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Chapter five. Ron.
I sigh as I sit in the three broomsticks. I have spent most of my time here lately. Ever since that day that I found Hermione with Snape. That disgusting image is still in my mind. Oh god it makes me feel sick. How could she like him? Let alone love him!
I pour more whiskey into my glass and stare at it. What ever happened? How could I have done what I did? I blame him! I blame Draco. Why did he have to make me feel like that? He was the one that broke up my relationship with her. I can't help the way I feel about people so why should I lose everything over it? OK so maybe I am to blame in a small way. But still I wasn't the one that was caught naked with the worst man on this earth.
I drink the whiskey in one gulp and pour another. Looking around the pub I see it must be getting late. There are fewer people here and Madame Rosmerta is beginning to clear tables. But I can stay here for another hour of so yet. I have no where else to go anyway. Not since Hermione left me anyway. The selfish cow kept the house. She said that it was my own fault. She has that room in Hogwarts and the house. Not to mention Snape's room and his house. She has loads of places to live. But when I am drunk enough the shrieking shack isn't all that bad. At least it keeps me dry. Oh well.
I drink the glass dry in another gulp. As I do so the door of the pub opens. I turn to see a figure in the doorway. I can tell it's a woman but her image is slightly blurred.
"Ron? Is that you?" says the woman. Her voice is full of worry and concern. " Oh god how long have you been here? How much have you drunk?"
I sit up and look at her face. Its Hermione. She looks just as beautiful as ever.
Hermione seemed to be fighting some internal battle. Her face was contorted in concentration and her brow was furrowed. Eventually she looked at me with a mix of pity and anger. She helped me up and paid for the drinks and walked me out of the pub.
It is pitch black outside and I can't see anything, I can just feel her arm in mine, supporting me. I know I don't deserve this, and I think she is thinking the same. After all it was me that cheated on her. Not many people would have the compassion to do this for someone that had hurt them so much. I can still remember the night she had found out about the affair I'd had. It was awful. But then she had cheated on me too. But there was no point dwelling on this fact, as it was me who drove her to it. I had hoped to be her first and only love but that idea had gone to the crups when she had left school. She had married Remus Lupin. A teacher! She had married a teacher. Ironic really, I always new she was married to her education. Anyway when the dark lord had risen to full and extreme power he had twice as many followers as he had before he had fallen, and the battle was gruelling. Finally he had been defeated, by Harry of course, but the followers had remained and ever since there had been violent battles between the dark side and the rest of the wizard world. It was in one of these battles that Remus had been killed. I remember it as if it where yesterday. It was a nighttime ambush and Hermione hadn't been there until the very last moment. We were so close to winning and Remus had been urging us all on along with Sirius and Snape and one of the enemies had walked straight up to him and looked him the eye with a deadly glare. They had stood there eyes locked for a few minutes, daring the other to make the first move, then the enemy had draw a knife and plunged it into Remus's chest. At first we had been sure we could save him, after all it was only a muggle knife. But they enemy had disapperated when we reached Remus, and left the knife in his chest. It was a knife made from the purest silver and it had been plunged through his heart. It was the only way to kill a werewolf. Hermione had run up to him as soon as he fell. She had taken his head and laid it on her lap, cradling it and telling him he would be OK and that she loved him. Then he had looked into her eyes and uttered his last words to her, to the world. He said "Hermione. I love you and I always will, but it may be harder for you to see me now. I will always be with you should you need me, that is if you want me to be. Take me with you everywhere and I will protect you."
She had sobbed into his hair. He had tried to speak again but he couldn't so he smiled at her. It was a smile so full of love and feeling that I felt as though someone had reached into my chest and grabbed hold of my heart. I knew Hermione must have been hurting and I wanted to avenge Remus. To kill the man who had done this to him, to Hermione.
My thoughts had taken me all the way to the house I used to share with Hermione. I looked at it and remembered the first time Hermione and me had walked through the door of this house, right after our wedding. Hermione opened the door and walked in the house.
"Ron come on in. I am not going to baby you. You're an idiot! Why do you do this to yourself?" she snapped at me.
The power she had always had over me is still there, and I obediently step over the threshold into the hall. It looks different from how I remember it. I only left 4 months ago and she has redecorated the whole house. There is a strange coat hanging on the banister and an alien broom in the hallway. I follow her into the living room to find stacks of papers around the place, all clearly marked.
