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Biding My Time: Our Way	By : watchyerback Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 9795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER
SIX:

The
day before:

The
young cloaked wizard resisted the urge to tug nervously at his robes.
It would only draw attention. Instead he blew into his cold hands,
obscuring his face in the process.

Finally
he reached his destination. It was a shop for common foodstuffs and
household supplies, a mundane place he had never entered all his
life. He quickly made his way to the safety of the tall shelves at
the back of the store.

I
can’t believe I’m doing this. And for those gits! Then
again, this wasn’t really a mission of mercy, was it? He
shouldn’t fool himself. This was about survival and playing his
cards right.

He
didn’t have to wait long. A couple of minutes passed, and a
short, familiar figure carrying a mini-basket entered the store.
Whistling merrily (something the boy had never seen it do), the house
elf went along the shelves, picking items here and there.

As
soon as it was level with him, the wizard grabbed the house elf by
the neck and yanked it back into a corner.

The
house elf’s eyes bugged out as it got a good look at the narrow
face within the confines of the hooded cloak. “You!” it
squealed in fright. It squirmed and nearly got away. “Hel-!”

The
boy clamped his hand over the small figure’s mouth and gave it
a good shake. “Shut your bloody trap, Dobby! If you want to
save your precious Potter you better listen to me!”

Predictably,
the house elf stopped struggling, though its eyes still boggled in
fear.

“You
find someone from that stupid Order, do you hear? You find them and
tell them exactly what I’m going to tell you!” Draco
Malfoy, the youngest Death Eater in history, hissed. “And you
make sure they know who this comes from. If their side wins, I want
them to remember I saved their sodding golden boy and his friends. Do
you understand? Now listen.”

Early
the next morning:

Ron
was up to his elbows in soap suds and dirty plates. His cleaning
charm hadn’t gone quite the way it was supposed to. I am
such a berk. I should’ve asked Mum to let me off or traded
chores with the twins or Ginny or something.

He
couldn’t believe he was stuck in the Burrow while Harry and
Hermione were starting the search for the horcruxes. Not that he
envied a night spent in a musty library, mind you. It was purely the
company he was after.

He
easily pictured them in his head – Hermione poring over some
old thick tome, scribbling madly in the crinkly new parchment paper
she liked so much, getting more absorbed as the minutes ticked by.
Harry really trying to keep up with her but gradually getting
twitchy, tapping his quill and what-not, before finally finding some
excuse to take a break.

Ron
gave his best mate half an hour, an hour at the outside. Not that he
stood a better chance. If Ron were there, he and Harry would’ve
gotten into at least one game of wizarding chess before returning to those
books. No, when it came to books and research and sheer perseverance
and cleverness, the girl of the trio ruled hands down.

Hermione.
Since he was alone, Ron let the grin he always got these days at
the mention of her name practically take over his face. She was
maddening, that one. So smart and gutsy, because it took guts to be
the way Hermione was - a teenage girl who believed unapologetically
in the rules, who adored studying - but always breaking the rules for
her boys.

The
grin split wider as he remembered her blushing to almost Weasley-red
at that, some committee head coming up to the Head Girl and asking if
she’d let “her boys” exhibit a few Quidditch moves
for the incoming first years.

“Why
don’t you ask them?” she asked loudly, waving in obvious
embarrassment at the two Gryffindor players trailing a couple of feet
behind her. At least, it was obvious to her friends.

Ron
and Harry had traded quick conspiratorial grins.

“`Course
we will,” the redheaded Keeper affirmed, casually draping an
arm around the astonished girl’s shoulders. “Anything she
says.”

“We
always do what she says,” the famous team captain nodded
sagely, putting his arm around her, too.

“Otherwise,
she gets mad and trust me on this,” Ron told the wide-eyed
third year student, “you don’t want to get her mad at
you.”

“Definitely
not.” Harry wagged his head at the horrifying possibilities.
“She knows hundreds of curses,” he confided. He glanced
around. “From the restricted section.”

“And
she doesn’t mind using them. That’s probably how Harry’s
survived You-Know-Who for so long,” Ron mused.

