Part 3
A/N: Brownie points to anyone who knows where Bill's line to Ron as he opens the door and Ron's response came from. And I hope y'all enjoy this part-I wasn't planning to have any more. And if you want a companion to this pice, go read Of Flying Cars and Motercycles.
It had been three days since he had sent Pig off to Hermione. She must've gone out of town. (Without telling you?) Or maybe Pig didn't make it. (When has Pig ever not made it?) Or maybe she just-
(Maybe she just doesn't like you.)
With a groan, Ron fell back onto his bed. He was an idiot to send that letter. He was an idiot to tell his family what he thought. Basically, Ron felt like an all around idiot. He hadn't heard back from Hermione, and his family was now whispering around him. Charlie had moved back in and had begun sleeping in Ron's room on the floor. Well, maybe sleeping wasn't the right word. Char would sit there and watch Ron all night. He hadn't had a decent night's sleep in the past 3 days. It made Ron feel a bit guilty, but hey-it was his choice.
But now, for now he was alone, and waiting for Hermione's answer. Waiting to see if he had truly ruined his life...or if it was just that damn voice lying to him again.
"RON!" came a call from the stairs, "Ron!! Are you still up there sulking?" Bill's voice carried up the stairs and grew louder as it got closer to him.
Ron just sighed and rolled towards the wall, ignoring his older brother. He didn't feel like answering anymore questions.
"Ron," Bill breathed as he opened the door, "Where in God's name have you been?"
"Right here Bill," Ron answered simply, still facing the wall.
"Stop being such a damn smart ass," Bill snapped, "Ginny's worried about you."
"Just Ginny?"
"Damnit Ron, stop being so insensitive!" Bill yelled has he shut the door with a thud, "Mum's been having kittens about you, Charlie hasn't slept a wink, Ginny won't stop crying, and all because of you!"
"All because of me?" Ron asked rolling over to look at Bill, "So this whole thing is my fault?"
"The situation about You-know-who isn't your fault Ron," Bill answered, his voice softening a bit, "It's not anybody's fault. But in speaking terms of our family, yes it is your fault. What is it with you lately Ron? Everyone's been worried about you."
"Do you remember your last summer home after Hogwarts Bill?" Ron suddenly demanded, "Do you? Because I do. I was only about five, and I kept thinking...wow. This great guy named Bill is coming home to visit me, I don't actually remember him, but from the way the twins and Perc talk about him, he's got to be cool. Maybe he'll actually pay attention to me." Ron stood up, "And Mum went to pick you and Charlie up from the station and bring you home, and Grandmum stayed with the five of us, paying no attention to me what so ever.
"She had even brought stuff for us-well them really. Ginny got a little make-up kit that she couldn't figure out, the twins got a set of trick wands, Perc got some new books, she had a new pair of boots for you, and a broom repair kit for Charlie, but you know what Bill? She didn't bring me anything. You could tell afterward she felt bad, and she apologized and fretted over me-for about two seconds before the twins set off dungbombs and Perc started yelling and Ginny started crying. And then she just left me in the corner.
"But that was alright then. I didn't mind. Cause Bill was coming home. Charlie always forgot about me, but I barely knew you. Maybe you'd be different then everyone else. Maybe you actually care about me.
"So Mum brings you home, and you ruffle the twins hair, you swing Ginny around, and give Percy a pat on the back. And then you walk up to me. You kneel down and front of me and you remember what you said? You said, 'Hey Jon. How ya doin?' Then without even waiting for an answer, you walked off." Ron took a deep breath. "You didn't even know my name Bill. What a great first memory. Gran forgets me, and you don't even know my name. That was the last time I cried. I cried in my room, up here, by myself, for four hours. And no one came to get me."
"Ron-" Bill began.
"Funny you all remember me now that I'm friends with Harry," he muttered before laying back down on the bed facing the wall again.
"You know that's not-"
"Just leave Bill," Ron replied scathingly. Realizing he was probably doing more harm than good, Bill retreated.
(He didn't deserve that. Don't take your anger out on your family.)
"I'll take my anger out on whoever I bloody want too," Ron muttered, "And SHUT UP."
(I'm sure Hermione would just love seeing you act like this.)
"And what's that suppose to mean?" Ron demanded the air, "What's that suppose to mean?"
But whatever the voice was going to say was interrupted by Pig. He crash landed into the wall and passed out on the spot, but he had a letter. Ron picked the unconscious bird up, tore the letter off, and dropped Pig on his head again. He ripped open the note.
