A/N- So I was looking through all of my short/unfinished/mostly finished/nearly finished/nowhere near finished stories and I realized a few of them could potentially go further than where I take/plan to take them. If you all think that one story should continue, please tell me via review with the name of the chapter (title of the oneshot) and I'll consider it.

Warnings- Attempted rape mentioned with the raping bastard getting what's coming to him. If you like Ron Weasley, you're not going to like this story. Don't flame me about it. I think you could almost make a drinking game out of the number of times I wrote "raping bastard".

Oh, and this takes place during the Horcrux Hunt, while they're staying at Grimmauld Place.

Harry Potter exited the shower to hear Hermione sobbing softly. Fearful that something had happened to her he slid on his jeans and ran into her bedroom, "Hermione?"

He looked down to see Ron Weasley frozen on the ground with pimples spelling 'rapist' across his forehead and his pants unbuttoned. Seeing a tearful Hermione with her nightgown torn he quickly put two and two together and a rage few had ever seen began to fill him. He sat down on her bed facing her, "Did he…"

"My magic got him off of me before he could," she said, leaning into Harry whose arms immediately wrapped around her, "then I grabbed my wand and just sent hexes and curses at him."

The small smile on her lips as she looked at the petrified Ronald Weasley with 'rapist' on his forehead calmed Harry somewhat. "He said I was his and he could do whatever he wanted. I struggled Harry, I swear I did."

"I know you did," he whispered comfortingly, "my Hermione is a fierce warrior. I know I wouldn't want to go against my Hermione." The way Harry said 'my Hermione' made the young woman relax. Her Harry thought of her as his just as she thought of him as hers.

As Harry held her he suddenly realized something and withdrew from Hermione's hug before rounding on Ron, "YOU BASTARD I BACKED OFF BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU LOVED HER!" The kick that followed came with the cracking of at least one rib. Harry hauled Ron upright and looked at him in the eyes, "Hermione remove the paralysis. I want him to hear every word I say and see his reaction."

She did so but kept her wand on the raping bastard. She would take no chances. Ron opened his mouth to say something and Harry punched him, "Shut up you raping bastard! You told me you loved her! You told me she loved you! But you don't love her do you you whiny jealous ignorant prat? No you just want something that Harry Potter wants! Well Ron looks like you're finally going to get what you deserve," Harry proceeded to punch Ron again, making him drop to the floor. As he tried to get up Hermione approached and a disturbing crunch sounded as she stepped on his genitals. Harry glared at the bastard, "Get out of my house Ron Weasley. You're no longer welcome here."

Hermione knocked Ron unconscious again with her wand before looking at Harry, "Did you mean it Harry? That you…that you want me?"

Still running high on adrenaline Harry just nodded. Hermione smiled and hugged him, "I want you too," she whispered. "I thought you wanted Ginny."

"No way she just wants 'The-Boy-Who-Lived,'" Harry looked at Ron, "Do you think you can obliviate the information about the horcruxes from his mind?"

Hermione nodded and cast the spell. "He now thinks we are away training. The rest is intact."

Harry kicked the bastard a few more times before shoving Ron into a closet and warding the door permanently shut. He'd figure out what to do with the rapist bastard later. When he returned to Hermione's bedroom she was in the shower. He sat on the bed. When she exited the shower eight minutes later Harry stood up, "I can leave if you want, but I wanted to be here for you."

She smiled and moved to him, "Thank you Harry."

"I should have told you how I felt sooner," Harry wrapped his arms around her, "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for Harry," she ran her hand over his cheek, "Ron did it, not you." Harry held onto her for several minutes before he let go so she could get dressed. "Turn around please."

Harry obeyed immediately. When she let him turn around again he pulled her into a hug, "Hermione…I understand if you don't want to do anything anytime soon but I have to tell you…I love you."

"I love you too," Hermione rested her head against his shoulder, "Harry I know how I should feel but I don't feel that way. I don't feel anything but relief that you feel the same as I do." He squeezed tightly, "You and me, together all the way?"

"All the way," Harry nodded. Hermione smiled and kissed his cheek, "How about we get some breakfast?"

"Let me see your hands first. I'd bet you injured them punching the prat's face."

Healing Harry's hands was easy and the pair went downstairs to see that Kreacher was already serving breakfast, "Kreacher?"

The elf wrung his ear in his hands, "Bad Weezy hurts girl who is nice to Kreacher. Kreacher must help her. Kreacher let her down."

Hermione smiled, "Thank you Kreacher. I was able to stop him."

Kreacher nodded his head and set out the coffee. Hermione nudged Harry who spoke, "Kreacher, do you know what a horcrux is?"

The house elf bobbed his head and Harry sighed in relief. "Do you know anything about who R.A.B. might be Kreacher? I would bet you know of a great many Death Eaters and apparently one of them stole a locket from Voldemort and replaced it with this one," Harry showed the elf the fake locket and Kreacher's eyes watered. "Kreacher?"

"Master Regulus' locket! You found Master Regulus' locket!"

"Kreacher do you know where the real one is?"

"Kreacher hides it from thief Kreacher does," Kreacher said, puffing his chest out proudly. The elf vanished and when he returned it was with a locket that looked identical.

Harry looked at Hermione, "But how do we destroy it?"
"I don't know, and obviously Kreacher doesn't," Hermione sighed, "we'll have to research that."

"Together all the way," Harry said, kissing her cheek and pulling her into a hug.

"That seems to imply you're going to be researching it with me."

"I do like that look you get on your face when you're researching," he admitted. "But I was referring to this whole thing. It's just going to be the two of us doing it all. I'm not letting that thickheaded rapist git anywhere near either of us again. He can go to hell as far as I'm concerned."

"I like this protective version of you," she kissed him on the lips softly, "but never forget that I can defend myself."

"I'm well aware of that my love. But I've never had a family before so you should expect me to be a little overprotective. I know I shouldn't be but…"

"I mean too much to you," she finished for him. "I really liked it when you punched Ron." Harry smiled in response before pulling out her chair for her. It was the two of them, plus Kreacher, against the world. And they were definitely ready.