“Sometimes
she tries them on us,” Harry explained helpfully. “For
practice.”

They
got away with about ten more seconds of that before the enraged
Gryffindor girl broke away and chased her friends around the grounds
with her wand drawn.

That
was a good day. Dumbledore had still been alive then, had seemed
indestructible, actually. Ron sighed. Sometimes he wondered what it
would’ve been like if he’d come to his senses earlier.

It
would’ve been nice to just enjoy Hermione’s company
without You-Know-Who looming over everything. `Course, he’d
always loomed but with Dumbledore there it felt safe, they knew
they’d be okay somehow. When Ron thought of all the time he’d
spent with Lavender, when he could’ve been taking long walks
with Hermione, sneaking into empty classrooms and ducking into
corners with her ...

There
was that grin again. If anyone had asked him earlier, Ron would’ve
probably said that snogging his best girl friend would be weird. It
had been weird – for all of two seconds – and then those
SPARKS! He could barely restrain his hands from going all over her
when they were alone. About the only thing that stopped him half the
time was the knowledge of how good Hermione was with hexes.

Heck,
if she had any idea how often he wanked with her name drumming on his
lips these days, she’d probably hex him anyway. But it’s
not like he could help it. She made him feel so - ! Like the other
day in the woods, when he couldn’t get enough of her. He had
wanted her so badly and he just couldn’t stop himself. Before
Hermione had grabbed his arms, the tips of his fingers had grazed the
underside of her ...

Okay,
not good to have these thoughts in the kitchen! You want your mum
walking in on you like this?! Determinedly, Ron went back to
washing the dishes the muggle way. He would never understand how
Harry and Hermione could do these things without going bonkers at the
sheer monotony –

Ron
stilled at the sound of someone apparating. He eased his hands out of
the sink and made sure his wand was within easy reaching distance.
Just in case.

He
was relieved when a familiar but exhausted-looking Remus Lupin walked
into the kitchen. “Professor?”

There
was no greeting, no preliminaries. Just – “Ron, I need to
speak to your parents. Where are they?”

“Outside,
sir,” he replied, wiping his hands on a nearby towel. “Should
I call them?”

Lupin
shook his head. “No. Just continue what you were doing. I need
to talk to them in private. But I will need to speak with you after,”
he said in a regretful tone. He was out the door before Ron could say
another word.

Hang
on, wasn’t Lupin supposed to join Harry and Hermione at
Grimmauld? Ron looked around quickly. Now where were those new
Extendible Ears Fred and George were showing off last night? No way
was he going to be left out of something that probably concerned his
best mate and his girl.

At
Grimmauld Place:

Harry
would never be able to explain it. Somehow he shook off the binding
spell, broke the seal on his room and made his way into the sitting
room where he and Hermione had had dinner last night. He slumped into
the couch that was still facing the fireplace.

The
mental images came fast and sharp. Him and Hermione having dinner.
Sharing a bottle of wine and joking around like good friends. Him
catching her surprised mouth in a swift kiss. Then again, her body
straining between him and armrest of the couch. And later, Hermione
pleading as he stripped her. Touched her with force and without
permission. Him!

What
have I done? Harry buried his face in his hands. It didn't matter
if he had been under some spell that had sent his blood boiling. He
had betrayed her. Betrayed Ron.

But
it was the last kiss he could not forget. That final sweet kiss
taunted him, teased him with possibilities that would never be. I
love her. He’d told her that last night, had said it in his
dreams, but now, with the pin gone, Harry knew for certain that it
was true. But that didn’t stop me from hurting her, did it?

For
the first time in his life, Harry Potter felt absolutely worthless.
He realized he had been serious about fighting Lupin and Tonks last
night. He had wanted to die. I’ve lost her. And once Ron
finds out ...

There
was a popping sound, and someone was grabbing him, hauling him to his
feet, and Harry was looking into a pair of blazing blue eyes.

“Bastard!”
Ron roared.

The
dark-haired boy found himself flying at the end of his best mate’s
fist. He felt his lip split at the impact and blood trickle down his
chin. The thought of fighting back didn’t even cross his mind.
Finally, someone was dishing out the treatment he deserved.

