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I'm just ging to give you a warning now that my spelling is horrible and that you needn't bother putting that in the reviews (if you do review.) I am more than painfully aware of my spelling disability but i'm pretty sure i got all of the major typos. Sorry for any body out there who can't stand them but I dont have spell check.
Nothing belongs to me except the plot...which isn't all that original to begin with. *shrug* meh.
uh...I think thats all i had to say and I hope you enjoy!
Ron/Hermione
Mature content and language.
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Hermione sat and listend to the rain plet against the patio window, every now and then catching a streak of lightining flash across the Weasley's backyard, iluminating it for a second or two. It was past midnight but she was having troubles sleeping and the sudden storm wasn't helping sooth her nerves. With a large mug of coffee in her hands and Ron's muroon sweater on keeping her warm, she let her mind wonder.
Her and Ron weren't exaclty on speaking terms at the moment and it was only her first day at the burrow. Must be a new record for them.
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Of course her parents saw right through her story. Its just didn't add up to them. She had been going to Victors since 4th yea than suddenly she losses contact with him over an accident? They had emidantly contacted the Weasley's. They thought that if she was surrounded by friends that she would open up and tell the truth, and of course Mrs.Weasly would not say no.
Hermione wasn't prepared.
Neither was Ron.
Hermione had thought that she was going to the grocery store with her mum and after several hours and two very red -in-the -face Grangers, they had made it to the weasly's house. Alive.
After Mrs.Granger thanked Mrs.Weasly profously she departed with a forced hug and galre from her daughter.
Hermione wasn't the least bit impressed and forced herself to be polite to Mrs.Weasly, after all, it wasn't her fault, it was her mothers.
Mrs.Weasly right away fixed Hermione some food (she was too upset to eat on the trip there) and told her that if she was ready to talk she would be there. Hermione gave a small smile and asured her that there was nothting needing talking over. She fell off a broom and that she was fine. Mrs.Weasly just nodded and started to tidy the kitchen.
After her snack she went up to Percy's old room (He bought a flat in Hogsmead) and began to unpact, thankful that her mum packed all her favorite cloths. As she was putting her pants into a dresser she could hear Ron bounding up the stairs calling her name. He stormed into the room, took one look at her and froze. The ever present smile on his face disapearing so fast Hermione wondered if it was there to begin with.
"'Mione! I thought you were going to bulgaria an-" he stopped dead in his tracks. "Hermione" He whispered, taking very small steps towards her. She straightened herself up and tried to give a believable smile, but like her parents, he saw right through that too.
"What happened to you!?" His hand was gently tracing the bruises and cuts along the side of her cheek. She pulled her head away from him and began to unpack again. This was the very reason she didn't want to come here . She didn't want Ron to see how vunurable she was. She didn't want Ron to think she was weak. She didn't want Ron to know WHY it had happened.
"It's nothing Ron." She stated firmly "I fell off a broom is all. I'm fine."
"Don't bullshit me Hermione." He hadn't yelled at her or even sounded harsh. Just hurt.
"Language." She reminded as she foleded a blue top and placed it in the drawer. "And i'm not" Ron made a sound in the back of his throught, clarearly stating his disbelief. "Look Ron, I didn't come here to get a lecture from you ok!"
"Well than how 'bout you stop lying, 'casue you suck at it, and tell me the truth." She turned and galred at him. "Where did you got those bruises Hermione?"
"I told you---"
"Were you at Krums?" She rolled her eyes
"Oh please dont start this again."
"Were. You. At .Krums?" He asked again, almost talking through his teeth. Everyone knew that Hermione went to Krums at the beginning of the summer since 4th year and it was no surprise that Ron had brought it up. Somehow all there fights involved Krum. She was silent for a few moments before she answered posotive in a wishper. Rons hands emidantly clenched into fists.
"Look Ron..." She began but never finished her sentance. She didn't know how. She gave a deep sigh, looked at him and began unpacking again before the tears could push there way to the surface.
"Did he touch you?" his voice was strained but he never once looked away from her.
"I already told you. I fell off a broom playing quiditch!"
"Oh, get real! How stupid do you think I am!? I play quiditch Hermione and I have since I could walk. I grew up with 5 older brohters aan trust me, those are NOT quiditch bruises!" He said pointing at her. A shocked expression came over her face as he advanced on her, grabbed her by the arm and lifted her shirt sleve. She jerked her arm free.
"Dont touch me!" She hollered as she crossed the room to get away from him. Ron stood there, his turn to be shocked. Hermione took a few deep breaths "I--I...."
