Title: Scarred
Author: RedWitch
Rated: PG-13
Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Summary: Wrong move Ron. .. . . . (Poor Ron. I keep making it his fault. It's not really, Hermione's just insecure.)
Disclaimer: JK Rowling is another one of the Gods I worship!
Feedback: PLEASE!
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
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Part Four
Hermione walked down the empty halls of Hogwarts. It was Christmas and most of the other students were away for the holidays. She felt quite content on her own right now. Ron had been trying to talk to her ever since the night in the common room, but Hermione tried her best to avoid him.
"'Mione!" a voice called.
Hermione thought it was him again. She started to run from her own insanity. She turned back to see if there was really anyone calling for her. Someone was fallowing her. She turned a corner and hid behind a statue. Her breath quickened as someone's foot steps came close.
Hermione shut her eyes and prayed to herself. Please not him. He shouldn't be able to find me! It's not right!
"Hermione?"
The girl opened her eyes to look at Ron. "Oh it's just you."
"Ya, just me 'Mione."
Hermione shuddered at the name. "Please, please don't call me that."
"Oh, I just thought that since it was on your note book. . ."
Hermione forgot about Ron for a moment. She left her memory drift.
"'Mione, I got a little present for my favorite student."
Hermione looked down at the book. It was brown leather with his name for her in scripted in gold. "Th-thank you."
"Anytime Pet."
"Hermione?"
"What?" Hermione was brought back to reality.
"You seemed off somewhere else. I was just wondering what was going on with you? Something's different."
"I'm fine," Hermione tried to run past him.
Ron grabbed her shoulder. He accidentally ripped the shoulder of her shirt. Hermione turned around wide eyed.
"Sorry. I'm really sorry I didn't-" Ron saw a strip of red on her skin, "What is that?"
"Nothing." Hermione ran out of the castle into the snow.
She ran until she couldn't run anymore. She tried to calm down. Relax! It's only Ron, she told herself. He didn't mean too. He never would do anything to hurt you. He just doesn't understand.
Author: RedWitch
Rated: PG-13
Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Summary: Wrong move Ron. .. . . . (Poor Ron. I keep making it his fault. It's not really, Hermione's just insecure.)
Disclaimer: JK Rowling is another one of the Gods I worship!
Feedback: PLEASE!
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
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Part Four
Hermione walked down the empty halls of Hogwarts. It was Christmas and most of the other students were away for the holidays. She felt quite content on her own right now. Ron had been trying to talk to her ever since the night in the common room, but Hermione tried her best to avoid him.
"'Mione!" a voice called.
Hermione thought it was him again. She started to run from her own insanity. She turned back to see if there was really anyone calling for her. Someone was fallowing her. She turned a corner and hid behind a statue. Her breath quickened as someone's foot steps came close.
Hermione shut her eyes and prayed to herself. Please not him. He shouldn't be able to find me! It's not right!
"Hermione?"
The girl opened her eyes to look at Ron. "Oh it's just you."
"Ya, just me 'Mione."
Hermione shuddered at the name. "Please, please don't call me that."
"Oh, I just thought that since it was on your note book. . ."
Hermione forgot about Ron for a moment. She left her memory drift.
"'Mione, I got a little present for my favorite student."
Hermione looked down at the book. It was brown leather with his name for her in scripted in gold. "Th-thank you."
"Anytime Pet."
"Hermione?"
"What?" Hermione was brought back to reality.
"You seemed off somewhere else. I was just wondering what was going on with you? Something's different."
"I'm fine," Hermione tried to run past him.
Ron grabbed her shoulder. He accidentally ripped the shoulder of her shirt. Hermione turned around wide eyed.
"Sorry. I'm really sorry I didn't-" Ron saw a strip of red on her skin, "What is that?"
"Nothing." Hermione ran out of the castle into the snow.
She ran until she couldn't run anymore. She tried to calm down. Relax! It's only Ron, she told herself. He didn't mean too. He never would do anything to hurt you. He just doesn't understand.