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Summary: When Ron notices that the girl he likes doesn't think of him in the same way, he starts wandering off alone into the only place he can feel alone, but not lonely. Something awful happens and he wonders if he can ever be the same again. Romance and Angst galore.
Rated: R for swearing, angst, blood, and sensuality
Left Out
Ron watched them from the doorway to the boy's dormitory. It made him uncomfortable, but he didn't know any way he could possibly stop it. This is what she's been waiting for. He thought to himself. Just like you've been waiting. His eyes drifted across the Gryffindor common room to the curly brown mass that hung over a book. The curly hair was brushed back by a slender hand and Hermione Granger's face was revealed. She looked up to Ron looked pointedly at Harry and Ginny and then back to Ron again grinning.
Harry and Ginny. They weren't officially "together" but it was obvious that, that's where it was headed. Third...No, forth time Harry's offered to help her in charms... Her best subject. Of course Ginny had accepted each time. He glanced back to Hermione, who had once again disappeared beneath her hair. He wondered when the last time was that she had asked him if he needed help in his homework. She was busy this year, her own course load heavier then usual this being there seventh year, and when she wasn't studying, well, she kept disappearing.
"Oi, Ron, wanna play exploding snap?" Seamus asked from the corner, where he sat with Parvati, Lavender, Dean and Neville.
"Uh, I was just gonna do some homework, maybe later," Ron said stepping back into his room and grabbing his books. He hadn't missed the surprised look an Hermione's face when he had said it. "Studying over games?" he could almost hear her sputter.
Ron wandered back out to the squishy armchair where she was studying and sat in the one next to it, trying to ignore Harry and Ginny across from him.
"Ok, what is it?" She asked as he sat down, a Don't-Mess-With-Me-Weasley look on her face. Ron threw on his best, What-Are-You-Talking-About face. "Studying over playing games? Honestly Ron, I've known you for seven years, I'm not stupid," She explained. Ron grinned.
"Well, I'm behind, I haven't had you nagging me to get to work as much, like you used to. Your always off on your special 'Head Girl' duties." Ron didn't miss her eyes flit from his to the ground. Faint color creeped into her cheeks. "What?"
"Nothing, I didn't say anything," Hermione snapped ducking her head bellow her hair and pretending to be engrossed in her reading.
"Hermione...... Hermione, I know your not reading, your eyes aren't moving." Ron pointed out. She glared up at him.
"Nothing gets past you anymore," she said piling her books up on her lap and standing. "I just remembered, my turn to patrol the corridors," Hermione said abruptly. Ron felt his mouth gaping; he wondered what had made her so anxious to leave.
"I'll come help you," He offered after she was halfway to the portrait hole.
"That's ok, I can handle it," She called behind her without turning her head. He watched, puzzled, as she stepped out the portrait hall. When he turned around several pairs of eyes were on him.
"What?" He asked shooting a look at Harry.
"D'you two get into a fight?" Harry asked. Ron shook his head.
"I don't think so," He muttered shrugging. He walked over taken a seat across from Harry and Ginny.
"She looked kinda annoyed with you," Ginny agreed. Ron scowled.
"I didn't do anything."
Ginny and Harry exchanged glances.
"I'm sure you'll figure out what it is, maybe sleep will help," Harry said after a second.
"Or a long walk," Ginny added. Ron scowled harder getting up. Oh lets not be subtle about wanting me to leave now.
He took a walk, not because Ginny had suggested it might make him feel better, but because he knew they wanted him to leave. He sat for a while in the library but it seemed too crowded, too many people shooting him glances that said: "What's he doing in here all alone?" So he left finding an empty classroom, which he sat in for a while.
Silence, dead silence.
Creepy. Ron thought being accustomed to the soft talking and moving about noises one learns to get used to when living in a large family. No this won't do either. Not enough going on. He glanced out the window of the classroom, trees loomed in the distance, small faeries darted in and out of trees like stars fallen from the sky.
"The forest." He said to no one in particular.
