So yeah, back from unknown! I had this plot bunny bite me again and I had to write it. I have a couple more in mind I am working on.
Disclaimer: yeah not mine, so forth.
Also, I combine the way things happen in the books and the movies together, so if one thing happens in one "world" but not the other... well I am sure you can manage.
Sorry if it has any typos and so forth. Bunnies are evil and sometimes come out funny :)
onto three...
It infuriated her. It made her alive again. He was alive.
He was back. He distracted her. He infuriated her.
Over and over the feeling of fury and relief washed through her body. She couldn't even focus on the book she basically knew by heart now that was sitting on her lap.
Focus, Granger. You are not out of this yet. Keep reading... there is another clue in here somewhere...
She wrapped her thick blanket around her once more. Tightening its warmth and grip around her. She sat there on the frozen forest floor, a few feet away from the tents entrance, trying to keeping watch. Escape his presence was more like it. She couldn't stand the fact one of the knots in her stomach disappeared the moment she saw him. The bone breaking, freezing temperatures that shivered her core reached boiling levels in just seconds the moment she locked eyes with him. After that, since he went into the tent with Harry, she felt her heart go back into a familiar, steady and fastened rate.
She frowned... looking at one particular hand drawn symbol on the page...
He destroyed ONE Horcrux. There are too many left... maybe if we go see Xenophilius Lovegood. I have seen this symbol before...
She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken, happy or rather anything but stern. Despite the cold, the clear lack of food and sustainable environment. Ronald Weasley would sit on the even colder side of things. He left; he walked away from her when she begged him to stop. She would have done anything to try and explain things to him that night. But he walked away. It absolutely baffled her. She thought they were making progress... or whatever she thought they had been doing.
Small moments, where it was evident to her that they were growing closer. The way he calmed her down when she arrived at the Burrow after she erased her parents memories... or the way he held her and looked down into her eyes at the wedding when they danced. Few sporadic moments when they shared each other's company without the Locket ruining either ones morale. Small moments that would give her something to dream about and block out the nightmares that constantly kept her up.
A smile threatened to creep on her face.
NO.
She rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and hung her head back, releasing a frustrated sigh.
All the time he was away, she never really thought of what she would feel or do when he returned, or if he ever would. The way she imagined it, or so she thought, did not even begin to compare the way it actually happened. In reality, she could not even begin to attempt to compare them. The turmoil in her overran her rational mind and she kicked into a gear of fury, frustration and relief all at once.
She was so happy to see him intact, walking with his usual swagger, lugging his big rucksack. He was alive. He was back! With a destroyed Horcrux no less!
Surprisingly this also infuriated her.
But nothing was more terrifying for her to realize that his return simply solidified the uncertainty she had been brewing in the back of her head over the past couple of months.
Without a doubt, her love for Ronald Weasley was special, unique and terrifying all at once. There was no denying it anymore. She could not help it. And by the way he told her about the way the deluminator worked for him. The way his voice broke... the way he focused on her. He was step for step with her.
It gave her shivers. The pure, raw emotion in his bright blue eyes...
She was no fool. There was no way to back pedal away from what she saw.
She looked down to the book in her lap; she knew she was right about seeing Mr. Lovegood. However she knew it would be hard to convince Harry to agree to it knowing how well their last adventure had gone...they had nearly died...
The sound of fire coming from the tent broke her reverie.
Ronald Weasley you burn down our tent and I will drop you off in Azkaban myself!
"What's going on in here!" she said as she charged into the tent.
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