He's gone away for to stay a little while,
But he's coming back if he goes ten thousand miles
Oh who will tie my shoes?
And who will glove my hands
And who will kiss my ruby lips when he's gone.
Oh he's gone, gone away, over yonder
Pappy'll tie my shoes
And mammy'll glove my hands
And you will kiss my ruby lips when you come back.
Oh he's gone, gone away over yonder.
Written by Ron Nelson
(How Ironic)
He was really gone; he really left, left me even after he promised. I never want to see that arse again. Another batch of fresh tears fell down my face. Harry's arms wrapped around my shaking body and led my to my bed.
"He'll be back, Hermione, back in no time." He turned to leave when I said,
"No, he promised he would never leave, he's too ashamed to come back right now." Harry turned around.
"When did he promise?"
"He promised me, never the leave me Harry, if he values certain parts of his body I swear I will hex them off next time I see him." Obviously understanding what 'them' meant he sat on my bed next to my still crying body.
"Hermione, I know that he loves you, he just can't express things normally. I also know that you love him as well. So it wouldn't be wise to hex his bits off." Hermione blushed furiously.
FASTFORWARD…
I was right again, Ron was still gone. Harry's 'soon' had turned into months. I went to bed early tonight, the tears have come early and I began to think about Ron, I miss him so much it hurts. I have no clue where he if he is okay, oh god, I hope he's safe.
"Hermione," Harry nudged me.
"Hmmm?"
"Wake up; I have a surprise for you." I rolled out of my covers. Everything was blurry until…
.GOD.
He came back, YES… I-I-I mean no. I want him to hurt, hurt so much for what he did to me. He has some nerve to come back. With that I lunged at him punching, kicking, biting, kneeing, and scratching where ever I could. His hands grabbed my hips to pull me off. Another set of hands wrapped around my stomach. When they finally lifted me off of the arse, I reviewed my damage. A forming bruise made his face bright red, scratches were seen on his arms some so deep there were beads of blood bubbling up through the skin.
"That was quite a welcome." He joked.
Hours later when Harry was on his watch I felt someone else get in my bed.
"Ronald, I swear if you don't get out of my bed I will kill you."
"You can't 'Mione, I have your wand. Besides I just want to talk." I felt his arms around my waist and his hot breath in my ear. "I wasn't expecting all the violence from you." I wiggled around to face him.
"Ron, this wasn't the first time you've done this to me, broken my heart. Also I am not that desperate to be with you to fall all over you." Ron rolled his eyes.
"Damnit Hermione, stop pretending. Harry told me everything, how depressed you were when I left. Yeah, I am sorry, yeah I want to go back and fix it, but I can't. I deserve every hateful remark you have. However by leaving I have realized that I can't live with out you." He swiftly caught my lips with his own.
"I'm still mad at you." I said closing my eyes.
"Keep telling yourself that 'Mione," His arms tightening around me.