Hermione Granger was 21 years old. She was from a wealthy part of London where her father and mother were dental surgeons. She was a very smart young woman and had skipped a few grades. She hung out with the older kids and started doing drugs to keep her energy up and because they did it. At the moment she was in Blue Stables a rehab center. She walked into a small office, she was getting a new counselor. She knew he was new here and young. She was hoping she could use him to get out or score.

Ron Weasley knocked on the door before walking in. He was new to the field and hoped he would be able to help some people. He was nervous but excited at the same time. "Hello," he smiled charmingly.

"Hi." Hermione was in a gray track suit. She looked him up and down, he was tall and handsome. "Hermione."

"I'm Ron," he said, walking to her and holding his hand out. She was young and pretty but you could see her past in the circles under her eyes. He hoped he could take them away.

"How long have you worked here?" She shook his hand and tucked some hair behind her ear.

"I just got out of school, actually," Ron said, sitting down across from her, his grin a bit lopsided. His hair was a bit shaggy and he looked alive and out of place here.

"How much?" Hermione asked, resting her head on her hand.

"How much what?" Ron asked, still smiling at her as he crossed his leg.

"How much is it going to take to get you to get me stuff? Head, sex, anal?" Hermione listed off things.

Ron's face fell as he looked at her. "Nothing," he said like it was obvious. "I'm here to help you get off that shit, not provide it for you. If I did, I would be wasting all my hard earned money."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'll get it from someone else then."

"No you won't," Ron said, his live-loving expression gone as he frowned. "What would be the point?"

"I am only here because my parents sent me here." Hermione shifted in her chair, playing with the ends of her jacket.

"That doesn't answer my question. Where will it take you if you get some more drugs?" Ron asked flatly.

"I have a trust fund. I don't really need to do anything with my life." Hermione didn't believe that years ago but now she knew it was true.

"So you're just going to sit on your couch and do drugs while wasting your parent’s money?" Ron asked, his tone emotionless. "Wasting your life away until you kill yourself? That doesn't sound like much fun."

Hermione shifted again. "I do drug at parties not on a couch." She muttered. "They make me happy and forget."

"Forget what? I bet they don't make you happy afterwards," Ron said.

Hermione didn't say anything. She got up and walked over to the window. "What happened." She whispered softly, looking out over the parking lot.

Ron just looked at her, studying her as she looked out the window. She was really pretty and Ron had heard how smart she was, or had been. She could do so much but had fucked it up. "Want to go get coffee?" He asked. If he was here, he'd rather be eating something instead of being cooped up in an office.

Hermione looked out the window, not looking back at him. "No one knows what happened." She whispered very softly. "Yeah lets get some coffee."

"No one knows how you got into this or not one knows the things you've done?" Ron asked, standing, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Both." Hermione whispered, closing her eyes for a moment.

"I'll listen," Ron shrugged, his face softening a bit as he opened the door for her, leaning against it a bit.

"I don't trust you." Hermione walked out of the door and to the small cafe that everyone got their food from.

"Okay," Ron snorted, following behind her to get himself a coffee.

Hermione got a cup of tea and walked outside, sitting down at a table. She took a sip, closing her eyes and moaning. "So tell me about yourself Ronnie." She lifted a leg and put it on the chair.

"My name is Ron," he chuckled, slumping a bit in his chair, drinking his coffee. "I have five brothers and a bratty sister who's doing my best mate. You?"

Hermione laughed a bit. "Single, only child, Meth user." Hermione took a sip of her tea. She dropped her hand into her lap. "Are you single Ronnie?"

"Yes, Hermy," Ron said, teasing her a bit as he drank his coffee, sighing deeply as the caffeine surged through him.

Hermione stroked him thigh softly. "Aren't you lonely?"

Ron took a breath, sitting up more, gently pushing her hand off. "I have a new job to focus on, I don't have time for a relationship or anything," he said. "Why kind of things do you like, Hermione?"

"Sex, Meth, partying." Hermione laughed. Not giving him an inch. She had been hunt too much times.

"From what I've heard, you had a life before all that. What did you like then?" Ron asked, finishing his coffee and glancing inside the window at the pastries.

"Stuff." Hermione muttered. "If you won't give me meth for sex will you at least give me sex for sex?" Hermione was close and whispered in his ear. "Big John left and I'm lonely."

"I'll be your friend but not that kind of friend. I'm here to help you, not fuck you," Ron said firmly. He kissed her cheek then softly pushed her back into her seat. "Did you do any sports or read or play any instruments? I can't play shit but I played soccer all the time. Have you been keeping up with England? They're doing horrible."

"I like the Irish mostly." Hermione leaned back in her chair, writing something on a napkin and tossing it to someone. He read it and nodded. "We're doing quite well. We're in line to win the world cup."

"What was that?" Ron asked casually, tearing up a napkin as he looked at her.

"Just asking Mickey a question." Hermione said, putting her feet in his lap and leaning back. "Jealous?"

"Depends on the question," Ron said, resting his hand on her ankle, scratching his neck a bit as he looked at her. He was hoping if he relaxed and became her friend, she'd talk.

"I asked him for a fuck later." Hermione took another sip of her tea.

"Why?" Ron asked, looking into her eyes.

"Because I want a fuck." Hermione smirked a little bit that he's eyes went wide. "I asked you and was turned down so I moved on."

Ron took a breath, slumping down in his chair a bit more, resting his hands on his chest. "Why?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I want to have sex because I am horny. I'm not one for self stimulation." She stroked his thigh with her foot.

Ron's hand firmly grasped her foot to stop it. "So you're fine with just throwing yourself out there, letting any random bloke fuck you because you're bored? That's not very sexy," he said. "Just like the drugged up hookers on the corner."

Hermione hit him in the groin with her foot. "I use to be a call girl but the pay sucked." She got up and walked away. She didn't need to deal with a pompous bastard judging her.

"Oi!" Ron groaned, grabbing his crotch. He took a few deep breaths before standing with a bit of difficulty. He went after her. He wasn't going to let her just give up. He was trying to get into her mind, to make her see what she was. Hermione got to her room and walked in, laying down on her large bed. It was a very nice room, like a hotel room. Ron took a breath, knocking on the door even though he hadn't shut it. He rested his head against the doorframe, waiting.

"Mickey?"

"Nope," Ron grunted as he looked at her through the open door, his hands in his pockets.

"What do you want?" Hermione groaned as she sat up on her bed. "You won't give me drugs or sex, go away."

"It's called talking. It's what humans do, Mione. Please?" Ron sighed, just wanting to at least take a few bricks off the wall she put up around her.

Hermione’s eyes went sad when he called her Mione. "Sit down." She whispered as she turned on her side.

Ron took a breath, closing the door and sitting backwards in the chair at her desk. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to figure out how you see yourself, why you do this to yourself. But we can change the subject.... Food. I love food, how 'bout you?" He asked, smiling at her.

"I use to cook." Hermione muttered as she looked at him, resting her head on her arm.

"What kinda stuff?" Ron asked, looking truly interested, his arms on the back of the chair with his chin resting on them. "I can't really cook, but my mum can. She's amazing."

"I use to BBQ if you can believe that." Hermione muttered as she took a breath. "Dad use to have a huge pit at the house."

"Used to?" Ron asked, leaning back on her desk as he looked at her. He liked talking to her... when she wasn't kicking him.

"He got ride of it when they redid the pool." She muttered as she looked at him. "Why won't you have sex with me?"

"Because I'm trying to help you and continuing the stuff that you used to do, like having sex with random people, won't do you any good. If you think I don't want to, it's not true. You're really pretty but I have to be professional," Ron said softly.

"You sleep with me I'll answer every question you have and stop getting Math from Tony." Hermione always got what she wanted and at the moment she wanted his red head over hers.

Ron's forehead fell to the back of the chair. "No," he groaned. "Wouldn't you feel better about yourself if you didn't?"

"Nope." Hermione said as she got a file out and started doing her nails. "I gave you and offer, either take it or leave so Mickey will come in."

"Is this what you want to tell your children you were like when you were younger? Well, if you ever make it to then," Ron grumbled, running his hand through his hair.

"I don't want kids." Hermione said as she filed her nail. "I have had seven consolers in the last three months." She looked him up and down. "You're the first person I've made that offer too you know."

Ron just looked at her. He was flattered but he had a mission. "And I am saying no because I plan to stay your counselor. I am going to get you to stop all this shit, Mione, and without giving you sex," he said firmly, his forehead falling to the chair again.

"If you don't agree I'll ask for another one." Hermione smiled innocently. "Then you won't get a chance to do anything."

Ron stood up and walked to her, a hard look on his face. He stepped directly in front of her, looking straight down into her eyes. "Fine," he growled.

Hermione smirked at the look on his face. "Go shut the door and lock it." She licked her lips. The look in his eyes and the growl brought back feels but she repressed them. "I'll get naked."

Ron snorted, stepping back. "I meant fine, get another counselor. If you're not willing to help yourself, your case is hopeless," he said, frowning.

"Oh." Hermione muttered softly. She was very disappointed, she wanted him. Something about him made her want him.

Ron shrugged, turning to the door. "I'll be in the cafe eating some cake if you change your mind," he called over his shoulder.

"I won't." Hermione whispered, turning and hugging a pillow, a few tears falling.

Ron looked back at her, his stomach falling at the sight. "Why the hell not," he grumbled, falling back into the chair.

