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Ron's War: Second Story in the Bane Saga	By : LadyofSpades Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 3982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny opens the door to the bedroom. Hermione is having a mad throwing fit. She stops. Looking up at Ginny, Hermione plops down on the bed.
“Hi, Gin. Sorry, it just- Ron infuriates me. He can be such an, Pardon my French, arse sometimes.” she says huffily. Ginny sits down on the bed next to her.

“How did things go, um, with Krum?” Ginny ask.
“It was horrible.”she pauses.
"Did you try relaxing like a told you. If you don‘t relax it can be rather painful. If you relax and go with it. It can be pleasant.”
“I tried. But when he grabbed my hips. I lost it.” she blushes.
“I like it when they grab my hips.” She got a giddy look on her face.
“Ginny. You always were The Biggest Trollop at Hogwarts.” Hermione giggled playfully.
“Oh, when they really grab, cradle,and bang you out. You feel like you're flying."Ginny hummed. Then pointedly said, "I did not come close to being the biggest trollop at Hogwarts. I tried. I really did, but Megan had me beat hands down. Or Fannies up depending on your point of view.” Hermione shook her head at Ginny.
Then she giggling and sniffles holding her hand over her mouth. Without warning Hermione's’ dark place rises out of the ashes.
“Oh, Gin there no way I could handle that...Not with Bane... I would not have held out.” She states thinking she would sob but she's too worked up to do so.
“You're stronger than you give yourself credit for Hermione.” Ginny smiles putting her arm around Hermione's shoulder. Pressing Hermione toward her shoulder and rocking her.
“Krums’ manager smokes cigars; I completely forgot about that. He lit his cigar up and I could remember everything. The paralyzing fear, his words, his smell, him, he was.” the next word caught in her throat.
“It’s alright. Just let it go.”she rubs circles in her back.
“Bane would brutalize and humiliate me. Krum was so sweet and caring. I told him, he was not wizard enough to get him upset. He obliged me with a rough bang in the arse. He has very good muscle tone. Of course being an athlete he should.” Hermione's eyes water over. Ginny get a case of the giggles.
“What?” Hermione inquiries looking down at her own hands.
“Most witches talk about how big the wizards wand was or how tight his beautiful firm arse maybe. But no, not Hermione. She has to analyze his muscle mass.”
Hermione slaps Ginny playful on the arm then her tears on the verge of falling.
“Oh, Quit it. For your information. I quite like his muscle mass.”
“Megan told me you like something else and Draco should not have got you worked up about it.”
“Ginny! Don’t repeat what the biggest slag in Hogwarts, if ever there was one, says. Also, don’t mention Malfoy in a sexual situation it makes me gag.”

“Got your mind off things, though. As for Draco in a sexual situation. An ex-lover of the Slytherin in question told me he can’t hold his wad. I don’t think he has held it long enough to whip it out of his trousers.”
“When did you hear that juicily little tid bit? I heard from some the Slytherins that he was like a greek sex god in bed.”
“Not in your third year you didn’t. I swore to secrecy so we girls could speak about it was a big Slytherin secret.”She paused
“So, what is Krum packing under his robe? And remember since Megan dropped out. I may be the biggest trollop at Hogwarts now so give me something juicier than muscle tone.”
You are such a slut. Let’s see as for his wand it’s 9 inches made of Pear at least with me.” She sets a little smile on her face. “and slightly yielding. As for his arse, it is tight, round, Muscular, and shakes slightly when he moves.”
Ginny laughs.
“How come you never contributed to the girl talk? You always sat and listened but you never contributed.” Ginny says endearingly.
“Because my personal life is not of any concern to others. Especially a group for gaggling geese that usually don’t keep their mouths shut.” she glares.
“Well, now that the chit chat is over. I have some news. I was not entirely successful in keeping my brother here. He disappeared on me. Came back in soaking wet and said he fell in the pond. It did not happen to be raining where you and Krum were?” Ginny saw as Hermione stiffened.

