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YOU!!!! YOU'RE THE BEST! Thanx for reading, but I do have some bad news.
Due to circumstances beyond my control, I will be gone for the next four
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Side of Evil" or "The Heart Beneath the Stone" both by Film Noir. She's one
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Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the people here. NOTNOTNOTNOT! You get the point.
Ron Weasley turned the key into his shabby old flat. He hated this place, with its sunken in ceiling and unfixable plumbing. But that was not why Ron Weasley was sighing.
Ron, who had been greeted by the surprise of his life, was quite simply tired. Tired and confused and horribly mixed up. But what could he do? Ron had never really had to accept advice of this sort from anyone (Ginny was always the one talking to their mum growing up), so he sat down on his sofa to just think for a moment.
He supposed he should be angry. He and Harry both should have been angry. What she did to them.... Well, that was horrible. In fact, it almost made Ron angry to even think about it. Almost. He knew why Harry wasn't angry. Harry could never really be angry with anyone, unless they had done something really horrible to him. But Harry had always found a way to forgive Hermione and he, probably because they were best friends no matter what.
But not Ron. Even when they were together in their Hogwarts years, they had always been bickering, fighting with one another. He had always found a reason to be angry with her then. So why wasn't he angry now?
Ron was not quite sure. He thought it could possibly be the shock of seeing her after all these years. The shock of it was enough to scare even Voldemort. Well, maybe not Voldemort, but still...
Ron put his head in his hands. He had loved her once. Loved her. More than anything he ever knew, and before he had gotten the chance to tell her, she had died. Well, not really died, but Ron was still getting used to the fact that she was even alive.
Perhaps it was the fact that Ron knew he couldn't really do anything now. He was very confused about their status, and should he try to build up what they had before? He never had very good judgement on these things; as a kid, he just followed his instincts. But now he was no longer a teenager, he was a real adult, in the real world, and what should he do?
He wondered if he should call his mother. He doubted Hermione had told anyone else in the area that she was back, that she was alive. He probably should tell his mother, he knew, but then Hermione might kill him. Girls, he recalled from a life that didn't seem his own anymore, did strange things for strange reasons.
Ron looked out the window. The rain was coming down hard now. It was funny, because rain like this usually only fell in March, and now it was late November. It was funny that it rained, of all things, when Hermione comes back.
Hermione. Back. He was still having trouble believing it. Ron had had this dream many times before, shortly after her "death". Of course, these dreams were nothing like the reality in which it had happened. Most of these dreams had happened on a sunny day, not a late rainy night. It had been so because Hermione always loved the sun and hated the rain. And now she loved the rain. This struck Ron as more than funny.
Ron got away from the window and decided to head for bed. He figured that maybe sleeping on it would work. Maybe then he would wake up in the morning and believe every last bit of it.
As he closed his eyes and settled into his bed, Ron thought about the whole night. It had been shocking in definitely more than one way. In two ways really. In one way because she was really back. And another because of what Ron had seen.
As he had brushed her hand that night, Ron had seen whatever it was that Hermione had on her hand. And he wasn't so sure he would like what it meant. ************************ Okay, so how does everyone like it? I think I may be rushing things a bit.. tell me if I am. But I just wanted to say that this is a slow, romantic story. It's going to have a couple of surprises thrown in here and there (this is one of them, a major plot point). And to all of you who are going to seriously miss me, don't bother, I'll be back in four days. REVIEW OR I MIGHT NOT CONTINUE AGAIN!!!! And remember to check out my other story, The Silver Key. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the people here. NOTNOTNOTNOT! You get the point.
Ron Weasley turned the key into his shabby old flat. He hated this place, with its sunken in ceiling and unfixable plumbing. But that was not why Ron Weasley was sighing.
Ron, who had been greeted by the surprise of his life, was quite simply tired. Tired and confused and horribly mixed up. But what could he do? Ron had never really had to accept advice of this sort from anyone (Ginny was always the one talking to their mum growing up), so he sat down on his sofa to just think for a moment.
He supposed he should be angry. He and Harry both should have been angry. What she did to them.... Well, that was horrible. In fact, it almost made Ron angry to even think about it. Almost. He knew why Harry wasn't angry. Harry could never really be angry with anyone, unless they had done something really horrible to him. But Harry had always found a way to forgive Hermione and he, probably because they were best friends no matter what.
But not Ron. Even when they were together in their Hogwarts years, they had always been bickering, fighting with one another. He had always found a reason to be angry with her then. So why wasn't he angry now?
Ron was not quite sure. He thought it could possibly be the shock of seeing her after all these years. The shock of it was enough to scare even Voldemort. Well, maybe not Voldemort, but still...
Ron put his head in his hands. He had loved her once. Loved her. More than anything he ever knew, and before he had gotten the chance to tell her, she had died. Well, not really died, but Ron was still getting used to the fact that she was even alive.
Perhaps it was the fact that Ron knew he couldn't really do anything now. He was very confused about their status, and should he try to build up what they had before? He never had very good judgement on these things; as a kid, he just followed his instincts. But now he was no longer a teenager, he was a real adult, in the real world, and what should he do?
He wondered if he should call his mother. He doubted Hermione had told anyone else in the area that she was back, that she was alive. He probably should tell his mother, he knew, but then Hermione might kill him. Girls, he recalled from a life that didn't seem his own anymore, did strange things for strange reasons.
Ron looked out the window. The rain was coming down hard now. It was funny, because rain like this usually only fell in March, and now it was late November. It was funny that it rained, of all things, when Hermione comes back.
Hermione. Back. He was still having trouble believing it. Ron had had this dream many times before, shortly after her "death". Of course, these dreams were nothing like the reality in which it had happened. Most of these dreams had happened on a sunny day, not a late rainy night. It had been so because Hermione always loved the sun and hated the rain. And now she loved the rain. This struck Ron as more than funny.
Ron got away from the window and decided to head for bed. He figured that maybe sleeping on it would work. Maybe then he would wake up in the morning and believe every last bit of it.
As he closed his eyes and settled into his bed, Ron thought about the whole night. It had been shocking in definitely more than one way. In two ways really. In one way because she was really back. And another because of what Ron had seen.
As he had brushed her hand that night, Ron had seen whatever it was that Hermione had on her hand. And he wasn't so sure he would like what it meant. ************************ Okay, so how does everyone like it? I think I may be rushing things a bit.. tell me if I am. But I just wanted to say that this is a slow, romantic story. It's going to have a couple of surprises thrown in here and there (this is one of them, a major plot point). And to all of you who are going to seriously miss me, don't bother, I'll be back in four days. REVIEW OR I MIGHT NOT CONTINUE AGAIN!!!! And remember to check out my other story, The Silver Key. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!