Fell For the Famous Ones

Rated PG 13 for violence and language

Author Notes: Angsty. Ron loses it when he finds out Hermione loves Harry and not him...sweet vengeance. Okay, it might seem a bit rushed. I'll see what you think. I changed the knife thing so it takes ghosts out of the picture. So the ghost doesn't even exist. =D Blah, and for the hell of it, Ron can grab ghosts. Its dark magic, why not?

Update: There will be an alternative ending. Soon. Happy ending. I'm going to revise all my stories. Bah. No more rushing.

CHAPTER II

The air was crisp, which was announcing fall and the wind continuously tugged on people's clothing, as if wanting a playmate and trying to find the suitable one. The sun shone broadly over the school of Hogwarts, giving it a finishing touch to its beautiful build.

Everything was in place except for one student named Ronald Weasley. Gloom and hatred sided beside Ron as a dangerous aura appeared to envelop his body, and everyone wise kept well out of his way. Except for Peeves. Then again, Peeves didn't really count as a 'wise' character.

Peeves zoomed up and down the corridors, cackling madly to himself and looking for someone to play his tricks upon. Lined around his waist were several brightly colored water balloons, which he delighted to test out on Moaning Myrtle. After being tested, Peeves had reassembled the balloons and found Ron walking astray into an empty classroom. With mischief dancing in his eyes, he zoomed into the classroom.

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Hermione...I wont allow you to belong to anyone else... Ron took out his wand a muttered a familiar spell and felt the wand jerk up slightly, revealing the extensive knife having enough magic to vanquish even a ghost. Ron smiled bitterly. Who would've known that I would resort to dark magic?

*SPLASH*

A large, red, water balloon landed on Ron's head and exploded, soaking him wet. The water trickled down his neck and drenched his robes. Not moving, Ron stood quite still, waiting for the troublemaker to show his face. And Peeves was stupid enough to do so.

"WAHAHAHAAHAHAH!!! Is widdle Ronniekins crying? Aww...why isn't the widdle baby moving?" Peeves flew in front of Ron's bent head and started to blow a rather large and wet raspberry in his face when suddenly Ron grabbed Peeves by the neck who responded in a croak; a face contorted with fear.

"Stress relieving time..." Ron grabbed his enchanted blade and stabbed it deep into Peeve's neck, delighted in knowing he burst a vital vein. In response to the abrupt blast of oozing silver plasma, Ron grinned wickedly and jammed the wand yet further into the neck, a silver blood stained knife edge emerging from the back of Peeve's neck.

Idly, silver blood droplets slid off the end of the blade, collecting itself into one large bead until it descended onto the cold white marble floor; making a drip-drop sound that pumped Ron with adrenaline. The blood was quite sticky, and with brittle blue jewels in his eye sockets, Ron took a hand and smeared Peeve's own blood on his panic stricken face. Amused, Ron grabbed his wand as a handle and twisted the blade side to side in Peeve's throat. Peeves choked out various curses, in which Ron smirked to.

"Time to finish the job." He uttered with a low, crazed laughter whilst Peeves used the final fraction of his strength to look up at Ron with stunned and suffering in his wide eyes and blood dripping mouth that stained his orange bow tie.

"Detonatedemise!" Ron stepped back to marvel at how his wand began to radiate with a vibrant red and continue shaking inside of Peeves until finally it caused the poltergeist to inflate like a balloon rapidly filling up with helium. To end Peeve's torment at long last, he exploded from the inside. Ron had hardly blinked when a shower of silver blood covered his face, splattering his robes everywhere. "Better than I thought." Ron said quietly and ripped his wand out of the remains of Peeves. After cleaning his face, he left the room.

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"Alright! See you at dinner Harry! I Lo-" Hermione stopped abruptly as she rammed into someone. Since he was a head taller than her, her face was cushioned in his chest. Ron's malevolence faded a little.

If only it could be like this forever... But it was all too soon when she lifted her face and exclaimed an apology.

"I'm so sor--Ron?" Hermione gave a doubtful smile at him when she just suddenly noticed who she had bumped into.

"Hermione. I need to talk to you." Without waiting for a response, Ron grabbed her hand and led her off into an empty classroom. Once inside, Ron looked straight into her eyes, and a hopeful and Ron-like expression shimmered in his desolate eyes. Maybe...there's still a chance...for her to live...I'm so sorry Hermione if I kill you. But this is the only way... "Hermione, how do you feel about me? I want the truth." No I don't…

Hermione blushed and looked away, fumbling with her robes. "Oh Ron…Well, y-yes...I love you…I have to admit…" Ron's hopes rose considerably. "...But only as a friend. I'm so sorry Ron." She looked up at his hurt eyes, and after an awkward silence, opened her mouth to either lecture or comfort Ron. But he didn't let her do either.

"No...I'm sorry Hermione." Ron took out his knife. Hermione stood rooted to the spot, too shocked to move.

Hermione screamed.

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Harry heard a scream and before anyone else could go call up a professor, Harry darted towards a classroom where he deliberately heard Hermione scream.

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Ron clamped his mouth over Hermione's to quiet her and broke away. Sure enough, she was still paralyzed with fear as the knife that tore away the living to death came ever closer.

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Harry slammed open the door to see Ron continuously stab Hermione in the chest, despite that it looked like she was already dead. He pale face was drained from blood as it was formed into a puddle on the ground. Ron sensed Harry's presence but didn't turn around. In shock, Harry stood there, staring at the puddle of blood that Hermione was soaking in. Her widened eyes in shock, the pinkness of her cheeks gone. "Hermione…" He managed to burst out quietly.

Coldly iced, Ron spoke quietly. "Ah...the famous Harry Potter...who had everything that I didn't have. Fame, fortune…Including Hermione...but well…well not you don't." He chuckled darkly, a choked sob was poorly stifled within the laugh.

"Ron! …Ron…why?" Harry took a step forward, his hand near his wand. "I thought we were friends."

"Harry…I'm sorry…" Ron's head was tilted down. "Forgive me."

Before Harry could brandish his own wand to either shoot Ron or help Hermione, Ron threw his wand with the blade straight to Harry's forehead.

It made contact and stabbed deep and through and Harry fell to the ground, a dull thump against the cold floor.

Harry died almost instantly.

"Detonatedemise." Ron muttered to the wand, looking away, and for a second time, he was splattered with blood. He ignored the fact that a piece of Harry's scalp was lying on his shoulder. "And now...for the last victim."

Ron retrieved his wand and slowly inserted it in his lower abdomen. He winced slightly as the knife tugged deep into his layers underneath his skin. But he deserved this torture. After becoming numb from the pain, he suddenly jerked the knife to the side ripping all the tissues from the left side of his waist apart. He was dazed with pain, his eyes glazed over with that similar Ron-like look in his eyes.

He smiled lightly. "I'm free. Detonatedemise."