“He, Ron was, HE was SPYing on ME! I have a good mind to hex him into next week.” She watched as Hermione's anger rose full force.

“Now Hermione. Calm down. There is no use to fly off the handle on this. Did Ron confront Krum? Did Ron yell and scream about you going to see him?” Ginny asked looking her in the eyes.

“No, He did not,” Hermione said calming a little.

“He did not come back to the house ranting and raving. He did not even mention it. Does that sound like Ron's behavior if he had been spying on you?”

“No” she looks down at her hands obviously giving the matter deep consideration.

“He was not spying on you, Hermione. He was protecting you. Guarding you, Making sure no one hurt you.” Hermione's’ face was one of confusion she did not know what to say.

“But he just.. He... He just stood there.... While I..... While me and Krum .. just... Just.”

“Outside in the rain,” Ginny added.

“But why? Why would he?” Hermione confusion had a worried look to it. “Maybe he...He just.... Doesn’t” Ginny saw where this chain of thought was going and quickly broke it.

“I think that should be obvious. Don’t you? He cares about you more than anything.” Ginny said.

“I thought he did not want me.. After__ He would not even.” Then a thought crossed her mind. His words. His actions. Then the fact that he may have meant what he said. THAT he Loved her. She had found out she had loved him last year at school. When he hooked up with Lavender she was jealously possessive and depressed that he had not picked her. She was angry at herself that year for being a Furnunculus on Rons’ backside ; after all, she did and had hooked up with Krum. She had no right to deny him the same comfort of another partner. But she had felt betrayed anyway. She thought about how he must be feeling now. “Peachy” She said remembering Rons’ comment the next day and she started to cry.

“I think it’s time you two had a talk. Don’t you think?” Ginny asked.

“He is still in his room.”

She nods. “Thanks, Gin.”

“Not a problem Hermione. And Hermione." She turned to look at Ginny.

“Don’t hurt him, I know he’s an Arse but he’s still my brother.” Ginny
went back to fixing her hair and clothes.

Hermione slowly crept down the hall to Ron's room. She gently knocked.

“Go away!! I am not coming down to eat.” Came a muffled sound from his room. That was Ron's voice she knew it anywhere. She took the liberty of opening his door. He was sitting on his bed face down in his hands. She stood there a moment then slowly closed the door shut with her wand.

She made her way to his bed watching him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I SAID!” he turned to yell at who it was and his mouth dropped. He was gulping like a merrow trying to get oxygen back.

“O.. Hermione.. What? What are doing here?.” He managed to get out. He looked at her confused.

“I, I just wanted to say I am sorry for what.” she never could apologize right.

“Sorry for what? Hermione. If anyone should be sorry it’s me.” Ron said.

“What do you mean Ron? You have not done anything to be sorry for. I should be...” He puts his hand on her lips before she can continue.

“Hermione you deserve better better.”He inhales.” Then I can ever give you. I should not have upset you I am sorry.” He said pouting.

“What?” she was confused.

“I failed you and blown it at every turn you deserve better. Better than me. Much better than I can ever possibly come up with. I..” she stops him. Putting her hand on his chest. Starts to sit down on his lap. She looks down at him a look of worry on her face. He allows her to sit on him.

“Ron there is no one better.” She pauses searching his face as though all the answers were written in it. “If you truly believe that I really deserve the best. Then you have to accept that we deserve each other. Stop pushing away every time I get near.”

“How can you say that? After how bad I’ve let you down.” His face is full of sorrow and anger.

“What do you mean? You never let me down. If it were not for you I have never gotten this far. I” He cuts in.

“You deserve someone who would never let anyone hurt you, someone strong who can keep you safe. Someone you feel safe with, someone like Krum. Look at how many times. “his face is crestfallen even more sad then she thought it was possible to convey. He runs his hand through his red hair.