Dear Ron,
I miss you too, and it is tough being away from both you and Harry. (Oh great, Harry too.) I know what you mean about Voldemort-it's scary being in another world without any idea about what's going on. You'll keep me updated will you?
I'm glad the rest of your family knows about Sirius. That is more people on your side, although your right (she's saying I'm right about something) for once, it is weird having others know. And about the death and the idea of facing Voldemort-I'm just as scared as you are. (just as scared as me....) I didn't want to think about it, but when I got your letter I realized we will be fighting-both of us. And as much as I want to help-I don't want to die. (I don't either) and I couldn't live without you and Harry you two are as important to me as magic is. (oh wizards)
And I-I like you too. I always have, and I do care about you Ron, more people care about you than you realize. You just wait and see. (what's she playing at?)
What's there to be sorry about? (everything)
Hermione
Ron read through the letter a few times more before sinking down onto his bed. He tried to prove her last statements wrong-nobody cared about him, they all forgot him.
(Then why did Charlie get you a chess set when you were four?)
He just got lucky-
(Why have Fred and George always tried their experiments on you first?)
I'm just an easy target-
(Why does Ginny always come to you when one of the others makes fun of you instead of Bill or Charlie?)
I dunno-
(Why did Bill write you every week when he moved to Egypt?)
He-
(Why does Perc always talk to you?)
Maybe-
(Why does your dad only let you into his Muggle toolshed?)
Well-
(Why does your mum always make you an extra sandwich at lunch?)
She-
(Face it Ron. You're family cares about you. Now get your ass down there and apologize.)
"Alright, alright," Ron finally gave in, and dropped the note as he headed down to Ginny's room.
"Hey Gin?" he called through her door. There was no answer. After a few more calls, Ron finally heard a soft click when she unlocked the door. Ron gently pushed it open and walked in and took a seat on her bed where she was laying staring at the wall much like he had been doing earlier that day.
"Listen Gin-I'm sorry alright? I really am," Ron mumbled looking at the floor, "It's just-this whole Voldemort thing is-well it's scary. And I guess I'm just-well I'm scared. I'm really scared Ginny and I-" he was suddenly interrupted by Ginny's hands being thrown around his neck and her head sobbing onto his shoulder.
"Ginny, don't," Ron stuttered patting her head, "You know I'm bad with girls and crying."
"Oh Ron," can Ginny's muffled voice from his shirt, "You prat." It took a few more minutes of Ginny's muffled sobs and Ron patting her head until she spoke again.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so-I'm scared too Ron," she admitted, pulling back from him, "And I do worry about you, greatly. I'm sorry I've been so over-reactive."
"It's not your fault," Ron reassured her, "Hermi's scared too she's-"
"Oh, Hermione?" Ginny asked with her first smile in days, "Now what does Hermione have to say on all of this?"
"She's just - Get that smirk off of your face Gin," Ron said flinging a pillow at her.
"Why?" Ginny asked actually looking excited, "I just think that someone fancies her, and I think that someone is you!"
"Oh goody, you've really figured me out," Ron replied sarcastically.
"You DO fancy her!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Yes, that's ancient history, didn't you know Gin?" he asked teasingly, "And she happens to feel the same way about me, so if you wouldn't mind.."
"Ahh!!!" Ginny squealed as she hopped off the bed, with the most energy Ron had seen in her in weeks, "this is just perfect!! I'm going to ask Mum if she can come visit soon!!" Without waiting for Ron to answer Ginny bolted down the stairs to where her mother was cooking dinner. Ron followed her at a bit more leisurely pace.
"And I just think it'd be better for her here, don't you agree Mum?" Ginny's voice floated up the stairs, "And I really would be a bit more cheerful with another girl around, it's just so gloomy with a bunch of guys, there's no one to talk too."
"Well, alright honey," a startled Mrs. Weasley replied, "Go write to her, tell her she can come whenever she'd like." Ron was almost at the bottom of the stairs when Ginny ran smack into him.
"She said yes! Isn't this just perfect?" she squealed before darting past. Ron sighed after her before descending the stairs to deal with the rest of his family.
2nd A/N: uh....not to be annoying, but join the RWWB. (The Ron Weasley Worshiping Bannas.) if ya wanna join, email me @ chickfix@aol.com or Phoenix Angel @ OctopusReaches@aol.com no metma members please. THANKS!!!