Summary: When Ron notices that the girl he likes doesn't think of him in the same way, he starts wandering off alone into the only place he can feel alone, but not lonely. Something awful happens and he wonders if he can ever be the same again. Romance and Angst galore.
Rated: R for swearing, angst, blood, and sensuality
Left Out
Ron watched them from the doorway to the boy's dormitory. It made him uncomfortable, but he didn't know any way he could possibly stop it. This is what she's been waiting for. He thought to himself. Just like you've been waiting. His eyes drifted across the Gryffindor common room to the curly brown mass that hung over a book. The curly hair was brushed back by a slender hand and Hermione Granger's face was revealed. She looked up to Ron looked pointedly at Harry and Ginny and then back to Ron again grinning.
Harry and Ginny. They weren't officially "together" but it was obvious that, that's where it was headed. Third...No, forth time Harry's offered to help her in charms... Her best subject. Of course Ginny had accepted each time. He glanced back to Hermione, who had once again disappeared beneath her hair. He wondered when the last time was that she had asked him if he needed help in his homework. She was busy this year, her own course load heavier then usual this being there seventh year, and when she wasn't studying, well, she kept disappearing.
"Oi, Ron, wanna play exploding snap?" Seamus asked from the corner, where he sat with Parvati, Lavender, Dean and Neville.
"Uh, I was just gonna do some homework, maybe later," Ron said stepping back into his room and grabbing his books. He hadn't missed the surprised look an Hermione's face when he had said it. "Studying over games?" he could almost hear her sputter.
Ron wandered back out to the squishy armchair where she was studying and sat in the one next to it, trying to ignore Harry and Ginny across from him.
"Ok, what is it?" She asked as he sat down, a Don't-Mess-With-Me-Weasley look on her face. Ron threw on his best, What-Are-You-Talking-About face. "Studying over playing games? Honestly Ron, I've known you for seven years, I'm not stupid," She explained. Ron grinned.
"Well, I'm behind, I haven't had you nagging me to get to work as much, like you used to. Your always off on your special 'Head Girl' duties." Ron didn't miss her eyes flit from his to the ground. Faint color creeped into her cheeks. "What?"
"Nothing, I didn't say anything," Hermione snapped ducking her head bellow her hair and pretending to be engrossed in her reading.
"Hermione...... Hermione, I know your not reading, your eyes aren't moving." Ron pointed out. She glared up at him.
"Nothing gets past you anymore," she said piling her books up on her lap and standing. "I just remembered, my turn to patrol the corridors," Hermione said abruptly. Ron felt his mouth gaping; he wondered what had made her so anxious to leave.
"I'll come help you," He offered after she was halfway to the portrait hole.
"That's ok, I can handle it," She called behind her without turning her head. He watched, puzzled, as she stepped out the portrait hall. When he turned around several pairs of eyes were on him.
"What?" He asked shooting a look at Harry.
"D'you two get into a fight?" Harry asked. Ron shook his head.
"I don't think so," He muttered shrugging. He walked over taken a seat across from Harry and Ginny.
"She looked kinda annoyed with you," Ginny agreed. Ron scowled.
"I didn't do anything."
Ginny and Harry exchanged glances.
"I'm sure you'll figure out what it is, maybe sleep will help," Harry said after a second.
"Or a long walk," Ginny added. Ron scowled harder getting up. Oh lets not be subtle about wanting me to leave now.
He took a walk, not because Ginny had suggested it might make him feel better, but because he knew they wanted him to leave. He sat for a while in the library but it seemed too crowded, too many people shooting him glances that said: "What's he doing in here all alone?" So he left finding an empty classroom, which he sat in for a while.
Silence, dead silence.
Creepy. Ron thought being accustomed to the soft talking and moving about noises one learns to get used to when living in a large family. No this won't do either. Not enough going on. He glanced out the window of the classroom, trees loomed in the distance, small faeries darted in and out of trees like stars fallen from the sky.
"The forest." He said to no one in particular.