Disclaimer: Sorry, nope i dont own HP charaters still...alto I have tried to steal them on several accounts the dogs keep biting my ass that are gaurding them. :(
Authors note: Sorry for the late update. My Ex step mother died and than I put my self into work double time. Sorry all but I hope this is ok for a chapter. Please tell me if you would like me to continue with one more chapter with a tad bit of more detail.
The three of them landed just beyond the Burrow's fence line. Charlie kept ahead of Ron and Hermione, his mind reeling with questions.
What had happened to these kids? Why were they so suicidal? Charlie knew just how much it took to be Harry Potter's best friend, danger all the time, have to be quick, on top of defense against the dark arts as possible, heave to see things that no one should have to see. Seeing Harry depressed and helpless to make it go away, that wears on everyone.
He could understand them cutting themselves to make it all "better" but he could not see why they were so suicidal, at the end of their ropes. Why not come to each other or one of the Weasley's for help? Hermione especially, she is the one he thought was smart enough to know that they were all there for her.
He decided, he would let Ron and Hermione go to his room to talk it out and let Hermione stitch up Ron while he owled his parents than he would have a talk with both of them separately tonight after everyone had gone to sleep.
Charlie Weasley wrote his parents a quick note saying they had found him and were back at home, Charlie rummaged through the laundry looking for clothes for Ron to wear he knew his mother had gone through and took all of Ron's sweaters to have them washed with the intentions to put them away for the rest of summer.
Not a word had been spoken from Ron nor Hermione since they had gotten back. Both had secrets that the other did not know and they both were unsure how to say it. Ron sat back on his bed avoiding Hermione's eyes while Hermione paced back in forth occasionally stopping in front of Ron trying to talk to him about what she had done give him the speech that Charlie had given her.
Hermione's mouth opened and closed several times trying to let out her secret but her throat froze, not a sound would come out. Hermione turned to look out the window and closed her eyes thinking about what Charlie had said to her and knowing the feeling of not wanting to feel so alone in this.
"Ron…" She had finally managed to get out, she kept her eyes trained on the lightning and the rain clouds in the sky.
"Ron… before we do this…I mean stitch this up and your family comes home I need to tell you something…" She turned to look at him.
Her heart seemed to skip a beat in her chest when she saw his eyes staring back at her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the thread and needle summoned for the bowl of water and rag and sat next to him on his bed. She took his arm and dabbed the cloth on his wound. She looked him in the eyes,
"Ron I have loved you since the day that you saved me from the troll, but in third year when Sirius took you into the Shrieking Shack that was when I knew I was in love with you. I have stood by your side and watched you grow everyday into this man you have become. I have wanted to tell you but I have been scared…terrified if you believe it. I look in the mirror and see this…and I know you deserve better and I would just let it pass…I would suppress my love for you. I have done this for years and now…well just to get right out in the open I did the same thing you did today. Its not just being in love you. I have other things happen to me that I have never told anyone and I will tell you so to make my point clearer. Before I came to Hogwarts not only was I teased for my looks and smarts but my friends brother used to baby-sit me and he did things to me that never should have happened my father is a abusive alcoholic and beats me constantly. I sound so whinny and stupid right now but Ron I could not deal with it anymore."
The tears began to stream down her face and she choked on the sob threatening to escape but she breathed deeply she had to tell Ron everything no matter what. She clipped the thread and began another stitch on his wrist before she continued.
"Ron…I have to tell you something and I am not sure how you are going to take it but I cant hold it in any longer all last term Draco hit me and he did things to me that my friends brother did to me, I am so sorry but I just could not deal with any of this with out you and I know I do not deserve you, not in the slightest so I tried to end my life today, I cut my wrist and Charlie found me and saved me. Please Ron I am so sorry for never telling you any of this I am sorry." She cried harder in his arms he held her to his chest long enough to whisper in Hermione's ear that everything will be ok. She pulled herself up and wiped at her tears before finishing the last stitch on his wrist.
"This stitch, this stitch will always be here the scar will be profound and hopefully it will remind you that someone loves you…it also tells you that not only did you suffer someone suffered with you Ron. It hurt me to do that to you, I shared the pain you were in and I hope that stays with you not as guilt but as a reminder. A reminder that I love you enough that I will always be there to help you to help heal you. See Charlie did it to me." Hermione lifted her sleeve to show Ron the cut that Charlie had stitched for her.
Ron reached over and ran is finger over the stitches than up her arm and softly ran his fingers over the other scars on her arm. Some were neat and carefully planned where she wanted them, others were fierce and deep made out of anger not sadness, some were newer and purple where as others were the same shade of tan as her and old.
He looked up at her and took her other hand in his keeping his eyes on hers he rolled up her other sleeve. He examined them the same way he had the other arm, carefully running his fingertips on her scars feeling the pain she felt, letting the pain soak through his fingers and into his heart. He never knew she did any of this and it effected him in a way that he could not figure out.