Hermione shifted, her face hidden from Ron. "If you won't take the deal please leave." Hermione whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

Ron took a deep breath, running his face over his hand. "I want to be your friend, Mione. I want to talk to you and spend time with you.... For more reasons than it's my job."

"You heard me." Hermione turned her back to him, hugging her pillow. She liked Ron, that scared the hell out of her. Something in his eyes was innocent.

Ron sighed deeply, his head resting in his hands for a moment. "Fine," he muttered, standing. He looked at her for a moment before leaving. He planned to come back in the morning, hoping she would sleep on it.

Hermione was in the sun room the next morning. She slept with Mickey after Ron left and scored some Meth from one of the other people. She was smoking a cigarette, the radio was on a soccer game, England vs. Ireland.

Ron walked to the doorway, seeing her laying with her eyes closed, a cigarette between her fingers. "Want some tea?" He asked, coffee, tea, and pastries in his hand.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone?" She whispered, keeping her eyes closed. "You didn't take the deal."

"I thought you meant just leave last night," Ron said. "I have some bear claws and a donut... wait... I ate the bear claws...." He looked into the bag. "Donuts, then."

"No." Hermione took a drag. "I didn't mean just last night." She looked into his eyes a moment. "Either take the deal or never talk to me again. It's the last time I'm offering."

"Well good, the offers were getting annoying. Now do you want the tea or not?" Ron asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Hermione got up and walked out of the room. If he wasn't going to take her deal she didn't want to deal with him anymore. She walked to her room and turned on her bedside radio to the game, taking another drag.

A few minutes later, Ron appeared at her door again, this time without any donuts. He set her coffee on the desk near the door but stayed in the doorway. "Why won't you hang out with me? It's hurting my feelings," he said.

"Either take your pants off or get out." Hermione hissed as she put the butt out and turned over.

"Why?" Ron asked more firmly.

"Because that's the offer Ronnie." Hermione opened her eyes and looked out the window before shutting them again.

"No, why do you just want sex from me? Don't you want a friend?" Ron asked incredulously.

Hermione turned to face him. "If you have sex with me I will let you take a brink or two off the wall like you want. You can be my best buddy and braid my hair for all I care. It's the price of admission." It was her way of coping and judging a man. Without it she was blind.

"Why?" Ron asked, seriously not getting it. Why would she want to continue with her old ways, fucking men for no reason and doing drugs. Doesn't she get that this is killing her? "Don't you want to at least be friends with one man who isn't after something, who isn't just interested in a fuck?"

"Because it's what I want." And how I judge you. She didn't want to give too much away at once. She was done with him if he wouldn't give her sex. She needed a good fix.

"Why do you want it?" Ron asked, getting a little pissed at this.

"No more answers without sex." Hermione turned over again. She closed her eyes and let her mind rest. She was tried and Mickey had made her rather sore last night.

"I guess the others were right about you," Ron muttered, taking his coffee and turning out of her room. When he was assigned Hermione, he was told he would probably fail, that she was hopeless. He already had another patient lined up for him. He had wanted to try hard to not fail but he wasn't going to have sex with her. For one, it would get him fired. Also, it was giving her what she wanted. That's why she was here, because what she wanted was bad.

"Walk away, just like the rest of them." Hermione muttered. She put her arms over her eyes and took a breath.

"It's not like you're giving me or anyone else a chance," Ron shot back, turning back, frowning. "This is a two person thing here. I can't just force myself on you while you push me away. That'll get us nowhere."

Hermione moved her arms. "I am willing to let you in. But I need you to do something for me." She closed her eyes and shuttered a moment. "I will give up other men, Meth and lying." She needed him to say yes to this, it was the only way she knew she could stick to no drugs or other men. "All you have to do is sleep with me. No one will know." She whispered very softly, look quite meeting his eyes.

Ron took a deep breath through his nose, his face blank as he looked at her. "How am I supposed to know you'll keep your end of the bargain? Trusting an addict is a rather stupid thing," he said, almost challenging her.

Hermione thought a moment. "I'll take a drug test every night if you want." She tried not to get her hopes up that he would agree. She needed this and thought it might just help. But she knew he'd say no because that was hope her life always went. She knew that not using would be really hard but maybe having a change at feeling safe might just be worth it.

Ron took another breath, resting his head back on the doorframe, closing his eyes for a moment. "Only once and a drug test every day," he muttered. "If I find out that you've been using or lying or sleeping with someone else, I'm gone and you're on your own. There's no point dealing with you if you won't cooperate."

"You can't just sleep with me once." Hermione muttered, playing with the blanket a little. She needed sex to help deal with the effects of not getting high anymore.

"If you're gonna say something, at least explain it," Ron said, closing her door.

"Sex helps cut the effects of coming down." Hermione looked at his feet so she didn't have to look at his face. "It's the only thing I've found that keeps me from cutting." She closed her eyes and leaned back, lighting up. “It’s the only way I don’t miss the Meth alright.”

Ron looked at her before slowly going to sit down at her desk again, rubbing his neck a bit. "If we do this... it can't all be about you," he said slowly, as if he was calculating each word. "It has to be an actual relationship.... I know you might not have ever had a real one and I know you probably aren't capable of one now but... you can at least try. I'll be risking a lot in helping you so you have to try hard with this...."

"I had a boyfriend once." Hermione said very softly, closing her eyes. "He tried to help me but my dealer killed him when he went to talk to him. He was the last person to try to help me that I let." She slowly reached out her hand for him to take. "I agree to your terms."

Ron slowly got up and sat beside her on the bed, looking down at his clasped hands for a moment before looking over at her. "You can't talk to any of your friends here. At least the ones that are giving you stuff. Like the guy who gave you Meth last night."

"Mickey." She whispered softly. Slowly she retracted her empty hand. "He shot me up after he finished with me." She slowly moved her hand to his thigh and stroked with the tips of her fingers. She felt a bit more at peace than she normally did and that scared the hell out of her.

"Finished with you?" Ron asked, finding it peculiar that she would say it like that. He took another breath before kicking off his shoes and moving farther up on the bed. He took the hand touching his thigh, kissing it softly as he looked down at her.

Hermione nodded as she interlocked their fingers. "Once he was finished with me he shot it up and left me to my high." She closed her eyes and moved her other hand to stroke his thigh again.

"Well I won't ever just be 'finished with you'," Ron said, studying her face with her eyes closed. "You have pretty skin...." He blushed.

Hermione smiled despite herself. "You have firm thighs." She moved her head and nuzzled the outside of his thigh. Just the face that she won him over, got him to do this with her make her pussy wet enough to wash a car with.

Ron groaned softly, gently pulling her up so she was face to face with him. "Not so fast," he chuckled, cupping her cheek and kissing her softly.

Hermione pulled back. "Why are you kissing me?"

"Because... I want to.... That's usually how people start things," Ron said, his brow furrowed. "Am I a bad kisser?"

"I haven't been kissed since Bobby." Hermione blushed a little. "I'm not use to think like that anymore. She shifted so she was on her knees on the bed, taking his face in her hands she kissed him softly. Ron sat up a bit, his hand moving into her hair, groaning softly. He kissed her back, letting her control this. It felt really good and he hoped this was more for her than just an escape from the Meth.

Hermione slowly undid his shirt, pushing it off his firm shoulders. She moved down and undid his belt, undoing his zipper and button with her teeth. Once he was fully nude she stripped for him, there were lines from her cutting her side on her left thigh and some marks from her shooting up but that was pretty much it. "What do you think?"

Ron's eyes raked over her as he groaned, getting harder by the moment. "You're gorgeous," he growled, reaching out to pull her close and kiss her again, stroking her skin.

Hermione pulled a condom from between her mattress and box spring. "For me to finish I need you to be rough." She muttered, stroking his forearm.

"We'll see," Ron whispered, kissing her head softly. He stroked her cheek, looking into her eyes, seeing the pain. "This isn't just a fuck for me, okay? I'm not going to hurt you."

Hermione looked down at his groin. "I've haven't had one that big in a long time." She said, not wanting to talk about the emotional pain he meant.

"Don't you worry, love. I'll take care of you," Ron smiled charmingly at her, resting his hand on her side as he stroked the side of her breast with his thumb.

Hermione laid with her arms raised over her head, wrists crossed so he could pin them with one hand. She moved her legs wide, her lips pink and engorged. "Be rough."

Ron's eyes dropped to her center, groaning deeply. He moved over her, not putting too much of his weight on her. He moved her arms to around his neck as he kissed her deeply. "Let me just try it soft, Mione. I'll go faster if you don't like it," he whispered. "Make sure to tell me if you don't, okay?"

"Please just take control." Hermione's voice was a little sharp and clearly she didn't like what he was doing. He was changing things far too fast for her. She needed him to be in total control of her right now, it was the only way she could let go.

Ron sighed, putting his head against her opening. "So much for trying to be nice," he muttered before he slowly moved into her. He paused a moment before he started moving, his face against her neck.

Hermione moaned softly into his neck. She moved her hands back up, her arms shaking. When he didn't pin them she weakly moved his hand up to cover her wrists. "Please." She whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I need you to control me, we can work on that but please." She started to cry a little, the feeling in her gut was growing but too slowly.

Ron pulled back a bit as he panted, seeing her tears. "Don't cry," he almost begged, groaning in slight frustration. He kissed her roughly before gripping her wrists and moving hard. He growled her neck as he rocked his hips.

Hermione arched hard at the feeling. She felt her body almost signing as it felt the normal feelings again. "Harder." She bit his ear a little. "Or are you not man enough?" She expected a slap but wasn't given one. She could feel herself move to the edge double of what she had been.