"'Mione--" he began
"No Ron!" she held up a finger to silence him "No! Its none of your buisness alright! None what so ever! Just leave it be!" Ron let out a low growl from his throught
"None of my buisness? none of my BUISNESS!?" He screamed and for the second time that night he advanced on her, his face in hers. "I get home and find out your staying with here with us and I couldn't be happier, only to discover my best freind may have possibly been hurt by some asshole she thinks is a friend and you have the right to tell me its none of my buisness!? Fuck 'Mione! Have you taken a look at yourself!" He reached for her arm and held it out, the sleve still pushed up from before. She brought her face up to meet his. Tears falling on their own free will.
He let her arm go and backed up away from her, allowing her some space. "Dont shut me out. I dont deserve that." his eyes pleaded with hers. She sudenly found her hands very interesting.
"I...fell off a broom." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Ron couldn't take it any longer
"What is wrong with you!?" He cried out, running his hands through his hair "Its me 'Mione, Ron. you know, your best friend? Have you forgotten that? You can trust me!" Hermione continued to stare at her hands and Ron let out a fustrated growl. "Fine! Be like that! Shut me out! its what your good at anyway. If you cant even tell me the truth about something as important as this than maybe you dont really see me as a friend! If thats the way you see me than i'll just get out of your life now!!" He slamed the door shut as he stormed out of the room. Hermione could hear the sound of dry-wall breaking as Rons faded voice continued down the hall, swearing.
She slumped back against the wall, slid to the floor and wrapped her arms around her legs. She stayed like for the rest of the afternoon.
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Hermione took a sip of her coffee as thunder boomed overtop the house. If it were anyother time she would have enjoyed the storm but with her mind surrounded in constant fog she wasn't enjoying much of anything. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, she did not want to start crying again. Thats the last thing she needed.
"Is that my sweater your wearing?"
Hermione jerked her head around to see Ron standing in the doorway to the weasly's glass patio. He was wearing plaid pajama bottoms, a simple army coloured t-shirt, a pair of white slipers with a picture of a cow on the top and a smile on his face.
"Well?" He asked when she made no sign of answering him. She blushed and looekd back towards the window.
"I found it in the living room....I assumed you were sleeping so I hadn't botherd to ask you if I could wear it." She looked back at him "If you want it I'll give it back." She moved to take off the sweater but he held up a hand to stop her
"Dont bother. Marroon looks better on you anyway." He took a seat next to her and leaned forward, leaning his arms across his knees for support. "What are you doing up so late?"
"I could ask you the same thing" Hermione pulled his sweater closer around her, gald she didn't have to take it off.
"Couldn't sleep. I'm guessing you couldn't either." She gave him a small smile and nodded. "I also know its not because of the rain." Her smile faded.
Hermione gave an audible sigh.
"I didn't come down here to get in another fight with you, I just wanted to tell you that i'm sorry..." Ron ran his hands through his hair at least several times before he continued " I said alot of things I didn't mean and I dont want us fighting anymore and hopefully you still see me as a freind." Hermione turned to him, tears brimming from her eyes.
"I'm sorry too!" She excalimed as she threw herself at him, embracing him in a tight hug."Of course your still my friend! You'll always be my friend."
Ron held her close for a long time, being her shoulder to cry on and Hermione couldn't have asked for more.
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The sun was slowly rising over the horizion, bathing the world in a brilliant crimsion glow for a short while. Hermione and Ron were still on the couch in the patio, just enjoying the others comfort. They had practically talked all night about everything and anything, except the one question that was buring in Rons mind since he first saw her. He skipped that conversation entirerly, he wasn't going to push her if she wasn't ready.
At the moment, Hemrione was looking confussed. She just couldn't grasp her pretty little head around the story Ron had just finished telling her.
"So let me get this straight. He threw a tomoato at you?"
"yes"
"And in retaliation you stabbed him with a dagger!"
"He can heal." short pause
"I need more coffee." Ron let out a laugh and reached for her mug. "I'll get it, I think I could use a cup myself."
"I'll come with you."
As they made their way to the Kitchen, she continued to bombard him with questions.
"What did your mother do!"
"Oh, she was pretty flippin mad. I mean, by the time Ginny finally told on me, Charlie had heald himself right up so there wasn't even a scare and had taken his dragon dagger back. Mum still took my wand and I had to clean the entire house the muggle way with out any help. Even the attic! Do you realize how many spiders are up there!" Ron gave a visible shudder and Hermione laughed.
"What about Charlie? What did he do?"
"After swearing and cursing me to hell for a good 10 minutes, he finally realized he wasn't gonna die and pulled his wind out, muttered a healing charm and lunged at me." Ron parted his hair somewhat at the side reveling a large gash that stayed hidden behind it "And thats how I got this baby! Mum refused to let me heal it by magic so its still healing. Just anothre thing I have to do the muggle way. Said I deserved it, mum did."
"And you did! stabbing your own brother an all! At a family reunion no less!"