He was angry at himself for never seeing the signs, scared that the smartest witch of their school could do this to herself, sad because the girl that he loved more than life itself was in this much pain and never realized it…but there was one other emotion he never felt before well one her never thought he would feel… he felt as if he was not alone. He felt guilty because of it, he felt almost happy to know he was not alone.
Ron looked at Hermione his hand wandered to her face, letting his fingertips gently touch her. They began at her temple and came down to her cheeks where they found a few stray tears and he swept them away. He let his fingertips glide over her lips with a overwhelming feeling of wanting to kiss her.
His eyes followed the path of his fingers to her jaw line and to the misplaced curl in her eyes he pushed it out of her eyes and fell into her hair he loved the feeling of her skin and the soft curls between his fingers, he never wanted to let that go. He closed his eyes and breathed her scent in and tears came to his eyes.
"Hey you two, umm mum and dad will be here soon just thought I would let you know. Ron, Hermione come here I want to do a charm on you so no one will see the cuts. Mum wants to take both of you to St. Mungo's." Charlie entered and stood in the doorway.
Ron stood up at his sudden appearance while Hermione sat on the bed in shock.
"Why me? Did you tell her what happened Charlie?" She stood up next to Ron and he reached behind and took her hand in his.
"No she was just saying that you looked somewhat peaky and skinny. She just wants to make sure you are ok Hermione." Charlie walked up to Hermione and Ron and took his wand out of his pocket and took Hermione by the hand and put his wand on her arm. A warm red glow engulfed her arm when it faded there was a clear arm not one scar visible.
Ron recognized the spell and did his own while Charlie did Hermione's other arm.
"Do you think I should do this to my other ones?" Hermione asked the floor. She could not bring herself to look him in the eyes, she could not handle the look in his eyes.
"Where else are they?" He asked.
"My legs, my back, my stomach…my chest." She played with a stray string on her sleeve.
"Maybe I don't know what all they are all going to check so maybe." Charlie told her how to do the spell and she went to the bathroom.
Hermione came back and Charlie left them alone to talk before his parents came home. Ron was staring out of the window staring at the dark skies waiting for the rain to begin, Hermione stood behind him.
They stood in silence staring at the sky listening to the thunder roll around them and watched the lightning light the sky a majestic purple. Ron turned around and faced Hermione, he put his hand out to her she looked at him not knowing what was going to happen next but she trusted him with her life since the day she met him why not now?
She took his hand in hers and followed him out the door down the stairs into the kitchen and out the back door. The storm was right above them now, she could smell the rain in the air while the thunder rumbled and made her stomach tremble.
Ron led her to the Quidditch pitch his father had made for him and his siblings years ago. The willow was swaying in the breeze that came through St. Ottery Catchpole that was where Ron stopped and held her hand in his.
"What are we doing Ron? The storm is here." Hermione looked back at the sky it was getting darker now, it was right above them now.
"I want to tell you something and no I could not have told you inside Hermione." Ron's eyes sparkled at her.
"I have been in love with you for a long time too Hermione I think we both know that but I have been scared to tell you. Not only because I was scared that you loved someone else or that if I told you, you would just laugh and we could never be friends again. But than I know that you deserve better than me, more than I could give you Hermione. I am not smart I could never get a job that would be able to give you all the things you deserve Hermione. You deserve someone that can give you all the things you need and want, you deserve a guy that is strong and handsom and smart. Not me Hermione, I am none of those things. And as for what you were saying about looking in the mirror seeing "this" I see "this" Hermione." Ron ran his hand down Hermione's side, stroking her face before continuing.
"I see a beautiful girl, I see a smart girl that is going to go places and change things in this world. I see a girl with so much heart that I am sure that you will forgive you father and your friends brother and Draco, I know you Hermione and you have a beautiful heart and I think you are beautiful. You deserve someone just like that, you deserve someone like Harry or Dean." Ron reached up and wiped at her tears.
"I have some secrets too Hermione and I want to tell you them. This is my sanctuary Hermione, I come here every night and run 40 laps around the pitch and I cutt and everything, this is where I come to get my mind off of everything and remind myself that you deserve better. At first this place was a place for me to get in shape, maybe become stronger for you, maybe get good enough at Quidditch that I might one day play for the Cannons and have enough money for you to have the world if you wanted it." they had walked to the middle of the pitch Ron looked up at the sky contemplating his next words.
"Hermione…Draco…I am so sorry. It's my fault. I defied him once and he told me he would come after you." Ron had a few tears coming down his face which Hermione swept them away letting her hand linger on his face. He opened his eyes to see Hermione looking at him with a curious look on her face.
Ron let go of her hand and turned around and walked a few feet away from her, he felt her hand on his shoulder so he took a deep breath before continuing what he had intended to do.
"Draco… has been hurting me Hermione. Once a week is normal but sometimes he takes me a few more times a week. He wanted you Hermione so I did what he wanted. I am so sorry that he hurt you. Its all my fault, I fought him a few times and he told me he would get to you soon. I wish I would have just…I don't know what I wished I would have done but all the same I wished I would have done it 'Mione I am so sorry. I will not fight him anymore. I wont let him hurt you again I promise." Hermione walked in front of Ron to look him in the eyes.
