A/N: I still want to know if I should continue the story. Thank you Rock Not War for being my only reviewer that I can actually type back to. Oh, and sorry if the characters are kinda off, but hey! Its my first fanfiction :)
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Hermione woke up again, noticing than Ron and Harry were still there.
"I'm really sorry" Harry apologized. "I didn't notice you weren't paying any attention.
"Its all right Harry, can we just go home?" She asked.
"Yeah, I guess, unless Mrs.Weasley has a fit." He chuckled.
They were soon on their way home, but not without Mrs. Weasley warning them about letting Hermione fly. Hermione was so grateful; she couldn't help but smile all the way home.
No more falling off of anymore brooms, Hermione thought.
When, she flooed home, she was forced up into bed, Mrs. Weasley complaining that she needed to stay in bed.
She reminds me so much of Madam Pomfrey, Hermione thought.
She was about to lay down, when she spotted the rose that Malfoy had given her not so long ago. Everything came back to her, and it pained her to know he was in so much trouble. She hid the rose as a knock came at the bedroom door.
"Who is it?" Hermione called out, wondering whom it might be.
"It's Ron," spoke the person outside the door.
"Oh, come on in!" she exclaimed. She couldn't wait to see his freckly sun tanned face. He always made her smile. He's such a good friend.
"Um, 'Mione, I need to ask you something. Something important." Ron said, stuttering"What is it Ron? Spit it out!" Hermione said nervously.
" Umm, Hermione, I just wanted to know, would you, umm, would you go out with me?" he said, his stomach doing back flips as he said the words.
"Umm, Ron? My head kinda hurts, so can I think about for a while before deciding? I still don't feel good after that fall."
"OK, Hermione." Ron said a little too quickly. He dashed out of the room, his ears redder than ever.
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Ron's Point of view:
He went dashing out of the room, can't believing what he just said. All he was supposed to ask was if she was feeling ok He could feel his ears getting redder by the second. Not noticing, he ran into Harry.
"Ron, were are you going?" Harry asked.
"Umm, just downstairs, helping mum cook dinner. Harry, could you ask Hermione if she's feeling okay, I have to go peel potatoes." Ron said, racing down the stairs.
"OK, sure," Harry answered, slightly aware that something was up with Ron.
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Hermione's Point Of View:
Hermione was confused, not knowing what to do. At that moment, Harry walked in.
"'Mione, Ron wanted me to ask you if you are Ok. Are you?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yea-no I'm really confused. Can you help me Harry? I really need someone to talk to."
"Sure, Hermione, you can trust me."
"Thanks, Harry, you're the best friend ever!"
Hermione went into detail about meeting Malfoy in Ron's room, telling why she fell off the broomstick and what Ron had asked her just a few minutes before Harry walked in.
"Wow, Hermione, I can understand why you're confused. It would make anyone confused! All I can tell you is, follow your heart, and it will lead you to what you want."
"Thanks, Harry" I'll be down for dinner in a little bit."
"You're welcome 'Mione. You've helped me out plenty of times before." Hermione then knew what she was going to do, but it wouldn't come lightly.
Hermione worried about how everyone she knew would react. But that didn't matter now. She had to talk to Ron. She walked up to Ron's bedroom, and gently knocked on the door. She wouldn't be able to guess what came next, even though she had it all planned out in her head.
Ron opened the door, and led Hermione inside. Hermione sat down on the bed, and was about to start talking, when Ron interrupted.
"Hermione, I know you don't love me how I love you. I know it's not your fault, Ron said sadly.
"But..Ron," Hermione started to say but she was interrupted again.
"Hermione, I know you've been avoiding me because you like someone else. I understand." Ron stated.
"Thank you Ron," Hermione said gently. She left the room slightly heart broken, and knew that Ron felt even worse.
Hermione trudged slowly to her room, where an owl was tapping at the window. To her surprise, it was Draco's eagle owl. It had a letter, accompanied by another single, blood-red rose.
The letter said:
Dearest Hermione,
I wish I could be with you right now, but I am currently in hiding.
I won't say where, incase one of my Father's 'friends' intercepts this.
I miss you so much, it's tearing my heart out,
but I am doing this for my safety and yours.
If all goes well, I should be able to be with you,
by the holidays.
I love you so much,
Draco Malfoy
But, after she read it, she was close to crying. She couldn't imagine what he must have been living off of.
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A few days later, she found a newspaper clipping on the breakfast table, with a note to Hermione.
The note read: Hermione, I am terribly sorry about what happened, I am off to send an owl to Dumbledore. I'll talk to you later.
Sincerely,
Harry
Attached was a clipping with the headline of: Draco Malfoy Captured and under Ransom by Death Eaters.
After reading the clipping, she broke down and cried like never before. She had to get revenge on the Death Eaters.
A/N: I used your idea, Rock Not War, thanks! Oh, I almost forgot, in my story, Dumbledore hasn't died. R&R! Love you all!
Brie : )