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Chapter 3: Arguments
About 3 hours later Hermione was falling asleep on the broom. She forced her eyes to stay awake. She looked up ahead; she saw a mansion and the carriage heading towards it. She studied it and realized where she was.
"Why are we heading towards the Riddle House?" She asked herself curiously. The carriage stopped in the driveway. Hermione landed in a tree and watched them from above. They both got out of the carriage and walked up to the door than knocked. The door opened and they strode in.
Hermione crawled into an open window and hid in the shadows, when she heard Angel and her mother walking down the hall. Hermione saw a man walk over to them. She recognized the man a moment later as Peter Pettigrew.
She went to get a closer look. She got as close as she could get without being seen. She tried to listen to the conversation.
Peter strut over to the door across the hall and then he turned to the girls and said, "Lord Voldemort, has been waiting your arrival." He opened the door. The two girls stepped inside. How am I going to get inside there? She started to look around and when her eyes reached the ceiling she saw a vent.
She used the Firebolt to fly up to the vent and then she started to crawl towards the voices. She stopped when she looked down at the bars and could get a clear view Angel. She stayed as silent as she could.
"Angel change out of those dreadful robes and change into your normal ones." Hermione heard Voldemort demand.
"Yes my Lord." Angel replied.
Did she just call him Lord? Hermione was so confused she didn't even realize that Angel was already back and in her new robes and was talking to Voldemort again. Angel bowed to him as he spoke.
"Angel we have to put my plan into action soon." Voldemort's voice echoed.
She stood up straight. "Yes I know my Lord, but don't you think that he is to well guarded?" She asked.
"Yes that's why I need you." She looked confused but stayed silent.
"I know you can get Ronald Weasley here. I want him and I want him here as soon as possible."
"I can try." She frowned thoughtfully.
Voldemort slammed his fist down. Angel flinched. "Try? My deatheaters do not try. They do it." Angel looked at the ground.
"Yes my Lord." Voldemort put on an evil smile and said, "And once we have him here we'll kill him." Angel smiled sadistically. She bowed to Voldemort one last time than she and her mother walked out.
Hermione sat there for a minute completely dumbfounded. Kill Ron? But why? She thought over and over again. She realized she had to get back to the school and warn Ron.
Hermione quickly climbed out of the vent, got on the Firebolt, kicked the ground, and was flying into the air. It was then she heard something beneath her. She saw Peter Pettigrew chasing after her.
"Hey you get back here." He screamed as he reached in his robes for his wand. Hermione didn't stop she just kept going.
It took her about 5 hours to get back to the school because she kept having to repeat steps because she had gotten lost. She didn't have a carriage to follow this time around. She flew into the upper castle window. She landed and ran off to the common room.
When she arrived she saw everyone was in bed but Harry and Ron because they were playing wizard's chess. Hermione flopped down into one of the chairs. "Your turn Ron." Harry said as he noticed for the first time that Hermione had walked in.
"Knight to E-7." Ron commanded to the board pieces.
"Hey Hermione." Harry greeted.
Hermione just glared at him evilly as she tried to catch her breath. She then handed Harry his Firebolt. Ron looked at them confused.
"Why did Hermione have your Firebolt Harry?" Ron asked looking up from the chessboard to glance at his friends.
"Well you see it's like this..." Harry was about to explain but Hermione interrupted him.
"I was out practicing with it." She said quickly.
Ron eyed her suspiciously. "Since when do you like brooms?" He questioned her as he eyed her cautiously.
"I've been thinking that since everyone thinks that I'm good at every subject that I should be good on a broom stick as well." She said very proudly. Ron and Harry just stared at her in utter surprise.
"What?" She asked. They both looked away from her and went back to her chess game.
Hermione sat there in deep thought. Should I tell him? Her mind raced.
After a while of debating with herself she decided that it would be best because it wouldn't be right not to tell him. After what seemed like forever, the chess game ended. Harry congratulated Ron and stood up from his chair than said, "See you guys in the morning I'm going to bed I'm tired, I've had a long day." With that said Harry grabbed his Firebolt and walked up the boy's dormitory.
Hermione looked at Ron and said, "I need to talk to you." Ron was taken back by her outburst.
"About what?" He asked.
"About Angel." She said seriously.
"What about Angel?" He looked as clueless as he did in his first year when Professor Snape asked him to make a Wiggenweld potion.
Hermione took a deep breath and said, "Ron, Angel is a Deatheater."
Ron stepped back. "No she's not!" He replied trying to defend his fiancé.
"Yes she is. I followed her to the Riddle house this weekend-"
Ron interrupted her. "You followed her? What are you now a stalker?"
Hermione could tell his temper was rising because his ears was going a bright red. "Ron calm down and listen to what I have to say." She pleaded.
"No, you need to stop judging people by your jealously." He yelled.
"Jealousy? What in the hell do I have to be jealous about?" Hermione yelled back. She was getting very flustered; the conversation wasn't going the way she had planned.
"You're upset because you love me and I love Angel and the fact that she's a lot prettier and a lot smarter then you'll ever be." The moment Ron had said that last sentence he regretted it.
Hermione had tears flowing down her cheeks. "You're right, she probably is, but there is one thing you're wrong about."
Putting aside his mixed emotions, he stood his ground and said, "And what's that?"
"I admit it was jealousy in the beginning, but not anymore. Ron, she's going to lead you to Lord Voldemort and kill you." Ron was about to cut in but she stopped him. "And if you can't accept the fact that I love you and care if you get hurt and she doesn't, then that's your problem. If you want to be killed by your fiancé then so be it." Hermione turned away from him and ran up the dark staircase to the Girl's Dormitory.
Ron sat down in one of the chairs in front of the fire and thought Angel can't be a Death Eater! Can she? but before he could dwell on the subject anymore, Angel came down the stairs. What in the world was she doing here?
"Hi! How come you're not sleeping?" She asked curiously.
"I couldn't sleep." He eyed her suspiciously.
She smiled evilly. "I bet you I can fix that." She sat in his lap and started to kiss him. "I love you Ron." She muttered against his lips.
He pushed her back. "Do you?"
She looked surprised by his question. "Why wouldn't I?"
Ron stared at the ceiling, thinking. "I don't know, you tell me!" He was very pissed off.
"Did I do something wrong?" She questioned.
"No, it's just everyone doesn't think we should be together." He stated as if it were obvious.
Angel put on her famous pouty look. "Who cares what everyone else says. I love you and nobody can come in between True Love." She smiled and tried to kiss him again, but failed as he pushed her away once again.
"I think I should go to bed, I have class in the morning." He said coldly as he stood up and walked to the Boy's Dormitory.
Angel sat there in shock, but then it eventually turned to anger. "I know who did this, it was Hermione and she's going to pay." Angel walked up to her bed and fell asleep to face the morning.
A/N: Another Chapter done and all in one day. :smiles at her progress: Well please Review. I'll have another chapter up soon.