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[fics_by_maple]

Written for the Checkmated Moviequote! Challenge
Prompt - “So you lie to yourself to be happy. There’s nothing wrong with that. We all do it.” -Memento

Title: Cryptograph
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: R
Beta: gwen1170

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“Anything? Anything at all?” asked Hermione as Harry and Ron entered the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. They were a scratched up and dirty and Harry looked typically irritable.

“Do you think if we’d found something we wouldn’t say so?” Harry snapped.

Hermione scowled but Ron gave her a reassuring wink and waved off Harry’s surly mood.

“Nah, there was nothing magical in that tomb at all,” Ron said, straddling the end of the bench at the long table.

Harry tossed a bag of crisps from the larder to Ron and opened one for himself.

“How about you?” Ron asked her, opening a Butterbeer. “Did you make any progress researching the Cup?”

Hermione glanced sideways at the muscles in Ron’s forearms flexing as he twisted the top off of his bottle. She didn’t allow herself to acknowledge how the cords in his neck moved as he swallowed.

“Well I did start using the E.L.S. on Hufflepuff’s spell book.” Hermione looked up and they both blinked at her.

“The Equidistant Letter Sequence, it’s the system used to find the Bible code.”

They looked at each other, and then gave each other that look.

“Never mind,” she continued. “That’s not important. But I did start writing down what I found. It’s here someplace.” She began sorting through the stack of parchment strewn across the table.

“This looks like it,” Harry said, lifting a sheet. “A Wales lord yen-”

“Oh that’s not it! Erm - it’s not done yet.” Hermione jumped up, reaching for the paper.

“No, this actually makes sense,” Harry said. “Hepzibah Smith’s father was a Welsh lord, yeah?”

“Erm, yes, actually,” Hermione agreed quietly.

“So, yen, that means he wants something. Then you have seer alloy wand.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing, really. It’s just gibberish, isn’t it?” Hermione offered.

“No,” Ron objected. “Seers have often been Hufflepuffs, right? And this is saying he was looking for a metallic wand?”

Hermione shifted in her seat.

“Please give it back. I’d really rather work it out before you look at it.” She was cursing herself for being so careless with that paper.

“Hermione, you’ve got to trust yourself, this looks interesting,” Harry said. “Have a look, Ron.”

She opened her mouth to protest but the paper was already in Ron’s hand. Hermione nervously chewed her thumbnail, watching Ron.

He was leaning with one elbow on the table, in such a way that accentuated the bulge of his bicep, and if she hadn’t been so flustered, she would have rather enjoyed admiring it.

Instead she watched over the top of the paper, looking directly at his eyes as he read.

“There’s a lot more writing down here,” he said.

“Don’t mind what’s at the bottom of the page, Ron. I’m sure I made a mistake – with the code.”

He read aloud.

“A slayer owl end. All are-” Ron stopped and tilted his head slightly. He squinted an imperceptible amount, and then he got a gleam in his eye. He slowly raised his eyes and gave her a piercing, knowing look.

The air between them seemed to thicken, though Harry didn’t seem to notice.

“You’ve got the old Smith land documents in the library upstairs, right?” he asked. “I’m gonna go look them over again.”

“Yeah. You do that, Harry,” Ron said evenly. She felt trapped by the blue stare, between the ginger fringe hanging on his forehead and the parchment; his gaze held hers.

“Hermione?” he said slowly, his voice gentle and deep.

“Hm?” she squeaked.

“I may not be the cleverest wizard around,” he started.

“You’re very smart, Ron,” Hermione offered in a small voice.

“Mm, but I am at least pretty good at recognizing patterns. I guess Harry didn’t read far enough along to see how peculiar your ‘code’ got.”

Hermione winced and finally broke her eye contact with him, looking down at the table. Ron held up the paper and read aloud again.

“Days lean lower. Lads oral weeny.”

Hermione scrunched her face at hearing Ron say the absurd words, which were written in her own hand.

“All are down yes – interesting, that one. But this last one here is my favorite-”

“Oh, Ron, please don’t … ” she pleaded.

“All ways red one.”

“I, I don’t know what that means,” Hermione said pitifully.

“No? Well here, let me show you then.” Ron got up and quickly stood behind her. He reached around her and placed the parchment forcefully on the table in front her. She could smell him surround her and could nearly feel his chest against her back. Both of his arms reached around as he leaned over her and picked up a quill with his other.

“I’ll show you what I found in your code,” he said.

The last line on the parchment was as plain as day.

