A/N: I know, a very late update again. Sorry! Thanks to JeanAndBilius, ShilenKnight, loverhr, BuzzWeasley, heronlove and Orange Chicken for the incredible feedback! I'm finally made a decision that this story is going to focus of ROMIONE and a bit of DRINNY. To those who are not familiar with Drinny, it is the ship of Ginny and Draco. I thank my friend, WeasleyIsMyKing540, to getting into me in this interesting ship! For this is my first fanfic including the ship, Drinny!
As always, feedback is appreciated! :D
Warning: Swearing..!
Disclaimer: I write fanfiction for entertainment purposes ONLY! I do not get payed money, instead I get payed with the joy to my readers who enjoy the story! I do not own Harry Potter or any of his pals, who are owned by J.K. Rowling. I only own the plot I made up (except for the plots from canon) and characters that are not recognizable to my fellow readers, aka OC's! Please don't sue me!
Chapter 8 ~ Knowing When to Stop
Then one night, as I closed my eyes
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Lost Boy - Ruth B.
After a day's worth, the two friends layed there ready for slumber to swallow them whole. However, the curious friend was still up. He looked out into the night skies, enjoying every second. Ron peaked over to see Hermione's prone figure peacefully resting. Ron smiled at the sight of how amazing she looked like, when she was relaxed. He looked over to see the elegantly sculptured periwinkle vase that was filled with water. It held the alstroemeria flower Ron gave to her.
He quietly sighed out with a small smile. Ron couldn't ask for a better friend. Sure, Hermione seemed like a prim and proper know-it-all, but really, she's actually a caring and wary friend. His heart went out for Hermione. He could see she never had a friend before, when she awkwardly accepted the request of their friendship. It made Ron want to laugh at those who misjudged her.
He yawned out and, closed his crystal blue eyes. The next thing he knew it, he dreamt about a beautiful angel from Heaven. Her soft and shiny curly hair draped down on his shoulders. She smiled at him and hugged him, giving him the best comfort he could ever remember.
\FoaB/
"Mummy! I wanna got out and collect some flowers!" A young girl with bushy brown hair begged her mother.
"Alright," her mother smiled, as she prepared the tent. "Just don't go too far!"
The young girl, Hermione Granger, smiled and grabbed her textbook about flowers. When she had just turned 10, her mother and father gave her an encyclopedia of flowers. It was something Hermione was very intrigued with.
She approached her first flowers, but it was the usual daisies and petunias. She shrugged, and went off to discover a new flower she had never seen before. That was when she saw a flower with a mix of the colors of white and red. It had slim rhombuses as its unique design. Hermione flipped through the pages of her textbook to finally find the matching description with the flower.
It was called an alstroemeria flower.
It was a very beautiful looking flower. She went to gently pluck out the flower to show her awaiting mother. When Hermione happily took a step forward, she accidentally stepped into a deep pit which was hiding in the wild grass of the woods.
She gasped in surprised.
"HELP!" She shouted out in desperation. Hermione tried climbing her way out, but she fell on her bottom and failed.
"HELP!" She shouted once more for help. As expected, no one heard her. Not even her mother!
Was she really that far from her mother?
Hermione started to panic. She was going to die by starvation, dehydration and the lack of exercise which will lead her to a tragic heart attack.
"HELP..!" She cried out. Hermione started to cry, as a million thoughts crossed her brilliant mind.
'I'm going to die without making a single friend,' she said to herself, as she sniffed.
That was then, she felt herself levitating upward. Her eyes were wide open. She looked up to see that she had finally made it up to the top, out of the pit. The first thing she did was to look around to who saved her.
'M-Magic doesn't exist,' Hermione cried out to herself. Then why did she suddenly float put of the pit?
'Wizards and witches are just tales,' Hermione reassured herself.
She was going to assure herself again, but she heard it.
"Friend safe.."
Hermione's eyes opened at the awfully familiar voice. "Ron..?" She quietly breathed out. Hermione sat up from her bed. She looked at her friend. He was snoring loudly like a grizzly bear. Hermione licked her dry lips, and wiped the beads sweat from her forehead.
She dreamed about herself on that one camping trip along with her mother, while her father went to a friend's wedding at America.
That boy couldn't have been Ron. Could it, Hermione contemplated.
\FoaB/
The two friends were on their way to potions. As soon as the doors opened, Hermione and Ron sat next to each other.
"Pretty," Ron said in a dreamy voice, as he saw the clear glass vial and went over to touch it.
"Don't touch that!" Hermione whispered harshly at him. Ron pouted and had a little scowl on his face. Hermione rolled her eyes, and she went back to staring at the agenda at the chalkboard.
Ron looked around the room to see Harry and a round headed boy that was chubby. Harry caught Ron's wandering eyes, and he waved his hand. Ron waved back with a smile. He turned back to Hermione and nudge on her shoulder.
"What? What is it?" She snapped, clearly irritated. Ron looked over at Harry who was whispering over to Neville.