"Ron go and have a shower, you do know where the bathroom is. It may help to sober you up!" she says sternly looking at me.
Without a word I nod in agreement and make my way upstairs. In the hall I notice the broom again.
'It's a Thunderstriker 900, the best bloody broom around! God! Who ever would want or need one of these? I didn't think Hermione liked flying? Oh well.'
I walk up the stairs and stop at the top; there is a light on in our old room. I walk towards the door in all intention of looking inside, but then decide against it. After all I am already very honoured to be talked to by Hermione, after the way I treated her. I turn back and go into the bathroom. Its all emerald green and silver and has the intoxicating smell of lavender. I climb into the shower and switch on the water and stand there for a few minutes becoming adjusted to the feeling of the water trickling down my back. As I stand there I can hear voices down stairs. Loving tones. I bet its Snape.
'Why does she like him? Why the hell? He is an old, big nosed, greasy bastard and I hate him. He made my life hell and he now has my wife. Well she was my wife.'
I got out of the shower and wrapped one of the emerald green fluffy towels. I rubbed all of the water off my body. I picked up my robes and put them on.
I wandered out into the hall and looked around. I felt a bit more sober. I stood on the landing looking at the room that me and Hermione had once shared. The light was still on and I wanted to know if it was Snape that was there and whether he was the one that was still shacked up with her. I took one slow step towards the door. I stopped.
'Should I do this? Wouldn't this be taking liberties?'
I took another step closer.
' What would she say if she found me in here?'
I forget my doubts and walked up tot he doors. With only a slight hesitation I pushed it open.
I looked at the bed. It was Hermione. She was sitting in bed reading. She looked up at me.
"Yes Ron?" she asked.
"Oh nothing Hermione, I was just wondering whether could sleep here to night. Erm I don't men in this room, but maybe I could, oh god I mean." I began.
She gave me a wry smile and nodded.
"Ron sit down," I obeyed her, "Ron I am not going to say that I am doing this because I have completely forgiven you or forgotten how you made me feel, but its because I still care about you. I really do. I mean I know I am as stubborn as a donkey and I am not the most easy going person in the world but you put up with that for years even when we where in school." She sat there and looked at me for a minute.
"Oh god Hermione. I love you. I know what I did was wrong and I felt, I mean I still feel awful about it. But as you must have found out with Snape you can't help loving someone no matter how much you think you love your partner. But you know what I think Hermione?" I said as I looked at her.
"His name is Severus not Snape. And no I don't know what you think Ron." She said.
She was being awfully calm about all this.
"I think that we were in love but we were too good friends. We worked better together as friends than as husband and wife. I think we were both playing it safe and settling down with a person we knew we loved. Even if we weren't in love. Do you understand?" I asked.
Hermione smiled and took hold of my hand.
"Yes Ron that is exactly what I think. I couldn't have put it better myself. I do love you and I think I always will but I love you as a friend and I am not in love with you. But Ron I have something that I need to tell you. It was the reason I brought you here." She said urgently.
'Oh god what's wrong?'
"What is it Hermione?" I asked earnestly.
"Ron there is no easy way of saying this so here goes, Ron I'm pregnant." She said as she looked into my eyes.
I looked at her for a second.
'Why is she telling me this? Is it mine? Oh god what if its Severus's?'
"Erm why are you telling me this Hermione? Is it mine? I don't understand. How many months?" I asked as I dropped hr hand from mine.
"I'm about 4 and a half months pregnant, but Ron I don't know who the father is." She said beginning to cry.
I sat there for a minute trying to come to terms with the fact that I may or may not be a father.
"Is there anyway of finding out?" I asked slowly. "And does, Sna, I mean Severus know?"
She dropped her gaze to the bed.
"No he doesn't. I am going to tell him but I don't know how he will react." she said.
I hugged her and held her tightly for a moment.
"Hermione if he loves you truly then he will love this baby as well. You know he will." I said.
"Thank you Ron" she said and sniffed loudly.
She moved over and motioned for me to sit on the bed more comfortably. She was still crying quietly so I held her and stroked her hair hoping that I would comfort her.
