W&D - don't make me repeat myself. Again.

A/N - The last chap sucked so I'm doing this. Ok, so I know I'm really stupid for posting new chaps so fast but I just can't hold them in my comp if they're done. So, generally, I'm REALLY not pleased with chap 5 (seems I *do* suck at longer ones) and I tried to make it better this time for the peeps that are actually reading this and suffering because it's angst being written by a fluff muse *receives a furious glare from Pookie*. Thanx to the reviewers. And be sure I am fully aware of the stupidity of the chapter's titles, but they were planned in advance and holding a little stupid trick, so bare with me/them. I know «on the lawn» has absolutely nothing to do with the story, but it will have sense once I finish this fic. If I ever do. Judging by my pace, it'll be a lifetime. So, bring in all the feedback, everything is excepted. And sorry if I have spelling mistakes, I was kinda in a rush while doing this.

P.S. Short chap (duh.) but since it's two in a row. Say if you need more!!

6. On the lawn

Hermione shook her friend one more time. «Harry! For Christ's sake, will you listen to me?!»

The brown haired boy titled his head on the left so he was now facing her.

«What?»

«I said, if you didn't wanna help me, you shouldn't have offered in the first place!»

She thought she saw that old fire that was once burning in his eyes, but the flicker lasted less than a blink of an eye. She knew that Harry's fire and will died along with Ron. So were her's, actually. But she was good at keeping herself occupied by care for the friend that remained. And who wasn't gonna last much longer either if he kept going that way.

«Hermione, this isn't bringing us anywhere.»

«I told you snooping in the books won't help us bring him back. But I have no tears left, Harry. I could kill myself from the grief, but it wouldn't be much of a help either.»

His expression was cold and numb, but at these words he leaned in and strongly hugged her. Her books fell from her lap, but all she was able to do was to clutch his shoulders while, contrary to her statement, the tears uncontrolablly flew down her cheeks.

«Mione. I miss him *so* much.»

«So do I, Harry.»

He suddenly stiffened and drew back, still holding her strongly by her shoulders and looking right at her eyes. She blinked a few times to wipe away the tears; and no, she wasn't wrong. The fire inside was burning.

«It has something to do with that bastard. I know it. And by God he is going to pay.»

«Harry, we don't.»

«Save the breath. He's gonna clear up some things or he's gonna die.»

He noticed Hermione's painful look and startled a bit.

«No, I didn't mean so. But he's so gonna pay.»

«Harry.»

«The git probably blackmailed him somehow! Or tricked him into some evil plots with Voldemort and the Deatheaters! Or he just simply.»

«.Harry.»

«. Or he just found a way to bring him to the edge!! Merlin, it's so obvious!! I'm going to. Er, teach him certain things. And what the fuck was that scene about yesterday?! AND WHERE IS HE TODAY?!?!? And what's going on with Dumbledore being off so much at this time and.»

«HARRY!!»

The boy stopped in his rambling.

«What?»

«I think I should tell you something. About Ron. See, you didn'.»