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"Ronald, move your hands." Hermione was furious. She and her well, the one that never would be her other half were back from destroying a Horcrux in the Chamber of Secrets.

Ron could have very well gone down there without her. Not wanting to leave the battle upstairs, but Ron insisted she should join him. Harry as much as ordered her to accompany the red-haired git when she tried to stay by her friends' side. They were inseparable for the better part of nine months. Now she was forced to be alone with Ron, and he had her on edge.

Hermione felt the clammy fingers of Ronald wrap tight around her wrist, dragging her into the shadows. Before she could hex his bollocks off, his lips were on hers, latching on to her face. Hermione gagged and shoved him back, pointing her wand at his chest.

"Ewwwww! Get the bloody hell off of me Ronald!" Hermione spat and wiped at her mouth.

"What? So, you can go and run to your Death Eater boyfriend?" Ron's eyes narrowed.

'What?" Hermione quickly feigned innocence, confusion clouded her face. How did he know about Finn? She stunned him back at the coffee shop all those months ago, when they were on the run. He left her and Harry to scramble on before showing up again, hell she almost forgot about her blond Knight all together.

Ron's eyes flashed he registered her astonishment. He was right about the Slytherin, hah, he knew it. He half guessed when he called her out on it.

"You whore," His eyes flashed in anger," You can't go around having sex with Harry and Death Eaters. Decide where your loyalties lie. You can't play both sides," Ron puffed out his chest, stalked forward. A Malfoy worthy sneer on his lips as pushed against the tip of her wand, "I should kill you now before you defect," He hissed," Kissing me should be easy for you, but no... I was never good enough. You fucking slag."

Yes, he was furious with her, always playing the prude around him never allowing him to come close to her. Her contempt palpable, he believed because he was a Weasley, he wasn't famous or rich, he was never good enough for her, and she never let him forget that.

Hermione found her wits as she ran from her once friend, he was nothing more than a jealous loathsome and very self-conscious arse hole. She saw the devil creep back in his eyes, the one she thought he shed a few months back.

"Come back Mione, you can redeem yourself," Ron shouted after her.

Hermione didn't know how fast her feet could carry her. She needed to put distance between her and Ron, how dare he confront her about Harry and Thorfinn, his nerve. He always made it perfectly clear he never regarded her as a girl let alone a romantic interest which suited her just fine.

She loved Thorfinn, she always had. His becoming a Death Eater didn't change her feelings, she was well aware it was his father's choice, not his. He and Antonin had been slack back at that coffee house, for her benefit and Harry's, they wanted Voldemort to fail if anything. It gutted her knowing she couldn't properly say goodbye. His father pulled him out of Hogwarts to join Voldemort. The thought of never seeing him again broke her heart. Outside she attempted to catch a glimpse of him in the mass of Death Eaters. With all the confusion, smoke and the silver masks, it proved to be a futile effort. She needed to make her way back upstairs, needed to find Finn. But first, first, she needed to find Harry.

Hermione ran through corridors, hearing Ron's heavy footsteps behind her, she desperately wanted to put space between them. Something evil lurked inside what was once her friend. He was a changed man when he came back to their campsite. Even after they had destroyed the locket. She couldn't shake the feeling that a darkness had settled into Ronald. She felt so uneasy around him. She...

Rough hands closed over her mouth and around her waist as she became airborne, hard muscle against her back, pulling her behind a tapestry into a hidden alcove.

Her captor flicked his wand, casting a disillusionment charm so her stalker wouldn't see them hidden.

It was pitch dark behind the wall covering, but Hermione knew who was behind her. She held her breath as steps outside the tapestry slowed, then stopped. She could hear Ron's ragged breath panting just on the other side. Close enough she could smell his breath, and hear his heart beating, or was that hers? His shadow moved away, and now the footsteps retreated down the hall as Ron searched for where he lost track of her

Her heart thudded inside her chest, the hand from her waist went up to her breast. Nails scraped her nipple through her hoody.

"Mmmm, my fair girl, long time, huh?" She heard him whisper against the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine. That voice, scent and his arms felt familiar. Finn, her Knight. She leaned back; her head supported by his sturdy upper torso. She felt tears well up behind her eyes, she missed him terribly. Daring not dream she would ever be in his arms again. If they won her Finn would be locked away forever in Azkaban. If they lost, Voldemort would either kill Harry and reign. She was fucked either way. Neither scenario brought much joy.

Thorfinn's hand slipped from her breast down the front of her jeans, finding her flesh and acknowledging his presence.

She didn't pull his hand away or protest, her arm went behind her head, looking up to her beau, their eyes met as did their mouths. That first moment as their tongues met, Thorfinn plunged his fingers inside her wet cleft. Making his woman arch her back and milk his tongue, slow fucking her with his fingers.

Hermione went over the cliff as he flicked her nub with his thumb. Her legs turned to jelly, they both tumbled down in a heap.

"I've wanted to do that since I first laid eyes on you as you retreated into the castle, my luv." He smiled as Hermione crawled in his lap.

"Finn, you can't go handing out orgasms to the enemy." Hermione smiled against his mouth, her eyes finding his blues, they changed when she gazed into them last time. Pain and mischief because he dared bring her to her peak as her stalker searched the corridors.

"You find I can and will, you climaxed beautifully, no?" He kissed her again, consuming her like a starved man.