Ron groaned, biting down on her neck a bit as he fondled her breast. "So good," he growled, shifting her legs to hit a different angle.

Hermione groaned as she felt him thrust. She told him to stop a hundred times in her mind, told him to get off her, to leave and never come back. It was all part of the sickness she now had. She could tell his body was made for love making and loved it, his body fit against hers perfectly. "Tell me I'm a whore." Hermione whimpered. "That's I'm dirty and you're going to beat me."

Knowing she'd probably get mad at him, he just nipped at her ear as he panted into it. "You're not a whore," he groaned, his hand moving down to stroke her softly. "You're not dirty and I won't beat you." He couldn't tell her the dirty things she wanted because she would take them seriously and he couldn't do that to her.

Hermione started moving violently against him. Trying to push him off, trying to hit him, hurt him. She needed him to act like the others. She was so close to the edge and her body was frozen in this moment and wouldn't move forward. She started crying again as she bashed her pelvis against his.

Ron's eyes widened as he pulled back, almost sliding off the bed as he stumbled away from her. He looked a bit scared at her outburst but knew it was stupid to be. He should have known this would be bad for her. He slowly walked forward, unsure of what to do to help her.

Hermione slowly reached out for him and pulled him back, she forced him inside of her just as she finished coming. "Why can't you just do it like the others? I'm use to the pain."

Ron groaned her name despite herself as he came from the feeling of her coming. He was panting as he moved off of her, sitting up a bit to look at her. "I'd rather you not associate me with them. I'm trying to be different than them," he grunted. He cleaned himself off and looked at her before laying down beside her.

Hermione slowly cuddled to his chest, something she never had done since Bobby. "I don't know how to make love anymore."

Ron took a deep breath to calm down a bit. He pulled the blankets over them as he held her. He stroked her back softly and kissed her head. "I'm trying to show you," he whispered. "I'm sorry if I'm doing it wrong but I don't know much...."

Hermione kissed his jaw. "I like that you tried for me." She whispered softly, shyly looking into his eyes. "Thank you."

Ron smiled softly at her, cupping her cheek and kissing her lightly. "Can you not hit me next time?" He asked, his ears a bit red as he stroked her cheek.

Hermione nodded softly. "I wanted you to force me to stop." She admitted.

"Stop hitting me?" Ron asked, a bit confused as he traced her spine.

"You would have had to pin me fully." She whispered, shivering a little. "You can ask me 5 questions now."

"What?" Ron asked, kissing her forehead, nose, cheek, mouth, then moving to nuzzle her neck tenderly.

"Most of the men I've slept with I haven't wanted to. So they have to pin me." Hermione explained. "4 more questions."

Ron chuckled softly, kissing her neck. "I meant what to the five questions but okay.... And I always want you to want to have me make love to you. Please don't let me if you don't."

Hermione nodded slowly. "Ask your questions."

Ron rolled onto his back, one arm around her, the other hand on his chest as he thought. "Uh... what's your favorite color, what's your favorite book... do you really want to change your life and... do you like pie?" He asked with a straight face, looking back at her.

"Red, When The Wind Blows, I don't know, yes." Hermione shifted and rested her head so she could look at his face.

"You can ask me some," Ron asked, smiling at her. He liked just talking to her. He looked at her for a moment before blurting, "I like your eyes."

Hermione blushed softly. "Why did you say yes, what is your favorite way to spend an afternoon, do you like cake, what is your flat like?"

"Because you're damn sexy and I want to help you and you seem like a really nice girl and smart and all that.... Um... hanging out with my family, actually. It's always loud and fun. Cake... no shit. And my flat is... boring."

Hermione stroked the outline of his flaccid penis over the blankets. "Ask me something else."

Ron shifted on the bed, laying so his head was on her smooth stomach. "Uh... what are your parents like, love?"

Hermione stroked the back of his head softly. "I don't remember."

"What?" Ron asked, his brow furrowed as he stroked her ribs.

"I don't remember what they are like." She closed her eyes and kissed above his nipple.

"Why not?" Ron asked, kissing her stomach softly before taking herh and.

"Because I took so much Meth my memory had gaps in it." Hermione snapped a little.

"I'm sorry," Ron said quickly, kissing her hand softly to calm her down. "May I ask if they visit you or do you want to go back to the food questions?"

"They send me a card once a week." She muttered.

Ron moved back upright to pull her close. He kissed her head softly, stroking her bum lightly. "I'm sorry, baby."

Hermione closed her eyes and held herself to him. "I want to get out of here."

"That's what I'm here for," Ron whispered into her thick hair. "Please let me help you, love."

"No I want to leave this place." Hermione said, looking up at here. "I've taken more Meth and had more sex in the months I've been here than the last year."

Ron cupped her cheek. "You want to be transferred, sweetheart?" He asked. "I want you to be in a healthy place."

"I want to go back to my flat. I miss sleeping in my own bed at night."

"You can't leave until you're healthy again," Ron sighed, resting his forehead against hers.

"You can live with me and do all the therapy stuff and monitoring." Hermione kissed his neck softly. "Please?"

Ron took a breath, looking at her as he stroked her hair back. "I'll talk to them," he muttered. "But you have to promise that you'll actually work in it and not just think you can go back to how it used to be."

"Every time I mess up I'll give you head." She teased him.

Ron snorted, kissing her head again. "Then I hope I never get head from you.... Damn, that sounds horrible," he chuckled, kissing her neck.

Hermione laughed softly, stroking his thigh again. "I might give it to you anyway. I am damn good at it."

"Only if you want to," Ron said, smiling at the sound of her laugh. "Do you want me to go talk to them now or hold you some more?"

"I'm not talking to any of them. I'm signing a paper and not coming back." Hermione got up and started to pack.

"Mione, don't you want to do this right? I have to talk to them to be your counselor," Ron said, getting up after her. He gently put his arm around her from behind, kissing her neck.

Hermione snorted. "I'm not asking you to work here and help me. I will hire you and pay you to do it privately."

"Do you have that kind of money?" Ron asked, sliding his other arm around her when she didn't stop him.

"My trust fund has about 25 million in it." Hermione told him, leaning against his chest.

"Damn," Ron muttered into her neck as he nuzzled it, holding her close. "I still have to go talk to them. Will you wait for me?"

Hermione nodded. "I need to shower. I'll be here."

Ron turned her in his arms and kissed her forehead. "I'll be back quick," he said, smiling at her.

Hermione packed all her things and took a hot shower. She was happy about Ron coming and helping her. He has taken a hammer to the wall.

Ron got dressed and made sure he didn't look like he had just gotten sex. He went to his boss' office to talk to her. Marla Maples was sitting in her office. Ron knocked, poking his head into the open door. "May I talk to you for a second?" He asked, smiling charmingly.

"Course Ron."

Ron walked in and sat in the chair before her. "It's about Hermione," he started, looking a bit nervous. He took a breath before sitting straighter.

"What about her?" Marla asked, resting her head on her head.

"I think I've gotten through to her," Ron said. "She's opening up to me and talking and stuff. She's told me that this place doesn't help her, that she gets into more trouble here than out there. She wants to live at her own place own and maybe hire me to be her counselor."

"That is not an option." Marla said firmly and quickly.

"Why not?" Ron frowned. "She's only getting worse in here!"

"Hermione is very good at using people. You wouldn't last a week in the real world with her." Marla said simply.

"I think I can. And it's worth a shot. I'll bring her back here if it gets worse but she's doing horrible in here," Ron protested. "People are giving her more Meth in here than out there."

"You are fired Mr. Weasley. I will be placing a note in your file about this."

Ron's eyes widened. "Why? I'm just trying to help her!"

"You are breaking the rules." Marla said, coldly.

"By doing what?" Ron growled, leaning forward. "I'm supposed to be helping people, aren't I?"

"You may leave Mr. Weasley."

"Fuck," Ron muttered under his breath, getting up and walking out. He was pissed as he walked back to Hermione's room. He wasn't sure what he was going to do now that he didn't have a damn job because of her.

Hermione was sitting on her bed, finishing packing. She had a little bit of white power near her nose.

Ron walked in, fuming. He took one look at her and turned back. He punched the wall before walking out and just heading towards the entrance. He should have known he would fail at this.

Hermione ran after him. "What are you doing?" Hermione called after him, grabbing his arm in the stairwell.

Ron jerked his arm back. "I just got fired because of you and then you go and snort behind my back. Go fuck up your life on someone else's time," he practically yelled, turning back down the stairs.

"It was from the food you brought me this morning." Hermione started crying as she fell on the ground. "I was hungry."

Ron stopped, closing his eyes as he took a slow breath. He sat down on the stairs, his back to her as he put his head in his hands. "Sorry," he said flatly.

Hermione got up and walked to her room. She got her things and numbly walked out to where her car was, still in the same spot it had been parked three months ago. She was still crying as she got in.

Ron cursed himself all the way to her car as he followed her. He was still upset and angry but she was too fragile for him to blame. He knocked on her window after she closed the door and ran a hand through his hair.

Hermione rolled down the window. "What to yell at me for something else?"

"I'm sorry," Ron sighed, his eyes closed as he put his forehead against the top of the door. "I'm sorry I assumed something but it'll take a while for me to trust you like it'll take a while for you to trust me. I'll understand if you don't want to hire me now but if you don't, say so now so I can go find a new job at like that burger joint or something."

"Get in the car." She whispered softly.

