Bloodshot Eyes

Hermione seemed as if she were never to think, never to analyze anything. Her lips chapped and eyes so small fonts and words would not dare to enter. Moisture escaped them at moments when she'd awake from Lord Voldemort's mistake to threaten her ability at witchcraft. It wasn't anger nor was it hatred.

Headmaster Dumbledore walked into his office occupied by Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Professor McGonagall. Harry's confused eyes stared at the old man as McGonagall straightened her thin glasses with a sigh, but Hermione remain staring at her hands. The room was silent, a little peaceful at some points until one of them realized that Hermione was picking the skin surrounding her fingernails.

"Miss Granger?" McGonagall's lenses mirror nothing but fear.

Hermione's pointer finger began to bleed lightly.

"Why can't she hear us?" Harry questioned.

"She can," Dumbledore finally spoke, "but she cannot decide what to say. Perhaps she is afraid…"

"I'm not afraid!" Hermione flared with abstract irritation.

Dumbledore smiled at her response, "Harry there is something you need to know."

There was another long silence that ached in Harry's stomach; something was terribly wrong.

"Ron's gone," Hermione stated blandly.

"What are you talking about?"

"She took him."

"Who?"

"Apricot Tumbleweed has indeed taken Ronald Weasley, but Harry before you jump to conclusions, I believe that Apricot is not apart of Voldemort's evil."

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Hermione jumped from her seat, "Why would she take him then?"

"Miss Granger, please have a seat and let me explain. There is something about Apricot Tumbleweed that you and Harry do not know. She is in love," Dumbledore adjusted his glasses with his long nose.

"With Ron?" Harry obviously didn't know what Dumbledore was talking about.

"No, Mr. Potter. She is in love with Neville Longbottom," Professor McGonagall finally spoke.

"She will turn on Voldemort as soon as you and Harry go to Ron," Dumbledore kept his eyes on Hermione.

"How would you know that?" Hermione fumed.

"I do not Miss Granger."

"Oh that's dependable."

Harry's shock glared at Hermione.

"So what do we do now?"

"I'm afraid that I can no longer protect either of you. Harry your destiny is to defeat Voldemort and Hermione's is slowly fading. Hogwarts has taught you everything it possibly could and whatever the outcome is Harry and Miss Granger, this school is to be proud of having you."

Harry seemed to understand for the first time and Dumbledore was right; it was his destiny to murder the man that killed his mother and father. Hermione, though, seemed to be confused.

"What do you mean Headmaster?" Hermione picked at her finger again.

"There is something you must know Miss Granger. Something that only Professor McGonagall and I have information about," Dumbledore issued Harry to leave for a moment and he did without question. Somehow he knew that this was about Ron.

"What's going on?"

"Miss Granger, do you remember that morning when you and Mr. Weasley spent the night together in your dormitory?" Dumbledore rose from his rather large chair.

"What does this have to do with anything?" Hermione seemed to have flushed a bright pink.

"Professor McGonagall has taken Mr. Weasley and your memory."

"What?"

""It was to protect you Miss Granger," McGonagall nodded lightly.

"From what?"

"It is time to give you that memory back."

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It was all happening too fast. Hermione couldn't open her eyes and she tried to move but something was stopping her. She was no longer in control of her own body. In a way Hermione was wide awake, but physically she was exhausted. This wasn't like other memories; this was a memory that she had to feel. Harry had described his venture in Snape's memory of his father and Sirus, and he told her it was like the time Tom Riddle had sucked him into his diary of lies. However, this was completely different; she could not sit back and watch instead she played an invisible role.

"You bloody owe me Hermione," the sound of Ron's deep voice made her jump with excitement, "Your books are heavy you know. How do you even manage to carry these?"

Tears had started to fall and Hermione wanted her body to open its eyes; she begged for one glimpse of him. She wanted to know that he was alright and she missed him desperately. Even if this was only a memory and it had happened already, Hermione's tears tugged at her chest.

"You just always have to show up one way or another; ready to shout at me or hit me," his voice was beautiful and Hermione wanted that voice by her every moment in her life.

She was laying flat on her soft blankets that Mrs. Weasley had made for her every Christmas. Somehow she understood that Hermione didn't need a sweater for some odd reason. Hermione blushed deeply when she felt her arms around his burning neck. She felt his firm hands beneath her body, holding her tight with his breathing. Her body shifted slightly making itself comfortable under Ron's muscular frame.

It was true that Hermione loved Mrs. Weasley's blankets; she now understood why those were given to her. When Ron was not her sheets of warmth, she would need the blankets. It had all made sense to her now; Mrs. Weasley wanted Hermione a part of the family.

Hermione tried to focus on the memory; she wanted to remember everything that was happening to her and of course to her feelings for Ron. Her eyes widened as she felt Ron's leg slide in between her thighs.

"Hermione…" her insides had toppled over when Ron groaned lightly into her ear.

He lifted his body off hers and Hermione felt a sense of accomplishment when she pulled him back down. She loved him more than she could ever imagine in this memory. Ron stared blankly at her and her eyes dared him to move; this was the moment Hermione would cherish for the rest of her life. Ron kissed her lips hard and he breathed in her sweet scent. Inside Hermione felt her body tremble and suddenly there was nothing making her heart beat. Her body never hesitated against Ron's lips, instead her body plead for more of his love.

