Ron Weasley's Fan Fiction

A/N: Okay sorry to those I promised this chapter to earlier. :S I got a little distracted with other things going on. I hope everyone is enjoying the last few chapters of Ron's adventure! This one then one more to go!! Just a little warning for this chapter... it gets a little steamy! Hooray! It was super fun to write though. ^_^

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Ron and Hermione looked at each other, mouths wide open, despite the fact that Ron had just taken a bite of pumpkin pie. Harry and Ginny stopped eating as well.

"Er.. sure Professor Dumbledore," Hermione answered, as she put down her fork. The two stood up and followed Dumbledore out of the Great Hall, people staring from all directions. Ron and Hermione only needed one guess as to what he wanted to talk to them about. The entire way to the statue in front of the stairway to his office was silent, only broken when he spoke out the password to move the statue out of the way. Again there was silence as the three walked into his office. Dumbledore sat down behind his desk, to look at Ron and Hermione standing on the opposite side, wide eyed and worry spread about their faces.

"Sit down, please," he gestured, and they did. The old man continued, "It was come to my attention that there were a boy and girl from Gryffindor House in the Prefects' Bathroom together a few days ago. After much speculation and reports from several students and one professor, I have determined that you were those two students." Hermione's eyes started to well up with tears, and Ron gulped hard.

"It has also come to my attention that the both of you were missing from two consecutive classes the very next day. And from certain .. ahem .. evidence found by Miss Misnet, " Hermione turned bright red, but not as much as Ron, whose face was almost the same color as his hair. "I believe it is safe to rule that you two were indeed in the Gryffindor Quidditch locker room during those classes."

"Professor, please let us explain! You see--" Hermione started.

"Just a moment Miss Granger. I have also been told that you two arrived to Hogsmeade late because you were sharing a bath in the small room off the stairwell in the Gryffindor Tower. Now, to this I only have one thing to say." Hermione and Ron knew it then. They were to be expelled from the most wonderful school in the entire world - wizard or muggle. Not only that, but Ron would have to answer to his mother. "Get a bloody room!" Dumbledore said with a guffaw.

"Excuse me, sir?" Hermione said, rather confused.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you think I was going to expel you or something along those measures, Miss Granger?"

"Well, yes. At least some form of punishment."

"Not that we're complaining," Ron added. "its just that we thought what we were doing would be considered unacceptable behavior."

"Oh, don't worry Mr. Weasley. I was young and sex crazed at a time. I know exactly what you two are going through. Ahh the memories from sixth year," Dumbledore smiled, Hermione winced, and he continued. "Her name was Grace Talcot. She was a doll she was."

"Dumbledore, you old dog you!" Ron said with disgusted sarcasm.

"What, are you that surprised? I was quite a handsome dish in my day. I was always surrounded by girls, it seems."

"Well, isn't that just nice," Hermione said shakily, feeling a little uncomfortable with this conversation, and where it was going. "But is there anything else you brought us up here for?"

"I did want to put your consciences at ease about how I would handle all the rumors. Also, if you ever need any privacy, I have a room you can use."

"Oh-kay," said Ron, a little caught off guard.

"Now this is no ordinary room, mind you. It has a repelling charm on it that only I know the incantation to so that its temporarily turned off, so one may enter. It was very useful to me in my older years as a student and I've had the honor to choose a new couple every now and then to have access to it. And you happen to be the lucky two this time around. I will tell you the incantation you must give whenever you feel the need to express your feelings for one another. But don't worry, we will be the only ones to know you're using it. Just tell your teachers that you need to talk to me about the special project - you must use those exact words, mind; they set a spell that doesn't allow the teachers to ask any questions. They will also remember that you asked to see Madam Pomfrey, but not how many times or how frequent you ask."

Neither Ron nor Hermione knew how to respond to this. It was rather odd that their Headmaster was encouraging these actions. Of course, they wouldn't think about using the room for the ultimate purpose Dumbledore was implying.

"Uh, thank you Professor, sir.. I think," Ron spoke.

"It is no problem at all. Now, I will lead you to the room and give you the incantation. Oh, by the way, I change it with every new couple. And if I find out that anyone other than you two are in there, then you may be punished."

"Don't worry, sir, we won't tell anyone," Hermione assured him.

They then were led out of Dumbledore's office, and down several different corridors and flights of stairs. Ron and Hermione then suddenly felt like they should turn around. In fact, they couldn't resist turning around. Their headmaster then said, "Underwater cactus blanket," and they were able to turn back around. "Now, did you two hear those words? That is the incantation to temporarily break the repelling spell. Once you are on this side, you will be fine. But, return to the other side of the barrier, and you will be repelled until the incantation is given the next time. Understand? Once again, the words are 'underwater cactus blanket.'"

"Yes professor, we understand," Ron replied.

"All right, I'll leave you two to business then. Right at the end of this hallway you'll find the door to the room you may use. Feel free to go back to your common room whenever you wish. Good bye."

With that, Dumbledore left Ron and Hermione, where they just stood in the middle of the hall.

Hermione then spoke, "So... should we go in there?"

"Err.. I don't know, this is is all very, very odd," he responded.

"Yes it is. I suppose we might as well," Hermione said. Then after a moment of pondering, she continued. "It would be nice to be able to spend some time alone without having to worry about the others finding out." She winked at him, and put her arms around his stomach, standing right up next to him.

"You're absolutely right! I couldn't agree with you more," Ron remarked, as he put his own arms around her. He lightly pecked her on the forehead, took her hand, and led her into the room at the end of the hallway.

