Shell Cottage Missing Moments
Hey guys! I know I haven't updated in awhile, but I've been really busy with my other story. It's called My Girl, and if you're a fan of Nessie/Jacob or Edward/Nessie from the Twilight Saga you should totally check it out. Anyway, I'm updating the missing moments today also, because school's out so I have a lot more free time. It's my first day of summer break and I've been sitting in my dark bedroom pecking away at the keys.
-Kat386
Dobby's burial was hell, especially for Hermione. I know she was just putting up a strong front for Harry- we both were. After we talked to Ollivander and the goblin, Fleur made us a nice dinner. I was glad to get some real food into Hermione's belly. She desperately needed it- we all did.
It was a somber night. Everyone was quiet. Everyone was keeping to themselves. No one knew what to say, or how to feel. Eventually Bill declared that we all needed to get to bed and try and get some rest. I ran up to check on Hermione, who Fleur had banished to bed right after tea. She was seemingly in the middle of a peaceful sleep, but I couldn't really tell and I was afraid to wake her up, so I left the room, promising myself I would check on her again later.
I bid Luna goodnight, and trudged down the stairs. Harry and Dean were both lounging in the living room chatting about God only knows what. It reminded me of our days at Hogwarts when we would all be laying around the dorm on a Sunday evening, complaining about how we had lessons the next day. Then I remembered the day's events and the little smile on my face fell right off.
I climbed under the blankets laid out on the sofa quickly muttering a 'goodnight' and 'fine' when they asked how Hermione was.
Hours later I was woken by an ear piercing scream. It was coming from the level up, and I knew Hermione was up there. I was climbing the stairs before Harry and Dean were even out from under the covers. I reached the door just as Bill did, yanking it open and rushing to Hermione's side.
She was sitting upright eyes wide with unknown horrors. Her breathing was heavy and erratic and she had tears streaming down her face. I gathered her in my arms, wrapping her up tightly. "Please don't leave me," she choked. "Please don't leave me, Ron."
"Hermione, you have Luna," Fleur piped in. I knew she was just trying to make her feel better, but I honestly just wanted her to shut up and leave us alone. Hermione needed me and Harry- no one else.
"I need Ron," she snapped. "Ron, I need you." She turned her chocolate eyes on mine. "Please don't leave me," she sobbed.
"I'll never leave you honey, I swear. I'll never leave you," I whispered it over and over again. Eventually everyone filed out until it was just me, Hermione, and Harry.
Harry came over and kissed her on the forehead. I knew he would feel as though it was his fault. "I'm so sorry, Hermione. Please just try and get some sleep." With that he left the room, feeling horrible I'm sure.
I lay Hermione back on her pillow, our hands staying entwined. "It's okay. You're okay. I promise I won't let anything happen to you ever again." I keep whispering soothing words in her ear.
"Stay with me the night," she pleads. I know she needs me, I'm just afraid I won't be able to control myself. "You're the only person that can make me feel safe. No one else."
"Okay, Hermione. I'm just going to go make you a cup of tea. I'll be right back, I swear," I kiss her temple and turn to leave the room.
"Ron, please hurry. I'm scared," she whimpers.
My heart pangs, and I quickly jog down the stairs, and tip toe past Harry and Dean's sleeping figures. I slip into the kitchen, my fingers fumbling around for the mugs. I've never been good under pressure, so the fact that I know Hermione is probably freaking out makes me freak out.
"Looking for this?" A voice asks from the corner of the deadly silent room. I jump up, instinctively grabbing for my wand. My eyes fall on Bill and I let my guard down. In his hand is a steaming mug of tea. "I put some Peaceful Sleep Potion in it. It should stop anymore nightmares. Just for the night, at least."
"Thanks," I start to back out of the room, but Bill puts out a hand stopping me.
"Ron, you have to tell me what happened. There might be more that we can do if we have some information on the situation," he pleads.
It's a lost cause, and he knows it. "Bill, we already told you everything we can you just-"
"You haven't told us anything! You show up to the house, carrying a half dead Hermione in your arms. I think we deserve an explanation."
"I already told you what I can! There's nothing else I can do," I yell back.
"Don't you care about Hermione? We may not know much of what went on, but she was very obviously tortured. If you truly felt anything for her then-"
"Don't you dare tell me how I feel about Hermione! You're right. You know nothing. You want information? Fine I'll give it to you. I was locked in a cellar, stuck listening to Hermione's screams while some evil bitch terrorized her. Do you know how that feels? Do you know how it feels to know the love of your life is a level above you being hurt and tortured and there's absolutely nothing you can do? I listened to her agonized screamed for what seemed like hours. Don't ever tell me I don't love her. You have no idea what we have gone through together." And with that I walked out, leaving my dumbstruck older brother behind me.
Dean was sitting up, and I know he just heard me proclaim my love for Hermione, but everyone knows anyway- everyone except Hermione. Plus, I made a vow not to hide my feelings for her anymore. I say a quick goodnight and find myself on the winding staircase yet again.
Luna must have gone for a walk or something (probably an excuse to leave us alone) because Hermione was still alone when I re-entered the room. I handed her the tea and she sipped it gratefully. I finally got up the courage to ask the question that's been burning my mind, "Hermione, what was your dream about?"
She stopped drinking and set her cup down on the side table. She winced as the skin that had Mudblood carved into it stretched out. She had a horrific cut on her neck from when Bellatrix held the knife to her throat. Bruises littered her skin all over, along with scratches from the chandelier. "We were back at the manor, but this time it was just the three of us. Bellatrix cut Harry from the ropes binding us, and then put you and me in the cellar. We could hear her questioning him, but for some reason he wouldn't answer anything, then suddenly he started screaming. He was telling us to get out. Then he went silent. We looked at each other, because we both knew what that meant. Then Malfoy came down to get you," her lip started to quiver, and she looked down at the blanket. She was picking at a loose strand, wrapping it around her finger so that eventually it turned red. I grabbed her hand and wove my fingers through hers. She smiled and continued, "He took you and you kept telling me to leave and save myself, but I would never leave without you. Please don't make me say the rest," she begged as a single tear escaped the corner of her eye.
"Its okay, Hermione," I soothe as I move to sit next to her. She leans into me and I wrap my arm gently around her. "I know it's painful to talk about. You don't have to tell me anymore."I lift up the comforter and she squirms underneath, me following right after. "Goodnight, honey."
