I'm just gunna start off with the really rude comment that I have that I feel I must let out: you all suck at motivating me!
Though, I am forgiving, and I will give you this chance to motivate me more properly. I just got lucky, this chapter was short and easy to write, as well as I managed to slip away from responsibility to write some (I got in trouble though...so you better all damn appreciate this chapter! Haha, I'm just messing with you...)
I may have time this weekend, but I'm not counting on it, so...what I said in the last chapter about updating also applies to this chapter.
Chapter 7
Five dark shapes came pouring into the room through the newly open door. He noticed he had his glasses on and his wand was dropped to the floor beside the bed.
"What the hell were you doing up here, mate?" came the concerned voice of Ron.
"Fred and I here, we thought you were having an amusing dream," said George, motioning towards Ron with his hand. "Kind of like our brother, Ron here, had."
No matter how serious Harry felt about the dream, how terrifyingly stupid it was, he couldn't help but laugh a little as he thought back to Ron's dream in which he held Ron's hand.
"Where's Ginny?" Now was Harry's turn to talk, and he wanted to get straight to business.
"Ahh..." came the voice of Fred. "Dreaming about our sister, were you?"
"I believe that is the only reason I could ever dream of hurting you, Harry," said George.
Fred and George walked over to the side of Harry's bed and Fred reached out and grabbed Harry's shoulder holding it tight in his grip. "And believe me...we will hurt you."
"Is that a threat?" Harry asked, his eyebrows raised.
As his eyes were adjusting to the light, Harry could see evil smirks spread across their faces. This didn't help him any when it came to calming down after such a nightmare. Instead of his sweating ceasing, he began to sweat more.
Fred and George seemed to have taken notice of this and started laughing.
Harry rolled his eyes as he slapped himself mentally for being so gullible. As his eyes came to rest, he saw two figures in front of the doorway, one with long hair, and the other seemed to be bending over to be at level with the other shadow's mouth. It seemed that one was whispering something to the other, but what they were saying, he did not know. He figured these two who were talking were Hermione and Mr. Weasley.
After Harry pulled his thoughts away from Hermione and Mr. Weasley, he was going to defend himself against Fred and George for being a victim of their amusement. However, he never got the chance to, because Mr. Weasley finally began to speak. "Fred, George, come with me, and we'll head back downstairs."
Fred grudgingly let go of Harry's shoulder as he dragged his feet out of the room.
Once the room was cleared out, the door was closed and the candles were lit, Hermione made her way to the bed beside Harry. Ron seemed to want to keep his distance, so he stayed put at the foot of the bed, watching Harry with concerned eyes.
"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked, concern evident in her voice.
"I'm fine," Harry insisted. "It was only a dream."
"Harry, you have had your 'only a dream' times before—"
"Hermione! It's fine! It was only a dream!"
For some reason, far beyond Harry's and Ron's understanding, Hermione's concern seemed to vanish in an instant and she stormed out of the room and down the stairs.
"What the bloody hell was that all about?" asked Ron, taken aback. Harry shook his head, his face showing that he was just as confused about this huffy Hermione as Ron was. "What were you dreaming about anyway?"
"I need to talk to Ginny," Harry said, completely ignoring Ron, as he got up out of his bed and made his way for the door. "Sorry, but it's important that I do."
Hermione hurried down the stairs, full of frustration for things she couldn't even fully understand. As she found herself back in the kitchen, she saw Fred and George sitting at the table eating their previously left sandwiches. "Hey, Her—" called Fred, though he was cut off by a wave of her hand as she set off towards the front door.
As she was close to the door, she heard a sarcastic George yell out to her. "Hermione, don't run away just because Ron is being a prat again!"
Hermione made her way over the threshold and found herself a little patch of lawn where she could just sit and be alone, which proved to be difficult, being that some friends of the Weasleys had taken the liberty of sleeping on the lawn.
As she sat, she became unaware of the time passing her by; she didn't know if it was approaching late afternoon or late morning, but right now, what time it was, was the least of her worries. She had a hell of a year ahead of her, and she knew that, and she had, quite frankly, accepted it. However, all the times she thought about leaving on the Horcrux hunt with Harry and Ron, she had dreamt of the three of them setting off on a dangerous adventure, having each other's backs and getting each other out of tight fixes. Though, the way things were going, it seemed that nothing of the sort would take place.
Harry was being disturbed again, and she was quite sure it was by Voldemort. If only he would learn his damn occlumency! Hermione thought. Not to mention, she had the burden of Ron on her shoulders. She had had her fights with him in the past, but never was it so crucial to get along with him.
A silent tear slid down her cheek as she stared at the ground, letting her depressing thoughts take her mind. What she needed more then anything right now was a friend...
She looked up towards the sky, but discovered that in her way of viewing the clouds changing form was something much more beautiful...or someone much more beautiful: Ronald Weasley.
Now...motivate me.
Alternate Scene:
I'm adding this because my friend wanted this in my story...but, I think I am through with complete and utter randomness (no offense, firecracker). The beginning and ending are the same as what is in the actual story, but the part in the middle is what is different.
Hermione hurried down the stairs, full of frustration for things she couldn't even fully understand. As she found herself back in the kitchen, she saw Fred and George sitting at the table eating their previously left sandwiches. "Hey, Her—" called Fred, though he was cut off by a wave of her hand as she set off towards the front door.As she was close to the door, she heard a sarcastic George yell out to her. "Hermione, don't run away just because Ron is being a prat again!"
Starts here:
Ignoring him, Hermione opened the door. Though, she may have opened it a little too quickly, because the moment she stepped outside her face plummeted into the grass as she tripped over a hung over wedding guest, who obviously didn't make it home the previous night.
"What the hell is going on?" the man asked groggily as he lifted his face off of the grass. Hermione figured he must have been one of Bill's friends.
Hermione ignored him as she picked herself back up and walked over to an empty patch of land where she could just sit and be alone.
Ends.
As she sat, she became unaware of the time passing her by; she didn't know if it was approaching late afternoon or late morning, but right now, what time it was, was the least of her worries. She had a hell of a year ahead of her, and she knew that, and she had, quite frankly, accepted it. However, all the times she thought about leaving on the Horcrux hunt with Harry and Ron, she had dreamt of the three of them setting off on a dangerous adventure, having each other's backs and getting each other out of tight fixes. Though, the way things were going, it seemed that nothing of the sort would take place.
Harry was being disturbed again, and she was quite sure it was by Voldemort. If only he would learn his damn occlumency! Hermione thought. Not to mention, she had the burden of Ron on her shoulders. She had had her fights with him in the past, but never was it so crucial to get along with him.
A silent tear slid down her cheek as she stared at the ground, letting her depressing thoughts take her mind. What she needed more then anything right now was a friend...
She looked up towards the sky, but discovered that in her way of viewing the clouds changing form was something much more beautiful...or someone much more beautiful: Ronald Weasley.
