Yes- it's true. After four or five months of nothing finally another chapter is up. So firstly I APOLOGIZE for this giant gap. I know how much it irked me when good stories weren't finished. But I swear i'm not giving up on this story, i've just been SO busy.
Thanks to all the people who still follow the story and understand that life happens. To those who have been rude about lack of update, i'm sorry if it did not occur to you that wow- yes i have a life outside of my computer. As in school, friends, dance, sports, a lot of stuff! I am in grade 10 and so want to do well in school so excuse me for studying. Anyways I'm sorry everyone but you do have to understand that I can't update every week life before. I promise updates won't take longer than a month, but don't expect anything way too soon.
I hope you like this chapter and it's not the best thing i've written but I've found some free time and I though that I should write this. Enjoy! The story is back.
Ron paced the room anxiously cracking his knuckles purely to have something to do. He simply couldn't bare to sit beside her un moving figure. He felt he ought to be doing something- anything, to better the situation. Of course, Fleur had contradicted this statement when he shared it with her. And so, this led him back to pacing the small bedroom again.
He wondered if you could call it pacing- when you only had about 6 feet of space to move in altogether. Not to mention an uncomfortable pacing environment, for Ron had to duck his head as he walked to avoid it colliding with the low ceilings.
It had only been several minutes now, five, maybe ten, yet he was already growing in patient. He had just been told the news of dobby and he needed to confirm for himself that Hermione had not perished too. Of course, he had already been told countless times that she was okay, but to him, she would not be okay until she told him she was herself. He took another glance at her and half groaned. Feeling slightly dizzy he sat down on the comfortable bed. It was the walls, he thought to himself. The spotless sky blue color was becoming slightly hypnotic.
He put his face in his hands and tried to relax. Growing restless was not going to get them out of this horrible situation. No certainly not, he was just going to have to sit calmly and-
"Ron?" A female's voice called scratchily.
"Hermione!" he exclaimed and stood up so abruptly that his head crashed against the ceiling.
"Ow!"
"Are you alright?" she half whispered, sitting up against her pillow.
"Yeah," he answered moving around the bed, to get closer to her, wincing slightly as he rubbed the back of his head.
"How are you- how are you feeling?" He sat very close beside her, so that their foreheads almost touched.
"Well, I've felt better to be honest," she smiled sadly, "but I'll be okay. Just tired, you know?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I know." He whispered, his eyes transfixed on hers. There was a silence. Hermione shifted uncomfortably but Ron remained frozen in place. Hermione opened her mouth to say something but before she could Ron dropped his head and sighed heavily.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice sounding more like her own the more she spoke.
"Just relieved."
She smiled weakly. "Yeah, me too."
Ron looked uncertain for a moment. "Are you sure you're alright though? I mean you're not completely- obviously but…"
She took his face in her hands. "Ron, I'm telling you I'm alright. You're alright, Harry's alright," her face clouded momentarily, "He is alright, right?"
"Yes."
"Well then everything is fine isn't it?"
It took a moment to sink in. And he was about to agree, but then the memories from only moments ago replayed in his eyes. Her piercing scream echoing within the cellar's walls, Bellatrix's blade against her throat, the chandelier crashing down upon her…
He shook his head vigorously at the memories, as if trying to shake them away. He pulled away from her grasp and stood up. "Everything's not fine." He said quietly, "I don't see how it'll ever be. You've almost died, I've almost died, it just keeps happening. It's never going to end 'till one of us-"
"Ron!" she cut him off and sat up straight. "Don't you finish that sentence."
"I kept hearing your screams." He went on, ignoring her "And I couldn't do anything."
Hermione winced at the coldness of his tone.
"I couldn't do any-," his voice broke, and he looked out the window in embarrassment. He coughed, clearing his throat. "Anything." He finished thickly sitting back down.
The expression he wore alarmed Hermione. He resembled a person that was disturbed. There was another silence, and they both avoided each others eyes.
"I heard yours too." Hermione spoke suddenly. She stared at him, hypnotised.
His head snapped to look at her. "What?"
"I heard you too." She repeated. "Yelling my name."
He did not hide his shock. "But… I didn't think you'd…"
She smiled. "Oh Ron, if you could hear me, surely you realized I heard you too."
He dropped his head again. "Oh. Yeah well, you … see my point then…"
"It helped." She said, taking his hand. "And how could you say- that you couldn't do anything, when it was you that saved me."
At this Ron put his hand on Hermione's lower back and pulled her against him. They stared at each other for a while, his eyes filled with sadness, anger, and a newly formed determination. Hermione began to lean her face closer to his but he put her back gently on her pillow.
"It was Dobby who saved you really. All of us." Ron looked troubled as ever.
"Dobby? He did? And you underestimated house elves." Her face seemed to grow with excitement. "Well where is he? We should congratulate him or-," she caught sight of Ron's expression. "Ron, what is it?"
"He's dead Hermione."
A look of disbelief crossed her face, and she shook her head in denial.
"No." she whispered. "Can't be."
"Sorry." Ron muttered taking her hand. He pulled her close to him again and wrapped his arms around her. He felt her shaking under his arms.
"But you know what?"
"What?" Hermione sniffed.
"It is gonna be alright. In the end. Okay?"
Hermione sniffed, and looked up at Ron. He wiped a tear rolling down her cheek.
"You promise?" she asked softly.
Ron chuckled. "Yeah, I do."
There was a knock on the door, and then Bill entered the room.
Ron took his arms off of Hermione instinctively.
"Sorry, if I'm interrupting," said Bill, "But Harry is burying Dobby, I think we should all go down there and… pay our respects."
Ron nodded and took Hermione's hand.
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