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Chapter 8 The Rise of Dark

Ron looked on in disbelief as Harry appeared at the entrance to the maze, holding a dead Cedric in his arms.

"No, no, no," he yelled as he ran his hand through his hands.

Draco looked over at Ron and asked, "What's the matter?"

It was obvious to Ron that Draco hadn't taken in the full picture when he Ron said, "Draco, you know what this means, don't you?"

"No, I…" he began, and then the screams of the crowd made Draco realize what was going on "oh, now I do."

"This isn't good," Ron muttered under his breath.

"You'd be dead meat if any of the others heard you say that," Draco said with a small laugh, but Ron could also hear the seriousness in his voice.

"It wouldn't matter because I'm already dead," Ron groaned.

"Maybe not," Draco said, brushing his hand on Ron's shoulder. Draco then noticed Hermione eyeing them as they got down form the stands. "You better go talk to her."

"Huh?" Ron asked, not knowing what Draco was talking about. He than turned and saw Hermione. "Oh, right. See you back in the common room."

"Is what Harry's saying true?" Hermione asked as Ron stopped in front of her.

"Yes," Ron nodded, knowing he wasn't going to fool her.

"You knew?" Hermione asked with a gasp. Ron heard a hint of anger in her as well, and he couldn't blame her for that.

"No," Ron admitted honestly, "but I can't see Harry lying about something like this."

"And you're sure you didn't know?" Hermione asked him again.

Before he knew what he was doing, Ron had his hand on Hermione's shoulder and said, "I swear to you, Hermione. I had no clue."

And then without thinking, without caring who was watching them, Ron kissed Hermione's cheek.


Two days after the task, Ron walked out of the hospital wing from visiting Harry when he ran into Hermione. Whether she was trying to avoid him, Ron didn't know. They hadn't seen or spoken to each other since that night.

"Ron, we need to talk." Hermione told him.

He nodded at said, "All right."

Hermione looked around to make sure they were completely alone. Ron now knew that Hermione was at least not trying to ignore him like she had been.

"I want to apologize to you about…" Hermione to say before Ron covered her mouth and said as he shook his head, "It's okay. You were right. I can only imagine what people would say if they found out we were together. But I made my mind up when I tried asking you to the Yule Ball. I don't give a damn what they say because you're the only girl I can ever see myself being with, and…"

He hadn't noticed he had very slowly been lowering his hand from Hermione's mouth.

"Ron," Hermione said with a laugh, her hands now on her hips.

"Yeah?" he asked," looking nervously at Hermione's hand, which was getting dangerously close to his cheek.

Ron closed his eyes tight, waiting for the slap, but it never came. He opened his eyes back up as Hermione's hand landed softly on his cheek.

"Shut up," Hermione said.

Her lips crashed into his. They broke apart when they heard a crashing sound. Harry was standing at the entrance to the hospital wing, arms like he had been carrying books, which were now on the floor.

"Sorry," he apologized, bending down to pick them up. "I was just caught off guard." He wasn't looking at either Ron or Hermione at this point. Ron laughed and started helping. "I was just about to give you your books that you forgot hear, Ron."

"What? Madam Pomfrey would never…" he started as Harry laughed and replied, "Sneaking out. She's acting like I'm critically ill or something."

He cleared his throat as he and Ron stood back up.

"Harry…" Hermione began, but she stopped when Harry got a huge smile on his face.

"Well, it's about time," he said.

They all started laughing. Ron had wrapped his arms around Hermione without really thinking about it.


Ron groaned as he saw Draco waving to him as they boarded the Hogwart's Express. He had gotten enough of him in the Slytherin common room, asking him every question he could think of dealing with him, Hermione, Harry, and how things were going to change once they got home.

"I'll be right back," Ron said with as much disgust as he could. Harry nodded, but Hermione added a smile to hers. "What is it?" Ron asked Draco when he stopped in front of him.

He didn't care if Draco knew he and Hermione were together, but there was one person he didn't want knowing, and that was the Dark Lord.

"Whatever you hear this summer holiday, you can't tell them," Draco said.

Ron rolled his eyes. He didn't feel like getting another lecture.

"Do you honestly think we're going to be let in on plans?" he asked.

"Well I do… don't know," Draco admitted. For the first time, Ron finally felt like he was getting through to Draco. "I'm just saying…"

"Somehow, I think they're going to know a lot more than I will," Ron said, referring to Harry and Hermione.

"This is wrong. You know that, right," Draco asked.

Ron looked down, knowing Draco was talking about Hermione.

"I think I can decide if something is or isn't wrong for myself, Draco," he replied, looking back up.

"I know, but I thought you cared more about her, that's all," Draco said.

"Meaning?" Ron demanded.

"What do you think the Dark Lord's going to do to your precious little Mudblood when he finds out about the two of you?" Draco wondered out loud.

Ron's breathing quickened. Surly Draco wasn't going to say anything?

"He won't because you're not going to tell him," Ron said.

Draco laughed and replied, "Believe me, I won't, but that's not going to stop him finding out eventually."

Ron turned and handed back towards Harry and Hermione, feeling like he was going to be sick.


Say what you will. You all knew Ron and Hermione should have gotten together during this year. Stay tune for the fifth part to this coming soon.