Angel's Blood
Angel's Blood

by anime_angel2000
4/09/01




"Crickey, Hermione, loosen up a bit," Ron said playfully, turning her book upside down. She looked over the withered pages and glared at him. "Thanks, but I would rather look at the book than you. No offense."
He jumped up, his anger showing on his face. "Well, fine then," he retorted vehemently, "I don't care. Hole yourself up in a stupid book, become completely anti social, fine! Why don't you go live in a cave or something, no one would be around to bother you." He ripped the book out of her clenched hands, throwing it across the empty common room.
Hermione jumped up and ran to the portrait hole, shouting, "Why don't you just go jump off a cliff or something, then no one would have to look at your face!" With that, the portrait slammed back into place.
Hermione stormed to the library. "Damn him," she muttered, "this is all his fault." Deep down, though, she felt extremely guilty, because though it was his fault, she had said some pretty mean things too.
She ran to the library, seeing Madame Pince and a few students through the open door, but her feet seemed to carry her past what had been her safe place for almost 6 years. She opened the doors, running onto the wet grass, feeling the rain and hail soak through her hair to her scalp, chilling her to the bone.
Her feet were suddenly pulled out from underneath her, and she slid down a muddy bank, skidding, unhurt, to the valley below the sharp drop. She pulled herself up, sighing with relief. She looked around the valley, and spotted a small scattering of orange, interlaced with a deep, earth-staining red.
Hermione jumped up and ran to the red pool. She dropped, turning over Ron's body. She looked at him, amazed. He had never before seemed so frail, so breakable. She touched his cheeks, where the marks of recent tears made their path. Her hands sifted through his hair, then wandered to his face, brushing the blood away from his mouth. She threw her wet cloak around him and held his head to her, breathing in his calm scent. Her eyes poured the guilt kept inside of her onto her cheeks.
"Hermione," she heard her name, barely a whisper, in that voice, once strong, but now so weak. She looked at him, and his eyes flickered open. "Hermione," he said again, touching her face softly. She smiled weakly.

"Oh, Hermi, I fell... off a cliff, just like you said... maybe you're better than Trelawny thought..." he coughed, covering his mouth with his hand, so she wouldn't see the blood. He looked up at her again, fighting to keep away the darkness creeping at the edge of his mind. "Are you hurt?" she asked. "No," he lied, "Just slipped a bit. I'll be okay." She smiled again, this time a smile of relief. His eyes were filling with an eternal black, and a sudden rushing in his ears told him that he didn't have much time. "Hermione," he whispered, unable to find the power to talk louder, "I'm sorry. Look after Ginny. I--" his eyelids fluttered, and she put her finger across his lips.

"It's going to be okay," she said, smiling through her tears. His eyes closed. And the night was silent.

A/N: Okay, so it stinks. Oh well, it only took me a couple of minutes, another PWP by me... review if ya like, I love criticism!

D/C: MWA HA HA! nope.