"Thanks," Ron muttered. "Can I follow you? My cars here, too." He wanted to still help her even though he failed at his job. He had never been good at much so it wasn't a surprise to him.

Hermione nodded. "What do you drive?"

"Jeep," Ron said, pointing to one behind hers.

"It's got mud on it." Hermione looked at it. "Didn’t you have your butler wash it before you left the house?"

Ron blinked at her before laughing a bit dryly. "Funny. Lemme go get it and then we can go." Hermione drove to her flat, Ron behind her. It was a two story flat, one of the nicest in London. Ron felt even more inferior as he parked among the BMW's and the Mercedes. He sighed as he got out and looked up. "Of course," he grumbled.

"What?" Hermione asked as she grabbed her bag and walked tot he door, the doorman smiled and nodded to her, giving Ron a bit of a dirty look. Hermione hit seven when they got in the lift.

"You live in a great, expensive place with a doorman," Ron muttered, frowning a bit. "Mine is shit."

"Well you live here now don't you?"

Ron looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "I do?"

"Well I need 24 hour a day care." Hermione got off the lift and used her key to open the door to the nicest flat Ron had ever thought he'd ever see.

Ron stepped inside and his jaw dropped. "Damn," he gasped, looking around at all the expensive art and decorating. He then looked at her. "Only until you get better, I guess...."

"Would you like me to show you to one of the guest rooms or would you like to share the master suit with me?" Hermione asked, going to the kitchen and pouring each a glass of wine.

"Whatever you think is best," Ron said as he looked around. "Do you have any drugs hidden anywhere that I have to go find and get rid of?"

"In each of the bathrooms, in the loo tanks, in the fish tank with Buddy, in the cookie jar and in my bedside table." Hermione listed off the places.

Ron sighed deeply. "Where're your garbage bags?" He asked, not looking very excited.

Hermione got one out for him. "Want me to help you?" She walked him into the living room and there was a very, very, very large fish tank with a 4 foot shark in it.

"Why the hell do you have that?" Ron said, looking a bit green as he stared at it.

The tank had a bunch of smaller fish and Buddy. "He's my pet." Hermione smiled at Ron.

Ron looked at her like she was crazy. "Tell me where the stuff is and I'll get it. You can't touch any of it. I'll be making a list of rules for you in a bit, okay?"

Hermione walked over and slid the door to the filter out and pointed to three bags. "Most places have three bags." She started to clean the filters for the fish.

Ron sighed as he put the bags in the trash bag. He looked in a few other places before looking around the living room. Once he got a few others, he told her to stay in the living room and to not go anywhere else. He went to one end of the apartment to the other and cleaned it out completely of any drugs, needles, or anything else used for taking the drugs.

After Ron got ride of everything before coming back. She had cleaned her filter fully and feed the fish. She got her laptop out and ordered all her shopping needs. All her food, new clothing for Ron, and a treat for him. "I didn't leave the room." Hermione said when he came back, she was checking her email at this point.

"Can I see your email?" Ron asked, sitting beside her and holding his hands out for her laptop. He was going to monitor absolutely everything he could.

Hermione snorted, shaking her head a bit. “After I finish sorting it and reading them. None of them are drug deals.” She kind of liked he was going to be on her back about things. She knew she was pushing his buttons by not just giving over the laptop but she couldn’t just make it easy for him. The wall was still up even if there were a few cracks to it.

"That defeats the whole purpose," Ron said, putting his hand on the laptop. "Give it to me."

Hermione laughed. "You are read them all after. I want to read what happened to my friend when she went home with an actor."

"No," Ron said firmly, his face showing that he wasn't going to take her shit. "You won't be having random fucks so you don't need to be hearing about them."

Hermione kissed his cheeks. "I won't be fucking anyone but you but I have three months of news to read up on."

Ron tugged the laptop hard and successfully wrenched it from her hands because of his strength. "No." He was going to get rid of anything suspicious or bad. He was going to cut her off from anyone with the same bad habits he was trying to get rid of. He knew she'd probably throw a fit but he wasn't going to give in

"Ron it's email." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him. "What are you going to do to all my emails?”

Ron moved away from her, turning the screen from her face. He sat and read each email, deleting any that wouldn't help her. He also sent all others from the same address to the spam that he put a password on. He then closed the internet and looked at her files, deleting anything else that would harm her or anything about her past life.

"Ron what are you deleting?" Hermione asked, she was not happy he wasn't telling her what he was doing. She didn't like not being able to get into her personal email and talk to the few friends she had. "Don't take Tori, Sammy or Kelly off." She said firmly.

"And who are they?" Ron asked, his face blank as he glanced over the top of the laptop at her.

"My friends." Hermione said, stroking his hand lightly. "They are supportive."

"They don't sound like it," Ron said, not budging. He was going to do this right since he had the chance now. He was starting to care about her and wanted to be able to trust her one day.

"Ron they really are my friends." Hermione said, stroking his arm. "Please don't cut my off from the world."

"I'm not cutting you off from the world. I'm cutting you off from your world. The one you will hopefully not belong to ever again," Ron said, looking straight into her eyes. He took her hand, kissing it softly. "Maybe in a few weeks they can come over one by one and I can judge them myself."

“My friends are taking us out tonight.” Hermione read a text from her phone.

"No they're not," Ron said, immediately snatching her phone from her and pocketing it. "You just got here, you're not going out."

Hermione smacked him. "It's a restaurant not a crack horse Ron." She stood up and looked down at him. "You are expected to be showered and dressed in the new stuff I ordered for you." When the bell ring she got up and let the delivery boys in. She walked back in. "Give me my phone."

"I am expected?" Ron asked incredulously, standing "You may be paying me but I am in charge, Hermione Granger. You are nowhere NEAR getting better and going out does not help you whatsoever. I don't know who these people are or what they have done or what you have done with them in the past. I don't trust you and I sure as hell don't trust them."

Hermione turned and walked over to him. "That's why I am inviting you to dinner. You can meet my three best friends. It's a very nice restaurant Ronald. There will be no drugs there.”

"Well I'll be asking them questions," Ron said, his face hard as he looked down at her. "Rude questions. If I think they're a bad influence on you, you'll stop all contact with them. Just like I expect you to have no contact at all with anyone you have fucked, done drugs with, given drugs to, or taken drugs from."

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck. She side of him was tapping into something inside of her and she loved it. "Ron I promise I won't take drugs, have sex with anyone else or deal drugs." She kissed his jaw lightly. "And do girls count?"

"Yes," Ron said a bit coldly, pushing her back gently. "Do you promise not to have any contact with the people of your past that you did those things with? I don't care if you don't do drugs with them but just hang out. You will not speak or see them ever again.'

Hermione closed her eyes. "I have slept with a lot of people Ron. I can't close my best friends out of my life for one weekend three years ago. Don't make me do that." She looked into his eyes, her brown ones full of emotion. "We haven't done anything like that in three years and Sammy and Kelly don't do drugs, Tori was clean last I knew."

Ron just picked up her laptop and took it with him to his room. If these people were bad for her, she was never going to speak to them again. He would make sure of that. She didn't know what was good for her, which is what got her in this mess.

Hermione went after him. "Can I please have my phone back?" Hermione said as civilly as she could at the moment.

"No," Ron said as he walked into the guest room. "You aren't to come in here when I'm not." He said firmly, putting her laptop and phone in a drawer and closing it.

"Aren't you going to sleep with me?" Hermione asked, looking at the floor.

"Not every night," Ron said walking back out of the room, waiting for her to follow. He was slightly on edge at the moment. "Unless we make love or it's crucial."

"Oh." Hermione muttered. "I thought . . . never mind." She walked to her bedroom. It was a large room with a huge entertainment center, a large bed, couch and a wall full of books, a personal computer and her home phone. It also had a huge walk in closet. She laid on her bed and looked up. She had thought Ron would want to sleep with her but of course he didn't. She felt a bit foolish.

Ron took a breath before shutting his door and following her. He knew it would take a while for him to get full control and to be able to fully heal her. He knew there would be many times when she pissed him off. But he'd just have to deal with it. He wasn't sure if she had wanted him to sleep with her every night but decided maybe it would be something for them to do once she progressed. He wanted to but had to stay professional a little. He knocked on her door softly before walking in. Silently, he did the same thing to her desktop that he had done to her laptop.

"No." Hermione got up and stopped him. "You aren't going to take that computer away from me too." She needed at least one way or talking to her friends, shopping and other things she needed.

"After I go through it," Ron said, frowning at her. "You can have it but I'll need to monitor your uses of it for a while." He was just going to delete things and such.

"What the hell do you think I'm going to be doing on it? Going to ?" Hermione asked. She didn't mind it so much be he was being an ass about this whole thing. The fact he didn't want to sleep with her at night put her on edge.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Just relax, okay? I'm just making sure you don't have anything on here like files and shit. I'm letting you keep it here. You can't expect me not to do this kind of thing," he said, putting his hand on her side to calm her a bit.

Hermione walked to her walk in. "I had them put all your clothing I bought you in here." She told him. "It's all arranged for you. I think you were wear the black suit with the green shirt, no tie."

Ron sighed, just shaking his head a bit as he turned back to the computer. Once he was finished, her stood and stretched a bit, his shirt riding up. "Do you want to hang out for a bit before we go?" He asked, sitting on her bed.

Hermione walked out naked in heels. "What do you think of these?" She asked, trying for an innocent tone.

Ron couldn't help but let his eyes rake over her. "Fine," he groaned, turning away a bit.

