Your Holy Dark, Chapter One
All right, there seems to be a bit of confusion regarding the time span of Krum and Hermione's relationship. She was with him when she was sixteen, and broke it off with him when she was sixteen. This goes beyond forth year :o) Our way of writing makes sure there is always a backup chapter; as in chapter two is written and is on the editting table as we speak. Nice, eh?
Megan and Aimée
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" . . . and he's off to detention again tonight, this time for fighting with Malfoy in Care of Magical Creatures. I know Hagrid hated to do it, but at least this time Malfoy has to serve detention, too. Hopefully Ron'll learn to control his temper sometime."
I was startled out of my thoughts and writings as Ron came around my chair in the middle of the Gryffindor Common room and plopped a not-so-tender kiss on my forehead. I quickly closed my book, in fear of Ron reading the words within, and set it aside as I stood up to bid him farewell.
"I'm off to kill me a Malfoy, love," he said in a horrible attempt to imitate an American accent as he embraced me warmly.
Not quite willing to let him go, I lowered my head without a word to rest it on his shoulder. I inhaled his scent deeply as he planted another rough kiss on my forehead, resisting the urge to wrinkle my nose. I didn't particularly like Ron's choice of cologne, and as a result had bought him a new one for his birthday nearly six months before. However, Ron being the Ron I knew and loved, he either refused to use it or had simply forgotten about the gift. Nevertheless, the scent he wore with such confidence was a familiar smell, one I welcomed.
"Just make sure you dispose of the evidence and don't get caught," I shot him a disapproving look as I backed away from the heat of his warm body. "This is the third night in a row you've had detention, and I miss you." I completed this thought with a cat-like grin, making Ron's face light up like a ridiculously decorated Christmas tree.
"So what's my reward for staying out of trouble?" he asked, totally straight faced as he toyed with a piece of my long brown hair.
"You'll see if you don't kill Malfoy tonight." I was teasing him, of course, and he loved every moment of it whether he would admit to it or not.
Ron looked nervous at this, as if someone told him he had to take to living off tripe and spinach for the rest of his life. "You'd deny me my God-given right to rid the world of scum like Malfoy? You know Hagrid wouldn't mind if I offed the bugger while his back was turned."
I laughed in spite of myself. "Could you think of a more cowardly way to kill the git, Ron? Don't stoop to his level, you know better than that—now get out of here, you'll be late."
I grinned to myself as Ron wandered out of the room through the portrait hole, his impish grin staying plastered over his facial features. After he had left, I picked up my journal once again, but instead of writing, I started blankly at the page I had randomly turned to and lost myself in my thoughts.
I'd been with Ron for nearly two years, since the end of our fifth year. He'd been there to comfort me when Viktor Krum and I broke it off. Our parting of ways had come as a shock to me, as I hadn't an idea his family didn't approve of his going around with a witch of Muggle descent. This had hit me closer to home than I had expected, simply because it was then I realized exactly how much blood mattered in the wizarding world. Until then, my heritage had simply been something only Draco Malfoy had brought up, using it always as an insult—one that hadn't hurt until then.
Ron had been there for me those awful weeks, going out of his way to reassure me wizarding blood did not and never would matter in most wizarding families' eyes, and most certainly didn't matter within the Weasley household.
That was around the time Harry invested in a pair of earplugs.
However close Ron and I got as a couple, the three of us were still as close as ever. I was glad our friendship had endured so much for so long, and I was grateful for the knowledge that I had friends there whenever I needed them, and I would be there for whenever they needed me.
That time came much quicker than the three of us would have ever guessed.
All right, there seems to be a bit of confusion regarding the time span of Krum and Hermione's relationship. She was with him when she was sixteen, and broke it off with him when she was sixteen. This goes beyond forth year :o) Our way of writing makes sure there is always a backup chapter; as in chapter two is written and is on the editting table as we speak. Nice, eh?
Megan and Aimée
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" . . . and he's off to detention again tonight, this time for fighting with Malfoy in Care of Magical Creatures. I know Hagrid hated to do it, but at least this time Malfoy has to serve detention, too. Hopefully Ron'll learn to control his temper sometime."
I was startled out of my thoughts and writings as Ron came around my chair in the middle of the Gryffindor Common room and plopped a not-so-tender kiss on my forehead. I quickly closed my book, in fear of Ron reading the words within, and set it aside as I stood up to bid him farewell.
"I'm off to kill me a Malfoy, love," he said in a horrible attempt to imitate an American accent as he embraced me warmly.
Not quite willing to let him go, I lowered my head without a word to rest it on his shoulder. I inhaled his scent deeply as he planted another rough kiss on my forehead, resisting the urge to wrinkle my nose. I didn't particularly like Ron's choice of cologne, and as a result had bought him a new one for his birthday nearly six months before. However, Ron being the Ron I knew and loved, he either refused to use it or had simply forgotten about the gift. Nevertheless, the scent he wore with such confidence was a familiar smell, one I welcomed.
"Just make sure you dispose of the evidence and don't get caught," I shot him a disapproving look as I backed away from the heat of his warm body. "This is the third night in a row you've had detention, and I miss you." I completed this thought with a cat-like grin, making Ron's face light up like a ridiculously decorated Christmas tree.
"So what's my reward for staying out of trouble?" he asked, totally straight faced as he toyed with a piece of my long brown hair.
"You'll see if you don't kill Malfoy tonight." I was teasing him, of course, and he loved every moment of it whether he would admit to it or not.
Ron looked nervous at this, as if someone told him he had to take to living off tripe and spinach for the rest of his life. "You'd deny me my God-given right to rid the world of scum like Malfoy? You know Hagrid wouldn't mind if I offed the bugger while his back was turned."
I laughed in spite of myself. "Could you think of a more cowardly way to kill the git, Ron? Don't stoop to his level, you know better than that—now get out of here, you'll be late."
I grinned to myself as Ron wandered out of the room through the portrait hole, his impish grin staying plastered over his facial features. After he had left, I picked up my journal once again, but instead of writing, I started blankly at the page I had randomly turned to and lost myself in my thoughts.
I'd been with Ron for nearly two years, since the end of our fifth year. He'd been there to comfort me when Viktor Krum and I broke it off. Our parting of ways had come as a shock to me, as I hadn't an idea his family didn't approve of his going around with a witch of Muggle descent. This had hit me closer to home than I had expected, simply because it was then I realized exactly how much blood mattered in the wizarding world. Until then, my heritage had simply been something only Draco Malfoy had brought up, using it always as an insult—one that hadn't hurt until then.
Ron had been there for me those awful weeks, going out of his way to reassure me wizarding blood did not and never would matter in most wizarding families' eyes, and most certainly didn't matter within the Weasley household.
That was around the time Harry invested in a pair of earplugs.
However close Ron and I got as a couple, the three of us were still as close as ever. I was glad our friendship had endured so much for so long, and I was grateful for the knowledge that I had friends there whenever I needed them, and I would be there for whenever they needed me.
That time came much quicker than the three of us would have ever guessed.