Can't Happen Here

Chapter 1: Blackness

            It was supposed to be a great day. Ron and Hermione were finally moving in with each other, after a 3 year relationship. They had graduated from Hogwarts the year before and had found a cozy little apartment in a suburb somewhere in England. What the two had though would be one of the happiest days of their lives would turn out to be one of the most horrific days they had ever experienced.

            They woke up bright and early to begin the long day they had ahead of them. They had spend the night before at Harry's flat, because he lived just down the street from the apartment complex into which they were moving.

Ron woke up with a moan and stretched his arms over his head. He sniffed the air, smelling eggs cooking. Just then, for a reason he would later find out, his heart gave a jump and it felt as if he couldn't breathe. He pounded his chest hard, and waited a couple of minutes for his heart beat to go back to normal. This kind of occurrence was not unusual to him. It had been happening for a month or so, so he was used to it.

He shoved his rather large feet into a pair of bear claw slippers and shuffled to the kitchen, where Hermione was fixing scrambled eggs. A mischievous grin spread across his face and he snuck up softly behind her and slid his arms around her thin waist, laughing as she gave a high pitch squeak. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her soft flowery scent as she turned to face him.

            "Ron Weasley," she said with mock anger, "You scared the living daylights out of me!"

            Ron smiled widely before kissing her softly. Once they had pulled away, he looked into her eyes, grinning insanely.

            "You're beautiful."

            Hermione blushed and turned back to her cooking, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

            "Yeah, well, just sit down and wait for me to finish."

            Ron sat down with a smile and watched her cook until Harry got up. Once Harry had sat down beside him to wait with him, the two began to talk about Quidditch until Hermione sat down two plates stacked high with steaming scrambled eggs.

            "Now scoot in boys, and don't make a mess."

            All she received was a glimpse of half chewed scrambled eggs as the two men threw her a grin. She rolled her eyes and sat down in front of her own plate and dug in.

~*~

            Sometime later, after breakfast, Ron and Hermione said good bye to Harry and began to walk over to their apartment. They had brought the boxes and furniture over the previous night, but they hadn't had time to unpack everything, so Harry offered to let them spend the night at his house.

            Once they reached the apartment complex, they walked to the elevator and pressed the up button. Hermione let out a little laugh as she saw Ron's excited face. It seemed he had inherited his father's love for all things muggle, because he was fascinated with the elevator and how it worked.

            After they had returned from the tour of all the floors (Ron had insisted on pressing all the buttons, thus making the elevator stop at every floor on the way up), they finally reached their apartment (# 902). Hermione used the key and opened the door.

            It was a fairly spacious apartment, as apartments go. There was a combined living room/family room, with a nice telly and couch and other necessities in it. Attached to the living room was the kitchen, with a long counter with some high chairs for Ron and Hermione to sit in as they ate. There was a master bedroom, a bathroom, and a small guest room. All in all, it was just right for the two of them.

            Hermione looked around and gave a great, heaving sigh.

            "Well, let's get started."

            Ron looked at her grimly as they began the long and grueling task of unpacking.

~*~

            About an hour or so after they had started unpacking, Ron had another one of his chest attacks. He hid from Hermione's view, so she wouldn't notice the change in him. He hadn't told her about the attacks because he hadn't wanted her to worry. Unfortunately, right in the middle of the "attack", Hermione called for him to help her move the couch. Ron quickly made sure he looked normal and slowly walked to the living room. Hermione was there, her long, wavy, brown hair pulled up into a bun on the top of her head with her hands on her hips.

            "You take the other end and help me move it against the wall there."

            Ron looked at her warily and went to the other side of the couch and waited for a count of 3 before lifting. He tried to quickly walk because right when he lifted the couch, his attack got worse. It was blinding attacking him with pain. Fighting it wasn't an option. It was taking over his body, his soul. He fell to the floor with a clatter and began to fight for air, his face quickly turning blue. The screams that came out of him were terrible. The last thing he saw before he passed out was Hermione's scared face screaming at him to wake up. Then everything went black.

Author's Note: Well, there it is. I don't really like it, but hey, when inspiration strikes, it's hard to shake off. I've had this idea for a while, but I hadn't really considered actually writing a story about it for a while. Please read and review. Also check out my other two stories. Thanks a lot! I appreciate every comment!