"It wasn't that deep!" Ron pulled down two clean mugs from the kitchen cupbored as Hermione took a seat at the table.
"So why did Ginny tell on you? She doesn't seem to be the sort to sell you out?" Ron let out a fake laugh
"Ya see, I was holding her diary for ransom." Ron instantly held up his hands "I didn't read it though! I was just with holding it from her. It was her own fault for leaving it out anyway."
Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back agaisnt the chair
"And where did she leave it?" Ron looked sheepish
"....On her bed in clear view of everyone."
"Ron! It was in her room and the only way it would be in clear view is if you purposly went in there to get it!" The wistle blew on the kettle and Ron moved to get them some coffee.
"You sound like my mother" he said with a smile. Hermione just shook her head.
"Your worse than the twins! Honestly!"
"I learned all I know from the twins" Ron replied with a proud smile. Hermione accepted the coffee Ron handed to her, blowing on it for a moment. It was scolding hot and she didn't want to burn her toung and act much the same way Ron was at the moment.
It was known as the inside-out exhale. (Dubbed by Harry) Since you cant really blow on your toung when it gets burned you wind up sucking in air, in hopes it will cool your mouth. Than if that didn't help, flailing your hands in front of your mouth might do the trick. At least thats what Ron thought as he continued to wave his hands in front of his face while sucking in. Hermione didn't think it was working and broke out into laughter.
Ron, after jumping around the kitcken for a bit, proceded to stick his head under the faucet in hopes the cold water would cure the burn.
Took him only 6 minutss this time to figure it out.
"Ronlad Weasly! You get your head out my sink this instant young man!" Ron was startled by the sudden outburst from his mum and in his mad rush to lift his head out of the sink wound up smacking it against the tap insteaad.
"Bloody hell mum!You trying to kill me!?" He whined as he rubbed the back of his head while giving her a sour face...than his eyes went large and his hand came up to cover his mouth. "-uh...oh god!" By this time Mrs.Weasly had a spoon in his face
"If I ever, EVER, hear you talking to me that way again you will be sleeping in the attic!! and the minute your father gets back from that stupid buisness trip of his we'll be having a long talk about your manners! I can't believe my own son would speak to me like that!" She smacked him up- side the head with her spoon-free hand "Dont you ever mouth off to me again!"
"Sorry mum..." Ron apoligized sheeplishly, rubbing the new bump on his head.
"Get out of my kitchen! Go!" She than proceded to chase them out with said spoon. "You shouldn be up this early anyway!"
Hermione couldn't hold in her laughter any longer as they made there way up the stairs.
"I always told you swearing would get you into trouble" Hermione giggled as they made there way up the stairs.
"Shutup you." he grumbled.
"It not my fault my mouth is controlled by this wonderful organ called a 'brain' and yours isn't." Ron let a smile escape to his lips
"If it wasn't for the fact that I was up all night, am completly wired on caffeen and just got smacked in the head by my mum i'm pretty sure I would have a whitty comeback by now." Hermione shook her head
"Excuses, excuses. Lying gets you nowhere Ron, I've told you that a thousand times." Hermione shook a finger at him
"Bit rich comming from you, dont you think?"
Her hadn't ment for it to sound harsh but it somehow left his mouth that way. "Uh-sorry...uh. Not thinking at the moment remember." He ran his hand through his unruly hair, a habit of his whenever he got nervouse or fustrated. Hermione was looking at the floor.
"If its alright with you I think i'm gonna take a shower and get dressed now. I'll see you later."
"Yah. Sure." Ron mumbled walking off in the other direction.
Once in his room he saged to the floor and whished for something to pound his head agaisnt.
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Harry,
Gods. 'Mione's in trouble and I dont know what to do. She wont tell me the truth even though I know what happened. The proof is right in front of my eyes for fucks sake! Does she honestly think i'm THAT stupid?
Ron
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"So where is everybody?" Hermione asked as her and Ron ate the wonderful breakfest his mum had made.
"Well, as you know, Ginny and me are the only ones still living at home so Gin's at my grandparents at the moment." Ron took a bite out of his eggs "Every summer they want one us to go down and this year Gin picked the short straw. Its a lot more nerve wrecking with only two people 'casue theres more of a chance you'll get the short one. Nobody wants the short one."
"Thats horrible!" Hermione stated.
"You'd understand if you knew my grandparents."
"Which remindes me," Mrs.weasly added as she re-filled Rons plate with more eggs. "You have to go pick your sister up next week. I'm going to allow you to use the car as long as your very careful wit--"
"Your not serious!" Ron shouted as he rose quickly from his seat, spilling egg everywhere. Mrs.weasly gave a small sigh and nodded her head almost reluctantly. Ron let out a 'Whoop!' as he began dancing around the kitchen. Hermione and his mum both rolled there eyes.