“I’ve let you get hurt.You almost killed by that bloody pipe snake, almost killed by lupin, humiliated by that slimy bug-eyed beetle-eyed twat Rita, nearly raped and killed by Dolohov, Then, Then this" his voice cracks as a tear runs down his face “with Bane, You deserve so much more. I’ve failed you so badly I don’t understand why you don’t hate me for it.” He’s head hangs and shoulder slump forward. He starts to sob his whole body shaking.

Hermione slips off Rons’ lap her hand on one cheek and then the other raising his head turning it to look her in the face.

“Ron none of that was your fault. We knew what we signed up for. As long as we side and fight by Harry we are both going to get hurt. Krum was not holding my hand when the Basilisk attacked. I was in the library trying to find out what we were fighting. Trying to save the school. Krum was not there standing beside me when Lupin turned. Lupin’s attack was not your fault or his own he could not help it. Rita Merlin knows how many people she’s cut into and ruined their life. Krum was not there sitting there in the hospital waiting for me to recover. When Dolohov had almost done me in.”

He breaks in with a sob.

“You don’t need me, Hermione. You could do things all your own. I just get in the way.”

“Krum did not come roaring in and break the door down when Bane had tore me apart. To pick me up, carry me, and put the pieces back together.”She pauses.

“As long as this war goes on there are going to be people that get hurt. We volunteered to be right in the middle of it the day we stood together. To fight for the greater good. We have chosen a side and these are dangerous times. They are taking control of the magic world here. We are going to face loss, pain, and difficulty. I want you to do what you always have and stand beside me. I would have never made it this far without you. Ron.

As for a stronger wizard, I only know of two. One of them is like a brother to me it would be like incest and I am certainly not going to hook up with You Know Who.” a smile creeps across Ron's face.
“Ron you have been very brave. You were almost killed when you played wizard chess our first year. Almost whooped to death by a willow tree trying to get to school and being a snack for Acromantula spawn even though you are terrified of them, Fighting alongside me with a broken leg, Almost lost your mind to a tentacled-brain. If it was not for Harry’s quick thinking you would of died last year of poison that was meant for Dumbledore. There is no way that we could do without you. I can’t do without you.” She plants a kiss on his lips. He grabs the back of her head deepen the kiss putting everything he has into to.

He flicks his wand locking and warding the door. Then lays her back on the bed taking off her shoes. He takes off his shoes and shirt as he climbs into the bed. When the rest of their clothes came off they would not remember it. It just happened. Ron was always loving and passionate in bed. Paying careful attention to her. The last thing to come off with him was her shirt. After they had made love for the first time he never did like uncovering what was underneath it.

There lay a silver scar that still felt dark under his touch. It was another mark of failure for him. She had gotten hurt again. It went from her breast near her heart curving to her left side down forming an S shape. He had traced it many times. It was a reminder that she could have passed that day after the ministry battle. Pomfrey had said she was very lucky she had cast a silencing spell and she had been brought to Hogwarts. Not even St. Mungos had the stores that Hogwart’s did. That Bloody Snake in the Grass. Had to thank him for that. He traced the silver curve several times.

“Ron.” She pulled his head down to hers kissing him. That was another thing that Krum had never done. He had never asked about the scar. Where she had got it. Krum did not care to know that she was almost killed fighting alongside Harry. He had never given it any attention. His hand went down the curve of her hip and thigh. He ran his hand between her legs feeling her wet folds. Caressing her tender backside.

He wanted to do something special for her but he did not know what he could give her in bed that the Bulgarian seeker had not attended to. He wanted to put all his love for her into this day. He sweeps that all away from his thoughts. All of what he could not do for her. She did not want him dwelling on them. He wanted to show her the stars. She loved him. He did not think Krum had that and it made him smile. It was her only...her he wanted right now. To not think of the face that she had been with another.

