"SEX, DRUGS, AND BEER!!!!!" shouted Snape.
Good, now that I have your attention, I can begin my more important rantings. Jeez, last time I looked, I only had 51 reviews, then I look again, and nearly fall off my chair—cuz I'm at 61!!! I feel so special…*dances* Hey, whoever gets it up to 100 will get something special…my next fic done in their honour!!! And let me tell you, that is special. You know why? BECAUSE IT'S GONNA BE A SEQUEL!!!!!!! Yeah, and you thought the insanity would end with this, didn't-cha? HA! Shows what you know!!! I LOVE REVIEWS!!!! *hint hint…huggles reviewers*
Ron Luvr: Erm, sorry, but this chap will have a WHOLE LOTTA R/A snogging. It's a payback from Crissy for doing the whole D/Hm thing (note: Crissy is grinning evilly in the background, which has suspiciously turned a foreboding black colour…). Actually, it's really a cross between snogging and…whatever comes next. Maybe I should higher the rating a bit…o.O;
Silent Tears
Part XI:
Fire and Ice
Barrelling through the undergrowth, Harry pushed his way past the trees and branches that stood defiantly in front of him, ominously barring his path like some sort of grim guard of honour. Silver moonlight flitted its way through the canopy above, its cold radiance lighting his way to a fate unknown. Peering through the darkness, he searched for a telltale sign pointing the way to Ginny—and Voldemort.
Stumbling over the uneven terrain, he came to a staggering halt, peering through the thick trees, his senses alerted. Something was wrong. Very wrong. The ground didn't feel right; it was almost like it wasn't solid. Pondering this, he took another step—and tripped over a protruding tree root.
Swearing colourfully as he landed face-first in the colourful bed of dead, scattered leaves, Harry flung out his arms to break his fall.
Thud.
He fell to the ground, and suddenly, the ground lurched and swayed. Harry got unsteadily to his feet as they rocked back and forth as if the earth was being ripped open under his very feet.
Then, the ground finally split. Harry tumbled down the hole among a multitude of leaves and twigs, landing heavily on the dirt floor below.
For a few moments, Harry laid there, all the wind knocked out of him from the fall. He watched as the opening above him folded neatly back together, throwing him into darkness.
After the creaking of the unknown structure had quieted, Harry groped blindly for his wand, lit it, and tried to regain his breath. Breathing heavily, he looked around his at new surroundings.
He was in a tunnel constructed of wet dirt. Roots from surrounding trees poked their way through at the crumbling walls. Where was he? This passage definitely wasn't marked on the Marauder's Map, yet its many twists and turns were not unlike the one leading to the cellar of Honeydukes.
He got slowly to his feet and brushed twigs and leaves off his robes. Raising his wand high, he examined the tunnel more closely. In front of him, there was a path, dark and dismal, leading forward. He looked into it uncertainly. Should he follow it? Turning around, he glanced back over his shoulder. There was no alternative. Taking a deep breath, he plunged ahead into the unknown.
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Gasping for breath at the unaccustomed exertion of energy, Ron ran as fast as he could through the crowd, dodging around battling and fleeing students, skirting his way past Death Eaters, narrowly avoiding deadly curses, vaulting the tables….
He finally managed to escape into the Entrance Hall. Not daring to slow down or waste time, he took the most direct route to the girls' bathroom. Turning a corridor, he noticed something rather odd—the floor was charred black, a long streak running from a broken window and down the hall.
Ron followed the long black stripe at a run, desperate not to waste more time. Who knows what Pettigrew could have done to her…?
Panting, a sharp pain in his side, the charred stripe lead him to a broom closet—except that the door had been shattered, burned away. Knocking aside the scattered remains of the wooden door, Ron bent down and sorted through the rubble until he found what he was looking for.
"Alex!" he breathed, crouching down and gently lifting her head from the floor. Her face was ashen, her breathing slow. Carefully, Ron lifted her off the ground and supported her on his knee while he fumbled for his wand.
"Ennervate," he whispered. Alex's chocolate brown eyes fluttered open and fixed bemusedly on Ron. Then she sat bolt upright.