When
he got his breath back, he picked himself up and slowly made his way
to the friend he had betrayed.

Ron
didn’t let him down. As soon as he was within reach, the taller
boy swung again, this time catching Harry square in his gut. “What
did you DO?!” A blow accompanied each question.

“How
could you do that to her?” Ron's shove made him stumble.

“Bloody
Judas!” A familiar pain blossomed in his nose, and Harry knew
that it was broken again.

“We
said we’d protect her!” A particularly vicious blow sent
him down again.

This
time Ron didn’t event let him get up. “Do you remember
that?!” he screamed, punctuating his words with a flurry of
swift kicks to the prone boy’s stomach.

“We
said we’d never let anything happen to her again!”
Strangely, Ron sounded like he was near crying as he gave the boy who
had been his best mate the worst beating of his life. “And YOU
- !”

Dimly,
Harry sensed other people coming into the room, trying to pull the
enraged boy off of him. Clutching his stomach, he rolled and
unsteadily got to his feet. His voice was thick as he tried to speak
around the blood in his mouth. “Don’t. I deserve this
...”

A
completely cold voice brought them both to a halt. “This isn’t
about what you want.” Hermione trained her lifeless eyes to
Ron. “Or you.”

“Hermione
...” Ron lifted a hand towards her

The
girl stared at the smudges of blood on his knuckles. “We need
to wash those,” she said in the same distant voice. She looked
at the others who had arrived at the same time she had. “Professor,
Tonks, can you take ...?”

Harry
bowed his head. She can’t even say my name. Somehow, it
hurt more than all of Ron’s blows put together.

“How
did you get out?” Lupin asked in a grim tone as they escorted
Harry back to his room. The older man glanced at Tonks, but she only
shook her head. She’d been with Hermione.

“I
don’t know,” the youth answered dully. “I remember
wanting to know if she was okay, but I knew she wouldn’t want
to see me so I went downstairs.”

Behind
his back, the Auror and the former professor exchanged a significant
look. It was starting already.

I
know, short chapter, but needed this to get the plot moving. Thank
you, thank you, thank you for reviewing! I've gotten a review asking
if there's to be no triosome in this fic. I actually like trio fics
but I thought it'd be too hard to write a trio scene into this story.
Now I think there might be a way to do it (put in at least one
scene, not necessarily turn this into a trio fic) but I don't know.
It would mean making a lot
of changes. What do you guys think?

Avanell:
He's not done. :o The next couple of chapters will have more about
Harry's condition. As for Ron, as you can see he pretty much lost
it. That's mainly because he heard mostly about what Harry did
without knowing the reason why. Hermione ... well, that would be
giving to much away. ;) You'll find more out in the next few
chapters.

tabitoo:
Oh man, thanks! But surely not the best. You should see the
stories written by Tarie. I think this chapter answered your
question `bout Ron. Ginny won't be around much in this story, so you
might not see a reaction. You'll just have to read on to find out
the rest. =)

louis:
well no, not constantly, but some feedback is always nice, not to
mention always appreciated. =) Thanks, I'm glad you like it even if
you're not into the pairing. I'll check out Sycopanth hex. I'm
pretty sure this story's off bounds for ff.net.

Amira:
thank you!

TCM:
thanks! I hope you liked this chapter too.

Sammie:
Strangely enough, that was my reaction to the last kiss, too. =)
Was trying to go for something a little sweet to show what it
might've been like if Harry and Hermione came together on their own.
I've been trying to keep my updates to at least once a week but it
doesn't always work out. I wish I could update like Carter, but
that's never going to happen.

Brian:
if I answered that, I wouldn't need to write the rest. =) Nope,
it's not exactly a poison, and as you can see, it's not just the icepick either.
The whole thing will be clear by the next chapter.

Rache:
thanks! I seem to be getting a lot of readers who don't normally
like the pairings reading this story ... which is brilliant, as Ron
would say. I can't promise right now that everything will work out
so I'll just say most everything will.
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