“I love you, Hermione.” He looked her in the eyes. “I wouldn’ say it if I didn’ mean it, my witch.”

Hermione shivered. She did not know what she wanted and here he was making an unconditional commitment to her. But one thing she had learned is that she loved him and that was not something she could ignore. She had watched as Misty and many others witches had piled over Krum. It was not even the superstar seeker excuse. She just did not love him. He had loved her and cared for her but she did not have that spark with him. So here it goes. He was playing attention to her breast. Her back arched as he was licking at the scar. For some reason, it alway gave her arise.

“Ron. I do love you.” He looked up from between her breast. The sweet dreamy look she loved came rushing across his face. He moved up on top of her his erection resting on the flat of her stomach. Ron kissed her passionately.

He put each elbow beside her head. “I know” he responded teasingly “I heard you the first time, back at Grimmauld Place.”

She hits him playfully in the chest.

“Ron!" Hermione burst into giggles. Curling her fingers through his ginger chest hair. She tucks herself into his chest. Then she looks up. He leans down closer. Hermione puts her hand to his cheek kissing him back with just as much furious passion as he had put into his own kiss.

Meanwhile in England

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Bane turns himself into mist and ended up on the other side of the door. Bleeding little Granger chit had removed her parents. Knowing her she probably left no room for error. They were probably of no use now though he may have some of his people double check that. He did not want to be seen outside the doors the neighborhood watch was outside at the moment. Furthermore, this house was dangerously close to Malfoy Manor in which Tom had taken up residence. His manhood swelled with the thrill of it. These were the neighborhoods that had him using the most spells. He needed to look around and get set up without Tom noticing he was here. It would just be a muggle primary school acquaintance of Granger’s. He removed some wire from the loose cables. He pulled a hangmen's noose out of his robes laying it on the counter top. He would wait until the watch was at,the latest hour, to bring in the girl. This time would be a rare occasion. He would have to worry about both magic and muggle means. He usually used magic in the muggle world and vise versa in the magical world. If he pulled this off he would prove he was the best at what he does and that would make it even more worthwhile.

Later he knocked the night watch over the head with a blackjack. Moving swiftly he approached an attached house at the end of the street. The place where his target was. She had stayed with Granger after entering Hogwarts. He was looking for people she was with then. Most muggles do not stay in touch after you been in the magical world. You have to be a friend to have one and after eleven most don’t bother trying to keep in touch with muggle friends that just drift away after a while. He had found all he needed in the storage unit Granger had used. The photo had Katie Me Bobby. He had spotted Katie on the street with her friends on summer break.

The parents were asleep he waved his wand deepening their slumber. There was a Birthday banner in the living area it looks as if a small party had taken place. He slowly went around and up the stairs where he had seen the girl earlier that night. He peeked in the room but there was no one there. He was about to sneak a peek into her parent's heads when he heard the John flush. He creeps in under the door like smoke. She was brushing her teeth. He stayed out of the mirror when he appeared. She was a pretty thing long raven colored locks a straight thin body. Eyes that were blue pools. He smiled inwardly Thinking of all the horrors and hopelessness he would soon fill them with. His manhood grew to full erection thinking of how her blue eyes will soon look filled with tears and pain. He put a handkerchief on his face as he threw the small bomb he had made of an old gobstone. The liquid hit the air as it turned into smoke she fell to the floor. He carried her to her bedroom peeling down the bed coverings. He undid her blouse pulling it down slicing into her left breast she groaned blood spilling over the sheets and bed spread. He cast a healing spell closing the cut. He then sweeps out of the house levitating her upright beside him leaning her against him. Anyone who glanced at them would think they were a couple out for a late night stroll.

