A/N: Hey I'm back with the sequal. I hope the wait is worth it. My beta and I have been working extra hard to get this done and done right. I would suggest you all go back and reread the last chapter of After Midnight. If you are a first timer than I would suggest you read After Midnight first to understand what is going on. Thank you and enjoy. NIta > >
Into the Dawn
I like the morning
Because the day is new;
Because new strength is given
Agnes Davenport Bond.
Ron had been unable to make love to her. She understood, he had been through a lot in the past five years. They had kissed, snuggled and finally fell asleep into each others arms. She awoke first and was now just looking at him, hardly able to believe it was really Ron lying next to her. She didn't know how long she had lay watching him but she knew she could lay like this forever. She kept staring at him staring slowly memorizing the changes the past five years had brought in his appearance. Her heart broke at the thought of the scars that now were scattered over his body, but she would not feel sorry for him though, that would be the last thing he would want from her. Despite all these thoughts running through her mind one thought stood out more than the others- he was home, her Ron was home. She had to touch him, just to remind herself it was real and he was truly there. She moved her hand to his cheek and closed her eyes saying a prayer of thanks for his return. When she opened her eyes again she was no longer was staring at closed lids, instead she was staring into the loving eyes of her husband.
"Hi, Hermione" Ron said with a tired growl.
"Hi, Ron," she responded and gave him a quick kiss on the nose. It had always been their way of saying good morning when they were first married.
"I'm sorry about earlier. I don't know what happened, I wish I could have. I wanted to. I really did. But..."
"Ron, you don't have to explain. I understand. Really." she said, fingers caressing his face, "Now, let's get up and go and surprise your family. I can't wait to see the look on your mum's face."
"I can't wait to see her, and dad too." Ron fixed his eyes on hers, he looked so tired and lost.
As she got up and started dressing again her mind reviewed the events of earlier that day. She looked over to see Ron slowly dressing, she noticed him trying hard not to wince as he moved his arms as he stepped into his jeans. It was in that moment she knew she would never be sorry for what she had done to Crusitux Lestrange.
She and Ron quickly reached the old weeping willow tree where Kingsley Shacklebolt and the other Aurors were waiting on them. Ron went over to talk with Shacklebolt and the others while Hermione stared at the blank lot in front of her. She was seething with anger, as she stared. Knowing that somewhere in there was a house and in that house was the man who had tortured her husband daily for five years. She looked over at the men as the continued talking and nodding to one another, if they thought she was going to stand back and do nothing as she watched them drag him off for a trial...they were wrong.
Suddenly she felt two hands pressed into her shoulders, "Are you ready for this love?" came Ron's voice.
"Yes, I think I am." Turning to face him, she looked up into his eyes, there was so much going on in those eyes. "Ron, you do know I can't promise what I will or won't do once they bring him out."
"Yes, I know, and I told Kingsley as much, too. Just please try to think before you act to rash."
"I'll try." It was all she could promise him, that she would think. But she already knew what she was going to do, she was going to put him in as much pain as he had inflicted upon her Ron.
Having dressed herself she went over to where Ron, now frustrated sat on his side of the bed. He was holding his shirt in his hands staring blankly at it. She knelt down in front of him looking up into his eyes. She could see the pain and frustration on his face, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. Reaching up she cupped his cheek in her hand, rubbing her thumb over it. "Ron, would you like some help?"
"NO!" Ron spat out more bitterly than he had intended. At his word, Hermione dropped her hand quickly from his face and scooted back from him. He could see the look of shock and hurt on her face as he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Hermione. Yes I do need your help with my shirt. I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you. I just hate that I can't do the simplest things. I couldn't even make love to you."
"So this, these tears, and all this is about you not being able to make love to me?"
"I couldn't be the man you needed me to be. I couldn't love you like you needed and needed. I don't know when I will be able to. I'll understand if you don't want me anymore." he finished dejectedly.
"Well I won't be leaving you Mr. Weasley, you can't get rid of me that easily," she said with a smile. Scooting closer to him again she came up on her knees and spoke to him. "Ron, I can't pretend to know what you are going through right now, I can't even imagine it. But all I really need is you to hold me to tell me you love me. Someday we will go back to where we were before but until then I just need you to be here by my side like you always were."
Ron looked down into her pleading brown eyes. They were pleading with him to see that she did understand. He was different inside now there were things coursing through him that had never been there before. How could he ever make things the way they were again? He would have to face that when soon but now he had other more important matters to deal with. Reaching down and tucking her curls behind her ear he asked, " So are you going to help me with this shirt or not? I've got a family I haven't seen in five years, and I'm starting to get a bit hungry. Knowing my mum she'll have quite the spread ready and waiting for your unknown guest."