"Come here." Hermione held out her hand for him.

"Why?" Ron almost squeaked, glancing at her.

"I need to make sure they make me the right height." She smiled, glancing at his lap a second. "I can't be too short or too tall next to you. Everyone is going to think you're my boyfriend."

Ron didn't say anything about that as he slowly stood, walking so he was right in front of her. "Get dressed," he said, ducking a kiss to her neck.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him there a moment. "Are you?" She whispered softly, looking into his eyes once she let him move his head up. "My boyfriend I mean."

Ron took a breath, lightly resting his hands on her sides and stroking her skin. "Not yet."

"Please?" Hermione whispered, kissing his throat. "I need you to be." She stroked the back of his neck lightly.

"I can't be," Ron said softly, bending to kiss her lightly. "Because as your counselor I have to order you around and stuff. I can't do that as a boyfriend."

"Ron yes you can. Please I'm asking you to do this for me." Hermione kissed his jaw.

"No, I can't, Mione," Ron said, cupping her cheek so he could look at her. "I have a job to do and I can't do it right if I have to worry about being a good boyfriend. You understand, right?"

"Get out then." Hermione wrapped her arms around her chest. "I can't start to trust you. You said you wanted this to be relationship and that's what I asked you for."

"Shouldn't it be a good thing that I'm waiting until I can be a proper boyfriend?" Ron asked, stepping away. "I'm just trying to help you correctly, okay?! I care about you and I'm trying to do this right."

"You said you wanted a real relationship and that's what I'm offering. If you can't do that then get out." Hermione had a few tears in her eyes. "I trusted you." She grabbed the dress she was going to wear that night and went to her bathroom.

"Dammit, Hermione," Ron grunted, running his hand through his hair. He walked to her bathroom door without getting in. "Then I can't be your damn counselor."

"I want you to be my boyfriend. That's what I need you. You can do all the same thing you were going to do before." Hermione called as she turned the shower on.

"I can't try to tell you what to do and boss you around," Ron said, getting really annoyed.

Hermione didn't answer as she took her shower. She needed him to be her boyfriend, to have that relationship with him. She didn't understand what he meant that he couldn't help her and tell her what to do. She got out of the shower and started to dry off. Ron was just sitting on her bed, not saying anything as he looked at her books blankly, waiting for her to talk.

Hermione looked like an angel when she walked out of the bathroom. Her hair and makeup was perfectly done. Her dress was a light blue color and didn't show off too much but showed enough. "You lied to me."

"What?" Ron asked as he looked over her, his eyes a bit wide. "You... you look gorgeous, love."

"You told me you wanted this to be a real relationship. I asked you for one and you said no. Therefore you lied for me." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.

Ron took a breath, putting his head in his hands for a moment. "I'm trying, okay? I don't know what to do here and I'm just trying to do what's best for you. I want this to be as healthy of a relationship as you can get which means I don't want to boss you around. That's not what a good boyfriend does."

Hermione looked down. "I need you to give me this Ron. Take my damn phone, my computer, my friends whatever but I need one person to hold on to, you have as mine." She shook a second. "I can't make it though this without that."

Ron took another breath, closing his eyes for a second. "Come here," he whispered, holding his arms out. "If we're going to do this, you have to listen to me, okay? I don't want to get into any arguments or anything, sweetheart."

Hermione sat on his knee and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I will do my best." She kissed his temple softly.

Ron held her close, shifting so she was fully in his lap. "This is going to be hard but we have to try," he whispered, laying back and holding her against him.

"Go get ready, we need to go soon." Hermione kissed him on the lips. "I want to see you in the suit.”

Ron suddenly rolled over and was on top of her, holding himself up. He kissed her tenderly. "Do we have to?" He whined. "Can't I just make some... noodles or something...."

Hermione giggled a second. "Yes we have to. Get use to it. Going out and being seen is part of my life. Sammy and I are opening a club together so we'll be there a lot."

"You can't open a club," Ron snorted, looking at her like she was crazy. "You can't have that kind of responsibility. And people do drugs in clubs. It'd be bad for you to be in that kind of environment."

Hermione looked back at him. "This has been in the works for a year. We're opening in three weeks. I'm a 51% owner." Hermione kissed him softly. "It'll be drug free."

"You and I both know that's not possible. Seriously, Hermione. You can't have that kind of responsibility yet. You're still an addict, you're only starting to recover. You have to be healthy to be able to run something like that," Ron said firmly, sitting up.

"Ron I'm not running anything." Hermione laughed softly. “Sammy and I own the club. We hired people to do the running of it. The only things we do are sign the paperwork, hire and fire people, and handle how the place looks. Our manager handles all the management stuff."

Ron was still frowning, not looking happy at all."That is still a lot of responsibility that you don't have. Being in charge of something like that when you can't even be in charge of your own life."

Hermione laughed, trying not to get mad. "Sammy is doing a lot of it too. We don't really have a lot of work to do, maybe an hour of real work a day." She kissed him softly, resting their foreheads together. "We can talk about it at dinner. Sammy is really good at this stuff Ron."

Ron shook his head a bit as he got up. "Let me go get dressed."

Hermione smiled at Ron went he walked out. The green was perfect with his hair. The suit was a perfect fit. "My God you're a handsome man." She crossed her bedroom and kissed him softly. "Do you like it?"

Ron blushed a bit but kissed her back. "I do, thank you, baby," he said, stroking her cheek. "You're beautiful in that dress, by the way."

Hermione smiled at him, stroking his jaw. "Get my phone and we can go." She turned and picked out a clutch for the evening.

"What's in the bag?" Ron asked as he walked out of the room and went to his, pocketing her phone.

"Lipstick, car keys, cigarettes." She took the phone out of his pocket. "My phone." She smiled up at him as they got on the lift.

Ron cupped her cheek as the doors closed and kissed her deeply. As he did, he plucked the phone out of her hand and put it in his jacket pocket. "Nice try, love," he winked, kissing her again.

"Why can't I have my phone?" Hermione asked as she stroked the zipper of his pants. "I am sure Sammy has been texting me."

Ron took her hand, kissing her wrist as he just held it. "Sammy will be texting me now," he said. "Just relax, I won't prank call anyone..."

"Ron give me my phone. You can check the account but I want to have a cell phone." Hermione looked into his eyes.

"Why?" Ron asked, slipping his arm around her small waist.

Hermione leaned against him. "Because I want to have it on me."

"You do," Ron said, kissing her head. "You'll always have me in tow and I'll have it. Nothing bad will happen to it or you."

"Then let me txt Sammy." Hermione held out her hand. Ron reached into his jacket and handed it to her. He looked over her shoulder as she texted.

Hermione laughed as she got off the lift, phone still in hand. "Do you want to drive?" She read Sammy's txt and laughed.

"Sure," Ron said, taking the phone from her, reading the text, then putting it back in his pocket. "Keys, please." He glanced at the doorman as they walked out.

"I need to respond to that." Hermione handed him the keys and took the phone. "Just let me keep it and you can read them later." She got into her seat and texted back that yes Ron was a hot piece of ass.

"Don't delete any of them," Ron said, frowning a bit as he turned on the car and drove out of the lot.

Hermione took his free hand as he drove. "I won't." She smiled as she looked at him. "I like you Ron. I haven't liked someone like this since Bobby."

"I like you, too," Ron smiled, kissing her hand as he drove, stroking her knuckles with his thumb.

The place was a beautiful old building, moss growing up the sides. They walked inside, the valet parked the car, hand in hand. Hermione saw Sammy sitting at a table for three. She was wearing a black dress and looked like a model, she had black hair and dark, smoky eyes. "Sammy it's so good to see you." Hermione hugged her tightly. The look on both women’s faces showed how much they had missed each other.

Sammy hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek once she pulled back. "I really missed you, Mione. I am so happy that you got out of there. Now you can actually get better," she said before looking at Ron, looking him up and down.

"Sam Wellington this is my boyfriend, Ron Weasley." Hermione smiled as she took Ron's hand again. "He's going to help me keep my bum out of rehab."

Same smiled at the man and pulled him into a hug. "Keep out girl safe." She whispered into his ear. "She's like my sister."

Ron hugged her a bit awkwardly, blushing like a true Weasley. "She'll never leave my sight," he said, pulling back a bit. "She'll be sick of me by the end of this." He smirked lightly at Hermione.

Hermione blushed as they all sat down. "Where are Tori and Kelly?"

"Well we were all getting ready at my flat. Kelly's brother called from Paris. He and Tori's sister decided to get married so they set off to be at the wedding in the morning." Sammy smirked. "They have been shagging for years and Dirk just grew a pair of balls, big enough to ask her at least." Hermione laughed as she picked up a menu. Everything here was at least 100 Pounds a plate. Ron just kind of sat there, looking between them as they talked about people he didn't know. He took her hand, knowing she'd like that. He then opened the menu and dropped it immediately.

"What's wrong?" Hermione turned her head. She liked he took her hand, that he was trying as much as she was. She saw his face was a little pale.

"These prices," Ron hissed, turning his head away from Sam as he spoke in Hermione's ear.

"I'll pay for you." Hermione whispered softly. She had forgotten that he wasn't from the rich part of town.

Ron shook his head, taking a breath as he rubbed his jaw a bit. "No, it's fine," he muttered, not wanting to be that kind of guy. His family was very proud, especially when it came to money.

"Ron let me pay for dinner." Hermione kissed his ear softly. "I lost you your job and we haven't talked about your pay from me yet." She whispered softly.