A/N: Brownie points to anyone who knows where Bill's line to Ron as he opens the door and Ron's response came from. And I hope y'all enjoy this part-I wasn't planning to have any more. And if you want a companion to this pice, go read Of Flying Cars and Motercycles.
It had been three days since he had sent Pig off to Hermione. She must've gone out of town. (Without telling you?) Or maybe Pig didn't make it. (When has Pig ever not made it?) Or maybe she just-
(Maybe she just doesn't like you.)
With a groan, Ron fell back onto his bed. He was an idiot to send that letter. He was an idiot to tell his family what he thought. Basically, Ron felt like an all around idiot. He hadn't heard back from Hermione, and his family was now whispering around him. Charlie had moved back in and had begun sleeping in Ron's room on the floor. Well, maybe sleeping wasn't the right word. Char would sit there and watch Ron all night. He hadn't had a decent night's sleep in the past 3 days. It made Ron feel a bit guilty, but hey-it was his choice.
But now, for now he was alone, and waiting for Hermione's answer. Waiting to see if he had truly ruined his life...or if it was just that damn voice lying to him again.
"RON!" came a call from the stairs, "Ron!! Are you still up there sulking?" Bill's voice carried up the stairs and grew louder as it got closer to him.
Ron just sighed and rolled towards the wall, ignoring his older brother. He didn't feel like answering anymore questions.
"Ron," Bill breathed as he opened the door, "Where in God's name have you been?"
"Right here Bill," Ron answered simply, still facing the wall.
"Stop being such a damn smart ass," Bill snapped, "Ginny's worried about you."
"Just Ginny?"
"Damnit Ron, stop being so insensitive!" Bill yelled has he shut the door with a thud, "Mum's been having kittens about you, Charlie hasn't slept a wink, Ginny won't stop crying, and all because of you!"
"All because of me?" Ron asked rolling over to look at Bill, "So this whole thing is my fault?"
"The situation about You-know-who isn't your fault Ron," Bill answered, his voice softening a bit, "It's not anybody's fault. But in speaking terms of our family, yes it is your fault. What is it with you lately Ron? Everyone's been worried about you."
"Do you remember your last summer home after Hogwarts Bill?" Ron suddenly demanded, "Do you? Because I do. I was only about five, and I kept thinking...wow. This great guy named Bill is coming home to visit me, I don't actually remember him, but from the way the twins and Perc talk about him, he's got to be cool. Maybe he'll actually pay attention to me." Ron stood up, "And Mum went to pick you and Charlie up from the station and bring you home, and Grandmum stayed with the five of us, paying no attention to me what so ever.
"She had even brought stuff for us-well them really. Ginny got a little make-up kit that she couldn't figure out, the twins got a set of trick wands, Perc got some new books, she had a new pair of boots for you, and a broom repair kit for Charlie, but you know what Bill? She didn't bring me anything. You could tell afterward she felt bad, and she apologized and fretted over me-for about two seconds before the twins set off dungbombs and Perc started yelling and Ginny started crying. And then she just left me in the corner.
"But that was alright then. I didn't mind. Cause Bill was coming home. Charlie always forgot about me, but I barely knew you. Maybe you'd be different then everyone else. Maybe you actually care about me.
"So Mum brings you home, and you ruffle the twins hair, you swing Ginny around, and give Percy a pat on the back. And then you walk up to me. You kneel down and front of me and you remember what you said? You said, 'Hey Jon. How ya doin?' Then without even waiting for an answer, you walked off." Ron took a deep breath. "You didn't even know my name Bill. What a great first memory. Gran forgets me, and you don't even know my name. That was the last time I cried. I cried in my room, up here, by myself, for four hours. And no one came to get me."
"Ron-" Bill began.
"Funny you all remember me now that I'm friends with Harry," he muttered before laying back down on the bed facing the wall again.
"You know that's not-"
"Just leave Bill," Ron replied scathingly. Realizing he was probably doing more harm than good, Bill retreated.
(He didn't deserve that. Don't take your anger out on your family.)
"I'll take my anger out on whoever I bloody want too," Ron muttered, "And SHUT UP."
(I'm sure Hermione would just love seeing you act like this.)
"And what's that suppose to mean?" Ron demanded the air, "What's that suppose to mean?"
But whatever the voice was going to say was interrupted by Pig. He crash landed into the wall and passed out on the spot, but he had a letter. Ron picked the unconscious bird up, tore the letter off, and dropped Pig on his head again. He ripped open the note.