"Ron! Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry! I—I know I shouldn't've followed him, but my curiosity got the better of me, even though I knew it was him—and he overpowered me! There wasn't anything I could do! Is Ginny all right? Have you found her? Where—"
'Alex…relax." He rested his hand comfortingly on her shoulder. "Everything's going to be fine. No, we haven't found Ginny, but Harry's looking for her. With luck, he should catch Wormtail as well."
She swallowed, but couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes. Sensing this, Ron placed his fingers lovingly under her chin and lifted her face.
"Alex," he said sternly, "no matter what happens, it's not your fault. You made an extremely innocent mistake. There's no harm in being curious." He ran his thumb over her soft lips. "Now let's get you out of here. You'll be safer in your dorm." She sighed and nodded, lowering her eyes, and Ron helped her to her feet.
Soon they were walking along the hall that led directly to the Great Hall. They tried to climb the marble staircase quickly, as this was an extremely vulnerable position to be in, but they heard a cry that reverberated on the walls.
"You there! Stop!"
They whirled around to see three Death Eaters at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at them, their wands pointed upward. Without hesitation, Ron and Alex sprinted the rest of the way up the stairs. They heard all three Death Eaters utter a curse, and the next moment, a loud explosion followed by a burst of bright light. The ball of light raced up the stairs after them and met its target.
With a horrendous cry of pain, Alex collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony. The back of her robes was singed, and Ron caught the acrid smell of burnt flesh. He thought of helping her, but revenge was the first thing on his mind. Rage such that as he had never felt in his life coursed through his body like deadly poison, intoxicating him, impairing his judgement. Before he knew what he was doing, he whipped out his wand and screamed the first spell that came to mind.
"Expecto patronum!"
Something vast and silvery burst from his wand and charged at the Death Eaters. There was a muffled cry of surprise, then the sound of scurrying feet. Ron saw nothing of this, because he had fallen on his knees at Alex's side.
"Ron…" Her eyes were sliding in and out of focus.
"Shh…stay still. Can you stand?"
"I…don't know," she murmured, her breathing coming in small gasps.
"It's okay. I'll get you upstairs…."
Taking her arm, she slowly rose to her feet and leaned on him, taking it one step at a time.
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"Draco…wake up," Hermione pleaded, stroking his cheek with a gentle touch. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a flicker of light coming from the marble staircase, but just as she was about to stand up to take a look, Draco's eyes fluttered open, his quicksilver gaze faltering slightly.
"Where…where's Harry? Did he go…?" He tried to sit up, but Hermione put a hand on his chest, forcing him back down. His shoulder was still bleeding, and his robes stuck to the wound, forming a crude bandage.
"Draco! Oh, I was so worried…." She bent to kiss him, but he pushed her gently away.
"No, Hermione. I think…I think that we should stop this."
She blinked. "But…why?"
Draco gritted his teeth from the pain in his shoulder and the pain in his heart. "We are forced to live a lie. This isn't how it should be. When you love someone, you should be able to tell people without worrying about what they think."
"But we could tell people…."
"Hermione, what do you think people would say if they knew we loved each other?"
"Does it really matter?"
Draco sighed. "Hermione, I think this is the end."
Hermione bit her lip. "Okay Draco. But could we just have one more kiss?"
A smile creased his smooth features. "One more kiss."
She lowered her face to his and felt the familiar coldness on her lips. Just as she was beginning to enjoy the familiar feeling of his mouth against hers, sudden footsteps alerted them, and they broke apart. Looking up, the cold face of Lucius Malfoy leered in front of Draco and Hermione.
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He was coming to the end of the tunnel when he heard voices and saw a flickering of light. He felt a chill twist in his bowels as he recognised both of them: the high cold voice, and the timid whimper. Creeping closer, he heard the sound of someone struggling, and the hissing of a snake. The words were indistinguishable, but he heard a sharp spell uttered, then screams of unbearable pain.
His hands began to sweat. For the past half hour, his scar had become increasingly painful. He knew what he faced. Unbearable pain, either physically or emotionally. Death was probable. But nothing could measure up to what he felt, deep inside his heart. The knowledge that he was being lured into a trap, the blind rage at the man who had destroyed so many lives. His heart pounded against his ribcage like a trapped bird, beating its wings heedlessly within its prison, knowing that escape was impossible, death inevitable.
Taking a deep breath, hoping, hopelessly, to calm his quaking nerves, he marched forward, head held high in defiance, walking proudly to what might be his doom.