Hermione moved to straddle him, her hands behind his head, feeling him so close after all of what seemed like an eternity of separation. She poured all her heartache into that kiss.

He, because he was a horny man, pushed his hands under her top, feeling her ribs as he went up to cup her breasts under her clothes. Shocked at how thin she had become. Her breasts, however, were bigger than he had remembered. Which was as should be expected his teenage girlfriend had grown into a full grown woman, she was even more gorgeous than he remembered, her dark brown eyes laced with pain and hardship. Their innocent romance torn by War. "I missed you terribly my fair Lady."

Thorfinn growled.

"Not as much as I missed you my dashing Knight," Hermione said in earnest.

Merlin yes, she missed his presence, the way he looked at her with heat in his eyes, the way he challenged her and his wit. She also missed those naughty moments, him taking her virginity with tender moments before his father pulled him from Hogwarts, leaving her with fond memories of their lovemaking, the way he moved inside her, bringing her to her first penetrative orgasm, not counting all those times he rocked her world with his fingers or mouth. Thinking about that made her wet for him. Hermione's hand went down to unbuckle his leather trousers.

"Don't..." Thorfinn croaked. His eyes stared at something lying beside them on the slate tiled floor. A silver mask was staring up to them, swirls and intricate patterns covering the hard truth that was his Death Eater mask.

"None of that now, I want you inside me, my Knight."

Hermione pulled his face back to look at her, her rugged cavalier had lines around his mouth his eyes were hollow and dark, his long mane chopped and cropped close to his head, but he was still Thorfinn. She would not define him by what he wanted to show her, pointing at his wretched mask. Which was just that a mask, a role he played to appease his Lord, it had nothing to do with the human, the person that loved her. Her mind was made up; anything could happen today. They could both be dead by the end of the day, and she was tired of always being the good girl.

She wanted this, not just for her but Thorfinn as well. She slanted her mouth against his, her hand going down again, fumbling with his trousers, springing Thorfinn free. She removed her jeans with a single movement of her wand, sinking down on his length, she was home, right where she should be.

"You're killing me, little Witch." Thorfinn sighed, and his head spun. He never dreamed they would go at in the middle of a fucking raging War. Having spotted her and the Weasel arguing. Ronald Weasley would never know just how close to death he was. It wasn't Thorfinn's restraint that saved him, but Hermione as she shoved the prat to the floor and bolted down the hallway. The thought to send the Killing curse crossed his mind, but he knew Hermione would never forgive him even when the Weasel just threatened her. Yes, his choice to cut her off at an alcove was paying off, as his little witch was now riding his cock like a wild Abraxan.

Done indulging in their little rendezvous, Thorfinn looked at the face of his love as she snuggled into the safety of his arms, and whispered the unimaginable, "Obliviate."

Thorfinn Rowle gently lay her down wrapped in his cloak. If he did the spell correctly, she would never remember this day. Perhaps forget him altogether. He told himself it would be better this way. Harry Potter needed her by his side to win. Even if that meant he was locked up or killed, this would save her the heartache.

Having woke up on the floor wrapped in a dark cloak. Hermione's head pounded, and she wondered at who may have rendered her unconscious. Voldemort's voice boomed, echoing through the Castle declaring a temporary truce. The black cloak pooled at her feet as she stood up. Hesitating for the briefest of moments before she rushed to find Harry.

Stunned at the sight of the wounded and dead. She stood scanning the room. Harry was safe for now, standing with a large group of the Weasley clan. Minus one Ronald Billius Weasley. The feeling still itched at her brain, she needed to find someone, but for whom she couldn't remember.

Strong hands grabbed at her arms, spinning her around. His mouth came down hard on her lips. Nausea swept over her, the room began to spin, everything grew dark as she slipped down into a hole. She felt rough hands stroking her hair. Bright lights and loud voices pulled her up from the darkness, and she opened her eyes and smiled up at Ronald Weasley.

0o0

"Antonin, what the!?" Hermione yelled as Antonin had apparated them inside her old home.

"Sssh, Granger, we need to regroup." Antonin pinched the bridge of his nose.

"But Harry!" Hermione. "No Thorfinn, he must be going mad, I need to go find Thorfinn." Hermione pulled at his arm. Before her anger kicked in again, her hand went down to her belly.

"You could have damaged my baby." Hermione placed her hand over her belly, thinking happy thoughts.

"Your baby is endangered regardless of apparating, you're wearing a dark magical ring."

"It never hurt Rollo as far as I'm aware." Morgana above this man was maddening, her baby boy was perfect regardless.

"Not saying that he is anything less than. Circumstances have changed, Weasley has gone rogue, and your ring has darkened considerably."

"How so?"

"Let's just say I have a sixth sense for trouble…. Your ex-husband hasn't been here for several days. Do you have any idea where he could have taken him?"

"No...yes, maybe..." Hermione wracked her brain. "The Forrest of Dean." She wanted to scream, punch something, Ron had taken her boy.

0o0

"Daddy Ron, I don't think mummy wants me to stay out so late in the woods." Roland scolded his dad. It was getting dark and cold and daddy Ronald looked funny at him. His eyes were wild. His hair stood out as Ron looked around frantically.

"Now where is that ruin..." Ron scratched his beard. He had Rollo tight in his grip, the master would be pleased, Rollo was special.

"So, you've brought the Guinevere and Lancelot offspring. You have done well Ronald." A voice boomed as green light illuminated a dilapidated stone structure hidden in the trees.