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Chapter Ten – "Jamer Sit Nie Jou Tande Terug In Jou Mond Nie."
George Weasley watched silently as Madame Pomfrey fussed over his sister, checking her for injuries. Satisfied that she was whole, physically, she pointed her wand at Ginny's chest.
'Enervate,' she said quietly, standing back as Ginny began to stir.
Ginny opened her eyes, blinking blearily at the school nurse and her brother.
'George?' she asked, rubbing her eyes as if she thought she was imagining him.
George chuckled, but before he could say anything Ginny shot up, her face flushed with colour and her eyes burning with rage.
'Where is she?! Where is that slut?! I am going to kill her for putting her filthy mudblood hands on MY boyfriend!' she raged.
Madame Pomfrey gasped, clapping her hand over her mouth. George stepped forward, meaning to try and calm the furious girl down, but, as suddenly as her cheeks had become flushed with colour they were drained of it.
'I don't feel well, Georgie,' Ginny barely managed to mumble, before rolling onto her side and retching over the side of the bed.
Madame Pomfrey, forgetting her shock, hurried forward, bent over the retching girl, then looked up at George, alarmed.
'Mr Weasley, I suggest you start researching an antidote for that potion of yours; I fear your sister may be dangerously ill!'
Ron wasn't surprised, when he entered the common room, to find two wands pointed at him. What did catch him off guard, though, was that one of the wands being pointed at his chest was held by Draco Malfoy.
'What are you doing here, Weasley?' Harry hissed, glancing at the still-sleeping Hermione and Neville.
Ron was stung by Harry's use of his last name – it was something he'd expect from Malfoy – but he pushed aside his hurt for the sake of his intentions.
'I'm here to say sorry,' he whispered, also glancing at the sleeping pair, 'Can you wake Hermione up? Please?'
He had to resist cringing beneath the glares that answered his plea, but after a moment Harry sighed and moved to wake Hermione. Draco hissed angrily but didn't interfere. Nor did he lower his wand.
'Hermione, wake up,' Harry shook the sleeping girl gently and she stirred, frowning up at Harry. She stretched, cat-like, and then her gaze fell upon Ron. She was off the couch in an instant.
'You!' she shrieked, her eyes bright and her hand shaking as she too pointed her wand at him. Harry made no move to intervene.
'Hermione-' Ron started, but Hermione cut him off.
'You filthy, uncaring, conceited piece of shit!' she screamed at him, 'You don't care about anyone but yourself, do you?! You could've killed Ginny!' Hermione glared at Ron, breathing hard, 'You could've killed me.' She added softly.
Ron blanched.
'Hermione, I-I never meant to hurt anyone! I care about you and Ginny and Harry! I-I just…'
'You just what, Ronald Weasley?!' Hermione asked shrilly, 'You just what?! If you cared then you wouldn't have poisoned Ginny! If you cared you'd understand that Harry and I share a bed because it's tiring having to stumble around Grimmauld Place in the middle of the night! If you cared you wouldn't bug Harry about letters that have NOTHING to do with you! If you cared you wouldn't have tried getting both Harry and myself expelled! And if you cared,' Hermione glanced at Malfoy, taking a deep breath before turning back to Ron, 'If you cared you would've given Draco the benefit of the doubt the way Harry and I have. So DON'T tell me that you care, Ronald Fucking Weasley, because you don't!'
By the end of her tirade Hermione's eyes shone with tears and Ron was frozen, unable to speak as her words washed over him. He shook his head, as if to clear it, and thought very carefully before he spoke.
'Hermione I am so sorry. I know I've been a prat lately,' At this Harry snorted and muttered "what an understatement", 'And I realise that I've hurt you guys, but I do care and I wish that I'd realised what I was doing before I hurt Ginny. Please, believe me when I say that I'm sorry. Please, try to forgive me.'
Ron's words hung in the air like a dark cloud and neither Hermione nor Harry said a word. Ron sighed.
'Think about what I said. Please.' He muttered before turning to leave.
A/N: Firstly, sorry for a short chapter, it was meant to be longer but I've been having some trouble with it so I decided to edit it a bit.
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About the chapter name, it's an Afrikaans saying that I've heard one too many times, anyone care to guess what it means?
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