Torture
by Cerulean Leader
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. :)
Ron's POV
I could hear her screaming as they echoed through my ears like a sword to my heart. I could bear it any longer. My fists were bruised from banging against the metal gate which kept me locked within but I didn't care. I just wanted Hermione back – I couldn't stand hearing her screams.
Harry tried to pull me away, saying it was no use, but I fought against his grip, pulling myself back to shake the metal bars.
"Hermione!"
I continued to yell her name in a desperate manner as the screams in which Bellatrix continued to cause her penetrated through the wet, stone walls.
It was quite dark inside the cellar, and I could only see the glow of Luna and Harry's sympathetic faces.
I quickly looked away, slamming my fist on the wall, causing it to start bleeding from the force. I did this repeatedly, my wounds getting worse and worse from how much pressure I used from punching against the hard brick.
I closed my eyes and breathed in, trying to contain my tears but with great difficulty; it wasn't easy hearing her screams.
She was my best friend, other than Harry of course, but the thing is, I also loved her – and she didn't even know it.
She could be really close to dying and I never said anything. I never even told her that she was one of my best friends.
Harry grasped my shoulders to attempt to pull me back, but I grabbed the slimy bars and held on tight, trying to kick him off.
"Get off, Harry!" I yelled.
Harry glared. "Knock it off, Ron!"
I immediately stopped struggling against my best friend, my knees giving way as I collapsed next to the metal bars which kept me from coming to Hermione's aid.
Harry let me go, and I tried to stand up again, my knees wobbling but it seemed that my feet couldn't support my weight so I crashed back down to the damp ground. The pebbles underneath my body dug into my skin, so I instead, shifted so I was leaning back against the bricks.
"Hermione, stay with me…" I murmured. "It's torture without you here and it's like I feel so helpless without you here… Harry, we need to help her!"
The wizard before me stared at me with sympathetic eyes. "I-I'm sorry Ron…"
Rage filled me again as Hermione's screams of pain echoed to our prison.
Bellatrix Lestrange, the lunatic, was going to pay for torturing Hermione. She didn't do anything wrong; she didn't deserve this. As she screamed, she struggled to get away by kicking – I could tell because of the thumps that could be heard through the ceiling. It was bad enough that I couldn't get to her, but it was like they wanted make me more desperate to save her but torturing her right above us.
"Hermione…" I whispered, clenching my eyes shut. I banged my fist against the cold, wet floor once more.
'It's torture without you, Hermione…'
A/N –
01/08/2011: This is dedicated to my friend who asked me to write this story for her. :) She's a huge Romione fan, so, here you go! :D I'm sorry for the shortness. :(
19/01/2013: A bit longer than it was, but with these small one-shots I uploaded ages ago, I can't really expand on them much, unfortunately.
Original Word Count: 412
Updated Word Count: 503
Please, review. :D
~CL