Ron sighed but just sat up again and nodded, still holding her hand. He hated it but knew he couldn't afford it. He also didn't want to embarrass her in front of her rich friend.

After they ordered wine, a 300 pound bottle for the table and their first course Hermione turned. "So Ron I believe you wanted to ask Sam questions. I think you said rude ones." Hermione knew that Sam was more than able to handle anything he did.

Ron snorted, rolling his eyes a bit as he sipped his wine. "Have you ever done drugs?" Ron asked bluntly.

Sam laughed softly. "When I was younger I was very found of pot."

"Do you do any now?" Ron asked.

"Only when I go to Amsterdam for my brother's birthday. I hate to admit it but I have a weakness for hash bownies. They don't make you very high though." Hermione and Sammy shared a small laugh.

"You won't be going," Ron said to Hermione before looking back at Sam. "Have you ever given drugs or done drugs with Hermione?"

"I never got into Meth." Sammy took a sip of her wine and patted her friend's hand. "I gave her some pills once, morphine, once when one of her boyfriends beat the hell out of her."

Ron's eyes snapped to Hermione, his expression a bit softer. "Well I've never hit a girl before... wait... my sister but she hit me first," he said.

Sammy laughed softly. "If Hermione is willing to give you a chance I will."

Hermione kissed him deeply a moment. "I know you won't hurt me." They love making came to her mind.

Ron smiled lightly as he blushed, happy that she was trusting him. He kissed her head before looking at Sam. "One more. Will you make sure no one who helped Mione with her bad habits gets around her?"

"I have been trying for a year and a half." Sammy said softly. "I'm glad to have back up to tell you the truth. Hermione blushed a little, smiling weakly.

"I am going to be very persistent. I'm not going to budge an inch," Ron said before taking her hand, kissing it softly.

"Are you fucking her Mr. Weasley?" Sammy asked innocently.

Ron's face turned beet red. "What?"

"Are you and Hermione having sex?" Sammy asked, not looking away when Hermione groaned a little.

Ron shifted in his seat, his ears burning as he glanced at Hermione then back to Sam. "We've made love once," he muttered.

Sammy laughed softly. "She's good isn't she?"

Ron frowned a bit at that, getting defensive. "You say that like it's something everyone knows or something that everyone should know," he said flatly.

Hermione kissed Ron's cheek. "Sammy and I have shared a bed a few times Ron." She tried to relax him a little.

"It's something anyone who has slept with her knows." Sammy took a bite of food with her appetizer came.

Ron didn't say anything as he just sipped his wine. He hadn't ordered an appetizer to save Hermione some money. Not that she didn't have it but he just didn't want to take advantage of her. Truthfully, it hadn't been that good. More because of what went wrong with it.

"Want a bite?" Hermione smiled, rubbing his thigh softly, trying to change his mood. "It's tuna with a fresh salsa." Ron took a breath, kissing her temple and nodding, opening his mouth for the bite. A slight smirk tugged at his mouth.

"What's that smirk for?" Hermione asked, handing him the fork.

"You're supposed to feed it to me," Ron muttered, taking the fork and the bite.

"The smirk changed my mind." Hermione laughed. "What are you having for dinner?" She asked. Sammy watched Ron carefully. She still wasn't sold on him.

"Smirks always cause trouble," Ron sighed, teasing her a bit. "Um... I was just going to get the... chicken ... it's the cheapest. What 'bout you?"

"You mustn’t get that." Sammy laughed, shaking her head a little. "You should get the aged beef. It's the most perfect thing."

"Yes Ron I think you'd like that better." Hermione said looking at the menu. "It's more food too." She didn’t want him to get something he wouldn’t like because of money. She herself was getting something that was 350 Pounds.

Ron glanced up at the two of them. "Mustn't?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Ron get the king cut steak." Hermione stroked a little higher up his thigh. "I'm getting the lamb, we can share." Sammy just smiled at him and ordered her steak when the waiter came.

Ron looked at Hermione for a moment before taking a breath. "If you say so," he muttered before ordering for him and Hermione when the waiter looked at him.

Hermione smiled proudly. "You'll like it love."

"So Hermione you're birthday is right around the corner. We must go on a trip." Sammy smiled brightly.

"So... tell me about yourself, Sam... besides your drug history since that's covered," Ron said, rubbing his neck.

"Well I have a masters in history. I am the owner of the biggest company that makes computer parts in the world; I got the company when my parents died. I am an only child. I love food and wine and art and music and cute men and woman." Sammy smiled as she finished her wine and poured more. She didn’t want to give too much away to him. She liked seeing him squirm.

Ron blinked at her for a moment. "Oh, that's nice. I think my brother works for you, then," he shrugged. "He's kinda a... loser... but he's got a hot wife...." He then glanced at Hermione, blushing. "Sorry."

"Sorry about what?" Hermione cocked her head.

Ron blushed some more, scratching his neck. "Saying she was hot in front of you," he muttered.

"Why would you be sorry about that?" Hermione asked, kissing his hand. "I don't care if you think another woman is attractive. As long as you don't act on it."

"Oh," Ron said, looking slightly confused. "I thought women didn't like that...." He shrugged before looking back at Sam. "Do you maybe know of a Percy Weasley? Kiss-ass but he's pretty smart."

"He is the new VP of research." Sammy smiled. "Cute bum."

"So Sammy where should we go for my birthday?" Hermione asked, thinking a vacation after months in rehab sounded great.

"Well there is Paris, Caro, New York, LA."

Ron snorted before sitting up a bit at that. "When's your birthday?" He asked.

"19 days." Hermione smiled. "I will be 22 years old."

Ron frowned a bit as he looked at her. "We'll see," he muttered. "I'm not sure if moving around a bunch would be good for you. You need stability."

"Ronald, Ronald, Ronald." Sammy laughed. "It's her birthday. A weekend in a lovely villa." She paused a moment and grinned. "We need to go to Italy to my new private villa."

"Is it bigger than the old one?" Hermione asked, smiling.

"Twice the size. Ron could come as long as he doesn't interrogate my staff."

Ron didn't say anything for a moment, crossing his arms. "I said we'll see," he muttered. He didn't want to just be dragged along to expensive places like some kind of charity case or something. And he didn't want them to tell him what to do, this was his job.

Hermione turned and kissed him softly. "Beautiful views, good wine, making love all day long and good food." Hermione whispered into his ear softly. "I want you inside me for my birthday."

Ron took a breath, rubbing his head a bit. "We'll see," he said for the third time. "We'll see if you can travel."

Hermione rolled her eyes as the food came. Hermione smiled as she looked at her lamb. "I have missed lamb."

"Well my dear you will be happy to know we got the permit to serve food at the club."

"That's wonderful." Hermione grinned. "Isn't that wonderful Ron?"

"Yeah," Ron muttered, not looking at her as he took a bite of his steak. "How much work does Hermione have to do for that club?" He asked Sam.

"Well John will take care of all the stuff we need someone who knows what they are doing for. Hermione and I have to sign things each month, checks and stuff. We have to go over how the place is going to look, and the food. I have samples by the way." She told Hermione who smiled and nodded. "And we have to be seen there as much as we can."

Ron snorted. "No."

"No what?" Sam asked, taking a bite of her meat.

"You can't go to a club, even if it is yours," Ron said, looking at Hermione.

"Ron you and I would go together." Hermione laughed a little nervously. "Sammy and I have a little area that is a bit away from everyone else that is for us and our guests only."

"For the record, I don't think you getting drunk would be a good idea, either," Ron said, taking a breath, frowning slightly. "We'll see. How's the lamb?" He asked to change the subject.

"I wouldn't get drunk." Hermione muttered weakly, not feeling very good at the moment. She just ate her lamb, not talking anymore. Sammy rubbed Hermione's hand a moment. She knew Ron was trying to help but he could be a little nicer in her option.

Ron took another breath, moving to kiss her head. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. He knew he was being tactless like always and felt bad.

"It's fine." Hermione finished her meal. "I'm not feeling well Sam. Call me tomorrow and we can talk about the club."

"Alright sweetheart. I got dinner. It's your present for getting out." Sammy hugged Hermione tightly. "He means well." She whispered.

Hermione smiled and nodded. She stood. "Can you take me home please?"

"Yeah, baby," Ron whispered, standing. "Thank you for dinner... I'll pay you back when I can." He put his arm around Hermione's waist, stroking her side softly.

"No you won't. It's called a gift. It's very rude to say something like that." Sammy didn't like the look on Hermione's face. She's seen it too many times before.

"I'm sorry," Ron muttered, blushing a bit, running his hand through his hair. "My mum would kill me for that. It was nice to meet you...." Hermione walked out with Ron and got in the driver’s seat of her car when it came. She started driving home, clearly fighting tears. "Mione, why don't you let me drive?" Ron said softly, feeling really bad for making her look like that. He stroked her hair back softly.

"I know I'm just a junkie to you." Hermione hissed. "But when we are out with my friends can you not say things out loud to make me feel like shit. I am not opening the club so it can be a drug place. I'm opening it so I can have something in my life that is good." She make a turn and took a deep breath. "I'm not going to go there to get drunk. I wanted to go with you so you could be in my life." A tear fell down her face.

"Pull over," Ron said, putting his hand over hers that was on the steering wheel.

"We're almost home." Hermione pushed his hand away. "I wanted you to go with me for my birthday. Because you are my boyfriend and I thought it would be nice. But all you think about is money. I have it. I will be paying you half a million Pounds a year. You will have money."

