AN- the promised turn of events. ^_^
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Harry was in the middle of trying to get Viktor and Ron to stop fighting when he suddenly realized that Hermione was nowhere to be found. Her words came flooding into his mind, "maybe suicide is the only way out of this....."
"Stop!" Harry yelled. "Stop, you two, Hermione is going to commit suicide!"
Viktor, who had a bloody nose, and Ron, who's eye was swollen, both looked up at Harry.
"what are you talking about?" Demanded Ron.
"She told me earlier today that she thought suicide was the only way out of this! Where did she get to......"
"I saw her run into the ladies room," offered Ginny, "I'll bet she's still there,"
practically the entire party ran into the passage to the restrooms. "At least she's safe in there." Someone said.
"yeah, what's she gonna do, drown herself in a toilet?" Someone else agreed.
Cho gave a yell. "Oh no!"
"What is it?" asked Harry.
"When I booked this castle they said they were riding it of rats and that they were keeping rat poison in the girl's bathroom!!! "
"Shit!"exclaimed harry.
'"Damn it! Hermione!!" shouted Ron, pounding on the door of the ladies room. "If you don't come out by the count of three I'm coming in! ONE - TWO - THREE!!" he turned the knob. "Shit, it's locked."
'Step aside " George was yelling. '"I'll have her out in a moment," he began to pick the lock.
Inside the bathroom, Hermione was frightened. She wanted to kiss Ron good-bye, She wanted to tell all of her friends that she would miss them, but she knew that if they got in, she wouldn''t go through with it. She tore open the bottle and emptied it in three seconds flat. Just then the door bust open and Ron saw her, looking scared and confused, haunched over the sink, a bottle in her hand. he ran to her and said, "Hermione, Don't do it. I love you Hermione, don't do it!"
"I have to, Ron. I can't go on like this, hurting you and hurting Viktor! "
"BY KILLING YOURSELF YOU'LL ONLY HURT US WORSE!" he bellowed. He went up to Hermione and took her in his arms like he had when they were dancing. "Please," he whispered. "It's all my fault, I'd never forgive myself. I love you so much it hurts. I know I never treated you right, but that can all change now." Hermione was sobbing into his shirt. "I'll get help. I promise, I won't drink. I was always so scared of telling you how I felt because I thought you hated me. But I'm braver, now. I love you, Hermione, I love you."
Hermione changed her mind. She didn't want to die. She wanted to live forever, just as she was. She never wanted the fluttery, flying sensation in her heart to die. It was true love, and they both knew it. Hermione looked desperately into his eyes. They were such a deep blue, so clear yet so cloudy. She smiled weakly and gave a small nod.
Before Hermione could do anything, she found herself caught in Ron's embrace. She loved the feel of his lips against hers , and the feel of her heart beating with his. Everything was perfect, she even had some color in her face and some light in her eyes. Nothing could spoil the perfect moment -- nothing except the full bottle of arsenic (which is also known as the deadly rat poison ) coursing through her veins. A sharp pang in her head made hermione withdraw from Ron.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"umm..." the bathroom was spinning before her eyes. "Nothing. I - I guess I'm just fully catching on to what's going on...... that's all." As much as she wanted to live, she wanted to make the night perfect. It could wait. Arsenic was a slow acting poison, right? Or was that snake venom..........
"well, we can't stay in this bathroom forever."
"Who says," replied Ron, impishly, as he took Hermione back into his arms. She fell back a bit.
"I have to tell Viktor that it's over between us. If I wait, It'll only get worse." She sighed.
"I guess you're right." He extended his hand to his black eye. "Maybe it would be best if I stood on the other side of the great hall when you tell him."
Hermione smiled almost apologetically. "Yeah, that would probably be best."
Harry was on the outside of the Ladies Restroom, trying to stop the crowd from bursting in to catch some of the action. if there was one thing he knew, it was that they'd want to be alone. The hardest person to contain was Viktor, who seemed desperate to get in. And let me tell you, harry was extremely glad when Ron and Hermione walked out of the restroom; Viktor was on the verge of blasting Harry out of the way to get to her.
"let me pass!" he bellowed.
"Viktor, you have to understand. There's no way you can help the situation, you can only make it worse." Harry had tried to explain.
"I vant to see Herm-own-ninny!"
"if you go in, you and Ron are sure to get into another fight! That's what fueled Hermione's suicide attempts in the first place!"
"I promise I vont fight." Viktor said in a falsely calm voice. "I just vant to see Herm-own-ninny! Harry! get out of my way or I vill make you!"
"But -" Harry sighed as Ron and Hermione pushed on the restroom door from the other side. "You can, she's coming out right now."