ALL WAYS RED ONE

Ron began crossing out letters one by one and rewriting them below. The first two were already done.

ALL WAYS RED ONE

Ro

“Oh God. Please, Ron, just leave it.”

“No. I want you to see what a good code breaker I am.” He continued to strike through letters.

ALL WAYS RED ONE

Ronald Weas

“Just stop it!” Hermione pleaded as she tried to stand, pushing back against his chest, but he closed in and wouldn’t let her up.

“Nuh-uh. How about you explain to me why you’ve got a page full of anagrams of my name?”

“Oh very well, Ron. That’s just fine. Have a go at me. Have a real laugh.” She could feel her face burning and cursed her eyes for watering. He was towering over her back and she wanted desperately to get away and also for him to grab a hold of her.

“I’m not having a go at you. And I’m not laughing. But it’s right here in front of your face. Why can’t you just admit it?”

“What?” she asked feebly, being stubborn to the end.

Ron nearly growled.

“Admit that you fancy me. You do.”

Hermione floundered for a moment, feeling trapped.

“I just make anagrams for, for stress relief,” she answered in a quiet voice. But she felt the change in him, felt him deflate and go quiet, and she hated herself for doing that to him. “Please let me get up.”

Ron stood up and moved back a half step back while she swiveled her legs out from the bench.

“Would it be so bad?” he asked quietly. “I understand, you know; so you lie to yourself to be happy. There’s nothing wrong with that. We all do it. But would you really be so ashamed to be with me?” He spoke in that wounded voice she had heard so many times in him. Only now it wasn’t Slytherins or obnoxious brothers that caused the hurt; she was the cause this time.

“No. No, I could never be ashamed of you. You mean the world to me, Ron.” She stood up and faced him.

“It’s right here in ink, Hermione.” He looked sadly down at the parchment in his hand. “I deciphered your code and I know I’m not wrong. Always red one? That is me, isn’t it? That is my name; that wasn’t an accident. Why can’t you admit it?

She closed her eyes to steel herself, searching for her courage.

“I don’t want you to think I’m silly.”

“Huh?”

“Silly. You make jokes about Lavender-”

“Oh not Lavender again!” he cried, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“You go on and on about how silly she was,” Hermione hurried. “You’re always making wisecracks about how she dotted her i’s with hearts and baby-talked to you. So I didn’t want you to know that sometimes I am just a silly girl who sits around daydreaming about the bloke she fancies.” She looked at her feet but chanced a glance up at his face. She hoped that her abject mortification was enough to correct the injury she’d done to his self-esteem.

She watched Ron’s face go from a hurt frown to wry smile tugging on the corners of his lips. And she saw the gleam return to his eyes.

“I poke fun at Lavender because I want you to know that I’m not still holding a flame for her. Or that just because we – I’m sorry to bring it up – but that we did stuff and that I’d only like a girl because of that.”

A moment of silence passed as they both smiled shyly at each other.

“You’re not the only one who daydreams,” Ron admitted with his expression fixed on the floor. “I think about you every minute I’m awake.” Then his eyebrow rose. “I won’t tell you what I think of when I’m asleep.”

“You dream about me?” she asked, almost surprised.

Ron let out a quiet laugh with a hint of warning in it.

“What do you dream about?” she asked

“That’s a trick question, Hermione. You think I’m going to answer that?”

“I’m not playing games, honest. I want to know.”

Ron shifted and blushed just a little. Then he flexed his fingers before clenching them into a fist and answered her.

“In my dreams, you don’t mind if I kiss you, or touch you. … And you touch me back.”

Hermione was intrigued. “But you hardly ever touch me, Ron.”

“I don’t dare touch you,” he said simply.

“But why not? Why don’t you want to touch me? What is it? The silly girls are for touching, but the smart ones are for …?”

Ron swallowed hard and scrubbed his palms over his closed eyes. He looked like he was concentrating on solving another riddle as he ran his fingers through his dusty hair.

“Because I don’t want to send you running away from me. I don’t want to be another McClaggen to you.”

“McClag-? How did-? Did Harry tell you about that?” she squeaked.

“Yeah, ‘course Harry told me about him; about how you had to run away from the party.”

She was quiet for moment, absorbing this information before another thought occurred. He had after all, always defended her honor with the other boys.

“I would have thought you’d get angry about that.”

Ron grinned and raised his eyebrows. “I did. And Cormac found rats and Bubotuber Pus in his bed for the rest of the year.”

