The boggart

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Hermione was searching for her Arithmancy book. She was certain she had left it in the common room last night when she fell asleep in front of the fire, reading. She ran from floor to floor, looking everywhere she had been the previous night. She was vainly opening doors of the classrooms she passed, until all that was left on this floor was a broom cupboard.

She opened the door in desperation, willing her book to be inside, but when she did, the worst possible sight she could have ever imagined fell before her eyes. She screamed at the sight of Ron's lifeless corpse.

'HARRY!' she yelled, sobbing uncontrollably. Harry ran to her side, and she clung to him desperately, unable to look at the horror in front of her. 'He, never told him, love, oh Harry' she cried, burying her face into his chest, as he stared at the form in front of them. He wrapped his arms consolingly around the wretched Hermione, before saying 'No. This can't be right. I saw him just a minute ago.'

Hermione raised her head hopefully, barely daring to believe it was true. 'Ron?' she called out uncertainly. When no answer came, she hid her face once more in Harry's shoulder, and was enveloped by his strong arms.

'What the hell do you think you're doing, Potter?' came a vicious voice from along the corridor. Hermione was just beginning to raise her head as thwap! A fist had connected to Harry's face, forcing him backwards, bleeding.

She turned around, wand drawn, ready to curse whoever had harmed her friend that she needed now more than ever, and received the shock of her life. She stared up into a freckled, bright red face, whose cobalt eyes were glaring at their best friend, but swelling up with barely controlled tears.

'My god, Ron!' she exclaimed, and he spun around to face her. His eyes were blazing with fury, but as he noticed her tears they softened into a gentle, hopeless look. 'I'm sorry, Hermione, I didn't mean to hurt him. I should have known that you two were, uh, you know, from the start' he mumbled, unable to bring himself to actually say it.

What he was unprepared for however was Hermione launching herself into his arms, sobbing tears of joy. 'What on Earth…?' Ron began, and Hermione simply gestured to the fake Ron behind her. 'Bloody hell, Hermione, let's get you away from that thing' He said, eyes wide and unbelieving. He carried her a little way from his corpse, dropping her gently to the ground behind him.

As he began to approach, there was a loud CRACK! and the features on the body changed. It became a large, muscular boy, with short brown hair and a strong jaw, but seemed to have difficulty in keeping its shape. CRACK! The figure transformed into a slight, blond man with an easy smile and a pair of baby blue eyes. CRACK! The man gave way to a younger boy, with brown hair and a confident expression. CRACK! The figure became Neville, looking slightly out of place and terrified. CRACK! The figure became a final shape, a boy with jet black hair and glasses.

Ron looked white-faced and aggressive. At the appearance of each new figure he winced slightly, but glared at them, as if daring them to come a step closer to Hermione. 'Uh, Ron?' Hermione asked tentatively 'Why have Victor, Lockhart, Cormac, Neville and Harry all appeared in the cupboard?'

Ron sighed, and turned to her, dragging his eyes from the changing shapes in front of him. 'Probably for the same reason my corpse appeared in there Hermione. It's a boggart.' CRACK! Once more the creature became the famous Bulgarian seeker, and began with open arms towards Hermione. This seemed to be all Ron could take, as for the second time that day his fist connected with a face. The boggart gave a final CRACK! and disappeared.

Hermione smiled slightly, and moved towards him 'Your greatest fear is?' Ron sighed again and bowed his head, almost unable to look directly at her 'Losing you, Hermione. That's everyone who's ever threatened to take you from me'. Hermione grinned, and slid her arms around Ron's neck. 'None of them even came close, Ron. Didn't you wonder why my boggart was the only thing that could take you away from me forever?' Slowly, Ron began to grin his lopsided smile 'Really, Mione? So you…like me?' Hermione shook her head 'No, Ron. You don't know how much that scared me when I thought you were…' her voice cracked 'That's more than like'.

'I love you, Ron, i always have' Ron looked as if his face were going to split in half he was grinning so much 'I love you too, 'Mione' He leaned in for a kiss, and just as their lips were about to meet, they hearda weak voice moan 'I'm really happy for you guys, but could you PLEASE help me up?'.


Author note: Yes, I know, I'll use anyone as my scapegoat if it'll get Ron and Hermione together. I'm sorry to all you Harry fans, but it was his turn. Oh, and for those of you that don't know, Victor Krum took Hermione to the Yule ball; Hermione fancied Gilderoy Lockhart in her second year; Cormac McLaggen took her to Slughorn's Christmas party in Ron's place; Neville asked her to the Yule ball and Harry was just seen with his arms wrapped around her.

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