Ron planted kisses on her neck and shoulders; she couldn't take it any longer. Her hands slid beneath his thin shirt and they explored his skin. The ripples of his stomach muscles shivered when her nails trailed them and he continued to kiss her. She tilted her head and her hands fell to his trousers. She ran her fingers through his soft hair just above his trousers and she moaned lightly knowing that just below was a part of Ron that only Hermione would know. For some reason Hermione never felt that this was wrong, she didn't feel like this was a mistake.

"Ron…" her body whimpered.

"Hermione, we shouldn't," Ron did not restrain himself from kissing her body.

Her body could no longer stand their innocence. She tugged impatiently at his tight trousers and she managed to loosen him. Ron never protested against her instead he pushed Hermione to her limits. He slid his shirt off and he had done the same with hers and of course Hermione giggled inside when he struggled to remove her bra. Inside she couldn't help herself from smiling when he stared at her grown breasts.

Hermione was moaning inside and out, Ron cupped her breasts and lightly rubbed the tips of her nipples. She bit her lip dangerously when Ron moved his lips towards her softness. He sucked her slowly, tasting every inch of her vulnerability. She whimpered his name as he slowly removed her bottoms. Ron had made Hermione feel like the only person that existed in the world and she wanted Ron to know that she was going to make him the same.

She slid her hands into his trousers and she palmed his rough length while pulling gently. Ron groaned loudly and he closed his eyes trying to resist from the sensation overcoming his body. His hands gripped hers and she allowed him to slide his trousers off. Hermione's eyes followed his length and she could have never believed that she could be so effective on his body. Ron's hands spread her legs apart as he slide in between her; his length pressed firmly against her stomach. Hermione could hardly take the temptation. Her hands brushed his red hair and she scratched the back of his neck as she moaned for him to enter her. Ron rose off her body slightly and he stared at her beneath him.

"I love you Hermione," Ron muttered as he thrust his length into her body before giving Hermione a chance to tell him she loved him too. She moaned loudly and dug her nails into his bare back while snapping her legs around his body. He never slowed for Hermione to catch her breath, and as he deepened inside of her she countered his movements creating the most powerful love she has ever experienced. It was painful and Hermione felt small tears streaming down her cheeks, but she still wanted Ron inside her body.

"Oh Ron," Hermione moaned loudly and hid her face in his neck.

His movements became more rapid and rough, she no longer could understand how they both had lasted so long. He was making love to her and she was receiving his love. This was the fear they once held for one another, but now it seemed so natural and Hermione knew that this was the way it is supposed to be. She belonged in his arms and he belonged inside of her. Their destiny was to be one. They were young, but it has been seven long years that Ron and Hermione fought their innocence.

Too many sensations threatened her and it was the only time that Hermione would give in to threats. She arched her back forcing Ron's thrusts to plunge deeper.

"Ron," Hermione screamed lightly as she released her love for him.

He lowered his body so that their heart beats could pound roughly against each other. Ron's movements became faster and he was so hard inside of her that it caused her pain. Hermione Granger held Ron Weasley with all her might, never wanting to part from his warmth. Moments later, Ron's release had joined Hermione's.

Ron gently rubbed his forehead against hers and the dampness of both their bodies created a friction that neither of them could withstand again that night. Hermione closed her eyes and opened to Ron staring down at her. His flaming hair didn't seem like hair anymore, instead it looked like her own. She lifted herself and pulled him down for a deep kiss. Ron smiled into her lips and Hermione once again opened her eyes, but Ron was no longer there.

"Miss Granger? Are you alright?" Hermione awoke and faced Professor McGonagall.

"Yes, I'm fine," Hermione sat up.

"Are you sure?" McGonagall carried the same worried look.

Hermione bursted, tears steamed off her eyes. The hands that once touched Ron covered her face and she knew that Ron didn't know. He had no idea that they had made love together.

"He doesn't know does he?" Hermione wept softly.

"No. I'm afraid not," Dumbledore tried to refrain himself from tearing.

It was odd that both professors had begun to tear. What did they have to cry about? They had each other; Ron meant nothing to them. Just that moment Harry walked in.

"What is going on here?" Harry quickly hugged his best friend.

"Harry?"

"Are you alright Hermione?"

"I want him back."

A/N: I know I haven't written in a long time! But I need my inspiration to write this chapter and I am currently experiencing a Ron and Hermione craze. So here it is I hope all of you like it and enjoy it. Summer is near and I will be writing a lot more.

AmyChris – Awww Thanks! I really missed your reviews!

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never-again8642 – Hermione did not die! Ron was taken… sorry I was really bland there.

myra3 – the end is near!

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Sabella Black-Malfoy – I think I'm going to like her after this chapter…

Piratingspiderelf – I hope he will be okay too….

I AM EOWYN – R/Hr FOREVER!

Cara – Hermione did not die…

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A/N: Why does everyone think Hermione died?