Fears
"Ron. Ron. Ron!"
Ron moaned and woke up, promptly falling back asleep when he saw no immediate danger.
"I need-Ron? I don't believe it! He's fallen asleep again! Ronald Bilius Weasley!"
"What?"
"I'm scared."
"We all are. Except Harry, who somehow got some bloody idea that we're really ahead and You-Know-Who doesn't stand a chance."
"We DO have a chance. We've got a Horcrux."
"So? We can't destroy it. Maybe, if we're lucky, we can destroy all if the Horcruxes a year after You-Know-Who destroys the Wizarding World!"
"Ron, Harry's trying his best!"
"Yeah? Well, his best isn't good enough!"
"You can't do any better, Ronald!"
"Yeah, go defend him, your perfect friend. Just be careful."
"Thanks. I will." Hermione said. Ron plowed right through her.
"Don't let him realize how badly you want to snog him senseless."
"Ron! I don't...I thought you...I never wanted him! I thought you knew that!" Hermione's eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, so you want Victor then. You've just got rich boys lining your pocket, don't you? Nobody else good enough for you?"
"No!" The tears threatened to spill over. "I love this boy. Ginger haired, brown eyed. He's the one who know me best. He was one of the first I talked to when I got to Hogwarts. He's hardworking, would leave his family to do what he thinks is right."
"You fancy PERCY?"
"Ronald Bilius Weasley! You're so insensitive!" She slapped him, and walked away