(A/N Chapter 3 up! I live for reviews!!!!! I'm sorry that the chapter was in one big paragraph before, so I've fixed it now!)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, I never did own Harry Potter, and I never will own Harry Potter.
CHAPTER 3

AS TOLD BY RON

I HAD MET JACK AND JILL WHEN HERMIONE HAD LEFT earlier. So when I called Hermione over, I introduced her and the first thing she said was, hi, and the second thing she said was, "'Jack and Jill went up the hill to smoke-."

"Hermione," I cautioned.

"Sorry."

"So, Ron, Hermione, what brings you on this boat?" Jill asked.

"You know, Jill," Hermione said, "I really don't know. Ron just shows up at my house, and then I get dragged into this mess."

"Don't worry about her, she's just PMSing," I told them.

"Ron!" Hermione gasped, and hit me on the head, hard.

"I'm sorry, I was joking, Hermione!" I was trying not to laugh.

Jack cleared his throat, "Are you guys going to go the evening party tonight? It's a dinner type thing I think."

I looked at Hermione who answered the question, "Well, Ron and I aren't really an item. But I'd like to go, I just have to get some rest. What about you?"

I looked at her aren't really an item, did that mean we were kind of an item?

"Ron?" She asked again when I didn't answer.

"Yeah, I'll go, I just have to get some rest too."

Hermione and I took an hour long nap, and Hermione made a part of pulling the partition down and locking it. Then we got dressed. I had dress robes, and somewhere in the past few years, I had managed to escape maroon. The robes were navy blue, a real manly color as Ginny had put it.

Ten minutes before we left Hermione pulled up the partition, "How do I look?" She asked.

I stared at her, she had light blue robes on and had her hair in a bun, but you could tell that if she took her hair down it would puff out. She was wearing very little bit of make up, because Hermione thought that make up undermined the way society expected women to dress.

"You look great Hermione... er, what about me?" I asked her.

"You're wearing that tie?" She questioned.

I shouldn't have asked her.

"Well, yeah, it's on me isn't it?"

"But it doesn't match as well, hold on," she began digging through the pile of ties on my bed. "Here, put this one on."

She had picked out a navy blue one. I sighed and switched ties.

"You put it on crooked, Ron," she said grinning at me. "Does your mum still dress you?"

"Ha, ha, really funny."

"Wasn't it? Let me fix your tie-"

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Ron?"

"Are you obsessed with ties?" I joked.

"Yes, I am," she muttered and straightened my tie. Women. "Are you ready, Ron?" She asked sticking out her arm for me to take, I was surprised, but I didn't complain.

It reminded me of the Yule Ball, and it made me feel very sick inside. I had acted like such a jerk, and I could tell Hermione was thinking the same thing.

"This is the room," I said and Hermione gasped. It was a ball room and I could tell she thought it was beautiful, it was OK, I guess. I just don't get worked up over stuff like that.

"Isn't it beautiful, Ron?" Hermione asked. She was acting like a corny little five year old.

"It's all right."

"That's it, just, all right?"

"Hermione, I just don't pay attention to the finer things like that."

Hermione and I met up with Jack and Jill at table number five and we talked for a while, and when they got up to dance, I knew what was coming.

"Ron, maybe we should dance," Hermione said. I looked at her. Now I told you before that I liked Hermione, I just hated dancing.

"Hermione, I don't like dancing."

"Please, Ron? If you won't dance with me, I'll have to go hit on some forty year old rapist, because all the cute men are taken," Hermione stated.

"All right," I said reluctantly, "Just because I don't want you to get killed." We started out... how do I put this... bad. I stepped on her feet once and she got angry with me for that, so she stepped on my foot, and then I called her a bitch, and then she slapped me. But after a while I began to get a little better.

"You know, Ron? I'm glad I came... I needed to get away," Hermione said to me.

I nodded, I was going to say I told you so, but I couldn't bring myself to act like an idiot.

AS TOLD BY HERMIONE

RON AND I HAD BEEN DANCING FOR ABOUT THREE dances when we heard this loud bang. I mean a metallic bang that echoed through my mind, and if I close my eyes and think hard, I can still hear it.

The creature erupted through the wall of the boat and crashed into some couple... and it was coming straight towards us.

"Get out of the way, Hermione!" Ron yelled and literally pushed me away. "Get back to the room!"

I looked at him, and pulled out my wand, and he was doing the same thing.

A lot of commotion was happening, some old witch accidentally hit her husband with some charm, and he was having some kind of fit. The animal lunged, it's deep, horrifying red eyes, skimmed the room. It's terrible jaw unhinged, releasing rows of sharp teeth that sunk into a poor witch. People were screaming.

Someone knocked me down and when I stood up, Ron was gone. I saw him up by a group of men who were shooting spells at it. I got to my feet, and ran up to the monster.

As soon as I got close to it, it felt like everything was getting sucked out of me. It was worse then a Dementor. My head was pounding, and in my mind I saw terrible things. Ron dying with Avada Kedavra, Harry being stabbed to death, my parents in their coffins... I screamed, and began shooting spells at it. The closer I got to it, the worse the thoughts became. Ron being under Cruciatus for hours at a time, then everyone I loved or cared about lined in a row, and just dropping dead. I tried to shake the thoughts off but it wouldn't work. I didn't even know if I was aiming at the monster anymore. I didn't know if I was even saying curses anymore.