He got her back to Grangers' late home and placed the girl on the floor. He stripped the girl's clothes off and wrapped the wire around her mouth. He went up the stairs hanging the noose from the top step banister and then went to Grangers’ room throwing the clothes he carried onto the floor. He went down and over to the girl breaking a capsule under her nose. She fluttered awake. Hello, my dear. Isn't Katie? She looked down at herself and put her arms around her tiny perky breast. She was too groggy to notice anything but her nudity. He picked her up with one hand from the floor. Holding her close wrapping himself around her with a flick of his wand the moonlit room lit up with one lamp near the corner leading near the highest point of the staircase. A pantry stool was there. He Kicked her legs apart. Plunging into the girls arse with one stroke setting her down on his cock.

“See Katie this is what is to be.” He made a slight breeze with his wand. The nooses shadow slid down the wall with a long path by lamp light.

“That,” he points at the stool “is your only way out. Whenever you feel like ending this. You will go over and place the noose around your neck and hang yourself. It will be the only way out.”

While he says this he has begun to raise and lower her on his long hard member. She has a look of terror and pain on her face. He holds her to him taking her over to the bottom of the stair her pathetic attempts at fighting him just making the act more exciting. Most of the furniture was gone from downstairs only the upstairs remained. He bent her over the stair rail fucking her up the arse as hard as he could. She had never done this before the act he was doing now making her bleed. He worked his frustration out on her grabbing and bruising her hips. She tried to scream through the rubber wires wrapped around her face. Grabbing behind her trying to claw at him. After a few minutes she settles into sobs and he fucks her in and out.

“Any time you want you can leave. He gestures beside him to the noose." She shakes her head.

Bane cums in her arse with a beastual grunt.

He grabs her by the hair dragging her up the stairs. Throwing her on the bed he puts his body weight on her. He takes out a knife from the robe he has on he cuts into her cheek. He begins to make small cuts on her body. She manages to grab hold of his hand pushing him away. She tries to run but the door is slammed shut in her face.

“So we want to play a bit do we.” He takes out a taser baton.

He hits her with it. She gags on the rubber wires as she twists and turns in agony. He continues his assault of her arse. He rapes her and burns into her.

It is a few hours later when she starts saying please. He vanishes the wires.
"Please, enough I’ll do it. She cried." He carried her down the stairs. Put her down by the step stool. She sobs. Reached up for the noose. Tieing it around her neck she looks at him and then jumps off hard. He watches her swing there her eyes glaze over. Too bad she broke her neck we’ll have to talk to Monique about making a less perfect noose. But now I think I will pay a visit to one of my disciples. He left Granger’s former house locking the door behind him. The night watch was tied up at the moment. Bane decided that she may want to play so he brought her along as he flew off into the moonlit sky.

Early the next morning .

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Hermione and Ron were the second to rise. Fred and George walk into the kitchen. Looking over at them as they go to get food from the piled warming charm set of plates. Buttered toast rack. Fruit bowls on the table. There is the smell of fresh muffins, bread, sausage, and bacon. Mrs. Weasley had been cooking up a storm for the past few days. Ron sits at the table eating a grapefruit. Hermione is at the counter piling a plate of up with food.

“I did not say it at Grimmauld Place.” she says softly.

“Yes, you did,” Ron replies smiling at her tenderly.

She walks with the plate setting it down in front of Ron. He sticks his fork into a pile of scrambled eggs.

“No, I did not.” She kisses him. “But I should have.”

Fred jumps up. “Mom, Mom Get in here quick I think Hermione is under a hex.”

Mrs. Weasley rushes in looking worried.

“I think she’s under the imperious.” George retorts.

Molly starts checking her eyes. Hermione has a blush across her face. So does Ron. The twins have started to chuckle.

“Alright! Fred George Study NOW!” she snaps.

“Mom we are all grown you can’t just treat us like were eleven! We own our own shop, for Grunnion sakes.”

“Study Now!” her wand hand twitchy.

The twins resign to their fate. “See you got us into trouble,” George says to Fred. “Oh, admit it. You thought it was funny.”

“You're always getting us into trouble. Fred.”