A glowing orb that hovered in mid air near the dirt ceiling dimly lighted the chamber in which he entered. It cast a silvery pall over the scene, etching eerie shadows on the walls. Two figures were standing in the centre; another tied to a post and appeared limp against the bonds leaned against the side of the room where roots poked through like long, deadly fingers as though itching to drag unwilling persons down with them to feast on their warm flesh. Harry was reminded forcibly of the ancient witch burnings, except that there was no fire.
Sensing his arrival, the taller figure turned. Harry's scar seared again, but he bore the pain unflinchingly, keeping his face impassive of all emotion. Then the voice was heard, speaking from the depths of the dark hood.
"How nice to see you again…Harry Potter." Fathomless red eyes glittered as the high, icy voice spoke. "I see you have decided to join your friend's sister and me for a little game that I like to call…search and destroy." Harry shivered inwardly, but took care not to let his face betray his thoughts, not taking his eyes off the man whom stood before him. He returned the pitiless gaze coldly, determinedly, waiting for what he knew he couldn't prevent.
Voldemort advanced, his wand raised, but Harry stood his ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wormtail watching them nervously, and the figure that was bound against the wall. He didn't need to see her face to know who she was.
"You're pathetic," Harry spat, without being able to stop himself, his voice quaking with inexpressible rage. "To have to capture an innocent girl in order to kill a child, just because you couldn't kill him in the first place. If you really were the almighty, terrifying Dark Lord, then you would've killed me by now. You know that? You're so pathetic that you have to kill someone, what, fifty years younger than you, just to prove how powerful you are." Harry shook his head in disgust; then plunged recklessly forward. "And I was actually beginning to fear you." This verbal assault caught even Harry entirely by surprise. It must have come from hanging around Draco so much. But he didn't care that Voldemort's eyes had narrowed to furious slits of ruby red rage. He raised the wand…then stopped.
"No…" he said. He turned around and walked toward the girl with flaming red hair….
Ginny lifted her head and stared at Voldemort with wide, pleading brown eyes. But as her gaze registered the fact that Harry was standing there, her face relaxed somewhat, and she instead looked at Voldemort with nothing short of loathing as he raised his wand again.
"Crucio!"
Ginny screamed as if in the most horrible, gut-wrenching agony imaginable. Her voice filled Harry's ears until he was able to bear it no longer. Pulling out his wand, he yelled, "Stupefy!" The spell was aimed directly toward Voldemort, but, just as it was about to hit him full force in the back, the brilliant red light fizzed away into nothingness.
Harry gaped at the Dark Lord. How was this possible? Well, at least the spell did one good thing: Voldemort had lifted the curse from Ginny and had now turned around to face Harry instead.
"Your weak little curse isn't going to do much against me, Potter," Voldemort said softly. "However, there's still another small score I need to settle with you…."
He strode across to Harry and grabbed him roughly by the arm. Thrusting the point of his wand into Harry's throat, he hissed, "Communo reveela!"
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The girls' dorm was cloaked in the semi-darkness of twilight, and silence hung heavy in the air. All but laying Alex down on her bed, he walked back around her to examine her wound. "You're hurt pretty bad…" he murmured, pulling his wand out of his pocket. "It's too early to go to the hospital wing, it might be still dangerous. I think I can heal it, but…"
"But what?" Alex prodded anxiously; wincing slightly as the coarse fabric of her burnt shirt brushed over her scorched skin.
"But," Ron started again, blushing a bright crimson. "Err… you'll have to take off your shirt…"
"What? No!" she nearly shouted in surprise, almost falling off the bed.
Ron grinned sheepishly, catching her arm. "It's easier to heal it if you do!"
Alex looked suspicious. "Really now? And what would you do if I didn't?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?" he asked, his sapphire eyes sparkling mischievously.
Alex rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly. "Okay…" She raised her arms ever so slowly, and began to carefully lift the charred fabric over her wound. Grimacing, she stopped, letting it fall back down. "It hurts…" she whispered, her hands dropping to her sides.
"Here," Ron offered, his voice soft and caring. "Let me help you…" Leaning over, he gently slid his hands under her shirt, making sure the fabric didn't brush over her charred skin as he pulled it over her head.