"You know Harry?" Hermione asked him. Ron nodded his head in excitement.
"Friend," Ron smiled. Hermione's widened slightly by surprise. Ron and Harry? Now she didn't really expect them to be friends. Harry was very emotional and Ron was just.. Ron. They were the opposite-ish. Ron was outgoing and Harry was secretive. Ron was full of life, while Harry seemed like he was kissed by dementors. Well, Harry did have to go through witnessing Cedric Diggory die in their 4th year. Hermione shivered at the thought.
"Hermione..?" Ron asked her with concern in his crystal blue eyes.
"I'm - I'm alright. Just the morning jitters," She replied with a nervous smile. Ron smiled and went to look at his satchel, which laid in front of him. He stared at it and concentrated on taking out his textbook for Potion. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and he started to breathe with ease. He tried to keep his breathing pattern in check.
"Ron, are you trying to use your powers?" Hermione asked him, making him snap out of his trance. He breathed out in frustration.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to distract you," Hermione apologized. She shifted uncomfortably.
Shocked, Ron started to panic. He saw how uncomfortable she looked, and he didn't like it. Not one little bit. Ron stared at Hermione's chocolate brown eyes.
Then suddenly, she started to feel herself float from out of her chair.
"R-Ron!" She whispered in demand loudly so only he could hear her. "Put me down, this instant!"
"No fun?" Ron pouted.
"N-no! It's just that-"
Before Hermione could even finish her sentence, Ron carelessly dropped her back on her chair. He had an emotionless expression on his pale face that was featuring his freckles.
"Ron, I-"
"Take out your textbook and turn to page 393," Came the spine chilling voice from the Potions professor. "Do not hesitate because this potion will be part of the so called O.W.L's."
Hermione straightened up and fixed up the hair. She flipped through the pages, paying close attention, as usual, to his lecture. Hermione turned her head slightly to see Ron slowly flipping through the pages.
Impatient, with a flick of his wand, the professor made the book of Ron's flip over to the expected page. The professor with long greasy hair and a long nose approached Ron, slowly. He stared him down.
"You must be Ronald Weasley, I assume," the professor said coolly.
"Y-yes," Ron stuttered. He knew that he had to try and pronounce words as correctly as possible.
"Another Weasley? How unfortunate," he scowled. "I am your Potions professor, Severus Snape."
Ron nervously nodded his head, as Snape looked at him.
"Neice to m-meet you," Ron responded.
Oh Merlin, Hermione said to herself, as she saw how Ron struggled under the pressure. Ron was just doing what instincts told him.
"Work on your English, Weasel," a voice from the back of the room exclaimed. The whole class turned to see who said it. Unsurprisingly, it was Draco Malfoy. His infamous sneer was plastered on his face.
"Now, now, Mister Malfoy," said Snape with a grin. "Give our new student a warm welcome."
"Warm welcome my arse," Malfoy muttered under his breath.
Ron looked at Malfoy and smiles. The red-orange haired boy happily waved at him. Malfoy looked at him with obviously disgust, but Ron was completely oblivious to his disgust.
"Pay attention, Mister Weasley! 5 points from Gryffindor," Snape announced with a small satisfied grin.
The Gryffindors groaned out as the Slytherins sniggered.
Ron's teeth gritted. This professor was not fair! He took away points from his house because he was just waving at his potential cousin. Then, he looked over to see Hermione looked unaffected to what Snape had done.
"Oi, Weasel!" Pansy sneered. "You shouldn't hang out with mudbloods like Granger over there."
Hermione bit her bottom wobbling lip and looked away from everything. Her head was hung her head low. She quietly sobbed out, as she tried to keep in all her tears. Ron looked over at her to see her looking so vulnerable. His brow lowered to the side at the sight of her. Then, he felt it. A sense to protect Hermione somehow, someway. An idea sparked within him suddenly.
Ron looked at the pile of papers on Snape's polished desk. He made all the papers on the pile float separately. The students gasped in surprised. They looked around to see who was doing the strange magic, but none of them prevailed. All except Hermione and Snape.
"Who the ruddy hell is doing that!" Seamus exclaimed.
Suddenly, the parchment papers started to form like a tornado. The students yelled out. They all knew that it could cause them the injury of papercut. Not just one papercut, but over hundreds! The tornado of papers started to spread out around the class even further. Everyone instinctively went under their desk. Ron followed along, but still concentrated on having the tornado go on.
Hermione looked over at Ron's angered face. She grabbed onto his forearm. In a flash, he looked at her with angry eyes. Suddenly the pointed tip of a quill was pointed towards her neck.
"Ron..?" Hermione softly whispered over to him with widened eyes. She looked at Ron with frightened eyes.
"H-Hermione," Ron breathed out. He soon realized that he was about to kill his friend. He started to panic. He was about to commit murder on the only person who seemed to understand him!
Tears formed on his eyes. He went over to hug Hermione. He cried on her shoulders. The quill dropped on the cold floor.