Ron walked out the door first, followed closely by Hermione. They were hand in hand, which enraged Viktor to the point of no return. His eyes flashed and narrowed dangerously under his knitted eyebrows. His fists clenched, as if he was going to punch Ron again. Harry had never seen Viktor this way. He was positively barbaric as he watched them walk to the main hall. Hermione was limping slightly and could barely stand up, Harry noticed. He wondered if Ron had struck her. But no, surely Hermione wouldn't have that look on her face if he was spiteful. Ron had only had three beers, which wasn't nearly enough to get him drunk. Harry knew very well that he would never touch Hermione if he was sober. Ron may have been an alcoholic, but he wasn't the type of person to beat anyone (if he was in his right mind, that is). Harry ran up to them.
"So...." he inquired. "What's going on." Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but massaged her forehead instead. She shook her head a couple of times. "Hermione, are you all right?" She looked sicker than he'd ever seen her, even paler than she normally was.
"Fine." She squeaked. "I'm fine, we're fine, everything's fine except the fact that I can't hide from Viktor forever." Her forehead wrinkled with apprehension. "I suppose it's now or never and it most certainly can't be never." She got up and stumbled to the small table Viktor was sitting at.
Harry glanced at Ron who looked extremely strange. Harry could tell that he was worried about Hermione's limp, and how terribly pale and sick she looked. Harry also knew that he was still dazed from the episode in the bathroom, the episode harry was clueless about but intended to get every detail of.
"What happened when you two were in there, alone, by yourselves, without the rest of the world staring at you?"
"huh?" Ron seemed to have been jerked out of a state of deep thought. "Oh, nothing much....."
"Oh, come on Ron! I know you better that that! You wouldn't have that look on your face in 'nothing' happened in there." Harry laughed.
"okay, okay." Ron was smiling rather vindictively. "Well, when I got in, she was standing over the sink with a bottle of rat poison in her hand. So, I put my arms around her and begged her not to drink it. I told her I loved her and that I intended to get help with my ...... er......problem. And I do, too! I would -" Ron stopped suddenly and went white.
"What?" Harry asked, frantically. "What;s wrong?"
The words had barely escaped his mouth when Ron got up and fled to the girl's bathroom.
"I don't understand, what's wrong."
"I remember taking the bottle out of her hand, but I don't remember -" he stopped dead. He picked up the bottle of arsenic Hermione had tried to poison herself with. It was empty.
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Harry was in the middle of trying to get Viktor and Ron to stop fighting when he suddenly realized that Hermione was nowhere to be found. Her words came flooding into his mind, "maybe suicide is the only way out of this....."
"Stop!" Harry yelled. "Stop, you two, Hermione is going to commit suicide!"
Viktor, who had a bloody nose, and Ron, who's eye was swollen, both looked up at Harry.
"what are you talking about?" Demanded Ron.
"She told me earlier today that she thought suicide was the only way out of this! Where did she get to......"
"I saw her run into the ladies room," offered Ginny, "I'll bet she's still there,"
practically the entire party ran into the passage to the restrooms. "At least she's safe in there." Someone said.
"yeah, what's she gonna do, drown herself in a toilet?" Someone else agreed.
Cho gave a yell. "Oh no!"
"What is it?" asked Harry.
"When I booked this castle they said they were riding it of rats and that they were keeping rat poison in the girl's bathroom!!! "
"Shit!"exclaimed harry.
'"Damn it! Hermione!!" shouted Ron, pounding on the door of the ladies room. "If you don't come out by the count of three I'm coming in! ONE - TWO - THREE!!" he turned the knob. "Shit, it's locked."
'Step aside " George was yelling. '"I'll have her out in a moment," he began to pick the lock.
Inside the bathroom, Hermione was frightened. She wanted to kiss Ron good-bye, She wanted to tell all of her friends that she would miss them, but she knew that if they got in, she wouldn''t go through with it. She tore open the bottle and emptied it in three seconds flat. Just then the door bust open and Ron saw her, looking scared and confused, haunched over the sink, a bottle in her hand. he ran to her and said, "Hermione, Don't do it. I love you Hermione, don't do it!"
"I have to, Ron. I can't go on like this, hurting you and hurting Viktor! "
"BY KILLING YOURSELF YOU'LL ONLY HURT US WORSE!" he bellowed. He went up to Hermione and took her in his arms like he had when they were dancing. "Please," he whispered. "It's all my fault, I'd never forgive myself. I love you so much it hurts. I know I never treated you right, but that can all change now." Hermione was sobbing into his shirt. "I'll get help. I promise, I won't drink. I was always so scared of telling you how I felt because I thought you hated me. But I'm braver, now. I love you, Hermione, I love you."
