Here it is, Chapter 2.
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Hermione broke down to her knee's, still gasping at the clock. It was still a picture of the young Ron, young and simple, his blue eyes blinking at Hermione. They were smiling but his hand was pointed at the same one as Fred's. 'Dead'. She felt cold, and shaky. New tears spilling from her eyes. More tears then ever before. What had happened while she was gone? She felt like being sick, her head spinning. In attempt to comfort herself, she got up and looked into his eyes in a nearby picture. It was a picture the Daily Prophet had taken after the battle.
Harry, Ron and herself were in the middle. Harry in the middle, Ron on his right and Hermione on the left. Ron's face was facing to the left, looking at Hermione lovingly, every so often at the camera. She meanwhile, was looking at the camera but at Ron from the corner of her eye. Her smile was bigger then anyone. Although normally it would have been Fred and George's. But George's smile was very half-hearted his eyes still miserable from the loss of his closest friend. His twin.
This thought just made her more miserable. Wow. She cried a lot. Suddenly getting an idea, she trekked upstairs and lay on Ron's bed, her head in his pillow. It smelt like his hair, comforting and warm. She felt so exhausted, she had barely slept at her own home. Before long, her eyes slowly closed, the tears stopped and her breathing became steady again.
She was awakened by the sound of creaking downstairs. Her eyes battered open and she found sat bolt upright. Finally, someone was here. It was about 6:00 pm. She had slept for 8 hours. It was extremely cold now. Odd because it was August, but still, English summers I suppose. She got up and rubbed her arms. Maybe it was a bad day just to wear a t-shirt. Quickly she turned and took Ron's blankets off his bed and wrapped them around herself. She suddenly felt warmer.
Content and warm she slowly came downstairs, her wand infront of her. It could be a burglar. The lights on downstairs so it must be safe. She let out a sigh of relief and carried on down the steps. But no-one was there. Disappointed she went over to the clock. Everyone's was still at 'Camping', apart from Ron and Fred's. Her eyes shifted to 'Dead'. But Ron's wasn't there anymore. Her heart started thumping as she followed the clock. Ron's was at 'Home'. Overjoyed she looked at the clock beaming. He wasn't dead. She felt like flying.
Suddenly she felt a presence behind her. Her beam got bigger and bigger. Two arms wrapped around her shoulder.
"So... Where were you?" Hermione asked, turning to face her love. She looked up into his eyes, blue meeting brown. He tightened his grip on her.
"Camping."
She was so confused now.
"But the clock said you were Dead though. I was so scared." Hermione leant her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Ron suddenly burst out laughing.
"Oh that! Dad was fixing the clock and removing Fred's, but he got too emotional. So he asked me to do it. Since the clock is only used to him fixing it, it got confused and then when I was removing Freds' it fixed mine to the same one as his. I've just fixed it."
There was a silence.
"So... where were you camping? And why?" she said, breaking the silence. He looked down at her.
"We were at a muggle festival. Dad insisted." he sighed. Hermione laughed and nestled into his chest. Finally, Ron released here and smiled. "I just came back here to find my wand. I left it behind."
Hermione felt happiness well up inside her. Ron was the greatest thing in her life now. She couldn't help but feel depressed when he finally released her from the long embrace. As he searched the house she admired him. His flame red hair was gorgeus and floppy, slightly emo, but she liked it that way. Gangly though his body was it had grown to be attractive. He was wearing muggle clothes, a grey polo and black jeans. She felt like telling him that all he needed was an MCR t-shirt and he could be mistaken for a hard core fan, maybe she could buy him one. As she was watching him, she suddenly spotted a lump in the pocket of his jeans, shaped like a thin stick. She rolled her eyes.
"Ron! Have you checked your pocket?"
"Huh? Oh right!" he pulled the wand out of his pocket. Hermione started to chuckle walking up to him and taking him by surprise by kissing him on the mouth. He still blushed. Again Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Ron. We've kissed more than that. Yet you still blush. And there's no-one around."
"Yeah." he grimaced leaning in to finish what she had began.
About half an hour later, there was a crack and someone appeared behind them. She and Ron didn't even notice, they were too, let's just say 'busy'. But the were interrupted nonetheless. Behind them, the mystery person wolf-whistled. Ron quickly pushed her away, a bit too forcively so that she had to rub her chest. Seeing who it was he let out a sigh of relief. Hermione turned. It was their best friend Harry.
"Oh hi Harry." Hermione was blushing out of control but mustered a greeting. His eyebrows raised, Harry circled the two like a police investigator.
"So you two. Do you admit to the fact that both of you are meant for eachother?" he tutted, putting on his best London policeman voice. Ron half-smiled.
"I think we admitted to that before now. But yes."
Hermione smiled at his courage and rewarded him by kissing him on the cheek. Ron looked over at her and grinned.
"I'm glad they sent me." grimaced Harry. "Anyways, you both should really come back to the camp, it's time for tea."
They both nodded. It was so great to have them all back together again. Each of them with an identical wide smile on their faces they apparated to the Festival.
