Well...I was bored.

This is going to be a wierd fic in that I'm not sure exactly what I want to happen. I also don't have the patience to proof-read this until I'm done because I know that I'm going to end up re-writing the entire chapter every single time I look at it.

So there.

Hope this is okay. This is probably going to changeveiws a lot. What I might do it like, have one chapter be one person's point of veiw, and then one being at exactly the same time in another person's point of veiw.

Don't own Harry Potter, do own Rulea. If that seems familiar to you, then it's because I have another account. Don't worry, I didn't steal Rulea from anyone.


7:15 P.M. The Burrow

Ron could have sworn he heard mumbling from behind the Hermione's door. He knew that Ginny was downstairs, so it must have been Hermione.

But whom could she have been mumbling to? Because, seriously, everyone was downstairs eating. She had said that she wasn't feeling good so she wanted to lie down.

So whom in the world was she talking to?

Ron was worried. With Dumbledore dead, wouldn't it be easy for You-Know-Who to get into Hermione's head? Maybe he was trying to hurt her!

Quickly Ron rushed to his room and pulled out one of the twins' listening ears he has stolen.

Carefully he put it under Hermione's door.

"Think that I'm finished! No, you must be crazy if you think that!" It sounded like she was using one of those felly-tones or whatever they were called. But Ron was fairly certain there wasn't one in Hermione's room.

He could hear her making noises like she was being insulted or anything. He hoped she wouldn't cry. If she did, he would punch the sucker who made her.

"You…you are infuriating…What? I swear…" She sounded mad now. Her voice was getting tense and- "Oh, so tell me this- how many girls have you slept with? Benn plenty I'm sure…don't think I don't know-"

Wait. What? Why is she asking that?

Who the bloody hell was that girl talking to?

"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare. I can't believe that you would bring Ronald into this."

Him? Why would she be talking about him? And, hell, did she just curse?

"Of COURSE I'm not denying it you idiot. Because you fucking know as well as I do that I never fucking slept with him and that I never will."

Ron felt his heart stop, if only momentarily.

"This is about the fact that you're sleeping with-"

Ron's heart ached for her, and for himself. She was probably talking to Victor. God, he was such a stupid ass. Ron couldn't believe that he was sleeping with other women, or that Hermione could…god.

"Heh, you know me too well. You're right, this isn't about that…Oh shut up." Ron heard a small snicker, followed by a deep sigh.

"I just want you home. I just…I wish you would tell me where you are. I can't sense you, I can't trace your cell-phone, I can't…you've completely turned yourself away. I…I don't understand."

Wait…tracing? Sensing? Where he is? If Victor Krum had just disappeared everyone would know.

Ron wasn't so sure he wanted to hear the rest. He pulled out the ear and walked away.