The longer I stayed, the more I forgot that the visions in my head weren't real. And it was so weird, the monster's long, scaly tail hit into me, sending me across the room, and as soon as it hit me, I began to see the visions right in front of my own eyes. Like it was happening at that exact moment.
AS TOLD BY RON

WHEN HERMIONE WAS HIT, I THOUGHT SHE HAD DIED. And as she said before, about seeing all those thoughts, I was having the same problem.

The monster disappeared, leaving only confused people at the scene. As soon as it was gone, I collapsed. My head was spinning, and everything was going black. Hermione was dead. Hermione was dead. Hermione was dead, my brain kept saying. I felt a strong hand on my back, and when I looked up, there was a big man pulling me up.

"Yer Ok, Ron?" The man asked. I shook my head. He cleared his throat, "Hermione's alive. She's over there laying on the floor saying that you're dead."

I blinked, "Who are you?" My vision was so blurry, I didn't know who the man was.

The man laughed weakly, "Yer don't remember me?"

"I can't see," I told him, "Listen, whoever you are, where's Hermione?"

The man whispered something and suddenly I felt my vision clearing, and the person in front of me, was no other then Hagrid.

"Hagrid!" I practically screamed it.

"Ron, go over ter Hermione, she's having some kind of anxiety attack," Hagrid told my in that big booming voice of him. I blinked.

"Yeah, sure," I told him, and ran across the room to Hermione.

There was a group of people surrounding her, she was screaming, "Ron's dead! Ron's dead! Everyone's dead! Harry, Mum, Dad they're dead! Dead!"

"Excuse me, I'm Ron," I told them and pushed through the crowd. I knelt down next to Hermione, "Hermione, I'm not dead."

She had had her head in her hands and she looked up and blinked at me, "Ron?"

She continued to blink, and it occurred to me that maybe she couldn't see, "Can you see?"

"See what?"

"I mean, is you vision OK?"

"No it's blurry... I-I," She clutched her head.

"Hermione!?" I asked. She continued to clutch her head in pain, "Hagrid!" I stood up, "Hagrid!"

Hagrid took huge strides across the room, "All righ' Ron?"

"She can't see," I told him, feeling totally helpless, "What was the spell you used?" Hagrid muttered something and then Hermione stood up breathing hard, leaning against the wall, she still had her eyes closed.

I put my hands on her shoulders, "Hermione, are you OK?"

She shook her head, and then smiled, "Ron!" She threw her arms around my neck. "A-Are you OK?" Her voice was breaking.

"I'm fine, are you?"

"Yes, yes, I think so," she pulled back, she finally seemed to be back to normal, except she was blushing. She looked past me at Hagrid and her hands covered her mouth, "Hagrid?"

Hagrid beamed at her, "Are yeh all righ' Hermione?" Her eyes began to well with tears again, "A little surprised to find you here."

AS TOLD BY HERMIONE

APPARENTLY, HAGRID HAD COME ON THE CRUISE FOR the summer. Hagrid, Ron, and I stayed on the boat afterwards to clean up the mess. Three people had been killed, and a lot injured.

I felt so foolish for acting like a little two year old crying when I saw Ron and Hagrid. My leg was bloody from getting flung across the room, and my ankle was swollen. Ron bandaged it up with a binding charm. It seemed as if he made it his personal mission to make sure I didn't fall down, or get killed or something.

"I think we're done, can you walk back to the room?" Ron asked me.

"I'm fine, Ron. I've told you a million times!" I groaned.

"Well, here, let me help," and he took my arm.

"Ron! I'm fine," I told him.

"Gee, why'd you got to get so bloody mad?"

"Why do you have to treat me like an invalid?"

"I was just trying to help-."

"Ron! I like my independence, I don't need your help!" I cried, I was almost yelling, "Why do you act like I'm so clumsy that I'm going to fall over the edge of the boat?!"

"I thought you would've figured that out by now. Maybe you're not as smart as I thought," Ron yelled.

I was taken aback. I pulled by arm away from him. "I can walk fine just by myself."

Ron shrugged and started up the stairs.

I've never been so embarrassed in front of Ron. I was half way up the stairs, taking one step at a time. I just couldn't hold up anymore, and my swollen ankle gave out on me, and I fell off the steps, thank God they were carpeted.

Ron turned around, "I'm not even gunna ask."

"Ron?" I asked him.

"Yes, Hermione?" He asked frustrated.

"Can you help me?" I was blushing so bad, if I had been in an apple tree, someone would've thought I was a ripe, red apple and would've tried to pick me off the tree. I couldn't stand up.

I thought he was going to be mad, but he burst out laughing instead. He started down the stairs, "I should just make you stay there. Teach you about how it would just be easier to admit that you can't do something then to go falling all over the place. 'Why do you act like I'm so clumsy that I'm going to fall over the edge of the boat,' because you probably would fall off the edge of the boat."

He stuck out his hand and I took it reluctantly.

"Ron?"

"What?"

"Can we just Apparate back?" I asked.

"That would probably be smart."

However, when we tried to Apparate, it didn't work.