"I'm telling you a week in advance so you can get your roomed cleaned, because you wont be going if its not," Ron stopped dancing "And to also de- gnome the garden, Repair the back steps, Fred and George want all there old stuff sent to them, you can do that..." the longer the list inside Mrs.weaslys head went on the further down in his chair Ron sunk. 'I'll never get this done' he thought. "...and the whole in the wall upstairs. I have no idea how it got there but I want it fixed..." Ron blushed.
His mother paused thinking of anything else that coud be added to the list" and I want you to do the breakfest dishes this mourning." Rons jaw dropped.
"Why do I have too! "
"Beacuse you were sassy with me this mourning." Came her reply, and thus the conversation was over.
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The weeks chores didn't take very long to do with hermiones help.
It was close to supper now and they had been working all day. Hermione would have completely forgoten about lunch since she was so busy but with Mrs.Weasly constantly watching her, as if she was about to do something drastic and Ron having such a big stomic, she doubted a meal was ever forgotten at the Burrow.
And so, even having eaten a rather large lunch she was still famished.
They took there palces at the large table that normally seats 10, but at the moment only the two of them were seated at its end. Its size seemed gigantic comepared to usual suppers witht the whole family.
"So whats the plan for after we eat?" Ron asked shoving a forkful of food into his mouth. Hermione doubted if he actaully tasted his food.
"I was actuly planning on doing a little reading."
"What!?" Ron asked droping his fork "I thought you didn't bring any books with you!"
"No thanks to my Mum," Hermione said bitterly as she took a drink of her pumpkin juice " I have no school books but she was kinda enough to pack me a few novels."
"Let me guess" Ron said, a huge smile comming to his face "Hogwarts, a History?" Hermione laughed
"Am I that predictable?"
"I dont know. you used to be." Ron said, no emotion lacing his voice.
She didn't miss his hidden meaning. He had been dopping hints all week about the 'issue', but frankly she didn't want to talk about it. Not with him. Not when it involved him directly. She didn't know how to begin anyway. She knew Ron would take it the hard way and by it involving Krum, It just made the whole thing more confussing and Hermioen didn't like confussion. She just had to think about it some more, anyalys it a bit and maybe than, once she had all the answers before he could ask the questions, would she bring it up.
Maybe.
"What are your plans?" She asked. Completly ignoring his last statment like she had done countless times before.
"Actaully, I was gonna clean my room. Although, I dont see what good it will do. It'll just be messy by this time tomorrow night anyway." Hermione gave him a shrug as she cleared their plates.
"Well, i'm off then. A good book calls." She smiled as she past him "I'll be in the patio"
"I'll be in my room." He said and she smacked him playfully as her way past.
Rubbing his arm he made his way up to his room. Persoanlly, he didn't think his room was THAT messy but if he wanted to get the car tomorrow he'll have to clean it.
"Here goes nothing!"
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What happened!? Is she alright!?
You barley said anything in your last letter which left a lot to my imagination. Is she hurt? Is she with you? What 'truth' do you know? Gods Ron, please me more informaitve in your letters! I nearly had a heart attack.
Right back the second you get this or i'll go mad with worry.
Harry
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"Hurry up Hermione or we'll be late!" Ron bellowed up the stairs. Hermione was talking her sweet time and he was getting impatient.
"I'm comming, I'm comming!" She bellowed back. "Its your fault I'm late. You had me re-pack practiacly ALL my cloths. Why in the world do I have to pack them all!?"
"Ginny's stuff got runied in the wash and so she'll need something to wear. I didn't think you'd mind her borrowing your stuff is all. Your practicley the same size."
"I don't, but wouldn't you think that one outfit should sufice?" Ron shruged.
"Shes rather picky with her cloths."
"Ron." She said, placing her hands on her hips. "You made me pack ALL my cloths. Including my underwear. I dont think Ginny needs to be borrow those." Ron blushed and took her bag from her. Not responding to her comment. She gave a low growl of fustration and followed him to the car.
Growling was rather common between them.
"Hermione dear!" Came Mrs.Weasly shout from the front door. "I've packed you both some lunch to take with you. Lord kows I wont have you wasting your money on food when you could get it here for free."
Hermione smiled
"Thank you." She said taking the package from her
"Dont let Ron near them," Mrs.Weasly whispered in her ear "He'll eat the whole lot if you let him." Hermione laughed.
"Alright. Will do."
"By mum!" Ron called and waved as he got in the car.
Hermione smiled, waved and entered the car as well.
"Drive safe!" Mrs.Wealsy bellowed as they drove down the driveway. Hoping to God they head her.
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I'm just ging to give you a warning now that my spelling is horrible and that you needn't bother putting that in the reviews (if you do review.) I am more than painfully aware of my spelling disability but i'm pretty sure i got all of the major typos. Sorry for any body out there who can't stand them but I dont have spell check.