"Ron, it's alright," Hermione assured him. "It's over.."
The parchment papers stopped in midair.
"Holy shite!" A Slytherin gasped out. Students started to slowly emerge from under their desk. They looked up to see the parchment papers floating around the classroom.
"Everyone," Snape said to his class in a cold tone. "Take your seats this instance! I exactly know who was the cause of this extraordinary magic."
That's strange. Snape is complementing Ron, even though he's a big grouch, Hermione thought to herself, as she sat on her chair along with Ron. She saw Ron looking at the parchment papers in midair; he looked back at me with a shy smile.
Suddenly, the parchment papers started to graciously fly towards Hermione. They started to turn into paper chirping birds. They flew around Hermione, doing a little show for her. The flock of birds did somersaults, making the students awe in amazement. Hermione looked at Ron to see him smiling, as he saw the birds flying over to him to fly around him. Ron looked at Draco and had the birds fly over to him.
"What the hell," Draco eyed the flock of birds who were heading towards him. The birds softly chirped for him and flew around him graciously. Surprisingly, Draco and the performance to be amazing, which is saying something. He would've hit the paper birds with his textbook, but he didn't have the strength to kill something so innocent and pure like that.
Blimey, what's happening to me, the Slytherin asked to himself. Ron saw Draco's awestruck face and smiled broadly. He was liking it! Only if he knew that he was doing it..
Ron looked over to see Hermione watching to performance. A small smile was on her face at the weird sight if seeing Malfoy awestruck by the stunning performance from the paper birds Ron controlled.
"I - I'm soyree," came Ron's soft whisper to Hermione and only her.
"It's alright," Hermione said with a forgiving smile. "As long as nobody gets hurt, then it's alright."
Ron grabbed onto Hermione hand and squeezed it gently. "Hermione, you liek?" A rosy pink blush appeared on Hermione's pale face.
She softly chuckled. "I love it, Ron."
\FoaB/
As soon as Potions was done, Snape went to Dumbledore's office. His greasy black hair only moved a little as he sped walked to the office. His dull eyes were full of perseverance and complication. He mumbled the password under his shallow breath and casually entered in the wondrous office. The sturdy heavy oak wood doors closed behind him, as he proceeded forward to where Dumbledore was doing paper work.
"I wasn't expecting you to come here, Severus," Dumbledore said in a calm voice, as he looked up from his work. His crescent moon eyeglasses glistened from the vibrant light from a single flame that floated near his desk.
"What can I say, Albus," said Snape. "This is, may I say, significant."
"How significant?" the Headmaster questioned him
"As significant as the your pet, Fawkes," the Potions professor answered, as he straightened put the jar full of middle treats on Dumbledore's desk.
"So, tell me," Dumbledore said. "What's the matter at hand?"
"It's about the boy from the necklace," he immediately answered. "His powers are getting stronger."
Dumbledore nodded his head for Snape to continue on, "He made a pile of parchment paper into a tornado around the class."
"Why so?"
"I suppose it's because of the girl, Miss Granger," Snape said her name slowly. "She was insulted by Miss Parkinson, resulting her to sadness. The boy saw this, and he was controled by his anger."
"Extraordinary," Dumbledore commented with amazement. "His powers are from his emotions. Did anything else happened?"
"Yes, Miss Granger calmed him down. The parchment papers turned into paper birds and chirped happily around her, then to Mister Malfoy."
"Draco?" Dumbledore questioned.
"I know. I too was surprised the birds went over to Draco. The boy is a Weasley,
based off from my observation of the boy."
"So, The Tale of The Missing Weasley is true after all these centuries," Dumbledore said.
"The Tale of the Missing Weasley?" Snape asked him with obvious perplexion.
"Yes, it is a tale about a Weasley who went mysteriously missing after centuries. This year is the year the mystery has gone on for exactly 2 centuries," Dumbledore elaborated. "I do not know the whole tale, but someone has the real book of it."
"Who is it?"
"Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy," he responded.
"Two people? A Weasley and a Malfoy?" the Potions Master said with his left brow arched up.
"Ronald Weasley-Malfoy.. The book was torn in half," said Dumbledore. "Though when they are combined together, the whole tale is revealed."
"Alright, why don't we do that right now?"
"The two people must show true love to one another."
"Miss Weasley and Mister Malfoy are cousins though, if you say the boy is a Weasley and a Malfoy!" Snape pointed out.
"The Weasley and Malfoy bond has been broken ever since Mister Weasley was trapped in a necklace," he instantly responded.
"Pfft, that's going to be impossible for Miss Weasley and Mister Malfoy to get together. Weasleys and Malfoys don't compromise very easily," Snape said with a smirk.
"We shall see," Dumbledore said with a small smile. "Before I dismiss you, do tell Mister Weasley to meet me at my office tomorrow morning."
"As you wish, Albus." With that, Snape walked away from the office feeling awestruck.
This was going to be one hell of a year.
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