Draco walked through the
dark hallway quickly with a purpose. When he came to the portrait of the fat
lady he stopped. He looked at the red headed figure on the cold stone floor
with an expressionless face.
"Practising for when you'll
have to sleep on church doorsteps, are you Weasley?" he asked coldly.
Ron turned, "Oh ha ha
ha, very funny Malfoy, what are you
doing here?"
Draco swooped to help
Ron up, he'd never done that before. Ron looked at him suspiciously.
"I'm not going to ask
how you managed to forget your password again, mostly because I don't care.
Anyway, I have some more important things to say."
Ron glimpsed a flash of
glass, or glasses he thought. He tried to turn but Draco pulled him back.
"Leave it, Weasley. I've
got things to say. Harry. It's hard to say goodbye to yesterday but everyone
has to do it, also, nothing will be the same without you, and by you I mean her
as well. The last thing Weasley is th-."
"What are you playing
at, Malfoy," Ron interrupted.
"Look, I've said his
part, I've said her part, now I'll say my part, Life goes on Weasley, remember
that."
Malfoy turned and strode
away from Ron, before he was gone he turned to look at Ron, raised his wand and
said "Stupendoso,"
The last thing Ron saw
before falling down was the glint of Harry's glasses and the fiery red of
Ginny's hair as they disappeared around the corner.
Ron awoke with a start,
damn dreams. Memories from last night flooded into his head. It was only four in
the morning. He sat up and went to check on Hermione. He opened the door to her
room and saw that her bed was neatly made. The only thing out of place was a
photo album, lying on her bed. He approached it and looked at it. It was a
group picture of himself, Hermione and them. Them being Harry, Ginny and Draco.
Draco stood off to the side, he never could take a joke. Harry had made a
comment on how much he washed his hair. He looked at grumpy Draco, a frown of
annoyance was poised on Draco's lips. It was weird, how Malfoy had been sent to
give him the groups parting messages. Malfoy had seemed weird and out of
character that night. Then again, being nice was never in Malfoy's character.
He flipped to another photo, he clearly remembered telling Hermione to burn
some of these. This one was of himself wearing Harry's glasses, Harry was
holding a carrot above his head, to indicate that Ron was a carrot top. He
remembered Draco's words. Life goes on. Life had gone on, no matter where Harry
and Ginny and Malfoy were. The sun still rose everyday, sometimes he wished it
didn't. It was rather obvious to him that they were dead. You-Know-Who had
disappeared the day after they left. He slammed the photo album shut. A
newspaper clipping floated out. The headline read"
The
Boy Who Lived Dead?
Where has the wizarding
world's hero gone and whom did he pull down with him?
Underneath the article it
had a large picture of Harry and two smaller pictures of Draco and Ginny. In
the right hand corner of the page it had a picture of Hermione's tear stained
face and himself with his face hidden behind his arms. He stared at the article
for a moment, he'd never seen it before. Hermione had made a pact with him to
never look at those incriminating articles, obviously she had broken it. He
strode down the hall, where was she at the crack of dawn? The kitchen was empty
and a cool breeze was blowing through the open door. He looked outside. He had
a cold feeling inside. This had happened before. Hermione had gone missing for
two days and turned up in a muggle hospital a few miles away. He grabbed his
broomstick and soared up into the sky. When he arrived at the hospital he
walked down the aisles to the receptionist desk. He described Hermione to the
nurse who said that no one of that description had come into the hospital. She
gave him a strange look. It wasn't until half way down the corridor he realised
he had worn wizarding robes to bed that night. He noticed a visitor regarding
him as if he had just escaped from the psych ward. He noticed a red haired
woman asleep with her face away from him in a room. If Hermione was here he
wouldn't of thought about checking to see who it was because Hermione would
have already checked. No, he wouldn't look, he was being silly, how could that
be Ginny?. He walked down the corridor deep in thought. He ran straight into a
man. He looked up into the greenest eyes he had ever seen, the eyes of Harry
Potter.