Nothing belongs to me except the plot...which isn't all that original to begin with. *shrug* meh.
uh...I think thats all i had to say and I hope you enjoy!
Ron/Hermione
Mature content and language.
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Hermione sat and listend to the rain plet against the patio window, every now and then catching a streak of lightining flash across the Weasley's backyard, iluminating it for a second or two. It was past midnight but she was having troubles sleeping and the sudden storm wasn't helping sooth her nerves. With a large mug of coffee in her hands and Ron's muroon sweater on keeping her warm, she let her mind wonder.
Her and Ron weren't exaclty on speaking terms at the moment and it was only her first day at the burrow. Must be a new record for them.
``````````````````````` Her visit to the burrow was an emergancy visit set up by her parents and Ron's. She had come home from Bulgaria unexpecedily with bruises all over her body and refused to give a straight answer as to where they had come from. Her alibi to her Parents was that she tried to play quiditch and had fallen off of her broom and, rather be a pain in Victors side, she decided to just come home.
Of course her parents saw right through her story. Its just didn't add up to them. She had been going to Victors since 4th yea than suddenly she losses contact with him over an accident? They had emidantly contacted the Weasley's. They thought that if she was surrounded by friends that she would open up and tell the truth, and of course Mrs.Weasly would not say no.
Hermione wasn't prepared.
Neither was Ron.
Hermione had thought that she was going to the grocery store with her mum and after several hours and two very red -in-the -face Grangers, they had made it to the weasly's house. Alive.
After Mrs.Granger thanked Mrs.Weasly profously she departed with a forced hug and galre from her daughter.
Hermione wasn't the least bit impressed and forced herself to be polite to Mrs.Weasly, after all, it wasn't her fault, it was her mothers.
Mrs.Weasly right away fixed Hermione some food (she was too upset to eat on the trip there) and told her that if she was ready to talk she would be there. Hermione gave a small smile and asured her that there was nothting needing talking over. She fell off a broom and that she was fine. Mrs.Weasly just nodded and started to tidy the kitchen.
After her snack she went up to Percy's old room (He bought a flat in Hogsmead) and began to unpact, thankful that her mum packed all her favorite cloths. As she was putting her pants into a dresser she could hear Ron bounding up the stairs calling her name. He stormed into the room, took one look at her and froze. The ever present smile on his face disapearing so fast Hermione wondered if it was there to begin with.
"'Mione! I thought you were going to bulgaria an-" he stopped dead in his tracks. "Hermione" He whispered, taking very small steps towards her. She straightened herself up and tried to give a believable smile, but like her parents, he saw right through that too.
"What happened to you!?" His hand was gently tracing the bruises and cuts along the side of her cheek. She pulled her head away from him and began to unpack again. This was the very reason she didn't want to come here . She didn't want Ron to see how vunurable she was. She didn't want Ron to think she was weak. She didn't want Ron to know WHY it had happened.
"It's nothing Ron." She stated firmly "I fell off a broom is all. I'm fine."
"Don't bullshit me Hermione." He hadn't yelled at her or even sounded harsh. Just hurt.
"Language." She reminded as she foleded a blue top and placed it in the drawer. "And i'm not" Ron made a sound in the back of his throught, clarearly stating his disbelief. "Look Ron, I didn't come here to get a lecture from you ok!"
"Well than how 'bout you stop lying, 'casue you suck at it, and tell me the truth." She turned and galred at him. "Where did you got those bruises Hermione?"
"I told you---"
"Were you at Krums?" She rolled her eyes
"Oh please dont start this again."
"Were. You. At .Krums?" He asked again, almost talking through his teeth. Everyone knew that Hermione went to Krums at the beginning of the summer since 4th year and it was no surprise that Ron had brought it up. Somehow all there fights involved Krum. She was silent for a few moments before she answered posotive in a wishper. Rons hands emidantly clenched into fists.
"Look Ron..." She began but never finished her sentance. She didn't know how. She gave a deep sigh, looked at him and began unpacking again before the tears could push there way to the surface.
"Did he touch you?" his voice was strained but he never once looked away from her.
"I already told you. I fell off a broom playing quiditch!"
"Oh, get real! How stupid do you think I am!? I play quiditch Hermione and I have since I could walk. I grew up with 5 older brohters aan trust me, those are NOT quiditch bruises!" He said pointing at her. A shocked expression came over her face as he advanced on her, grabbed her by the arm and lifted her shirt sleve. She jerked her arm free.
"Dont touch me!" She hollered as she crossed the room to get away from him. Ron stood there, his turn to be shocked. Hermione took a few deep breaths "I--I...."
