Ron's Hand: Part One
Author's note: This is a little fic that Lottie and I came up with one day at school, and if you all like it, we can post the rest. Flames are welcome.
LOL, Melanie McDonald
Molly glanced nervously at the clock. All hands pointed to home except Ron's. He was 2 hours lake. The first hour molly had been angry, but her anger had whittled down to worry that her youngest son had been injured.
Something creaked upstairs. Molly jumped. Then, relieved, she saw Arthur's feet descending down the stairs.
He started to walk towards the kitchen, but her upset face made him come over. "Molly," he said, taking her warm hand s in his warm ones, "I am sure that Ron is just fine, probably out with some girl." He smiled at this because, as of lately, Ron had been dating Fiona, A girl with creamy white skin, sparkling blue eyes, and Raven hair. Ron had been quite taken by her. However, the parents had never met this lady, only heard about her from Ron.
Molly's lip trembled. Arthur was at a loss of how to comfort his wife so he simply held her.
As Arthur was holding the sobbing molly, they both heard a loud tick. They glanced up startled, but their startled faces quickly turned to panic stricken, For Ron's hand had moved from "traveling" to "Mortal peril."
Ron was going to do it. He was going to pop the big question. He was going to ask Fiona to marry him.
He had saved his pocket money all summer (which was about as long as he had dated Fiona) To buy the ring. He was still in dept up to his neck though. He only hoped she would say yes. "Fiona," he said shakily, "I love you, and want to spend the rest of my life with you, so will you marry me?" /he whipped out the ring, Ron saw a look in her eyes that he couldn't read, but her unstoppable grin broke through.
"Why of course Ronald," she giggled, " Oh! Come on, let's go outside for some night air!"
As they were walking Ron glanced at his watch. It read, 10:35 "Oh! Gee, I have to be home soon, or mom will be worried.
"Ron, you are engaged now, do you still want to go by your mother's watch, or your own watch? I mean, really!"
"Oh right" he mumbled. "How stupid I must sound" he said to himself.
Ron glanced at the sky. A crescent moon. He glanced at Fiona. He had had growing suspicions that Fiona was not quite human. Those weird looks in her eyes and her strange muttering. He was thinking to himself when all of the sudden, she jumped him. Instantly, she had him pinned on the ground with his hands in her amazingly strong ones.
"Fiona! What the-" Ron was cut off by a swift movement from her hand. She had hit him, hard. So hard, that at first she thought that she had broken something. But she hadn't.
A look of pure broken-heartedness came upon Ron's face. Inside, Fiona was screaming "Ron, oh my Ronnie, I don't want to do this! Truly I don't! If only there wasn't Voldermort!" She kept saying this in her head, but her face gave no show of that. For she knew what it would lead to. She drew her wand, and performed the Imperius curse. "Imperio!"
Ron instantly shot up, and followed her, with his hands behind his back. She took him to a field were there was nothing in sight but rolling plains. " This is it." She said to herself. "I either apparate to Voldermort, or run away and hide with Ron." She gave it a moment's thought, then disappeared.