Harmione One Shots

These Dreams

Summary: The Twins have created a concoction they are calling Happy Dreams, but are all dreams really happy?

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger & NevilleLongbottomxLunaLovegood

All credit goes to Rahmota on Ao3

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Ron Weasley threw back his magnificent cloak to draw the sword of Gryffindor. Its mighty blade singing with the sheer power in Ronald's arm. He stalked forward thew wind ruffling his hair magnificently, his cloak curling around him as he prepared to free his trapped friends.

The Horcrux threw its energy tendrils out to try and ensnarl him the way it had Harry and Hermione. The two of them squirmed in its grasp trying to free themselves and failing. Ron parried several strikes with the sword perfectly. Sending the bolts of magic harmlessly into the sky. Drawing his arm back with a mighty shout he swung down with a mighty cleave, mightily sundering it asunder.

As the Horcrux shriveled and died its tendrils dropped Harry and Hermione to the ground choking and coughing.

"Gee Ron. Thanks for saving me again. I really owed you. I hope I can be as mighty as you someday." Harry managed to gasp.

Hermione picked herself off her knees to grasp Ron around the waist. Looking adoringly into his eyes she breathlessly exclaimed, "Oh Ron! I can't wait for this horrible war to be over so I can have your babies. Put your mighty seed inside me now please!" She begged.

Ron looked deeply into her golden brown eyes with his steely blue orbs and shook his head, "No can do darling. There is evil in this land. Darkness spreads its dark tendrils and only I can bring forth the light. For this land is our land and we must fight for this magnificent land or it will not be our land any more."

Harry gasped, "What a guy!" As Ron kissed Hermione and turned away. Her knees buckling as he strode away.

"Come you two we have work to do, or do you want to live forever?" He said as he apparated away.

"Wait come back Ron. We can't follow you!" Harry called out.

Hermione smiled widely, "I can find him Harry. My heart will always follow him."

Ron was standing in the middle of the great hall when Harry and Hermione finally caught up with him. He was sneering at a kneeling Snape he was holding at sword point.

"Ron that's a professor. What are you doing?" Hermione gasped as she clutched her hands over her chest.

"He is in league with the dark lord so must be dealt with. You might want to look away if you can't handle this."

Harry turned his head shamefully. Hermione girded herself, "To be worthy of someone as mighty as you I have to watch this."
"I knew you were made of sterner stuff." Ron grinned at her. Turning back to Snape he demanded, "Tell me where the dark lord is. Where you dark and evil dark master hides!"
Snape looked up sneering, "I'll never tell you. A weak pathetic Weasley. Someone who doesn't even know Gazpacho soup is meant to be served cold!"
Ron growled in anger, "Last chance foul dark follower of the dark lord. Tell me or die!"
"Strike me down hero. You will never win! Smite me if you dare mighty smiter!" Snape opened his arms wide and raised his face to the ceiling, a prayer to his foul master on his lips as the sword of Gryffindor separated his head from his shoulders. It rolled across the hall to the feet of Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy. YOU serve the stinking dark lord too, speak or join Snape!"
Malfoy wet himself as he fell to his knees, "Oh please, please don't hurt me. I'll do anything you ever want."