The whispered words of a healing incantation drifted towards her, and she could feel the tip of his wand brushing gently across her back. Almost instantly, she could feel the pain ebbing away and a warm tingling sensation in its place. She shuddered slightly, but not in a bad way…
He could feel her small frame shiver underneath his touch, but he was almost certain that the shiver wasn't of fear…
She turned her head, her velvety dark hair shrouding her fair face in silky shadows, but a devious smile playing on her peach-coloured lips could be seen.
Ron smiled also, sitting on the corner of the bed next to her, his fingers gently brushing the mahogany coloured hair out of her deep brown eyes. Leaning forward, his lips found hers and held them in a warm embrace.
Alex gave a moan as though to say something, and Ron hesitantly pulled back, watching her affectionately, their faces still very close.
"Hmm?" he asked softly.
"Nothing, just…" She grinned cunningly again. "If only Eddie were here…I'd tell him to eat his heart out!"
Ron laughed, but this time it was Alex's turn to lean forward. Her hands trailed across Ron's back before linking her fingers around his neck, pulling him down on top of her as she lay back down onto the scarlet sheets.
Ron put out his arms to stop himself from crushing Alex by lying on her, his auburn hair messy and his ocean coloured eyes alight with ecstasy.
She giggled again, lifting herself up on her elbows and awaiting Ron's soft kiss… she didn't have to wait long.
His mouth pressed gently against hers, his tongue brushing across her upper lip, to which she immediately opened her mouth allowing it entrance. Her hands once again found his back, but this time underneath his shirt. Trailing the tips of her fingers across his spine, she could feel him shiver in delight, a deep growl emitting from his throat to go with her soft moan. His fingers found the edge of her lacy bra, tickling her ribs.
She pressed up against him, her nails ripping rather savagely at his back. She could hear him hiss in pain, one of his hands now trailing towards her back, the other sliding its way to between their bodies. Suddenly the clasp of her bra was unfastened and she looked up at Ron, who was grinning innocently.
"C'mere!" she hissed, pulling his shirt over his head, exposing his slightly muscled chest. Running her hands first across his chest then to his back, she could hear him groan in pleasure at the closeness of her body against his. She laughed, her fingers tangling in his hair, and her back arched, his kisses landing across her collarbone… and beyond. When he pulled back and locked her in a kiss again, she returned it with even more ferocity than she had before. Biting down on his lower lip, she relished in the feel of his ragged breath on her cheeks, in her mouth…
The pain came as a jolt of fire… and he loved it. Suddenly a thought occurred to him and he pulled back from her momentarily, sitting up. She was lying back on the bed, breathing hard, her eyes burning with devotion and euphoria.
Reaching up, he pulled the curtains to the four-poster bed closed, throwing them into a wonderful, welcome darkness. Her moans and nervous giggles, his ragged breathing and deep-throated groans of pleasure were the only sounds to be heard in the small room.
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"I'm sorry to break up this nice little party," Lucius sneered, eyeing his son maliciously. "But you do seem to choose interesting company these days, Draco. Kissing a Mudblood…. What's next, declaring that Harry Potter is your greatest companion?" Draco's cheekbones burned a dark red. Hermione could almost feel the heat radiating from his body in his rage.
"I hate to disappoint you, Father, but you are wrong about Hermione. She is not a Mudblood." Draco's voice was as icy as the winter night, pulling out random ideas. Lucius's eyes narrowed.
"Indeed? But be that as it may, she is still a Gryffindor, and therefore, the enemy." His eyes glittered dangerously. "And Draco, shouldn't you be doing your job instead of molesting a Gryffindor? Shame…I will have to bring this matter before the Dark Lord. Now get up." Before Draco could protest, Lucius seized his upper arm and yanked him up to his feet. Draco gasped from the sudden, stabbing pain in his shoulder, which had begun to bleed again. He grasped it with his right hand, and his father saw.
"What is it, boy?" he snarled impatiently. Before Draco could answer, Lucius spotted the dark red liquid on his left shoulder that seeped from beneath his fingers, narrowly missing his heart. "Oh, for the love of God!" he raged, pulling out his wand. With a swift word of magic, the wound healed. Draco was just about to say something obnoxious about his reference to God when he let out an almighty yell of pain, clutching his head, driven to his knees.
"Draco!" Hermione gasped, throwing herself down after him.