Molly wand at the ready opened the study door.

Ron looks at Hermione still a bit embarrassed.

“They shouldn’t have done that to mum. She has been worried sick as is. They took that way too far.”

“Yes, They don’t seem to know where to the draw the line most of the time. Do they?” Hermione answered back.

Hermione sighed. “We pick up Harry tomorrow. It’s going to be dangerous. Some of us will get hurt. With the ministry being overrun by spies. Our chances of getting him out without notice are slim.”

“ Voldemort will throw everything he has got at us. If we can make it a good head start before they notice maybe we have a chance.” Ron states.

“Mad Eye’s thinks it will be enough,” Hermione says.

“Mad Eye‘s hopes it will be enough. It‘s the best plan he could come up with.” Ron argues.

“I know.” Hermione places her hand on Ron’s shoulder leaning against him.

“Ron, if something happens. If we get hurt. Don’t blame yourself for it. I want you to know whatever happens it not your fault. We agreed to this. Things are going to happen. Horrible things and I want you to carry on.”

Ron turns. Her holding her against his chest.

“Don’t worry about it. I won't let anything happen to you.”

Hermione knows he means it to his very core it makes her feel warm but

“Ron these are dangerous times you may not have a choice. Even with all your power and skill.” She pauses looking into his eyes.

“But what I do know is that you will always be there beside me when it counts.” He gives her peck on the lips before his mum comes back. Fred and George rubbing their hind ends.

“Hermione I need to have a talk with you dear. Come take a walk with me out in the garden.” Mrs. Weasley does not wait for her she just goes out the back door.

Hermione exhales. “I'll be there in a minute Mrs. Weasley.” She grabs a piece of sausage off the plate. She had not even touched her food. Ron was pushing the eggs around on the plate.

She goes out the back door. Looking around she finds Mrs. Weasley is sitting in a rocker waiting.

“Come, Dear, let's get some fresh air.” She notices Ron has poked his head out the window. As they walk away he is now eating a sausage outside his plate on a garden table with his pumpkin juice in his hand. She shakes her head. He does not want her out of sight. How was she going split with him when the time came to get Harry.

“How are things with you and Ron?”

“It’s.. It. is always. complicated. We love each other but I never know where I am going to end up. If you know what I am trying to say.” She was trying to get across that everything with Ron has been on the rocks so far and although it seemed that he was committed to her. But on what level she never knew.

“I think I know what you are saying. Ron’s been more than insecure, especially around you. And that is one of the points we need to talk about Dear. You know when you're a rape victim it’s also very hard on those around you and even more so when they care for you dearly.” Hermione went into shock. She did not know that anyone told Mrs. Weasley about the incident. Mrs. Weasley continued to speak. “I should know. I ended up in the hands of a boy I had known at Hogwarts during the first battle. He was a real prat. He rubbed me the wrong way in school and thought he knew more than anyone else. He was always pestering Arthur and making a right git of himself. It really was no surprise when he joined the death eaters.” The boy she was describing was sounding a lot like someone she loved to hate. Like Malfoy. “Well, this boy was in with a raid that the Death Eaters had done. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and they had taken me and a few others. After interrogating me to no end. The boy I was speaking of had started to convince the others that I would break if they raped me. Some of them did not want to do it at first but peer pressure gave way. So the four of them did just that. It did work and they left me as a message. Arthur received it alright he decide he would kill the boy and he did. The boy had just been disarmed when he found him. Arthur Stupified the boy off the edge of the cliff that he had been forced to. Arthur had to do it. The day the boy decided to have me gang raped he had spelled his own death. Arthur would not have been able to live with himself otherwise. I have never told this to the children they do not need to know. Ron is in the same place my husband was.

I think you need to know that your not the only one suffering from this. Ron is also. Don’t be angry when I say this but I think the male suffers more than the female in his own way. He has failed to do the one thing that he is entrusted with of above all else your safety. In order to reestablish his place, they feel the need to hurt the person that did this to you. In most wizards cases they want the person to die for daring to lay hand on their witch.”