"'Mione--" he began
"No Ron!" she held up a finger to silence him "No! Its none of your buisness alright! None what so ever! Just leave it be!" Ron let out a low growl from his throught
"None of my buisness? none of my BUISNESS!?" He screamed and for the second time that night he advanced on her, his face in hers. "I get home and find out your staying with here with us and I couldn't be happier, only to discover my best freind may have possibly been hurt by some asshole she thinks is a friend and you have the right to tell me its none of my buisness!? Fuck 'Mione! Have you taken a look at yourself!" He reached for her arm and held it out, the sleve still pushed up from before. She brought her face up to meet his. Tears falling on their own free will.
He let her arm go and backed up away from her, allowing her some space. "Dont shut me out. I dont deserve that." his eyes pleaded with hers. She sudenly found her hands very interesting.
"I...fell off a broom." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Ron couldn't take it any longer
"What is wrong with you!?" He cried out, running his hands through his hair "Its me 'Mione, Ron. you know, your best friend? Have you forgotten that? You can trust me!" Hermione continued to stare at her hands and Ron let out a fustrated growl. "Fine! Be like that! Shut me out! its what your good at anyway. If you cant even tell me the truth about something as important as this than maybe you dont really see me as a friend! If thats the way you see me than i'll just get out of your life now!!" He slamed the door shut as he stormed out of the room. Hermione could hear the sound of dry-wall breaking as Rons faded voice continued down the hall, swearing.
She slumped back against the wall, slid to the floor and wrapped her arms around her legs. She stayed like for the rest of the afternoon.
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Hermione took a sip of her coffee as thunder boomed overtop the house. If it were anyother time she would have enjoyed the storm but with her mind surrounded in constant fog she wasn't enjoying much of anything. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, she did not want to start crying again. Thats the last thing she needed.
"Is that my sweater your wearing?"
Hermione jerked her head around to see Ron standing in the doorway to the weasly's glass patio. He was wearing plaid pajama bottoms, a simple army coloured t-shirt, a pair of white slipers with a picture of a cow on the top and a smile on his face.
"Well?" He asked when she made no sign of answering him. She blushed and looekd back towards the window.
"I found it in the living room....I assumed you were sleeping so I hadn't botherd to ask you if I could wear it." She looked back at him "If you want it I'll give it back." She moved to take off the sweater but he held up a hand to stop her
"Dont bother. Marroon looks better on you anyway." He took a seat next to her and leaned forward, leaning his arms across his knees for support. "What are you doing up so late?"
"I could ask you the same thing" Hermione pulled his sweater closer around her, gald she didn't have to take it off.
"Couldn't sleep. I'm guessing you couldn't either." She gave him a small smile and nodded. "I also know its not because of the rain." Her smile faded.
Hermione gave an audible sigh.
"I didn't come down here to get in another fight with you, I just wanted to tell you that i'm sorry..." Ron ran his hands through his hair at least several times before he continued " I said alot of things I didn't mean and I dont want us fighting anymore and hopefully you still see me as a freind." Hermione turned to him, tears brimming from her eyes.
"I'm sorry too!" She excalimed as she threw herself at him, embracing him in a tight hug."Of course your still my friend! You'll always be my friend."
Ron held her close for a long time, being her shoulder to cry on and Hermione couldn't have asked for more.
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The sun was slowly rising over the horizion, bathing the world in a brilliant crimsion glow for a short while. Hermione and Ron were still on the couch in the patio, just enjoying the others comfort. They had practically talked all night about everything and anything, except the one question that was buring in Rons mind since he first saw her. He skipped that conversation entirerly, he wasn't going to push her if she wasn't ready.
At the moment, Hemrione was looking confussed. She just couldn't grasp her pretty little head around the story Ron had just finished telling her.
"So let me get this straight. He threw a tomoato at you?"
"yes"
"And in retaliation you stabbed him with a dagger!"
"He can heal." short pause
"I need more coffee." Ron let out a laugh and reached for her mug. "I'll get it, I think I could use a cup myself."
"I'll come with you."
As they made their way to the Kitchen, she continued to bombard him with questions.
"What did your mother do!"
"Oh, she was pretty flippin mad. I mean, by the time Ginny finally told on me, Charlie had heald himself right up so there wasn't even a scare and had taken his dragon dagger back. Mum still took my wand and I had to clean the entire house the muggle way with out any help. Even the attic! Do you realize how many spiders are up there!" Ron gave a visible shudder and Hermione laughed.
"What about Charlie? What did he do?"
"After swearing and cursing me to hell for a good 10 minutes, he finally realized he wasn't gonna die and pulled his wind out, muttered a healing charm and lunged at me." Ron parted his hair somewhat at the side reveling a large gash that stayed hidden behind it "And thats how I got this baby! Mum refused to let me heal it by magic so its still healing. Just anothre thing I have to do the muggle way. Said I deserved it, mum did."
