A/N: This isn't my favorite chapter, but I had fun writing it! R&R, I
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"Oops, sorry Hermione." He said, stopping mid-spell. Hermione opened her mouth to speak.
"Hahaha, oh my, ha! You shouldn't be-hahahaha! Ron, take this spell off-hahaha! Ha! This is not funny, Ron -hahaha--! I ought to-hahahah!" Hermione fell to the floor, laughing hysterically. Ron cast her a worried glance.
"Ronahahaha! You think that you're the-hahaha-only one who can doahahaha a proper cheering charm, well watch-haha-this one!' she laughed, gasping for breath. "Flubgubwubit! I mean, Flubwubblegubwubtub! Hahaha! Fluberwubgibwit! Flubgibberet!"
The last one proved effective, although not nearly as strong as Ron's. Nevertheless, it had Ron rolling on the floor and acting more than a bit strange after just a few seconds.
"Hermione, you are such a -haha! Actually, I don't know what you -hahaha-are. Hah! I'm sorry about -haha!- saying things about -haha--Krum, but he's -hahaha!-sort of grumpy, eh? -hahaha!-Grumpy Krum Grum! HAHA!
"Not as grumpy as -haha!-you, you nibbertwit! Hahaha! I called you a -ha-Nibbertwit! Haha!" Hermione giggled.
This went on for a few more minutes until Ron started to notice the effects of the charm wearing off a bit and beginning to give way to a new feeling of emptiness and coldness.
"Haha!- Hermione, do you feel that funny feeling?-Haha-that's like a twister tongue! Feel funny feelings! Hahaha! " Ron called, who was still feeling a bit off. Hermione sat on a broken piece of furniture, humming a song. It didn't seem to have any consistent tune and was often punctuated by insane giggles and small bangs as she feel off the broken table.
"Hermione, --haha-I feel the dementors. Maybe we should get our wands out, you know? Just in case they want to eat us? Yum yum! Hahahah!"
Hermione seemed to come to a little bit as she looked up at him. "The dementors are -hahahahaha!-getting closer, I can feel them. We should-hic- be ready to do -haha!-patronus charms."
Ron nodded, glad to see the spell was beginning to wear off on Hermione as well. Ron tried his best to sit quietly and think, and around ten minutes later the charm had almost completely lost it's effect.
The last of the charm had left him when he could feel the Dementor's presence very nearby. Suddenly the door flew open, and about seven or eight of them glided eerily into the room. Ron gasped for air as they approached, their rotten hands groping the air as though trying to pull the joy and light from it. Images began to flash through his head; his second year, hearing that Ginny was dead; the sickening sound of his leg cracking and the hate he had felt when finding out what Scabbers truly was in third; Harry pulling Cedric's body from the maze in fourth.
The images spun around him like some horrible movie as he frantically tried to get his bearings. The darkness was pressing in on him like a blanket; suffocating him, blinding him. Behind him, he heard an already weak Hermione slump to the floor as he felt his legs buckle. Hermione. He had to fight, had to try. For Hermione. Pointing his wand at a dementor that was bending over her, only a foot or so away from claiming her soul, he thought with all his might about earlier that day. Hermione's face appeared in his mind. "I like you too."
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" He yelled, and out of his wand a golden lion leapt, roaring and pawing the air. "Help Hermione!" He yelled to it hoarsely, although a second dementor was only inches away from Ron himself. The lion charged into the dementor on top of Hermione, knocking it off of her. It then roared again and slashed the one who was about to kiss him. Ron only had enough energy to crawl over to where Hermione lay on the floor before his world was engulfed in black.
A/N: I don't remember if it was mentioned in the 5th book what Ron's Patronus is, but I'm too lazy to check it out so I decided on a lion. The last chapter is already finished and will be here 2morrow or the next day.
"Oops, sorry Hermione." He said, stopping mid-spell. Hermione opened her mouth to speak.
"Hahaha, oh my, ha! You shouldn't be-hahahaha! Ron, take this spell off-hahaha! Ha! This is not funny, Ron -hahaha--! I ought to-hahahah!" Hermione fell to the floor, laughing hysterically. Ron cast her a worried glance.
"Ronahahaha! You think that you're the-hahaha-only one who can doahahaha a proper cheering charm, well watch-haha-this one!' she laughed, gasping for breath. "Flubgubwubit! I mean, Flubwubblegubwubtub! Hahaha! Fluberwubgibwit! Flubgibberet!"
The last one proved effective, although not nearly as strong as Ron's. Nevertheless, it had Ron rolling on the floor and acting more than a bit strange after just a few seconds.
"Hermione, you are such a -haha! Actually, I don't know what you -hahaha-are. Hah! I'm sorry about -haha!- saying things about -haha--Krum, but he's -hahaha!-sort of grumpy, eh? -hahaha!-Grumpy Krum Grum! HAHA!
"Not as grumpy as -haha!-you, you nibbertwit! Hahaha! I called you a -ha-Nibbertwit! Haha!" Hermione giggled.
This went on for a few more minutes until Ron started to notice the effects of the charm wearing off a bit and beginning to give way to a new feeling of emptiness and coldness.
"Haha!- Hermione, do you feel that funny feeling?-Haha-that's like a twister tongue! Feel funny feelings! Hahaha! " Ron called, who was still feeling a bit off. Hermione sat on a broken piece of furniture, humming a song. It didn't seem to have any consistent tune and was often punctuated by insane giggles and small bangs as she feel off the broken table.
"Hermione, --haha-I feel the dementors. Maybe we should get our wands out, you know? Just in case they want to eat us? Yum yum! Hahahah!"
Hermione seemed to come to a little bit as she looked up at him. "The dementors are -hahahahaha!-getting closer, I can feel them. We should-hic- be ready to do -haha!-patronus charms."
Ron nodded, glad to see the spell was beginning to wear off on Hermione as well. Ron tried his best to sit quietly and think, and around ten minutes later the charm had almost completely lost it's effect.
The last of the charm had left him when he could feel the Dementor's presence very nearby. Suddenly the door flew open, and about seven or eight of them glided eerily into the room. Ron gasped for air as they approached, their rotten hands groping the air as though trying to pull the joy and light from it. Images began to flash through his head; his second year, hearing that Ginny was dead; the sickening sound of his leg cracking and the hate he had felt when finding out what Scabbers truly was in third; Harry pulling Cedric's body from the maze in fourth.
The images spun around him like some horrible movie as he frantically tried to get his bearings. The darkness was pressing in on him like a blanket; suffocating him, blinding him. Behind him, he heard an already weak Hermione slump to the floor as he felt his legs buckle. Hermione. He had to fight, had to try. For Hermione. Pointing his wand at a dementor that was bending over her, only a foot or so away from claiming her soul, he thought with all his might about earlier that day. Hermione's face appeared in his mind. "I like you too."
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" He yelled, and out of his wand a golden lion leapt, roaring and pawing the air. "Help Hermione!" He yelled to it hoarsely, although a second dementor was only inches away from Ron himself. The lion charged into the dementor on top of Hermione, knocking it off of her. It then roared again and slashed the one who was about to kiss him. Ron only had enough energy to crawl over to where Hermione lay on the floor before his world was engulfed in black.
A/N: I don't remember if it was mentioned in the 5th book what Ron's Patronus is, but I'm too lazy to check it out so I decided on a lion. The last chapter is already finished and will be here 2morrow or the next day.