"Get out of the way, Mudblood!" Lucius snarled, shoving her aside. Hermione gave him a fleeting look of terror, and dashed away.
"What is it now?" he hissed. "You are not doing well with going about your duties—"
"Head…hurts," Draco gasped through gritted teeth, holding his head in his hands and shaking slightly. Lucius fell abruptly silent, staring at his son in mounting anger.
"It's you!" he almost shrieked, practically spitting in outrage. He jerked Draco unceremoniously to his feet. The pain in his head reached a high pitch and stars danced in front of his eyes as he struggled to stay conscious. It didn't help that his father was now dragging him out of the castle.
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As Draco disappeared through the doors, Hermione dashed up the stairs. She had to make sure that Ron and Alex were safe. She sprinted to the Fat Lady, hurriedly choked the password, and lunged the length of the mostly-filled common room. Running up the staircase leading to the girls' dorms, she found the door with the sign reading Fourth Years, and was just about to knock on the door when…she stopped, listening hard. From behind the door she could hear muffled thumps and groans and gasps. Hermione froze. Was Alex being tortured? And where was Ron?
Thinking that it was better to be safe than sorry, she pulled out her wand.
"Alohomora!" she whispered, and carefully, silently, pushed the door open.
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Out of the darkness, Ron thought he heard the door open. He leaned back slightly, trying to see whom it could be, but Alex still had her arms linked firmly around his neck, pulling him back down. She kissed him again, with such intensity that his mouth was most surely cut and bleeding, but he didn't care. Her long, thin fingers caressed his bare back, tracing the length of his spine. His mouth disconnected from hers to plant smaller kisses all the way down her neck to around her collarbone and felt her lithe body tremble under his, her thin chest rising and falling rapidly.
He suddenly forgot where he was and any problems that had previously troubled him, lost in the sheer rapture of the moment. He was now vaguely aware of the mysterious intruder pulling back the hangings around the bed, watching them intently, but was even more aware of the fact that Alex's legs were now locked around his knees. By now he didn't care who was watching them or why, or even if the castle came down around his ears.
Alex felt Ron's mouth leave hers and do something very interesting at her chest that took her breath away and almost caused her to faint. Then his hand slid downward under the waistband of her jeans and she shuddered, placing her hand over his and interlacing their fingers. His other hand moved behind her back—
"RON WEASLEY!"
Ron would've fallen out of bed if Alex hadn't been there; he jerked his head up, and Alex made a small noise of protest but collapsed against the pillow, gasping. Ron turned his head, raising his hand to block a harsh beam of moonlight that fell across his eyes and gave a start. Moonlight?
After his eyes had adjusted to the glow, he squinted to see who was standing there. His injured mouth went slack as the moonlight illuminated the figure.
It was Hermione, and she looked annoyed beyond extent. Her arms were folded over her chest and her face was twisted into an almost amused scowl. Ron was now acutely aware of his lack of clothing, the fact that his hair was plastered all over his face with sweat, and the state that the sheets were in.
"What is it, Ron?" Alex asked, wearily sitting up on her elbows. Then she caught sight of Hermione and blushed from her lack of clothes, pulling the sheets up a little higher.
"Uh…hello, Hermione," Ron said, his ears going red. He grinned sheepishly.
"Ron!" Hermione shouted furiously, her hands on her hips. "What on earth do you think you're doing?!"
"Err…fixing her wounds?" he ventured lamely.
"Fixing her wounds indeed!" Hermione said, glaring at him.
He rolled his eyes. "Relax, Hermione, I've still got my pants on—"
"That's not the point! Your sister's missing and all you can think of doing is creating a new definition to the word—"
"Hermione," Alex interrupted. She looked at her with seriously twinkling (is that possible?) brown eyes. "A Death Eater threw a curse at me and it burned my back." She sat up gingerly, with some difficulty (Ron was still on top of her), and Ron pulled back her black-brown hair to show her the silver scars on her back. She was very skinny indeed. "Ron was fixing my wounds—"
"See, Hermione? Harry told me to find Alex and keep her safe. Well—" he gestured around the room—"I have." Hermione wrinkled her nose as Ron smiled triumphantly. He was now spanning Alex's waist, pinning her to the bed with his knees. As it wasn't very comfortable position for either of them, he said, "Now, if you'll excuse us—" He made to close the curtains again, but Hermione yanked them back.
