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Note: This is a part of the collection I have been putting together, it has been a slow process even though some of these are really short. Trust me, I'm working on lots of other things at the moment. Enjoy!
I cannot believe I am about to do this.
I pointed my wand at my parents' heads.
Oh, please let me do this right. I prayed silently.
"Hermione, come sit," my mother commanded, I closed my eyes. My mother's voice, the same voice that had lured me into sleep when I was younger, the voice that had given me the advice that has made me who I am, the list goes on, I can't do this.
"In a second, Mum," I opened my eyes and faced my fears. Breathe in, breathe out. "Obliviate," I whispered, pointing my wand and my father's head specifically. A blue light slowly flew out of my wand and hit my father's head as the memories flowed from his mind to my wand. Tears pricked my eyes, I pointed my wand, now, at my mother, "Obliviate," once again the memories floated out of her head and into the little piece of wood in my hand.
Within seconds, my face was wiped from every picture, my letters from Hogwarts that had been proudly displayed on the mantel turned into awards and degrees. Everything that had ever had a trace from me was gone, like it had never even existed.
I have to get out of here. I immediately ran from the room before Monica and Wendell saw me, a stranger, in their home, it would ruin everything. Monica and Wendell, that was their new names. They weren't Josephine and William anymore. I wiped away a few tears as I thought of my parents, the front door clicked shut, and they were gone, off to some place safe. Quickly I gathered my belongings and disapparated to the only place I knew I was safe, the burrow.
I arrived with a pop, just outside of the wards, in the murky water that surrounded the Burrow. My pants were soaked up to my shins as I began to trudge up to the front door. Just before I reached the last remaining steps through the murky water, I saw him, Ronald Bilius Weasley. He was de-gnoming the side garden where Mrs. Weasley grew her vegetables. He would understand, he would understand everything. I swiftly threw my bag across my chest and ran to him and I hugged him from behind, my tears started to fall again. He jumped and pushed me off with a yell, but when he realized it was me who was behind him, he gathered me up in his arms and I wiped my tears on his shirt, subtly so he wouldn't notice.
"Ron-" I started.
"Hermione- " he began at the same time. We paused for a second, awkwardly before he began again.
"Hermione, not that I am not excited for you to be here but, why are you here early?" He asked loudly.
"Shh! Let me tell you first, I don't want to tell your parents." I said, he looked confused, "can we find a place to sit down?" He led us to a place behind the shed.
"Spill," He looked worried, more so than confused now.
"Well, you know how we are going with Harry?" I asked, he nodded quickly so I would go on with my explanation.
"." I said quickly, not wanting to make myself cry again.
"What?" he put his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye. "Say it again, slowly."
"I-I swiped my parents m-memories so that they would be s-safe." I hiccupped, more tears threatened to fall. I looked up into his face, his mouth was in a round 'O' shape, and his eyes were wide.
"You really did it?" I nodded.
"I had to, I can't let anything happen to them." I was full-fledged sobbing now. His arms wrapped themselves around me and I rested my head against his shoulder, letting out all of my emotions.
"Shhhhh, Hermione, you aren't alone, you know that right? You have Harry, my family, and you most definitely have me. They're safe." He tried to sooth me, but as soon as he finished I realized what an intimate position we were in, I was almost siting on him with my head in the crook of his neck. Meanwhile, his arms were around me, pulling me closer, thus, the reason I was almost sitting on him. This was the closest we had ever been; even at the funeral a few weeks ago, he was never this bold with me.
"Thanks Ron," I sniffed and wiped my tears on my sleeve. "It is okay that I'm here early right?" I asked, hoping that I didn't come at an inopportune moment.
"No, Hermione! You are always welcome here! I'll just tell mum that I told you the wrong date to arrive. She'll be fine, won't even notice actually, she has been going nuts since the wedding is so close. This is the fifth time I've had to de-gnome the week." I smiled; leave it to Mrs. Weasley to have complete control over her son's wedding. "I'll just grab your stuff- um Hermione, did you forget to pack?"
"No, but you can't tell anyone about this," I picked up my bag and showed it to him.
"So, you only packed little things? Hermione, how the bloody hell did you manage to fit all of your clothes in that tiny thing?"
"Language, Ronald! I put a charm on it; I have everything I need for the next few months with Harry. You're going to have to give me some of your stuff so I can pack it in as well."
"You're amazing," he whispered, in awe of what I'd done.
"Thanks Ronald," I knew I was blushing. Since when had he become so confident with me?
He blushed too and looked away. It was awkward once again; I should've said more, I was mentally kicking myself.
"So, um, let's go get you settled in." I said uneasily, before getting up and then offering his hand to me.
We both walked silently towards the front of the house. Both of us were walking shoulder to shoulder. When we were just feet away from the door Ron turned towards me.
"Here let me help you," his warm breath hit my face as he wiped away tear tracks and tears themselves from my cheeks, "All better, we don't want mum to worry." His fingers lingered a little as he wiped the last tear from my cheek. Our eyes connected, wondering what the other was going to do next, I supposed it was my turn. I moved closer to him and hugged him around his middle.
"Thank you, I don't know what I would've done if I didn't run into you today, it means a lot, a lot Ron, that you sat with me and listened." I knew I was blushing again, but so was he. He chuckled a little, like he always does when he doesn't know what to say, or he gets put on the spot. But, this time I wasn't going to let him make a joke out of it, I hugged him harder. "Let's go" I said pulling away, he stood still, stunned. I giggled and grabbed his hand, "Come on Ron!" He made me feel better, like he always does. Sure, he has done some mean, thoughtless things to me before, like Lavender Brown, but he always comes back to me, to comfort me. Silently I hoped that something more would happen soon, I don't think I can wait any longer for us, things have to move faster!
Note: I hope you all enjoyed this; I really didn't want to wait any longer to post a new fiction. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought, I am still looking for ways to improve!