She giggled then, and she watched Ron relax as they moved to sit side by side on the edge of the table. Chancing a casual look sideways at him, she cherished this comfort of just being together. The way they could be together and talk and joke and argue, and yet all they he had to do was sit there and she found him immeasurably sexy. Maybe she wouldn’t have to make a distinction between the Ron that was her friend and the Ron that she daydreamed about.

“I made a page of anagrams because I told myself it might be less silly than just writing your name over and over, which is what I’ve seen other girls do. And I thought I could hide it from you.”

He turned to her with an open, honest face. Taking her hand, something he’d done many times before, he squeezed her fingers gently and ran his thumb over her knuckles.

“Don’t need to hide it from me. I bollocks things up good sometimes, but I’d die to protect you, Hermione. I’d never hurt you for trusting me. Er, well, not on purpose anyway.”

There was nothing for it now, with so much life and death on the line everyday.

“Ron, I’m just like I am in your dreams. I wouldn’t mind if you kissed me…”

Hermione couldn’t breathe deeply enough. She began to tremble and she knew Ron felt it in her hand.

Ron reacted to the shaking in her hand immediately. Still holding it, he quickly stood and faced her.

His lips became the focus of her whole universe and they tried to form an unspoken word. Tearing her eyes from them, she met his eyes; the same stare that had mortified her minutes earlier now had her transfixed with want.

She felt she really ought to say something, and she struggled to find the just right thing as he leaned in close but refrained from meeting her lips. The slim space between them was still a cavernous distance. Hermione reached up and put her hand against his chest.

A shadow of concern crossed his face, as though he thought she was stopping him. Instead, she curled her fingers, fisting his dirty t-shirt, and pulled, closing the distance between them.

Their lips pressed together and excitement jolted through her body, and she shook more. Ron tilted his head, kissing her expertly and pulling her close. He wrapped her in his long arms and she didn’t even realize she had opened her mouth to his until she felt his tongue slide against hers. Now she had the taste of Ron to complete her five senses’ knowledge of him. His mouth was warm and gentle, just like his hands on her back.

A lightning quick thought made her grateful that Ron wasn’t just her close friend, but that he was always full of fire and exhilaration and passion and this kiss might be the death of her to prove her point.

When their kiss halted, Ron was standing between her parted knees with his cheek against her temple.

“Hermione,” he whispered breathlessly.

She slid her arms around his ribs under his robe and hugged him tight, holding him with all the desire she felt for him.

It was then that she realized she could feel the length of him pressing against her open thigh.

“Sorry. I can’t help that,” he said quietly, knowing what she had to have noticed.

He may be infuriating sometimes but he always tries to be honorable, she thought as she pulled him closer, pressing her leg against the hardness in his trousers, and gave him a forgiving smile before kissing him again.

She felt him smile as the beautiful desperation between them began to build and their hands scrambled for more of each other. One of her hands slipped down to the curve of his arse, which she’d peeked at for so long. His hands slid down her waist and along the outsides of her thighs. Her robes fell open and the hem of her skirt now rose shamelessly high as Ron squeezed her legs and ran one hand up the length of her thigh.

“So have we decided that the Cup is down Hermione’s throat then?” Harry asked with ever so innocently blinking eyes. He tilted his head. “Or up her robes, perhaps?”

Ron jerked his hand out from under her skirt but he didn’t back away. He didn’t try to hide what they were doing. He pulled Hermione close to his chest.

“You just never mind yourself about what’s under Hermione’s robes.”

“All right then,” Harry said, playfully. “But if you find a Horcrux under there you’ll let me know, yeah?”

Hermione huffed and laughed. Ron grabbed a bottle of ink and chucked it at Harry, who caught it with an insufferable grin.

They looked into each other’s eyes again. Ron screwed up his face for second and then leaned down with a smirk and whispered into her ear.

“I’m her one.”

She didn’t have to think about it. The letters rearranged themselves in her mind.

I’M HER ONE

Hermione

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Many thanks to my beta Gwen1170 for her brilliant suggestions. Also to ModestyRabnott and Quizzical for their encouragement!

Comments

[kasiopeia.livejournal.com]

Lovely ^^ They are so sweet together

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much. I do adore them. :)

[gryf-hedgehog.livejournal.com]

I think this is my favorite of all your stories. It shows just how innocent and pure their love is for one another. Just wonderful...

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry I missed your comment here.

