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DISCLAIMER: I do not oown Harry Potter or any of the relative characters and Im not going to pretend that I do because it was the brilliant minds of J.K. Rowling and all her associates to do all the cool harry stuff and so yea......
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Ron fell onto his arse and looked at Hermione, shock all over his face.
" Your... your... EX-FIANCE?" he cried looking at her like she had gone
mad. At the moment though, Hermione seemed to be in her own little
world. Luke was dead and it was an accident... Maria said thast she
need her, she needed Maria, close with. But god.....Luke was dead.
It couldn't be true, and yet it was. Now it wasn't that she was in
love with Luke. No, that definitley was not it. She already knew that
she was still in love with Ron. It was more the fact that a good man,
a close friend and someone who she had known since she first ran away
from London, had been killed, and it was, so,so, unreal!
She rocked back and forth, clutching her knees. She had to do
something and get their quickly, Maria needed her. She couldn't let an
old friend all alone, especially when her friends husband had just
died! No matter how bad of a falling out they had... she never was as
mad as she had said she was... or acter for that matter.
Luke was dead and Maria was all alone in Venice. Hermione might need to
stay there for a while, what with the funeral plans and so on. But
Hermione also needed to be back here in two weeks for Ginny's wedding.
"Hermione, what do you mean ex-fiance,you were going to get, (gulp),
married?" Ron asked, breaking her train of thought's.
" No, I never intended for it to get that far Ron." she said and then
stood quickly.
" I have to pack, I have to get to Venice!" she cried, running to her
room.
Ron chased after her, still utterly confused and disturbed by
the fact that Hermione had almost gotten married. He followed her into
her room and watched from the doorway as she flung open her dresser
drawers and closet, tearing out clothes and throwing them into an open
duffle bag that she had pulled out from under the bed.
"Hermione, you can't go to Venice alone!!!" he cried, flinging his arms out.
She glared at him through her teary eyes.
" I did it once before Ronald Weasley and I can sure as hell do it
again!! What are you going to do Ron! Come with me!?!?" she said back
laughing at the idea of Ron in Italy.
She just couldn't picture him, especially in muggle Italy.
"AS A MATTER OF FACT, YES!" he shouted and took out his wand. Pointing
it at the bed he muttered a spell and his own duffle bag appeared with
a few of his shirts and a few pairs of pants.
Hermione stared open mouthed, he wouldn't... he hated travelling!
" I was being sarcastic Ron." she whispered looking down. " You hate
traveling." she stated, zipping up her bag.
" Well Im going with you Hermione Granger. You are not going alone to
a foriegn country, no matter who dies." he cried.
" Take my hand then and I will aparate you to Maria's apartement. She
said sighing, giving up. She was too grief stricken to argue with the
red head. To depressed to do anything about it.
Ron clasped her hand tightly and Hermione felt her stomach flutter and
her heart skipped a beat.
She looked deep into his eyes and then turned. Both of them
disappeared, now on their way to Venice.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not oown Harry Potter or any of the relative characters and Im not going to pretend that I do because it was the brilliant minds of J.K. Rowling and all her associates to do all the cool harry stuff and so yea......
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Ron fell onto his arse and looked at Hermione, shock all over his face.
" Your... your... EX-FIANCE?" he cried looking at her like she had gone
mad. At the moment though, Hermione seemed to be in her own little
world. Luke was dead and it was an accident... Maria said thast she
need her, she needed Maria, close with. But god.....Luke was dead.
It couldn't be true, and yet it was. Now it wasn't that she was in
love with Luke. No, that definitley was not it. She already knew that
she was still in love with Ron. It was more the fact that a good man,
a close friend and someone who she had known since she first ran away
from London, had been killed, and it was, so,so, unreal!
She rocked back and forth, clutching her knees. She had to do
something and get their quickly, Maria needed her. She couldn't let an
old friend all alone, especially when her friends husband had just
died! No matter how bad of a falling out they had... she never was as
mad as she had said she was... or acter for that matter.
Luke was dead and Maria was all alone in Venice. Hermione might need to
stay there for a while, what with the funeral plans and so on. But
Hermione also needed to be back here in two weeks for Ginny's wedding.
"Hermione, what do you mean ex-fiance,you were going to get, (gulp),
married?" Ron asked, breaking her train of thought's.
" No, I never intended for it to get that far Ron." she said and then
stood quickly.
" I have to pack, I have to get to Venice!" she cried, running to her
room.
Ron chased after her, still utterly confused and disturbed by
the fact that Hermione had almost gotten married. He followed her into
her room and watched from the doorway as she flung open her dresser
drawers and closet, tearing out clothes and throwing them into an open
duffle bag that she had pulled out from under the bed.
"Hermione, you can't go to Venice alone!!!" he cried, flinging his arms out.
She glared at him through her teary eyes.
" I did it once before Ronald Weasley and I can sure as hell do it
again!! What are you going to do Ron! Come with me!?!?" she said back
laughing at the idea of Ron in Italy.
She just couldn't picture him, especially in muggle Italy.
"AS A MATTER OF FACT, YES!" he shouted and took out his wand. Pointing
it at the bed he muttered a spell and his own duffle bag appeared with
a few of his shirts and a few pairs of pants.
Hermione stared open mouthed, he wouldn't... he hated travelling!
" I was being sarcastic Ron." she whispered looking down. " You hate
traveling." she stated, zipping up her bag.
" Well Im going with you Hermione Granger. You are not going alone to
a foriegn country, no matter who dies." he cried.
" Take my hand then and I will aparate you to Maria's apartement. She
said sighing, giving up. She was too grief stricken to argue with the
red head. To depressed to do anything about it.
Ron clasped her hand tightly and Hermione felt her stomach flutter and
her heart skipped a beat.
She looked deep into his eyes and then turned. Both of them
disappeared, now on their way to Venice.
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