"Harry," he said and his
voice choked.
Before he could blink the
man was gone, he ran down the corridor to where the woman had been. No one was
there. Was he going crazy, why would Harry Potter be hanging around a muggle
hospital? Was he feverish? Was ten years of marriage proposal rejections
finally getting to his head? He ran wildly outside, no sign of anyone. He
jumped on his broomstick in front of numerous muggles and flew back home. He
stepped over Hermione who looked like she'd passed out drunk on the doorstep
and ran upstairs. He grabbed Hermione's photo album forcefully and looked into
the eye's of a smiling Harry. They were the same eyes, he was sure they were.
He ran to his window and stared out of it, maybe they would come. He felt
himself starting to sweat. Was he crazy? He was breathing heavily, It couldn't
be, they were dead. Weren't they?
Out of the darkness she
opened her eyes. She looked up and saw the moon. Draco's face was shadowed in
it, the moon always reminded her of them all. This time the moon framed just
his face. She smiled warmly.
"Come down here," she
whispered then darkness enveloped her again.
Hermione opened her eyes,
she had a blinding headache. She was so cold. She looked down and realised that
she was sopping wet. She'd had such a strange dream. About the moon and Draco.
She's had numerous dreams about the moon before. It had all started when she'd
found Ginny beside the Hogwarts lake. A round shining ball had hung over her
luminescent body. Inside the ball, were their faces. She looked at her fingers,
sometimes she still felt the blinding pain she'd felt when she'd tried to touch
the shining magical sphere. "Only a moonchild can touch the moon,"
Ginny's words echoed in her head. Hermione sat up, all the muscles in her body
ached. She'd looked in all the books possible but she could never find one
about a moonchild. When ever she went to the library any book she suspected may
have had information was out of the library or gone. This had happened for many
years. Librarians looking at her and telling her that no book on that subject
existed. She walked stiffly inside. What had she been thinking? She started to
cough. She ran up to her room and got changed. Ron should have been at work
long ago. She got some coffee and drank it deeply. An owl knocked at the
window. She opened up the window and let the almost black owl in. the letter
was from the ministry. Ron had been seen by various muggles on a broomstick
that morning. She turned around to see Charlie Weasley, the minister of magic
ranting and raving and waving his hands in the fire. He was in a flap because
of all the memory squads that had to be sent out. She ran up to Ron's room to
see if he had left. She banged his door open. Usually they avoided each other
for days after the monthly proposal but today was different.
"What have you been doing? Charlie's
going crazy? Ron , are you alright?" Ron was sitting on his bed, his knees
drawn up to his chest. He was sweating profusely and breathing very heavily.
She crossed the room in two short strides and felt his forehead.
"You're as hot as lava."
She looked at him concerned, she pushed him and tried to get him to lay down.
"Harry? Ginny? Where'd you
go? Why did you runaway?" Ron looked at her with wild eyes.
"Shhh Ron, I'll call the
doctor"
"Hermione, Oh Hermione, I
saw them at the hospital, Oh, will you marry me?"
She brushed his hair from
his face, he was obviously very sick. Not sick enough to forget about milking
it for all it was worth though. Why did he keep proposing?
She picked up some floo
powder and prepared to leave, when she saw the daily prophet. There was an
article about Ron proposing to her last night. It had a picture of the exact
moment Ron's face had crumpled. The headline read:
Still
Waiting for her Harry?
She picked up the paper and
threw it at the wall, why did the prophet always get everything wrong? It was
insult to herself but more than anything, it was an insult to Harry, Ginny and
Draco. She leaned back and slumped on the wall. Why had they wanted to leave
their best friends? Her stomach felt sick ever time she thought about how it would
never be the same again. She desperately wanted her Hogwarts days back. "Please
le t them come back," she whispered.
Please R/R and tell me what
you think.
All characters belong to
J.K Rowling.