"And you did! stabbing your own brother an all! At a family reunion no less!"
"It wasn't that deep!" Ron pulled down two clean mugs from the kitchen cupbored as Hermione took a seat at the table.
"So why did Ginny tell on you? She doesn't seem to be the sort to sell you out?" Ron let out a fake laugh
"Ya see, I was holding her diary for ransom." Ron instantly held up his hands "I didn't read it though! I was just with holding it from her. It was her own fault for leaving it out anyway."
Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back agaisnt the chair
"And where did she leave it?" Ron looked sheepish
"....On her bed in clear view of everyone."
"Ron! It was in her room and the only way it would be in clear view is if you purposly went in there to get it!" The wistle blew on the kettle and Ron moved to get them some coffee.
"You sound like my mother" he said with a smile. Hermione just shook her head.
"Your worse than the twins! Honestly!"
"I learned all I know from the twins" Ron replied with a proud smile. Hermione accepted the coffee Ron handed to her, blowing on it for a moment. It was scolding hot and she didn't want to burn her toung and act much the same way Ron was at the moment.
It was known as the inside-out exhale. (Dubbed by Harry) Since you cant really blow on your toung when it gets burned you wind up sucking in air, in hopes it will cool your mouth. Than if that didn't help, flailing your hands in front of your mouth might do the trick. At least thats what Ron thought as he continued to wave his hands in front of his face while sucking in. Hermione didn't think it was working and broke out into laughter.
Ron, after jumping around the kitcken for a bit, proceded to stick his head under the faucet in hopes the cold water would cure the burn.
Took him only 6 minutss this time to figure it out.
"Ronlad Weasly! You get your head out my sink this instant young man!" Ron was startled by the sudden outburst from his mum and in his mad rush to lift his head out of the sink wound up smacking it against the tap insteaad.
"Bloody hell mum!You trying to kill me!?" He whined as he rubbed the back of his head while giving her a sour face...than his eyes went large and his hand came up to cover his mouth. "-uh...oh god!" By this time Mrs.Weasly had a spoon in his face
"If I ever, EVER, hear you talking to me that way again you will be sleeping in the attic!! and the minute your father gets back from that stupid buisness trip of his we'll be having a long talk about your manners! I can't believe my own son would speak to me like that!" She smacked him up- side the head with her spoon-free hand "Dont you ever mouth off to me again!"
"Sorry mum..." Ron apoligized sheeplishly, rubbing the new bump on his head.
"Get out of my kitchen! Go!" She than proceded to chase them out with said spoon. "You shouldn be up this early anyway!"
Hermione couldn't hold in her laughter any longer as they made there way up the stairs.
"I always told you swearing would get you into trouble" Hermione giggled as they made there way up the stairs.
"Shutup you." he grumbled.
"It not my fault my mouth is controlled by this wonderful organ called a 'brain' and yours isn't." Ron let a smile escape to his lips
"If it wasn't for the fact that I was up all night, am completly wired on caffeen and just got smacked in the head by my mum i'm pretty sure I would have a whitty comeback by now." Hermione shook her head
"Excuses, excuses. Lying gets you nowhere Ron, I've told you that a thousand times." Hermione shook a finger at him
"Bit rich comming from you, dont you think?"
Her hadn't ment for it to sound harsh but it somehow left his mouth that way. "Uh-sorry...uh. Not thinking at the moment remember." He ran his hand through his unruly hair, a habit of his whenever he got nervouse or fustrated. Hermione was looking at the floor.
"If its alright with you I think i'm gonna take a shower and get dressed now. I'll see you later."
"Yah. Sure." Ron mumbled walking off in the other direction.
Once in his room he saged to the floor and whished for something to pound his head agaisnt.
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Harry,
Gods. 'Mione's in trouble and I dont know what to do. She wont tell me the truth even though I know what happened. The proof is right in front of my eyes for fucks sake! Does she honestly think i'm THAT stupid?
Ron
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"So where is everybody?" Hermione asked as her and Ron ate the wonderful breakfest his mum had made.
"Well, as you know, Ginny and me are the only ones still living at home so Gin's at my grandparents at the moment." Ron took a bite out of his eggs "Every summer they want one us to go down and this year Gin picked the short straw. Its a lot more nerve wrecking with only two people 'casue theres more of a chance you'll get the short one. Nobody wants the short one."
"Thats horrible!" Hermione stated.
"You'd understand if you knew my grandparents."
"Which remindes me," Mrs.weasly added as she re-filled Rons plate with more eggs. "You have to go pick your sister up next week. I'm going to allow you to use the car as long as your very careful wit--"
"Your not serious!" Ron shouted as he rose quickly from his seat, spilling egg everywhere. Mrs.weasly gave a small sigh and nodded her head almost reluctantly. Ron let out a 'Whoop!' as he began dancing around the kitchen. Hermione and his mum both rolled there eyes.