"Ron please I love you. We will find a way to make him stop hurting us both. I am sorry that you had to get hurt Ron. We will figure it out Ron I promise." Her hands were on his cheeks holding his head up so she could look him in the eyes.
"Ron I love you. I don't want anyone else I want you Ron, I love you so much Ron, please tell me you love me too and we can be together. I want nothing in this world but you." Hermione stared at his blue eyes waiting for an answer after they both had let themselves be so vulnerable and open with each other.
The Thunder rolled and the lightning streaked the sky Ron closed his eyes and let his unshed tears fall. A raindrop fell and landed on Hermione's face a few more while Ron stayed silent. Hermione's heart quickened thinking he would reject her. A deep breath came from Ron and he looked up at the sky letting the rain smother him.
"Dance with me?" He looked at her while taking her hand.
"Here? In the rain?" She smiled at him. "There's no music Ron." He began humming a tune he had heard at King's Cross.
"Please Hermione." Ron smiled at her, making her knees weak and he heart melt, by now the rain had began to come down in sheets drenching them both to the bone.
Ron hummed the tune again and put his other hand on the small of Hermione's back putting the other hand high in the air with Hermione's hand still in his. A tear fell from the corner of his eye it went unnoticed with the rain mixing with it.
They began to dance together letting the rain wash away all the worries and the memories of not being together.
Hermione's wild bushy hair was now straight and down past her shoulders rain dripping off the ends. A smile slowly came to her face when he spun her around their eyes never leaving each other's he caught her and brought her to his chest her hand laying over his heart, she could feel every beat.
He was nervous having her so close to him and not knowing what to do next but he never let go and never stopped looking in her eyes a small smile broke over his face watching her feeling her in his arms and she wanted to be there amazed him. The song he hummed became louder as he spun her again and they danced closer and slower.
"I love you Hermione, I want to hold you forever, you are all I will ever need, you are my life the truest friend I have ever known, you are my world, all of my dreams, my reality and my fantasy I love everything you are." Ron whispered in her ear the chorus of the song he hummed. When he looked back at her he smiled wider than had ever seen and giggled
"What was that Mr. Weasley? I didn't quiet hear you. Say that again." she smiled at him and Ron smiled and laughed with her.
"I love you I said." he had said a little louder, she giggled again.
"I'm sorry? I didn't hear that." he had caught on by now. He backed away a little keeping his grip on her and tilting his head up to the sky letting the rain engulf him,
"I love you Hermione Jean Granger. I love you." he screamed it at the top of his lungs for the whole world to hear. He looked back at Hermione and spun her around again and she giggled the giggle that made him love her just so much more.
She copied him and tilted back holding on the Ron to keep her up. "I love you Ronald Bilius Weasley. I love you." together they laughed.
Ron leaned down and caught her off guard, he brushed his lips against hers and took a breath their hearts pounding out of their chests and their breath quickened.
Ron leaned down and kissed her again this time putting all the emotion he could into the kiss, trying to tell her he loved her more than his own life. His hand went to her hair, entangling itself in the strands of brown wet curls, her hands lulled his back. He hugged her to him intensifying the kiss pulling her into his arms more than could possibly be imagined, she jumped into his arms putting her arms around his neck and his arms went under her so she would not fall as her legs wrapped around his waist, he twirled in the rain dancing with her.
Soaking in the rain and the kiss and the feeling of her lips on his this was the moment in his life he would always look back on and always remember that at one time in his life he was king of the world and nothing could ever take that from him.
When she had to pull away for breather, they just looked at each other and smiled. She slid back to the ground and kissed him again running her hand through his hair.
A small giggle escaped her lips before she turned around at the sound of Mrs. Weasley behind them crying.
"I am so happy that you two have finally seen what the rest of us have been seeing for the past 5 years. Now come on you two lets get you to St. Mungo's if their was nothing wrong with you before I am sure there is now dancing in the rain like this." Mr. Weasley kissed Hermione on the cheek before she turned around and headed towards the house.
Hermione watched as Molly headed for the house and squeezed Ron's hand before looking at him.
"You are perfect and I am so sorry I never plucked up the courage to tell you this before but I guess that this was when we both needed to know huh? Dancing in the rain? I never really thought about it before but I think it has to be the most romantic thing I have ever heard of, I am so glad that you did that Ron, it was amazing. Thank you." She got on her tip toes and kissed him again.
He could feel her smile grow in their kiss. She giggled as he began to kiss her neck,
"I bet you can't catch me Ronald." Hermione exclaimed and began to run towards the Burrow with Ron not far behind her laughing and smiling. He relaized how much he had missed smiling in that moment.
Well what did yall think? I hope it was ok. Well if you would like to have more detail on Ron and Hermione going to St. Mungo's let me know I would be happy to write some more.
Still running low on ideas for stories please if you have any put it in the review or you could send me a message. Would love it might even bake some smores or anything you want.
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Love always
Maggie