Dear Ron,
I miss you too, and it is tough being away from both you and Harry. (Oh great, Harry too.) I know what you mean about Voldemort-it's scary being in another world without any idea about what's going on. You'll keep me updated will you?
I'm glad the rest of your family knows about Sirius. That is more people on your side, although your right (she's saying I'm right about something) for once, it is weird having others know. And about the death and the idea of facing Voldemort-I'm just as scared as you are. (just as scared as me....) I didn't want to think about it, but when I got your letter I realized we will be fighting-both of us. And as much as I want to help-I don't want to die. (I don't either) and I couldn't live without you and Harry you two are as important to me as magic is. (oh wizards)
And I-I like you too. I always have, and I do care about you Ron, more people care about you than you realize. You just wait and see. (what's she playing at?)
What's there to be sorry about? (everything)
Hermione
Ron read through the letter a few times more before sinking down onto his bed. He tried to prove her last statements wrong-nobody cared about him, they all forgot him.
(Then why did Charlie get you a chess set when you were four?)
He just got lucky-
(Why have Fred and George always tried their experiments on you first?)
I'm just an easy target-
(Why does Ginny always come to you when one of the others makes fun of you instead of Bill or Charlie?)
I dunno-
(Why did Bill write you every week when he moved to Egypt?)
He-
(Why does Perc always talk to you?)
Maybe-
(Why does your dad only let you into his Muggle toolshed?)
Well-
(Why does your mum always make you an extra sandwich at lunch?)
She-
(Face it Ron. You're family cares about you. Now get your ass down there and apologize.)
"Alright, alright," Ron finally gave in, and dropped the note as he headed down to Ginny's room.
"Hey Gin?" he called through her door. There was no answer. After a few more calls, Ron finally heard a soft click when she unlocked the door. Ron gently pushed it open and walked in and took a seat on her bed where she was laying staring at the wall much like he had been doing earlier that day.
"Listen Gin-I'm sorry alright? I really am," Ron mumbled looking at the floor, "It's just-this whole Voldemort thing is-well it's scary. And I guess I'm just-well I'm scared. I'm really scared Ginny and I-" he was suddenly interrupted by Ginny's hands being thrown around his neck and her head sobbing onto his shoulder.
"Ginny, don't," Ron stuttered patting her head, "You know I'm bad with girls and crying."
"Oh Ron," can Ginny's muffled voice from his shirt, "You prat." It took a few more minutes of Ginny's muffled sobs and Ron patting her head until she spoke again.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so-I'm scared too Ron," she admitted, pulling back from him, "And I do worry about you, greatly. I'm sorry I've been so over-reactive."
"It's not your fault," Ron reassured her, "Hermi's scared too she's-"
"Oh, Hermione?" Ginny asked with her first smile in days, "Now what does Hermione have to say on all of this?"
"She's just - Get that smirk off of your face Gin," Ron said flinging a pillow at her.
"Why?" Ginny asked actually looking excited, "I just think that someone fancies her, and I think that someone is you!"
"Oh goody, you've really figured me out," Ron replied sarcastically.
"You DO fancy her!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Yes, that's ancient history, didn't you know Gin?" he asked teasingly, "And she happens to feel the same way about me, so if you wouldn't mind.."
"Ahh!!!" Ginny squealed as she hopped off the bed, with the most energy Ron had seen in her in weeks, "this is just perfect!! I'm going to ask Mum if she can come visit soon!!" Without waiting for Ron to answer Ginny bolted down the stairs to where her mother was cooking dinner. Ron followed her at a bit more leisurely pace.
"And I just think it'd be better for her here, don't you agree Mum?" Ginny's voice floated up the stairs, "And I really would be a bit more cheerful with another girl around, it's just so gloomy with a bunch of guys, there's no one to talk too."
"Well, alright honey," a startled Mrs. Weasley replied, "Go write to her, tell her she can come whenever she'd like." Ron was almost at the bottom of the stairs when Ginny ran smack into him.
"She said yes! Isn't this just perfect?" she squealed before darting past. Ron sighed after her before descending the stairs to deal with the rest of his family.
2nd A/N: uh....not to be annoying, but join the RWWB. (The Ron Weasley Worshiping Bannas.) if ya wanna join, email me @ chickfix@aol.com or Phoenix Angel @ OctopusReaches@aol.com no metma members please. THANKS!!!