Hermione changed her mind. She didn't want to die. She wanted to live forever, just as she was. She never wanted the fluttery, flying sensation in her heart to die. It was true love, and they both knew it. Hermione looked desperately into his eyes. They were such a deep blue, so clear yet so cloudy. She smiled weakly and gave a small nod.
Before Hermione could do anything, she found herself caught in Ron's embrace. She loved the feel of his lips against hers , and the feel of her heart beating with his. Everything was perfect, she even had some color in her face and some light in her eyes. Nothing could spoil the perfect moment -- nothing except the full bottle of arsenic (which is also known as the deadly rat poison ) coursing through her veins. A sharp pang in her head made hermione withdraw from Ron.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"umm..." the bathroom was spinning before her eyes. "Nothing. I - I guess I'm just fully catching on to what's going on...... that's all." As much as she wanted to live, she wanted to make the night perfect. It could wait. Arsenic was a slow acting poison, right? Or was that snake venom..........
"well, we can't stay in this bathroom forever."
"Who says," replied Ron, impishly, as he took Hermione back into his arms. She fell back a bit.
"I have to tell Viktor that it's over between us. If I wait, It'll only get worse." She sighed.
"I guess you're right." He extended his hand to his black eye. "Maybe it would be best if I stood on the other side of the great hall when you tell him."
Hermione smiled almost apologetically. "Yeah, that would probably be best."
Harry was on the outside of the Ladies Restroom, trying to stop the crowd from bursting in to catch some of the action. if there was one thing he knew, it was that they'd want to be alone. The hardest person to contain was Viktor, who seemed desperate to get in. And let me tell you, harry was extremely glad when Ron and Hermione walked out of the restroom; Viktor was on the verge of blasting Harry out of the way to get to her.
"let me pass!" he bellowed.
"Viktor, you have to understand. There's no way you can help the situation, you can only make it worse." Harry had tried to explain.
"I vant to see Herm-own-ninny!"
"if you go in, you and Ron are sure to get into another fight! That's what fueled Hermione's suicide attempts in the first place!"
"I promise I vont fight." Viktor said in a falsely calm voice. "I just vant to see Herm-own-ninny! Harry! get out of my way or I vill make you!"
"But -" Harry sighed as Ron and Hermione pushed on the restroom door from the other side. "You can, she's coming out right now."
Ron walked out the door first, followed closely by Hermione. They were hand in hand, which enraged Viktor to the point of no return. His eyes flashed and narrowed dangerously under his knitted eyebrows. His fists clenched, as if he was going to punch Ron again. Harry had never seen Viktor this way. He was positively barbaric as he watched them walk to the main hall. Hermione was limping slightly and could barely stand up, Harry noticed. He wondered if Ron had struck her. But no, surely Hermione wouldn't have that look on her face if he was spiteful. Ron had only had three beers, which wasn't nearly enough to get him drunk. Harry knew very well that he would never touch Hermione if he was sober. Ron may have been an alcoholic, but he wasn't the type of person to beat anyone (if he was in his right mind, that is). Harry ran up to them.
"So...." he inquired. "What's going on." Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but massaged her forehead instead. She shook her head a couple of times. "Hermione, are you all right?" She looked sicker than he'd ever seen her, even paler than she normally was.
"Fine." She squeaked. "I'm fine, we're fine, everything's fine except the fact that I can't hide from Viktor forever." Her forehead wrinkled with apprehension. "I suppose it's now or never and it most certainly can't be never." She got up and stumbled to the small table Viktor was sitting at.
Harry glanced at Ron who looked extremely strange. Harry could tell that he was worried about Hermione's limp, and how terribly pale and sick she looked. Harry also knew that he was still dazed from the episode in the bathroom, the episode harry was clueless about but intended to get every detail of.
"What happened when you two were in there, alone, by yourselves, without the rest of the world staring at you?"
"huh?" Ron seemed to have been jerked out of a state of deep thought. "Oh, nothing much....."
"Oh, come on Ron! I know you better that that! You wouldn't have that look on your face in 'nothing' happened in there." Harry laughed.
"okay, okay." Ron was smiling rather vindictively. "Well, when I got in, she was standing over the sink with a bottle of rat poison in her hand. So, I put my arms around her and begged her not to drink it. I told her I loved her and that I intended to get help with my ...... er......problem. And I do, too! I would -" Ron stopped suddenly and went white.
"What?" Harry asked, frantically. "What;s wrong?"
The words had barely escaped his mouth when Ron got up and fled to the girl's bathroom.
"I don't understand, what's wrong."
"I remember taking the bottle out of her hand, but I don't remember -" he stopped dead. He picked up the bottle of arsenic Hermione had tried to poison herself with. It was empty.