Hermione had been walking alongside her listening. She had gotten mad several times for Ron thinking that his pain was greater;and after all, he was not the one raped and abused. As she listened to Mrs. Weasley she started to understand a bit more. She had been hurt under his watch more than once. He was feeling like he failed to protect her. Every time she was hurt. She held her hand to her chest where the scar started. My witch, he said last night. He had made the leap forward. It excited and frightened her all the same. Mrs.Weasley gave her arm a squeeze. She gave her a heartfelt look. “For us we cry and feel scared and cry some more, try to stop reliving it in our minds every time some sound or smell brings it back then cry some more finally we put it behind us and move on as best we can, But the men...... they look at us and wonder why we would stay with someone who couldn’t protect them and hasn’t avenged them, while we wonder if they still want us after how we were defiled and taken from them. It's possibly the hardest thing a pair of lovers could ever face. If your love for each other can survive that it can survive anything.” Molly continued.

“Who told you?” Hermione asked.

“No one....your eyes and Rons’ told me everything, I’m not as daft as some of you may think. Which brings me to our next topic, I know Ron’s not the brightest wizard but how long do you think til he finds out about you and Krum?”

Hermione gasped in shock “How long have you known?”

“that's not the question dear, How long til Ron knows and how do you think he’ll react to it?”
“He already knows” Hermione said quietly staring down as if trying to find something in the grass.

“Really” Molly responding sounding pleasantly surprised “I had no idea he was so liberated. I’ll have to revise my estimation of that boy.”

“It's not like that, he’s not comfortable about it.....Krum was “

Molly interrupts “I’m not judging you, Dear. Morgana’s checkered Bra. While I’ve never run around on Arthur, If I was 30 years younger and had some hot Bulgarian Quidditch superstar sniffing around my unmentionables, Merlin knows I’d give it a whirl.” she says with a smile

“Missus Weasley!!!” Hermione gasped with a wicked smile. they both laugh.

“Krum was my first,” Hermione says after they regained their composer a bit “And with Ron well its......complicated”

“So you're keeping Krum around as a safety net?”

“Is that what I’m doing, I really haven’t been able to figure what I'm doing or why with either one of them.”

“Oh my dear, what your feeling is normal, your swept away by your passion for a handsome,Charming wonderful wizard, while simultaneously being driven by an odd uncontrollable attraction to addle-brained self-centered, insensitive dolt”

“Mrs. Weasley” Hermione gasped “Rons’ not addle-brained or a dolt.’

“I was referring to Krum as the dolt, Ron is my son and thus I’m allowed to be a bit predisposed in his favor,” Molly said and they both giggled.

“But you just said if you were younger you would have a go at Krum yourself” Hermione teased.

“We’re not talking about me, Dear, we’re talking about you and my son, that's a whole different Cauldron. ...and talking of bringing potions to a boil, how long do you think you have before Ron boils over ....this can’t end well, Dear, the more insecure the wizard the more possessive they tend to be. Ron’s not like Harry, Harry is very self-assured and has every right to be. Ron well ....”

“I know,” Hermione said

“Harry may be fine with Ginny tramping it up with half the men at Hogwarts, but believe me Ron will not take you with other men well.”

“You know about Ginny?” Hermione said shocked.

Molly just gave her a knowing look “Don’t let her know I know.” Molly gives Hermione a pat on the arm then heads off.

“Is there anything you don’t know?” Hermione calls to her smiling.

Molly just looks back at her and winks....Hermione's’ incident with Bane had been harsh but being raped by the likes of Malfoy and his thugs would have been much worse. If she can carry on after that so can I. She watches Molly pat Ron on the shoulder.

Molly thinks to herself there is one thing we all don’t know how we can all possibly come through the coming storm alive.
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