Thank you very much or reading it! :)

[doodle2707.livejournal.com]

WOW, you are really really good! In fact, you're amazing. I've read a number of your stories over the past couple of days, and I'm so impressed with your writing and how you have Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny so down pat.... everything they say and do seems so in keeping with their personalities from the books. Just some background on me... I started reading the HP books to my 8yo son about a year ago. By the time we got to GoF, he started to lose interest and I began to gain more interest so I continued reading the rest of the series to myself. I have two children (6 & 8), which doesn't afford me all that much time to read but I managed to finish Deathly Hallows in 4 days (and I'm not a fast reader) There was a lot of "Leave mommy alone...this is a really good book" and "Yes, yes.... eat the whole bag of cookies, just let me get through this chapter". Anyway, when I finished the book I was totally depressed that I had no more Harry Potter to read... I lamented to my husband and he suggested fan fiction. I was skeptical. I was sure I only wanted to know what JKR had in store for the fate of my 3 heroes. But I after a few days I couldn't take it anymore. I tried picking up another non HP book that a friend recommend -- but that didn't work. Must have more Harry! So, I went on line in search of more HP. I waded through some stuff that didn't hold my interest and also checked out some of the restricted stuff and treated myself to a taste of the adult HP world that I never knew exsisted... but that didn't hold my interest for very long (a lot of it was kind of all the same). Then I stumbled onto a web site that listed your "Very Bad Things" as winning an award, intrigued, not knowing awards where given for fanfiction, I read your story. I was so moved by it. The scene with Malfoy was horrifying and then Harry helping Hermoine was so touching. And the love making scene with R&H was so beautiful. On the same evening, I stayed up til 3:30 am to read Within You Without You. You made me smile many times and laugh out loud (the scene with all the Weasley brothers and Charlie on all fours) and at one point I had tears in my eyes. (I plan on commenting on that story in more detail soon.) Anyway I just wanted to say that you've really captured H/G/R/H perfectly. When I read this story tonight, I decided I couldn't hold off on telling you how amazing I thought your stories were any longer. (This is the first time I've ever posted anything to do with the HP world.) This story, Cryptograph, in particular, I thought was so dead on. I loved it. I actually thought that the way R&H professed their love for each other in Crytograph was better, for me (sorry if it offends anyone, or if it's hugely taboo to say anything negative against JKR's work) then JKR's version of when R&H finally decide to let each other know how they feel with the let's-save-the-house-elves-drop-the-fangs kiss. I loved the Hermione decoding in and effort towards working to find the horcruxes and then, also doodling with anagrams of Ron's name. And then when she knows that Ron knows how she feels about him, she still tries to deny it. It's so Hermione. It's just brilliant. And to just to drive my point home... when Harry finds them kissing he says something so similar to what JKR had him say when they kiss in DH. "So have we decided that the Cup is down Hermione’s throat then?” vs. "Is this the moment? OI, there's a war going on here!" (I, at least, thought they were similar) both, very, very Harry. Anyway, thank you for giving me hope that there are more wonderful adventures of Harry Potter out there once the books have been read. I CAN'T WAIT to read more of your stuff! Oh, and I'm sorry this was so wordy... since it was my first post, I had kind of had a lot to say! Thanks again.

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

My goodness - you've overwhelmed me! - but in a really fantastic way. Thank you! (though I think when you've poked around in fandom a bit longer you've find more impressive writers than me. :P )

I've been reading HP for years and I've held these characters in my heart and mind for ages, I love them all. I try to treat their characterizations with respect. I had already read SS and CoS, but when POA came out, I was so excited by the 'deeper' turn the books were taking. I dived into fanfiction after HBP came out because I also just wanted more. I also have 2 kids, so I was much the same as you when DH came out.

How awesome of your husband to suggest fanfiction. So, welcome to fandom! :) And don't worry, there are people who knock JKR all the time around here. I love what she did with her books, and anything else I'd like to have seen differently, that's what fic is for! :)

I'm thrilled you like this story and honored that you compared '... down Hermione's throat?' to 'is this the moment?' LOL - *twirls you*

Very Bad Things was among the first things I wrote. I feel like it's a bit 'loose' and its probably the darkest thing I written, but its really fun to hear some one has given it their time.

Your comments about Within You, Without You made me laugh. Thank you! I know its a Harry/Ginny story but Ron and the Weasleys are pretty central. If you liked it, you might consider reading The Glass Onion, which is George and Lee's side of that story. (I see you are mostly reading the het stuff, so I hope the slash doesn't bother you. I was the same way at first, all I had seen of slash of scary Snape/Sirius stuff that just wasn't for me, but I was quickly turned convinced of the loveliness of Harry/Ron.)

