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Summary: The mystery guy and bad, bad, BAD stuff happens.
Blood

Ron couldn't sleep that night. And not just because Harry had come in ten minutes, or so, after his letter crumpling and tried to coax Ron into tell him everything that had happened. Ron hadn't told, for reasons he didn't know, he used to tell Harry everything, But this, He just couldn't tell him.

Harry gave up eventually letting Ron think alone. Who was it? That was the biggest question that kept him up, or maybe Who was better then him?

Lots of people. Harry for one, but it couldn't be him, you couldn't fake the look of pity Harry had given him. None of the other boys in Gryffindor had really shown too much of an interest in Hermione, except maybe Neville. But he didn't suspect Neville would go after Hermione seeing as he, along with most the other boys at Hogwarts knew how he felt and Neville wasn't the type to put his friendships in danger.

His body immediately seemed to pull itself up and walk towards the portrait hole, heading towards the forest. He stopped himself before he got there.

'Not in less I HAVE to,' He reminded himself. He went back to bed lying down again and flipping over mindlessly. The forest, in the forest he could clear his thoughts, he could be away, he could hate her for this without actually hating her. It was like an obsession, and addiction.

"No," He told himself aloud. He covered his mouth realizing that he had said it aloud and hoping no one had heard. Someone stirred a bit but eventually stopped and the room lay quiet again.

"You don't look well," Ginny told him the next morning.

"Thanks a lot," Ron muttered sarcastically. Staring across the Great hall and avoiding the spot where Hermione was sitting, not five feet from him.

"Ron, can we-" Hermione's voice started gently.

"No," Ron replied getting up and starting to leave.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Not hungry," Ron replied. Harry got up and walked after him.

"Ron, you know this isn't her fault, she can't choose how she feels," Harry said once in step with Ron.

"Neither can I," He muttered. They were both quiet thinking of what to say next, "Harry, aren't you mad at her? She kept it a secret from us, she won't even say who it is."

"Sorta, I guess. But It's not like she's going out to make us mad, she's doing it to make herself happy." Harry said in a father like tone.

"It hurts Harry, it's like she's stealing my happiness for herself," Ron said feeling his voice quiver. Harry stared up at Ron with a concerned look in his eyes. "I want to kill whoever is, whoever's making me like this." He whispered.

"You've got to be logical about his Ron," Harry said nervously.

"I don't, I can be stupid about this, she's being stupid, I can too," Ron shouted, suddenly quite loud. He ran. Outside, getting closer and closer the trees advancing, and then.

"Not unless you have to!" He shouted at himself. Turning and walking back towards the castle.

Classes seemed harder that day, Hermione kept trying to pull him aside to talk and Ron kept pulling away, ignoring her when all he really wanted to do was grab her and take her away to the forest, so he could be alone with her, and never go back, just the two of them, together, forever.

"Ron, please, just talk to me, I have to patrol the halls, come with me," Hermione begged.

"No," Ron said coldly. His back to her. She turned leaving, Ron heard the door shut. And waited five minutes before grabbing Harry's invisibility cloak and following after her.

"Where's Weasley, thought you were going to try and get him to patrol with you," A mean voice asked. Ron ran as silently as he could catching up to Hermione to see whom she was talking to.

Malfoy.

"He wouldn't come," Hermione said in a trembling voice. "He's really mad at me." She looked as if she were going to cry, it made Ron want to hug her, tell her everything would be all right, that he forgave her. That she never had to patrol with Malfoy again, even if he WAS head boy.
"He's stupid," Malfoy said in the usual tone he took on when insulting someone.

"Don't say that about him," Hermione argued.

"He's stupid to want to hurt you, can't he see you just want to be happy?" Ron gawked at the blonde haired figure. It couldn't be, not Malfoy...

Malfoy snaked his long arm around Hermione's shoulder and the two of them started walking down the empty corridors.

Ron clenched his fists. He wanted to kill him, that Bastard. He felt his fingernails digging into the palm of his hand, blood.

He ran, wrenching himself away form the thought of killing Malfoy, before he knew what was going on he was crying, loud. Hard. In the center of the forest, his favorite spot where the trees left a hole so that he could see the sky.

"Make it go away!" He yelled at the forest, the pain wasn't leaving like it normally did when he sat here, he didn't feel wonderfully detached. He felt sick, angry, pain.

"Young human boys shouldn't be out tonight," A centaur that had apparently heard his cry said revealing himself from behind a tree. Ron recognized it vaguely as one they had met in there first year.

"The planets tell me one of your age is in much danger, the one born of March Beware," Ron rolled his eyes.

"I've already been stabbed, it can't get much worse," He spat at the creature who hissed at him angrily and turned leaving him in painful peace.

Slowly he seemed to drift into an uneasy sleep, Hermione was with Malfoy and he was being stabbed, and bitten over and over again blood seemed to be seeping everywhere, Hermione was watching him and crying, and then he ran over and bit her blood pouring out over her lovely golden dress. He was happy. She cried in pain, wrenched around trying to get away, calling for Malfoy's help but he ran, and Ron strangled her.

"NO!" He yelled seeing her limp body in his hands he opened his eyes, feeling a sharp pain in the back of his neck. He sat up rubbing the spot only to feel it wet.

Dark red liquid glistened on his clumsy hand as he held his hand in front of him staring at it, lit only by the moonlight and the winking stars. He felt different, angry, rage, but power, He grabbed a faerie that flew overhead staring down at him nervously. He held it softly, tightening his hold gradually.

"Let me go!" the faerie screamed in a high-pitched voice. Ron smiled covering its head with his other hand. He felt a nasty grin and urge run through his body and was only brought back form his trance when he heard the soft "Crack." Of the faeries bones. He opened his hands nervously

Blood.

"What have I done? What's happening to me?" He asked to no one in particular before getting up and running to the castle, he was stopped before he got there however.
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Yes now the question is, what the hell is happening to Ron? More to come soon!
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