Meanwhile, up in the hospital wing, Draco was laying in bed while his skin was still recovering from the boils Ron and given him. Ron's eyes were easily remedied, but Draco's skin needed time. He had been sleeping for quite some time, considering that he couldn't feel pain if he was asleep. But he awoke suddenly to a bright pair of blue eyes directly over his head.

"AHH!! Cali, what are you doing?! Get away from me!" he screeched. He looked around for someone to help him out of this awkward position, but no one was to be found. "Where's Madam Pomfrey?"

"She's at the feast with the rest of the school. She asked me to keep an eye on you.. and did I ever! You know Draco, you're so adorable when you sleep!"

"Er - thanks, I guess."

"And you know what else?"

"What..."

"You're even sexier when you're awake. Its a shame you didn't win the duel, I was hoping you would. And I'm so glad I got to duel against you. The way you shout out those incantations - so deliberately - it sends chills up my spine." She moved closer to him once again. But contrary to what he thought, Draco wasn't the least bit uncomfortable with this. He was actually a little turned on. What are you doing, Draco? he scolded himself. You're a Slytherin! She's a Gryffindor! You can't be feel--"And I don't know about you," she continued. "But I definitely felt some chemistry when we shared that wonderful kiss in front of the entire school." She didn't speak for a short while, but instead was stroking her fingernail along his forehead, teasing his hairline. "Well, got anything to say?"

Draco thought for a moment, then spoke, shortly. "No." It was so simple, yet so great; because it was true, he didn't have anything to say. He lifted up his head just a little then pressed his lips against hers, and immediately started to caress her back. His skin was still burning a bit, but he didn't care. He immediately felt her tongue slip inside his mouth and play games with his own. Her fingers were tangled up in his now disheveled hair, and she put a knee on the bed to hoist herself up and next to Draco. She reached down to the bottom of his shirt and slipped her hand inside and started to slip it over his head.

"Cali-- I-- this is--ohhh" he groaned.

"MISTER MALFOY AND MISS MISNET!!" they heard a surprised Madam Pomfrey scream out. "I told you to keep your eye on him, Miss Misnet, not your face!!"

Cali quickly removed her hand and jumped off the bed, as Draco sat up in his bed and combed a hand through his matted hair. "Sorry," they both said shortly, faces completely red.

"Well, it's quite evident that you are able to go Miss Misnet," she said, and Cali left quickly, but not without a wink to Draco. "As for you Mister Malfoy, you've still got a few more hours. Your little romp has made the boils redder than they were before. Besides, they'll be ready to burst any time now, I'm sure." she said with a smirk.

Draco gulped at the thought of all the red spots exploding all over his body.

"I wonder where Ron and Hermione are," said Harry still sitting at the table with Ginny. "Dumbledore's come back already."

"Maybe they had to go pack up their things. I hope worse didn't come to worst," Ginny replied.

"Yeah. You don't think they'd be expelled just for making out though, do you?"

"Not really. That seems a little harsh. We should just ask Dumbledore about it after the feast is over."

The two shared a nice little (flirty) conversation until the end of the meal, and when everyone started to walk back to their common rooms, they went over to their Headmaster. But, rather than tell the two what Hermione and Ron were really up to, he just told them they were serving a well deserved "detention", and a little charm that made Harry and Ginny never think upon it again.

A month later, all the students were back in the Great Hall for the end of the year feast. Harry and Ginny were chatting and flirting, as usual, but not admitting to one another that they liked each other. Draco and Cali had been caught making out in a broom closet over the past months, numerous times, and were uncaringly showing their affection for each other once again right by the doors before they sat down, unable to keep their hands off the other. Everyone had already sat down and gotten settled right when Hermione and Ron came in late, as they often times did, and took their normal spots across from Ginny and Harry. Dumbledore smirked at the two and stood up to begin the ceremony.

"Students, professors, ghosts and all others of the wondrous school, as you may have noticed, the usual decorations of the winner of the House Cup are not hung around this year, but instead the enchanted ceiling is standing alone in the room. This is because we are still awaiting the announcement of the winners by the surprise guest!" Whispers spread through out the hall, echoing loud. Dumbledore raised his hand to silence everyone, then continued. "Now, I believe it is time to announce the surprise guest. To those of you who are fourth year through seventh year, you already know this wonderful wizard. And to those younger, you have the pleasure of meeting him for the first time. May I most graciously invite Remus Lupin to join me at this time!"

And as he said this, out of nowhere popped Professor Lupin, possibly the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Hogwarts has had since our friends have arrived. Cheers erupted when he apperated into the room, and Harry even stood up on the table to applaud him. After a few moments, Dumbledore again raised his hands to silence everyone.

"Remus, if you would, please."

"Of course! Now, as all of you can see, we need to find out who won the House Cup this year! And its come to my attention that you students had a little dueling tournament to up the annie a little bit, eh? Well, it is my pleasure to announce the winner!" Cheers erupted once more, but were hushed almost immediately in anticipation. "In fourth place, Ravenclaw, with 153 points." Again, the hall boomed with clapping and yelling. "In third place was Slytherin, earning 179 points." Noise arose, then disappeared. "In second place," Lupin paused for a few moments of suspense, all students on the edge of their seats. "With 215 points... Hufflepuff!" Screaming for joy of Hufflepuff being second and Gryffindor being first. "And in first place, House Cup Champions are GRYFFINDOR, RECEIVING A MASSIVE 257 POINTS!!!" Hugs were being exchanged, hats being thrown, cheers exploding all over the place, as another wonderful year for our friends in Gryffindor was complete.

After everyone had had enough to eat and the festivities were through, all the students went to pack up their things and report to the train station to hop on the Hogwarts Express. And, as usual, Hermione & Ron, and Harry & Ginny were sharing a compartment for the exciting ride back to London.