"So now what?"

Harry, Ron and Hermione were scattered around in Ron's room at the burrow. They were hiding out from all the chaos that had ensued downstairs.

Hermione looked from both Harry and Ron to see if they had any answers to her question. They stared blank faced back at her.

"I guess I need to find a flat." Harry said uncertainly.

"Wont you just stay at Grimmauld's?" Ron said while shoving one of the sandwiches they had smuggled upstairs.

"I could I suppose. But I don't know, wouldn't it be weird?"

"Why?" Hermione asked, as she laid her head on the back of Ron's bed, exhausted.

"So many memories and it's already been discovered by the death eaters, though we could just put more enchantment around it…" He trailed off, thinking more to himself now than anything.

Hermione seemed to be fighting a battle to not be distracted by Ron. He was lying on his bed, on his side, looking at her. He had finished his sandwich and was placing his plate on his bedside table. He winked at her and she rolled her eyes, trying to give her attention back to Harry, who sat amused watching them.

Ron slowly moved his hand to her scalp and proceeded to massaged it. She closed her eyes and her shoulders slumped. She hadn't realized how tense she had become. His fingers were wrecking havoc to her body as they released the pressure on her temples. Thoughts of where they were all going to live suddenly left her mind, along with the though that Harry sat in front of them, watching.

She moaned aloud when Ron circled his fingers behind her ears.

"Should I leave you two alone?" Harry asked, trying not to smirk.

"Oh sod off." Ron said, but he moved his hand back quickly and the top of his ears turned pink.

Hermione laughed slightly, and tried to sound normal as she approached the subject again.

"We really need to figure this out…any ideas?"

"Well, Hermione, you could live with your mum and dad, once Kingsley tracks them down, and Harry and I could just stay here at the Burrow, right?"

Harry's mind drifted off to a daydream of being able to sneak down to Ginny's room at night and the idea seemed to suit him just fine.

"I think we all need to live together." Hermione announced.

Harry had a suspicion that she had just had a daydream of being able to sneak down to Ron's room at night.

"Where?" Ron asked.

"At Grimmualds. We can always put more enchantments around but I don't think anyone will really try to get back in there."

Harry thought for a moment and he liked the idea of having a whole house to themselves. Him and Ginny wouldn't have to be quiet if he owned the house... sounded much better than sneaking into Ginny's room at the Burrow.

You're getting ahead of yourself. You're not even with her anymore.

"Yeah, 'Mione, that's a great idea. As long as we come over here and get a decent meal every now and again." Ron joked.

"If that's a crack at my cooking—" Hermione was interrupted by Ginny walking into the room chomping on an apple.

"Jeeze you think they'd be a bit nicer after they snogged. All these years I'd always just thought it was pent up sexual frustration." She sat next to Harry, sitting cross legged blue shorts—or a scrap piece of fabric, either would be an accurate description.

Sexual Frustration, Harry thought, tell me about it.

Hermione and Ron blushed, and seemed to find something every interesting in their hands and shoes.

"So, since the Big Bad Wolf is gone, what are you guys scheming about now?" Ginny asked.

"Nice muggle reference," Harry smiled at her.

"Thanks, I took Muggle Studies last year."

"Where to live." Hermione answered in a small voice.

"Oh," Ginny looked very puzzled and looked at Harry, "Aren't you going to stay here?"

Harry shrugged; he thought that was a better course of action than telling the rest to get lost and kissing her to oblivion and sharing his earlier daydream.

Yes, shrugging was good.

"And I'm considering going back to school. I would really like to finish and take the N.E.W.T.'s." This, of course, was said by Hermione.

"You're joking right?" Ron said, "Though I shouldn't be surprised."

"All the jobs I'm looking into required N.E.W.T.'s scores and—"

"Its not like you took the year off to learn how to knit! You went off and destroyed You-Know-Who! I think they'll understand."

"For Merlin's shake Ron, you can say Voldemort." Hermione said with a roll to her eyes.

"Never." Ron suddenly seemed emotional, "I will never say that word after what happened."

The room was silent and Ginny was curious but didn't dare ask what happened. There were many things she did not know about the trip or what happened that night when Harry had said Voldemort's name and the snatchers found them. She looked at Harry and he just rested his hand out for her to take. She took it gratefully and smiled.

Ron and Hermione were having a very serious moment, their eyes memorizing each other until finally Ron broke her gaze and motioned for her to come up on the bed with him. He moved over so that they were only touching where her head rested on his arm.

They all sat in silence for a while in the bright orange room, having nothing else to say.

Hermione finally turned toward Ron and took his other hand in hers. "I'm not going back to school."

"You're not?" Ron whispered back to her, secretly relieved.

She shook her head and snuggled into him. "Hermione…are you sure about that? Why don't you want to go back?" He had a feeling that the reason was him, but did not want to be vain. She just shook off his answer; he had to make sure the reason wasn't him.

"Hermione, I know you. I know you want to go back. If you don't want to go back…because…of me, then you have to go. That's stupid not to go because of me. I want you to be happy. I'll be able to visit you and then when you're done putting everyone to shame with your N.E.W.T. scores we can—"

"Ssh," she put her finger on his lips. "I'm not going back."

Ron sunk his head into her hair and inhaled her vanilla scent. "I'm sorry," His grip on her hand tightened for a moment, Hermione was not puzzled by his apology, "I'm so sorry I left you." He choked on the last word.

"I know." He moved so he could look into her eyes.

"I promise I'll never leave you again." He spoke with a fierceness that no one could doubt.

"I know."

"I love you,"

"I know." His thumb was now stroking her cheek.

"You always know everything." She laughed and the tension in the moment left.

"I love you, Ron."

He gave her a half way smile and kissed her forehead. Then leaned down to kiss her gently, almost so soft she could barely feel the touch of his lips. But she did, she felt his kisses to the very core. Each one sent tingles all throughout her body. She felt him worshipping her with his lips. This was the true Ron. This was the man she loved. She gasped as the sheer sensuality and love in his kiss. Ron suddenly broke away, breathing heavily, and got to his feet.

He looked around to discover that Harry and Ginny were not in the room, and Ron liked to think it was because they had wanted to give them privacy.

However, Hermione knew it was because they had wanted privacy.

Before Ron twisted the doorknob open he stopped and turned to Hermione, "Hermione?" He suddenly seemed nervous.


"Don't laugh, but I've wanted to do this for a long time." She motioned for him to continue, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

She smiled and rolled her eyes, "Yes."

It was dinner and the houses' inhabitants lurked from their bedrooms to the dining table. It was uncommonly quiet. Every dinner had been the same. Mr. Weasley had purple circles under his bloodshot eyes. Percy never looked up from his plate. Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny all eat in an uncomfortable silence, each squeak from their forks making them jump. Mrs. Weasley would start quietly crying at a moment notice when something in her thoughts would trigger a memory. George was the worst. He looked horrible, especially when he would absent mindedly rub his finger around the hole where his ear should be. He looked so lost and so distraught that if he hadn't had his famous red hair, people wouldn't recognize him. No one tried to talk to him when they all sat down for dinner. No one dared to talk at all.

And it was obvious that everyone was thinking about one person.


Dinner at the Burrow which was once a lively and entertaining event was now haunted with nothing but a ghost of laughter in the air.

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