"I have never had money," Ron snapped a little, but not too harshly. "My family has never had money, Hermione. But we never wanted to take any charity, we're very proud. I don't want you to have to take care of me like that. I want to be able to support you... which I know will never happen." He shook his head, rubbing his eyes a bit. "I'm just trying to do what's best for you. I know I'm not good at this but I'm trying.... I just... I just don't like that you just tell me what you're going to do and I can't stop it. Like going to Italy for your birthday and stuff."

"What is wrong with us going to Sammy's ville for a weekend?" Hermione asked, pulling into her parking space but not getting out.

"I just think that you being in one place would be better," Ron muttered, his head in his hands.

Hermione closed her eyes. "It was going to be us, in a beautiful place, making love and enjoying good food and wine. I thought it would be a good way to repay you for saving me and having my birthday together." She looked at him. "I am paying you a hundred thousand Pounds a month because you are saving my life. It's worth it." Hermione started to cry as she got out of the car.

Ron quickly got out, going around the car to pull her into his arms. "You're worth so much more than a hundred thousand," Ron whispered, holding her close and tight.

Hermione started to cry into his chest. "Why can't you just take the money and no worry about it? I want you to be able to live with me, in my world."

"I'll never fit in, in that world," Ron whispered, cradling her head to him as he tightened his arms around her. "I'm sorry but I will never. I'll fit in with you but not your world."

Hermione held him tighter. "Eating good food, going to beautiful places for vacation and living a good life isn't something you want?"

"It is," Ron whispered, leaning back against her car. "I just don't want you to pay for everything, you know? Like you're doing my a favorite or something.... It's just how I am...."

"Then you can pay for things out of your pay." Hermione say simply.

Ron took a breath, kissing her neck. "Okay," he whispered, stroking her back. "Come on, let's go inside. I'll give you a foot rub or something."

"Sex." Hermione said as he walked inside. She got in the lift and took the clips out of her hair. "Where are you sleeping tonight?"

"With you," Ron said softly, stroking her tears away. "To make up for making you cry. I don't like making you cry." He kissed her forehead.

Hermione kissed his jaw softly. "Promise me that you're not in this for the money or sex."

"You didn't just hear the big deal I made about the money?" Ron asked incredulously, hoping to make her laugh. "And no to the sex. I'm in this to make you better."

Hermione laughed softly. "Go to my room. I have to feed Buddy."

"I'll help you," Ron said, taking her keys from her and opening the door for her, swinging it open. "I should get used to the... shark." He made a face.

Hermione laughed. "He's a good boy." Hermione got two pieces of fish from the fridge and a long stick. "Now you put the fish on the hook and dip it in the water." A second after the fish went in Buddy took the piece.

Ron jerked back as the shark snatched the fish off the pole and chomped on it. "Hell no," he said immediately.

Hermione feed him the other piece and washed her hands. "Come on lets go have sex.

"That's horrible," Ron grumbled as he walked to her room, shooting glances at the shark.

“He is just hungry." Hermione walked into her room, putting her purse on the nightstand and turning on her computer.

"Why're you getting on the computer?" Ron asked, stepping behind her.

"I want to send an email before we have sex." Hermione said loging on.

"To who?" Ron asked, bending to kiss her shoulder.

"Kelly and Tori and their siblings." Hermione typed it very quickly before Ron could read it and sent it. "Now let's make some magic." Hermione turned and kissed him.

Ron kissed her back for a moment before moving past her and quickly clicking on 'sent mail' so he could read it.

T-Kell-Dirk-Kara

Hope you have a great time. Call me when you get back. You can have a night at the club on me. Love you all.

"See nothing." Hermione muttered.

Ron turned in the chair he had slid in and pulled her down on his lap. "I'm sorry I have to do that," he whispered, kissing up her neck. "Tell me what to do to make you feel good... to make you not hit me."

Hermione moaned softly. "Tell me how much better you are than me." Hermione moaned before standing and stripping, leaving her heels on.

Ron groaned, leaning forward to kiss her stomach before sliding down on his knees, kissing his way down. He kissed her curls before kissing the marks on her thigh.

Hermione whimpered and felt back on the bed. "Come take control of me." Hermione spread her legs, torching herself. "Or I'll kick you out of my room."

"Promise me you know that I don't mean any of it. That I will never hurt you," Ron said firmly, leaning over her on the bed as he stroked her nub.

Hermione cried out. "Fine." She panted hard as he tried to pull him over her even though he was dressed.

"Let me get undressed, baby," Ron groaned, nipping at her bottom lip before pulling back. He quickly stripped before moving over her.

Hermione put her hands over her arms again, wrapping her legs around his, her heels digging into his bum a little. "Man enough for me?"

Ron growled deeply, his hips jerking. "More than and don't ever doubt it," he grunted, gripping her wrists together. He looked into her eyes as he panted before thrusting into her.

Hermione arched hard against him, whimpering at the feeling of him inside her again. "You are too damn big." She closed her eyes and panted hard. "So damn strong. I love it."

"There's no such thing as too big," Ron growled into her ear, waiting a moment for her to adjust. He started to mark her neck, his other hand holding him up. He then started to thrust in and out of her, his chest pressed down into hers.

Hermione loved that he was pinning her and still taking care of her. A mix of him controlling her and still caring for her. She moved the feeling him against her, over her. She came within the first few seconds, unable to help herself. She wished he would berate her and talk dirty but she didn't want to press her luck.

Ron groaned but just kept going. "Damn," he growled, moving harder into her through her orgasm. "Trying to finish this early, Granger?"

Hermione moved her head back, giving him access to her neck and throat. "I am seeing how long you can last." She shifted her hips, he was going as deep as humanly possible. "You won't last a half hour."

Ron sucked in a breath as he slid in farther. "No bloody way. Weasley's don't last just half an hour," Ron said, trying to make his voice a bit cold as he moved and attacked her neck.

Hermione started the rhythmically clench him and let him go as he thrust. She brushed her chest against him, forcing herself not to laugh as his little bit of chest hair ticked her nipples. "You are the sexiest man alive. I would do this everyday for the rest of time." She whispered to him.

Ron whimpered as he started to thrust faster into her, moving one of her legs to his shoulders. "Are you all talk and no walk?" He bit her ear.

"I have never felt this way about a man before." Hermione moaned softly, tears in her eyes as she came for a second time. "I have never felt loved and cared for before."

"Well you are," Ron growled, shifting his hips as he moved through her orgasm. It took a lot to keep holding on but he needed to. He kissed her neck softly at one point, his lips moving against her soft skin.

Hermione whimpered and felt herself come for a third time. She was started to get sore and it wasn't as much fun anymore. "Ron you really need to come." Hermione kissed him deeply.

At her command, Ron thrust into her and came hard, groaning her name. He was panting hard as he held himself over her, his face in her neck. "Please tell me you slipped a condom on me?"

"When would I have done that?" Hermione asked, tugging her hands free so she could put them on his shoulders.

"You're not on anything, are you?" Ron panted, cursing himself as he rolled onto his back.

"No." Hermione whispered, coving herself up a little with her arms.

Ron took a deep breath, rubbing his face a bit. He then reached for a piece of clothing and cleaned them off. He pulled her close and sighed. "Sorry," he muttered, pulling the blankets over them.

Hermione shrugged and looked down. "I'm sorry I didn't think of it." Her voice was a bit cracked.

"What do you want to do?" Ron asked softly, stroking her hair back gently. "Just... wait?"

Hermione nodded as she just looked down. "I've had an abortion before. They aren't that bad."

"No," Ron said quickly, as if that idea was ludicrous. He cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. "I could never ask that of you. I just meant wait to see if you are or not and go from there."

Hermione started to cry softly. "I've had three of them." She whispered softly. "Three different guys, one I don't remember sleeping with, one I told no and one I got high with."

Ron gently pulled her into his arms and against his chest. He stroked her back softly as he cooed to her. "Don't get one," he whispered into her hair. "If you don't want to. It's your choice, sweetheart. I'll be beside you at every turn, I promise. I promise you will always remember it when I make love to you. I promise I will always stop if you say no. I promise you will never get high again. Only off happiness." He teased weakly.

Hermione laughed as she sobbed. "I don't want to get high anymore. I would do anything to keep you Ron." She nuzzled his neck weakly, stroking his hip softly.

"And I would do anything to help and keep you," Ron whispered into her ear, his fingertips stroking her back. "Go to sleep, love. I've got you. Don't you worry about a thing."

Hermione slowly fell to sleep. A part of her, deep inside wanted her to have a baby with him. She wanted him to be the person that healed her, the one she fell in love with. She held him all night, content in his arms.

Over the next fortnight, Ron and Hermione worked together a lot. Ron did his best to help Hermione and to make sure the things she did were healthy. He was still a bit wary with everything she did but tried his hardest to have a bit more tact. They hadn't really found out more about the lack of a condom that night. Ron was a bit scared but was just going to wait until he needed to act. He wasn't sure if the hormonal change would damage her healing or would motivate her.

Hermione and Ron were curled up in her bed, he had only been sleeping with her on the nights they made love, 5 out of the 14 days. She was tracing things on his chest slowly. "Ron?"

"Hm?" Ron mumbled into her hair, his eyes closed as his hand rested on her bum.

"Today was the first day I woke up without wanting to get high." She whispered softly, still stroking his skin. "Since the day before I took my first hit."

Ron pulled back a bit to look down at her. "Really?" He smiled, stroking her cheek.