"So you're telling me that you care more about Alex than your own sister?" she demanded.
"No!" said Ron, wounded. "I'm saying that there's no point in going after her myself because Harry's already doing that and I would just be screwing everything up. And besides," he said with a naughty grin at Alex, "I can't do this to my sister." Ron pulled the curtains back into place, more forcefully, and soon Hermione could hear Alex giggling and shrieking with pleasure. Hermione sighed. Why couldn't anything ever bother Ron? Suddenly, something shot out from the curtains and hit her face. She held it out at arms length and realized with a wave of nausea that it was Ron's jeans. Hermione expelled a long, frustrated, "Aaargh!" and, entirely revolted by the sounds coming from behind the curtain, escaped the dorm for the common room, which was now quite full of nervous students.
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Harry awoke from a searing pain in his head. It wasn't a scar pain. He wasn't sure what caused him to pass out, but all he could remember was Voldemort, reciting an incantation that would, presumably, reveal his mind link partner. At this, his memory went on fast forward, and he remembered Wormtail, Voldemort, the glowing orb, and—
Ginny.
He pushed himself to his feet, and saw Voldemort standing before him, an ugly smile on his pale, lipless face.
"Awake now, Harry? Did you enjoy your little nap?" he said nastily.
Harry didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, he looked past him for Ginny. He was surprised to see that her bindings had disappeared, and she now lay on the floor in a heap, her robes torn, her white face drawn with pain.
"Ah, you're wondering about your little girlfriend, aren't you, Potter?" Voldemort sneered.
Harry ignored the snake like voice that seemed to be boring into his head. He stood up straighter, his eyes still on Ginny. Harry didn't care what happened to him; didn't care if Voldemort killed him on the spot. His head still throbbed from the combined pain in his scar and from the spell. Voldemort was obviously keeping it going to give the Death Eaters at the school enough time to find the partner. His stomach twisted unpleasantly again. What if they found Draco?…No, he thought, pushing the notion out of his mind, a little too firmly. Draco's smart enough to keep out of trouble…isn't he? Defiantly, confidently, he strode across the room towards Ginny, his feet padding lightly on the dirt floor, and impossibly, miraculously, neither Voldemort nor Wormtail made to stop him.
Without a second thought, he lifted Ginny in his arms with surprising ease. Panting slightly from fear, he turned around—and saw exactly what had distracted the Dark Lord and his silver-armed minion.
The glowing, white orb that was suspended in mid air near the dirt ceiling was pulsing vividly with a brilliance that rivalled the moon at its waning point in the sky. A pale, misshapen face floated in its centre and was speaking to Voldemort, or, rather, Voldemort was speaking to it.
"Well, Lucius?" he prompted coldly. "Have you found the boy's partner yet?"
"I have," he replied grimly. Harry broke into a cold sweat and nearly dropped Ginny. Maybe Lucius found the wrong person…?
"Well? Who is it?"
"I swear to you, Master, I had no idea of this," said Lucius. He gave a sharp yank at someone's arm.
The bloodless face of Draco Malfoy loomed out of the darkness.
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*pulls head up with great difficulty after gagging repeatedly* NOOOOO!!!! NOOOO, NOOOO, NOOO!!! Not another romance scene! Crissy did that one with Alex and Ron, of course. (Just as a reminder, Alex is me. And I do NOT have a thing for Ron. The descriptions for Alex happen to match mine—entire coincidence!) That was revenge on me for doing that whole Hermione/Draco thing. GAAHHH!!! (Ick, Rupert Grint is NOT hot, no, hell no....) Well, here's a pic of Hermione and Ron hugging...whoever drew this made him look super hot. This is more how I imagined him to look. Check it out at http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=17464. See, see? Alex isn't that crazy...eek, don't hurt me! *gets pummelled by Ron fans* hey, if I had my ways, this would be how he really looks.... (Don't worry, I will be forever faithful to Harry...I just gotta persuade that person to draw one of Harry and Cho...) If any of you know where I can find one with Harry and Cho, please let me know. I haven't been able to find any decent ones...Anyway, I guess that's it for now, but please don't forget to review! See that pretty blue button down there? You know, at the bottom of the page? That is your friend...see, it likes to be petted.... and if it gets petted, say, about 50 more times, it will be very very happy...