"I'm telling you a week in advance so you can get your roomed cleaned, because you wont be going if its not," Ron stopped dancing "And to also de- gnome the garden, Repair the back steps, Fred and George want all there old stuff sent to them, you can do that..." the longer the list inside Mrs.weaslys head went on the further down in his chair Ron sunk. 'I'll never get this done' he thought. "...and the whole in the wall upstairs. I have no idea how it got there but I want it fixed..." Ron blushed.
His mother paused thinking of anything else that coud be added to the list" and I want you to do the breakfest dishes this mourning." Rons jaw dropped.
"Why do I have too! "
"Beacuse you were sassy with me this mourning." Came her reply, and thus the conversation was over.
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The weeks chores didn't take very long to do with hermiones help.
It was close to supper now and they had been working all day. Hermione would have completely forgoten about lunch since she was so busy but with Mrs.Weasly constantly watching her, as if she was about to do something drastic and Ron having such a big stomic, she doubted a meal was ever forgotten at the Burrow.
And so, even having eaten a rather large lunch she was still famished.
They took there palces at the large table that normally seats 10, but at the moment only the two of them were seated at its end. Its size seemed gigantic comepared to usual suppers witht the whole family.
"So whats the plan for after we eat?" Ron asked shoving a forkful of food into his mouth. Hermione doubted if he actaully tasted his food.
"I was actuly planning on doing a little reading."
"What!?" Ron asked droping his fork "I thought you didn't bring any books with you!"
"No thanks to my Mum," Hermione said bitterly as she took a drink of her pumpkin juice " I have no school books but she was kinda enough to pack me a few novels."
"Let me guess" Ron said, a huge smile comming to his face "Hogwarts, a History?" Hermione laughed
"Am I that predictable?"
"I dont know. you used to be." Ron said, no emotion lacing his voice.
She didn't miss his hidden meaning. He had been dopping hints all week about the 'issue', but frankly she didn't want to talk about it. Not with him. Not when it involved him directly. She didn't know how to begin anyway. She knew Ron would take it the hard way and by it involving Krum, It just made the whole thing more confussing and Hermioen didn't like confussion. She just had to think about it some more, anyalys it a bit and maybe than, once she had all the answers before he could ask the questions, would she bring it up.
Maybe.
"What are your plans?" She asked. Completly ignoring his last statment like she had done countless times before.
"Actaully, I was gonna clean my room. Although, I dont see what good it will do. It'll just be messy by this time tomorrow night anyway." Hermione gave him a shrug as she cleared their plates.
"Well, i'm off then. A good book calls." She smiled as she past him "I'll be in the patio"
"I'll be in my room." He said and she smacked him playfully as her way past.
Rubbing his arm he made his way up to his room. Persoanlly, he didn't think his room was THAT messy but if he wanted to get the car tomorrow he'll have to clean it.
"Here goes nothing!"
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What happened!? Is she alright!?
You barley said anything in your last letter which left a lot to my imagination. Is she hurt? Is she with you? What 'truth' do you know? Gods Ron, please me more informaitve in your letters! I nearly had a heart attack.
Right back the second you get this or i'll go mad with worry.
Harry
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"Hurry up Hermione or we'll be late!" Ron bellowed up the stairs. Hermione was talking her sweet time and he was getting impatient.
"I'm comming, I'm comming!" She bellowed back. "Its your fault I'm late. You had me re-pack practiacly ALL my cloths. Why in the world do I have to pack them all!?"
"Ginny's stuff got runied in the wash and so she'll need something to wear. I didn't think you'd mind her borrowing your stuff is all. Your practicley the same size."
"I don't, but wouldn't you think that one outfit should sufice?" Ron shruged.
"Shes rather picky with her cloths."
"Ron." She said, placing her hands on her hips. "You made me pack ALL my cloths. Including my underwear. I dont think Ginny needs to be borrow those." Ron blushed and took her bag from her. Not responding to her comment. She gave a low growl of fustration and followed him to the car.
Growling was rather common between them.
"Hermione dear!" Came Mrs.Weasly shout from the front door. "I've packed you both some lunch to take with you. Lord kows I wont have you wasting your money on food when you could get it here for free."
Hermione smiled
"Thank you." She said taking the package from her
"Dont let Ron near them," Mrs.Weasly whispered in her ear "He'll eat the whole lot if you let him." Hermione laughed.
"Alright. Will do."
"By mum!" Ron called and waved as he got in the car.
Hermione smiled, waved and entered the car as well.
"Drive safe!" Mrs.Wealsy bellowed as they drove down the driveway. Hoping to God they head her.
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