Chapter five. Ron.
I sigh as I sit in the three broomsticks. I have spent most of my time here lately. Ever since that day that I found Hermione with Snape. That disgusting image is still in my mind. Oh god it makes me feel sick. How could she like him? Let alone love him!
I pour more whiskey into my glass and stare at it. What ever happened? How could I have done what I did? I blame him! I blame Draco. Why did he have to make me feel like that? He was the one that broke up my relationship with her. I can't help the way I feel about people so why should I lose everything over it? OK so maybe I am to blame in a small way. But still I wasn't the one that was caught naked with the worst man on this earth.
I drink the whiskey in one gulp and pour another. Looking around the pub I see it must be getting late. There are fewer people here and Madame Rosmerta is beginning to clear tables. But I can stay here for another hour of so yet. I have no where else to go anyway. Not since Hermione left me anyway. The selfish cow kept the house. She said that it was my own fault. She has that room in Hogwarts and the house. Not to mention Snape's room and his house. She has loads of places to live. But when I am drunk enough the shrieking shack isn't all that bad. At least it keeps me dry. Oh well.
I drink the glass dry in another gulp. As I do so the door of the pub opens. I turn to see a figure in the doorway. I can tell it's a woman but her image is slightly blurred.
"Ron? Is that you?" says the woman. Her voice is full of worry and concern. " Oh god how long have you been here? How much have you drunk?"
I sit up and look at her face. Its Hermione. She looks just as beautiful as ever.
Hermione seemed to be fighting some internal battle. Her face was contorted in concentration and her brow was furrowed. Eventually she looked at me with a mix of pity and anger. She helped me up and paid for the drinks and walked me out of the pub.
It is pitch black outside and I can't see anything, I can just feel her arm in mine, supporting me. I know I don't deserve this, and I think she is thinking the same. After all it was me that cheated on her. Not many people would have the compassion to do this for someone that had hurt them so much. I can still remember the night she had found out about the affair I'd had. It was awful. But then she had cheated on me too. But there was no point dwelling on this fact, as it was me who drove her to it. I had hoped to be her first and only love but that idea had gone to the crups when she had left school. She had married Remus Lupin. A teacher! She had married a teacher. Ironic really, I always new she was married to her education. Anyway when the dark lord had risen to full and extreme power he had twice as many followers as he had before he had fallen, and the battle was gruelling. Finally he had been defeated, by Harry of course, but the followers had remained and ever since there had been violent battles between the dark side and the rest of the wizard world. It was in one of these battles that Remus had been killed. I remember it as if it where yesterday. It was a nighttime ambush and Hermione hadn't been there until the very last moment. We were so close to winning and Remus had been urging us all on along with Sirius and Snape and one of the enemies had walked straight up to him and looked him the eye with a deadly glare. They had stood there eyes locked for a few minutes, daring the other to make the first move, then the enemy had draw a knife and plunged it into Remus's chest. At first we had been sure we could save him, after all it was only a muggle knife. But they enemy had disapperated when we reached Remus, and left the knife in his chest. It was a knife made from the purest silver and it had been plunged through his heart. It was the only way to kill a werewolf. Hermione had run up to him as soon as he fell. She had taken his head and laid it on her lap, cradling it and telling him he would be OK and that she loved him. Then he had looked into her eyes and uttered his last words to her, to the world. He said "Hermione. I love you and I always will, but it may be harder for you to see me now. I will always be with you should you need me, that is if you want me to be. Take me with you everywhere and I will protect you."
She had sobbed into his hair. He had tried to speak again but he couldn't so he smiled at her. It was a smile so full of love and feeling that I felt as though someone had reached into my chest and grabbed hold of my heart. I knew Hermione must have been hurting and I wanted to avenge Remus. To kill the man who had done this to him, to Hermione.
My thoughts had taken me all the way to the house I used to share with Hermione. I looked at it and remembered the first time Hermione and me had walked through the door of this house, right after our wedding. Hermione opened the door and walked in the house.
"Ron come on in. I am not going to baby you. You're an idiot! Why do you do this to yourself?" she snapped at me.
The power she had always had over me is still there, and I obediently step over the threshold into the hall. It looks different from how I remember it. I only left 4 months ago and she has redecorated the whole house. There is a strange coat hanging on the banister and an alien broom in the hallway. I follow her into the living room to find stacks of papers around the place, all clearly marked.