Thank you for commenting. You made my day! Writers love getting the feedback so please don't be shy about it. :) I hope to see you around.

Cheers!
~Maple
maple_mahogany

[doodle2707.livejournal.com]

I'm so pleased that I made you day... since you've been making mine every day this week. Yes, I'm actually looking forward to reading The Glass Onion. The slash doesn't bother me in the least.(It's funny to think that a week ago I had no idea what slash even referred to.) And although, I think Ron/Hermione is my favorite "ship" (another new word for me), I actually LOVE Ron and Harry together. Very HOT and very beautiful at the same time. You can just really see them loving each other so much.

One quick question that I hope you can help me with, and I'm sorry for taking up your time with this because it has nothing to do with your stories, but I don't know who else to ask: Can you tell me how to attach an icon to a username?

[maple-mahogany.livejournal.com]

Oh good. I just, as in about 4 minutes ago, finished the The Glass Onion. *falls over*

I'm so glad you like Harry/Ron, too! yay!

To upload a userpic, go to your profile, and there will be a link for 'view userpics, upload userpics' - you can try this link, http://www.livejournal.com/editpics.bml.

Thank you so much! :D

[doodle2707.livejournal.com]

Maple -- As you can see I figured it out! Thanks though....

[maple-mahogany.livejournal.com]

Oh good, I'm so glad! That's such a great pic, too!

You might want to read this post regarding icon etiquette, since no one tells new people this stuff. :D

[doodle2707.livejournal.com]

Sorry... one other thing. You mentioned more impressive writers than you (again, I'm skeptical) but I was wondering can you tell me some of your favorite stories by other writers? I don't know if this is the appropriate place for this question, if not, I could give you my email address.

[maple-mahogany.livejournal.com]

Sure thing!

There's oncelikeshari, her fic LJ is solstice_muse, and here.

Then there's shocolate, who has fic here and here.

That will be enough for starters. I have many favorites, and have many of them on my flist.

I'd suggest The Quiddtitch Pitch and harry_ron_recs, too. :)

[doodle2707.livejournal.com]

Thanks again. The Glass Onion is first though.... I'm so excited for you --that you just finished it.

[doodle2707.livejournal.com]

I can't believe I forgot to mention how much I loved the ending... "I'M HER ONE" -- wonderful and so clever!

[stupidhero.livejournal.com]

Such a great story! I loved this line "“All right then,” Harry said, playfully. “But if you find a Horcrux under there you’ll let me know, yeah?”"

You write such great Harry, Ron, and Hermione!

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, this is only about two months old. Sorry I missed your comment here. But, thank you for reading and commenting! :)

Oh, that was lovely!

[ginwannabe.livejournal.com]

I'm such a huge Ronmione shipper, and this was just wonderful. I loved the line from Harry about the cup being down her throat or up her robes. I love the cheekiness you have between the Trio in all your stories.

Re: Oh, that was lovely!

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! Whenever Harry or Ron are in a relationship I always see the other boy as still being very present. :D

[shiiki.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I already reviewed this once when it first came out at CM, but I'm reading all the rhr_award nominations, and I was quite happy to reread this as it was one of my favourite fics in that challenge!

I'm glad to find it's just as lovely and touching and I'm just as impressed with it as I was on first read. This really is one of those story which you can tell were carefully crafted, and never fail to wow the reader.

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

I really appreciate that! Thank you so much!

I never know what it is about a fic that will strike a chord with a reader, so I'm really tickled that this one worked for you. Thanks!

[hpuckle.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I've read this before, but I haven't commented on it... which is strange, because I always comment!

This was wonderful, and sweet, and I love Ron taking charge and finally getting Hermione to admit that she liked him.

The anagram thing is so, so clever... I am in awe!

xxx

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I'm late on your comment here.

I'd wanted to explore Ron plucking up the courage to go for it with her, without making him super!macho!Ron.

You should have seen me agonizing over the anagrams! And I used a auto anagram maker, too! but to try to find ones to work out for when Harry was reading out what he thought was a translation -gah!

hee - thanks!

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you so much. I *giggle* that you like Harry, hee.

If you do read more, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Thank you!

[kou-shun-u.livejournal.com]

i loved how they thought the anagrams were clues and were trying to decipher them in the beginning before ron figured it out.

[bambu345.livejournal.com]

This is absolutely charming. I think my favorite aspect of your story is that you've allowed Ron to mature and be as clever as he should really be. You were recc'd on crack_broom, and I'm so glad because otherwise I would have missed your work.