time. "I know about you and Hermione." this was quite unexpected.
"Okay..." he said. "She told you?"
"Yeah, she owled to me, when you peeked on her in the shower." Jeremiah blushed, and she giggled. "Don't worry, she said only good things. She said she liked you staring at her." she sighed, and stared at him again. "I could quite understand her. I shouldn't have any problems with you watching me..." this was getting wierder and wierder.

"Thanks." he didn't really know what he supposed to say. "If that was a compliment." her eyes bleamed as she nodded. This top is too open...
"This isn't a really big house, and it has only two bathrooms. We might end up like this..." now he heard enough.
"I was just starting to sleep. Can you please just leave? I'm a bit tired." she stood up. Finally!
"Good night!" she seemed a bit disappointed. As she left, Jeremiah locked the room with the key this time. As he lied down again, a loud knock was heard from the door. He was angry now.

"What?" he opened the door. It was Hermione. She was stunned.
"Oh, sorry 'Mione." he said apologiticly. "I just thought Ginny is back." she walked in, and he locked the door the third time now.
"You met Ginny?" she asked, as she sat down. "And Charlie bought our books?" she first stared at the books, and secondly to the dragon.
"Yeah, yeah." he was a bit uncomfortable. "You owled Ginny?" Hermione blushed.
"Well...yes I did." she looked away. "I thought she's more talented in boys."
"She really is. She flirted with me." he laughed, though he looked at Hermione, he froze. All blood disappeared from her face, her lips started to twich and she stared at him, her sight full of fear.

"She...she did?"
"Yes." he answered slowly. "She lifted her skirt 'n all." she sighed. "What's wrong 'Mione? Why is it a problem?" she took a deep breath.
"Well... as I've said, she's really talented in boys... and since you're so handsome..." he put a finger on her lips to silence her.
"You're jelous." she blushed. "'Mione, you're jelous! Why? I love you!" she smiled, but there were still some fear in her eyes. "You need proof?" he smiled
"Proof?" she asked stunned. He didn't answer, he just kissed her. This kiss was more like on his birthday, on the table, but this time, they were on a bed... They hugged each other softly. He felt her silky lips, touching his. He finally opened his mouth, and he reached with his toungh, masseuring hers. He heard her moaning quietly, as he moved his hands towards her T-shirt, and touched her smooth skin under it. Slowly, he undressed her, until she only wore a bra and her panties. Than, he lied down, and let her climb on him, and she undressed him too. They kissed more intensivly, and more erotic, but still soft. Hermione knew where this was going. She liked it...

"Harry! Ginny!" Ron stared out of his room, and found his friend and sister standing right in front of the new guy's room. "Are you evesdropping?"
"Shhh Ron!" she whispered to her brother. "We can't hear them!" it seemed, their eares were stuck to the door. Ron went back to his room, muttering really bad words...

They woke early in the morning, and after a tickle-battle on the ground, Hermione left, and intended to go to the bathroom. Jeremiah put his black trousers, and brown shirt on, and he walked the wardrobe, where Charlie slept. He woke his dragon, and fed him with newly bought dog-food. Charlie seemed to like that. He stroke his horny head, and whispered:
"Welcome to Grimmauld Place!"