"Ron go and have a shower, you do know where the bathroom is. It may help to sober you up!" she says sternly looking at me.
Without a word I nod in agreement and make my way upstairs. In the hall I notice the broom again.
'It's a Thunderstriker 900, the best bloody broom around! God! Who ever would want or need one of these? I didn't think Hermione liked flying? Oh well.'
I walk up the stairs and stop at the top; there is a light on in our old room. I walk towards the door in all intention of looking inside, but then decide against it. After all I am already very honoured to be talked to by Hermione, after the way I treated her. I turn back and go into the bathroom. Its all emerald green and silver and has the intoxicating smell of lavender. I climb into the shower and switch on the water and stand there for a few minutes becoming adjusted to the feeling of the water trickling down my back. As I stand there I can hear voices down stairs. Loving tones. I bet its Snape.
'Why does she like him? Why the hell? He is an old, big nosed, greasy bastard and I hate him. He made my life hell and he now has my wife. Well she was my wife.'
I got out of the shower and wrapped one of the emerald green fluffy towels. I rubbed all of the water off my body. I picked up my robes and put them on.
I wandered out into the hall and looked around. I felt a bit more sober. I stood on the landing looking at the room that me and Hermione had once shared. The light was still on and I wanted to know if it was Snape that was there and whether he was the one that was still shacked up with her. I took one slow step towards the door. I stopped.
'Should I do this? Wouldn't this be taking liberties?'
I took another step closer.
' What would she say if she found me in here?'
I forget my doubts and walked up tot he doors. With only a slight hesitation I pushed it open.
I looked at the bed. It was Hermione. She was sitting in bed reading. She looked up at me.
"Yes Ron?" she asked.
"Oh nothing Hermione, I was just wondering whether could sleep here to night. Erm I don't men in this room, but maybe I could, oh god I mean." I began.
She gave me a wry smile and nodded.
"Ron sit down," I obeyed her, "Ron I am not going to say that I am doing this because I have completely forgiven you or forgotten how you made me feel, but its because I still care about you. I really do. I mean I know I am as stubborn as a donkey and I am not the most easy going person in the world but you put up with that for years even when we where in school." She sat there and looked at me for a minute.
"Oh god Hermione. I love you. I know what I did was wrong and I felt, I mean I still feel awful about it. But as you must have found out with Snape you can't help loving someone no matter how much you think you love your partner. But you know what I think Hermione?" I said as I looked at her.
"His name is Severus not Snape. And no I don't know what you think Ron." She said.
She was being awfully calm about all this.
"I think that we were in love but we were too good friends. We worked better together as friends than as husband and wife. I think we were both playing it safe and settling down with a person we knew we loved. Even if we weren't in love. Do you understand?" I asked.
Hermione smiled and took hold of my hand.
"Yes Ron that is exactly what I think. I couldn't have put it better myself. I do love you and I think I always will but I love you as a friend and I am not in love with you. But Ron I have something that I need to tell you. It was the reason I brought you here." She said urgently.
'Oh god what's wrong?'
"What is it Hermione?" I asked earnestly.
"Ron there is no easy way of saying this so here goes, Ron I'm pregnant." She said as she looked into my eyes.
I looked at her for a second.
'Why is she telling me this? Is it mine? Oh god what if its Severus's?'
"Erm why are you telling me this Hermione? Is it mine? I don't understand. How many months?" I asked as I dropped hr hand from mine.
"I'm about 4 and a half months pregnant, but Ron I don't know who the father is." She said beginning to cry.
I sat there for a minute trying to come to terms with the fact that I may or may not be a father.
"Is there anyway of finding out?" I asked slowly. "And does, Sna, I mean Severus know?"
She dropped her gaze to the bed.
"No he doesn't. I am going to tell him but I don't know how he will react." she said.
I hugged her and held her tightly for a moment.
"Hermione if he loves you truly then he will love this baby as well. You know he will." I said.
"Thank you Ron" she said and sniffed loudly.
She moved over and motioned for me to sit on the bed more comfortably. She was still crying quietly so I held her and stroked her hair hoping that I would comfort her.