Confessions: Ch.2

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Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter.  All I own is a copy of each of the books, and I am a LOT poorer than JK!  Lol I have a whole $15!  Yay!

Note: This is the train ride from Ron's point of view!  I promise that Ch.3 will PROBABLY be up tonight and it will DEFINITELY have the confessions in it!  One of the reviews commented that there were no confessions, but they're coming!

            Ron looked down at the book he held in his lap, "Flying With the Cannons".  Even his favorite quidditch team couldn't hold his attention right then, though.  He was so preoccupied with a certain bushy haired witch that he didn't notice that he was holding the book upside down. 

He sighed; it was just too bad for him that Hermione didn't love him like he loved her.  For Ron, Hermione was his whole world.  He breathed Hermione's scent and everything he saw reminded him of her.  He had loved Hermione ever since the moment he had laid eyes on her, even though she was buck teethed, bushy haired, and bossy.  He loved her bushy hair and the way she fussed over it.  He loved her being bossy; it was just another reason to talk to her.

Ron had taken to not doing homework until the last minute just so that Hermione would fuss at him and help him finish on time.  She cared about his grades far more than he ever had or would.  He loved the way that she bit her lip when she was thinking about a question, and the way that she critically read through his essays, commenting every few seconds and then helping him fix it.  As a result of Hermione he actually had gotten rather decent scores on his N.E.W.T.s.  Hermione herself, of course, had gotten a record number of N.E.W.T.s, shattering the old school record.  He remembered the moment with such clarity…

*Flashback*

            "Ron!  Ron where are you?" Hermione exclaimed as she raced into the common room.

            Ron had just woken up and was yawning sleepily, rubbing his eyes, "What is it 'Mione?"  He had taken to calling her that ever since 5th year.  He was the only one who could get away with it.  Her expression when Harry tried it clearly stated that a painful death would be given to him if he didn't stop using that name.

            "Oh the N.E.W.T scores are up and I broke the record!"  She threw her arms around his neck, laughing happily.  Ron stood there looking stunned, though not unhappy.

            "Wow great job 'Mione!" said Ron when he had finally recovered his composure and hugged her back.

            "Thanks, it really means a lot to me," she pulled back so that her and Ron were face to face. (Well not exactly face to face, more like face to shoulder.)  She began to lean towards him, and him towards her.  Closer and closer they got, until…

            "Hi guys!" Harry had just woken up, but he paused upon seeing his friends, "What's going on?"

            Hermione and Ron jumped apart, startled.  "Nothing!" they exclaimed in unison.

            "Ok…" Harry said, sounding skeptical.

            The trio stood awkwardly in silence for a few moments until Ron broke the silence, "Uhhhh… let's go eat!"

*End of Flashback*

            Of course, with the good memories, there also came the bad.  One memory in particular stood out among the rest, for it was far worse than any of the others, including that time when the two hadn't been talking for a while in third year.  It was the time when Hermione found out about her parents' death.  That had nearly killed her as well, even though they had grown steadily apart since Hermione had received her letter.  Ron had been the one to comfort her in that tough time.  Ron shuddered at the memory.

*Flashback*

            "Ms. Granger, I need to see you in my office," said Professor McGonagall.  Ron and Hermione had just gotten off the train from Christmas break.  Harry had talked them both into going to be with their families for this time and  had declined the invitation to the Weasleys.  They had planned on going to America, and Harry didn't want to make them pay for him as well, no matter how much Mrs.Weasley insisted that it was no problem.

            Hermione looked at Ron, "I'll meet you in the Great Hall for the feast, ok?"

            Ron shook his head, saying, "It's ok, I'll just come with you."

             Professor McGonagall led the two up to her office, spoke the password ("Siempre") and walked into the room.  Mr.Weasely, you may come in if Ms.Granger approves," Hermione nodded, "Ok then follow me."

            She sat down on a chair behind an ornate, dark cherry desk and motioned for the two students to sit in a pair of comfy red armchairs.  Her mouth was in a straight, thin line and she looked grim, causing Hermione to become worried.

            "Is something wrong, Professor McGonagall?" she asked, her voice shaking, giving away her concern.

            "I'm not sure how to tell you this.  Quite frankly, I'd really prefer that I never had to tell you this, but I do.  Hermione, soon after your parents returned home from King's Cross Station, death eaters attacked the house and murdered your parents."

            Hermione was stunned, as was Ron.  "No, you're joking right?  Haha very funny.  Can I leave now?"  was Hermione's reply.

            "I'm very sorry, Ms.Granger, but I am not joking.  Your parents are dead."

            "No.  They can't be!  I just saw them this morning!" Hermione began to sob.  Slowly Ron stood up and walked over to where Hermione was sitting.  He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.  He began to rub her back, and his tears mingled with hers.  McGonagall watched grimly.

            "Oh Ron, it can't be true!  Tell Professor McGonagall it's not true!" Hermione gasped out between sobs.

            "Shhh… It's ok 'Mione.  It'll be ok.  I won't let anyone hurt you.  You'll be all right.  We'll all be all right.  We'll get through this together, I promise," Ron murmered into her hair, kissing the top of the bushy head that was buried in his chest.  He hugged her tighter.  Glancing up at Professor McGonagall, he saw that she had tears in her eyes as well. 

            "Why don't you take Ms.Granger up to the common room, Ron?  I think that she needs to be comforted and away from the crowds right now.  I shall inform Mr.Potter of this when I see him."

            Ron nodded and slowly picked up Hermione.  He was surprised at how light she was, she normally seemed much bigger when they were fighting, though she was only 5' 3".  He carried her out of the office and up to Gryffindor Tower, letting her sob into his soggy shirt the whole time.

*End of Flashback*

            Without him noticing, Ron's eyes had filled with unshed tears.  He blinked them back, however, when he heard the whistle blow and felt the train slow down.  He glanced at Hermione, who quickly averted her eyes from where they had previously been, which was on Ron himself.  He gathered up his bags and made his way towards the compartment door for the last time.

Ok so you like?  I actually don't think that Ch.3 will be up tonight, but it may.  I will at least begin it, and it should be up Sunday or Monday (I'm going out of town for the day tomorrow and will be back Sunday afternoon.)  PLEASE REVIEW and if you have time go check out my other story, Try Again, and review that too!  I will say, though, that I think I like this story a lot better, and I think it's written better too.  It's definitely more detailed!  Lol thanks!

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