Love, Hate and, Secrets

Summary: Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger are both 17 and in their seventh year of Hogwarts. The two have matured more than ever; but when Ron under covers a secret Hermione has been keeping all her life, he will stop at nothing to help her.

A/N- I don't own…well you know what I'm going to say. When you're reading this just picture Emma and Rupert, this is my first story, be easy.

Chapter One:

Hermione Granger was sitting on her favorite chair in the Gryffindor common room; she had just finished up her one scroll of potions homework she had to do on wolfsbane and the bezoars. Harry Potter was once again at Quidditch practice and Ron Weasley was up in his dorm relaxing. This year Harry had successfully been made captain of the Gryffindor quidditch, now that Angelina Johnson had graduated, he had given, keeper, Ron the day off. Hermione had insisted they both stay in and get there homework finished, but just went off anyway.

Hermione had now dozed off on the couch, with her books still in her hands. It was only 8 PM but she had been up studying for about three hours.

(Flashback)

Eight year old Hermione came home from school looking a bit frightened about something. As she put her jacket down, she glanced at the assignment that was given back to her by her teacher. Daddy's going to be so mad, she thought to herself. Hermione went over to the settee where her dad was laying there with an empty liquor bottle in his hand. He angrily looked up at her,

'What is it?' he screamed. Hermione's small hands were now beginning to shake. She could smell the touches of alcohol from his breath as he screamed. He hastily snatched the paper out of her hands and looked at it. His eyes widened as he glanced at the mark on the paper, 'You got a C! What have I taught you, nothing?'

'Daddy-I-I'm sor--

'Shut up! He interrupted, 'it's A s you have to get and only A s!' He then picked stood up from the couch and roughly picked Hermione up by the waist and carried her to the kitchen. Hermione now had tears pouring down her face, as she struggled to get out of her father's grasp.

'No,' she whimpered, 'no, daddy please, let go of me.' His hold on her was obviously to strong for her. Her father had put the stove on to its highest. He smirked at her and took hold of her left arm and pressed it against the heater. 'Ahhhhhhhh. Nooooooo.'

(End of Flashback)

'Hermione,' someone had called, 'Hermione, wake up!' she started to stir, but then realized someone had been calling her name. She looked up at saw a handsome freckled face, with navy blue eyes. And soft strands of red hair. It was Ron.

Hermione had hot sweat coming down her face; she was still shaking in scariness. 'Mione, it was just a dream,' he said softly. Hermione looked as if she was still trying to make out who was there talking to her, she was still breathing rather heavily and was still in shock.

'R-Ron?'

'Yeah, Mione, it's me,' Ron whispered. She's even beautiful when she's in this state, he thought to himself. Hermione quickly sat up and wiped the sweat off her face, with her hand still slightly shaking. Ron had a concern look on his face, he shifted closer, but at this movement made Hermione flinch and move away. 'Bloody hell, are you ok? What were you dreaming about?'

I can't tell Ron he wouldn't understand, she thought, he won't want to be my friend anymore if I tell him about my past.

'N-Nothing,' she said, not looking him in the eye. Ron wasn't buying any of that, he continued,

'That didn't sound like nothing, come on, you know you can tell me,' he said anxiously, 'what were you dreaming about?' Ron asked again. Hermione now looked annoyed; she didn't want to get into any details from her dream.

'I just told you, nothing! Mind your own business, Ron!' Hermione practically shouted at him. She saw the pissed off look he had on his face, he stood up and shot a glare at her.

'Just tell me what you were bloody dreaming about!' Ron shot back, 'Why is that so hard?'

'What if I don't want to tell you? You don't know anything about hard, Ronald Weasley!' At that she stormed up the girl's staircase and headed up to her dormitory, not bothering to collect her books. Ron was left there looking both guilty and confused; he threw his hands up in the air, and gave a long sigh.

Damn, he thought, why can't I just tell her that I'm in love with her?

End of chapter 1. Review, please?