Hermione had a tear in her eye. "Yeah." She whispered, stroking her boyfriends neck softly. "Thank you Ronnie."

Ron cupped her cheek and kissed her very tenderly. "That's great, Hermione," he whispered, kissing her again. "So great. I'm very proud of you."

Hermione smiled against his lips. "Do you trust me a bit more now?" She whispered against his neck, moving over him.

Ron shifted on his back, his fingertips stroking her smooth back. "I do," he whispered, kissing her neck. "It's only been a few weeks but you've done amazing. Most people take much, much longer."

"Then this will be a lot easier. I'm . . ." Hermione heard her front door open and a moment later heard her bedroom door open. The man she was seeing before she went into rehab was sating in the door way.

Ron quickly sat up, moving Hermione behind him before pulling the blankets over his waist. "Excuse me?" He frowned.

"Well love it's good to know you found someone to keep your bed warm till I got home." Jack laughed without any trace of humor. He looked at Ron. "But seeing I am home you can leave now."

"No, you can leave now," Ron said firmly and darkly, his hand behind him on Hermione's leg.

Jack pulled out a gun, it was gold with a few jewels. "I suggest you leave or I will have to get rid of your dead body."

"Go in the bathroom," Ron whispered to Hermione, standing and pulling on some boxers, holding his hands up. He was a bit annoyed that Hermione hadn't told him about this guy so they could change the locks. But he didn't have time to worry about that now.

'Just leave Ron." Hermione whispered. She didn't want to see Ron hurt because of her. She hadn't thought Jack would come back, him telling her that might have lead to her thinking that. "Please leave."

Jack smirked. "That's my whore. Always standing up for her betters." He still had the gun pointed at Ron’s chest but his eyes were on Hermione’s bum.

Ron slowly bent, picking up his jacket and shoving it at Hermione. "Bathroom. I wanna talk to him without you interrupting like always," he snapped. Her phone was in his jacket pocket. He slowly stepped towards Jack. "Mate, you sure you still want her back?" Ron asked, looking a bit disgusted. "She's kinda lost her touch if you know what I mean. I fucked this girl last night that was a lot better."

Jack laughed. "She just needs a tune up." He watched Hermione go into the bathroom. "Look mate just leave now and I won't shot you. I just came by for the drugs I left here and a shag. I don't want her back."

"You can try to find the drugs but I think someone took 'em while she was gone," Ron rolled his eyes, rubbing his neck a bit. "One of her bitchy friends or something. Why don't you just go, she's not worth the bloody trouble." He took a small step forward.

"I had half my stock here. She'll get her God damn throat slit if I can't find them." Jack pointed the gun at Ron's head.

Hermione walked over of the bathroom. "Ron go in the bathroom." She had a large gun in her hands. It was one of Jack’s that he kept hidden in case something happened. “I have a few things to say to Jack.”

Ron stepped to Hermione, putting his hand on the gun. "Give it to me," he said firmly. He wasn't going to let her hurt or kill Jack, especially when she was doing so well and might be pregnant.

Hermione pushed Ron on the bed. "Get out and stay out Jack or the file I have goes to the cops." Hermione use to do his books. She could send him away for life.

Ron got up, snatching the gun from her but not telling her to leave. He pointed the gun at Jack's chest. He was not going to let Hermione get in trouble for shooting a guy.

Jack looked at her. "Fine." He knew Hermione knew too much and had friends that would not stop until he was dead if he killed her. "Whore." He said before leaving.

Ron set down the gun, running his hand over his face. "Who else has keys to your place?" He asked flatly.

"Tori, Kelly, Sammy, me, my parents." Hermione whispered.

"We're changing the locks," Ron said before walking out of the room and locking the door. He then put the gun in his bedroom. Hermione got into her bed and started to softly cry. She really thought that part of her life was over and it kept dragging her back in. Ron took a moment in his room to calm down, his head in his hands as he tried to think straight. Slowly, he went back to Hermione's room. Hermione's back was to the door, she was holding a small teddy bear, it had red hair and blue eyes.

"Mione?" Ron whispered, stepping to the side of the bed, stroking some of her hair away from her face.

"I bought this for our baby." She whispered very softly.

Ron closed his eyes and slowly slid into the bed behind her, pulling her against his chest. "When did you find out?" He whispered, holding her tightly.

"I took the test yesterday morning. Before Sammy and I went shopping." She whispered. "I was going to tell you before Jack came in."

"Are you happy?" Ron whispered into her neck, his hand sliding down to stroke her stomach.

Hermione turned in his arms and looked into his blue eyes. "I want to be a mother to your son." She whispered softly, kissing him.

Ron cupped her cheek and kissed her tenderly. "I promise to take care of both of you," he whispered, looking into her eyes. "I'll never leave or hurt either of you."

Hermione kissed him again. "Thank you." She whispered, stroking the back of his neck. "Will you go feed Buddy for me?"

"Yeah," Ron whispered, kissing her head. "Do you want some tea or anything?" He asked, pulling the covers over her.

"Tea sounds nice." Hermione kissed his jaw. "Maybe dinner with my parents tonight?"

"Are you sure you don't want to relax tonight?" Ron whispered, stroking her hair back.

Hermione closed her eyes and took a breath. "I don't want to hide you from them. They will like you."

"No they won't but I know you aren't hiding me," Ron said, kissing her cheek. "I just want you to be relaxed, especially after that and with the fact that you're having my baby." He couldn't help but smile brightly.

"Why don't you think my parents will like you?" Hermione asked. "They will love that you helped me and protect me."

"I'm not exactly the kind of guy they'd want for you. Especially with me being poor and all," Ron said, moving his hand to stroke her stomach again.

Hermione pushed him so hard he fell out of bed. "Of the love of Christ would you fucking stop thinking about money?"

"Oi!" Ron cried, rubbing his throbbing head. "It's not like I'm bloody saying I won't go because of that!"

"You have over 200,000 Pounds in your back account now. Would you stop saying you're poor? No one cares but you." Hermione started crying.

"Hermione, don't cry," Ron sighed, getting back up and into her bed to hold her.

Hermione pushed him, but not as hard. "They can't you forget about money?"

Ron groaned, sitting up so he could look down at her. "It's something I've always been self-conscious about, okay? I've told you that before. I'm sorry but it's not like I've dated a rich girl before," he said, rubbing his head.

"You have money now." Hermione cried into the pillow.

"I'm just not used to that," Ron said, laying back down and stroking her head. "Please calm down, sweetheart. I'm sorry."

Hermione moved her hand down and curled up a little. "Now I have cramps."

"Will you let me help?" Ron whispered, kissing her head. He hated making her cry and hoped some of it was the hormones

Hermione nodded, slowly moving into his arms. She nuzzled his neck, loving the stubble.

"If I meet your parents will you meet mine?" Ron whispered, moving his hand to her lower stomach and rubbing softly.

"Yes." She whispered softly.

"My mum will love you," Ron whispered as he rubbed slow circles on her muscles. "Do you want me to still go feed Buddy?"

"Please." Hermione whispered softly. "Two fish and one of the black things."

"We can just watch a movie tonight, okay? You can call your parents tomorrow," Ron whispered, kissing her before slipping out of the bed, tucking her under the covers

Hermione closed her eyes and slowly fell to sleep. She heard a guy come and change the locks and felt Ron coming back to bed with her. "Ron?"

"Yeah?" Ron asked, getting under the warm covers with her and holding her tightly.

"The baby loves you."

Ron smiled brightly against her neck as he stroked her back. "I love the baby," he whispered, kissing her skin. "So very much."

Hermione kissed his shoulder blade. "I think I might too."

"I care about you so much, Hermione. I will always be here for you," Ron whispered. "No matter what. You'll always be mine and I'll always be yours."

Hermione felt a few tears fall down her face. "I wanna go to Paris with you."

"For what?" Ron asked, pulling back a bit to stroke her tears away.

"To marry you." Hermione blushed.

Ron's eyes widened a bit. "What?" He whispered.

"Well one day we might get married right?" Hermione muttered, looking embarised. "I always wanted to get married in Paris."

Ron looked at her for a few moments, seeing her blush as she looked away. It scared him a bit that he wasn't opposed to the idea. "Now?" He whispered.

"It doesn't matter. Forget it."

"No, baby," Ron said, cupping her cheek. "Do you want to now?"

"Maybe." Hermione whispered softly. "I wanted to be married when Bug is born."

"Bug?" Ron asked, stroking her lips softly. "Is that what we're naming our kid? And I thought my middle name being Bilius was bad." He smiled.

"It's just a name until we know if it's a boy or girl. I want it to be Ronald Weasley JR if it's a boy."

Ron laughed softly, kissing her head. "I used to think I'd always have a boy but now I don't know. My sister was the first girl in about five hundred years but all my brothers have girls except Charlie."

Hermione kissed Ron's chest. "I want it to be healthy."

"It will be," Ron whispered, stroking her bum softly. "Healthy mother, healthy baby."

Hermione nuzzled his neck. "Did you rub Buddy's belly after you feed him?"

"Hell no," Ron said simply as he pulled her closer. "I rather like my hands, thanks."

"He wouldn't bite if you did it right." Hermione laughed softly, closing her eyes. "Want to talk a nap?"

"Versus rubbing his belly? Yeah," Ron teased before closing his eyes as he held her in his strong arms. "I like holding my two favorite people in the world."

Hermione smiled against his skin. She slowly feel back to sleep, nothing in the world was better than this moment. She was with the man she loved and carrying their child. Life was good.