Trembling
Chapter Two: Thinking
By: SilverSpecs
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah...
CAUTION!!!!: THIS IS A 5TH BOOK SPOILER! DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER OR STORY FOR THAT MATTER, IF YOU HAVE NOT READ HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHEONIX (which was very good, by the way)!!!!!
A/N: Alas, here it is! The second chapter of out saga! Let's just see if I can squeeze it out before I get a brain fart. On with the show!
Hermione Granger awoke with a scream, tears streaming down her face.
"Hermione?" said someone learning over her from a position on the bed next to her. "What's the matter?"
"Ron? Is that you?" Hermione choked out, rivers still erupting down her face.
"Of course it's me!" Ron said, sitting up straighter in bed. He put his hands on Hermione's shoulders, shaking her slightly, "Now tell me what's wrong!" He sounded alarmed.
"It was just a-a dream? But, it-it seemed so real! Like I-I was actually there, and things were a-actually happening!" she sputtered out, gasping for breath.
"Just tell me what happened. What was it about?" he said, concern hanging on every word. She sat up as well and he pulled her closer to his bare chest. Her head was resting on his shoulder. She felt safer in his strong arms. Nothing could hurt her...
All of a sudden the memories of her dream flowed back to her. Was it really Ron? It couldn't have been. He would never do something like that, would he? No, she thought firmly.
"Hermione...?" Ron asked attentively, urging her to tell him about her nightmare.
"It was... I was..." What was she doing? She couldn't tell Ron that she dreamt he was a Death Eater who killed her and helped kill everyone she loved. He wouldn't like that one bit.
She looked up at his worried face. "Um, I dreamt that I-I was lost in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, a-and a werewolf was chasing me," she quickly lied. She couldn't, she wouldn't, tell him the truth until she had time to think.
"Are you sure that was it?" he asked, sounding unconvinced. "You seemed a bit too worked up over some werewolf chasing you in the forest."
"I was just being a bit silly. Honestly, there's nothing more to worry about," Hermione said, whipping her old tears away from her face. She hated lying to Ron, but she needed to reflect. "I'm just going to get a glass of water. I'll be back to bed in a few minutes."
She left Ron's arms and stumbled through the dark living room and into the equally dark kitchen. There, she blindly groped around on the wall for the light switch. She finally felt her fingers flick it upward and the room around her filled with brightness. She staggered towards the cabinets; pulled out a long, clear glass; turned to the sink; and emptied the glass of air.
All right, now it was time to figure out what happened, much to Hermione's dismay. The dream was placed in a... a... a cell! Yes, that was it. Then, there was Ron. Oh, Ron, she thought, what were you doing there? He was serving You-Know-Who. Everyone she ever loved had died. They were all killed, murdered. She had tried to convince Ron that he was making a mistake. She had tried to convince him that he still loved her. Then, he did the unthinkable. Performed the most feared curse of all on her, killing her instantly. But before she died she had uttered something... What was it...? She had said... She had said...
"Hermione? Are you sure you're all right?" came a voice from behind her. It was Ron. She had been standing in front of the sink with a full glass of water for much longer than she had intended.
"Er... Yes, of course I'm all right, Ron. I told you there is nothing else to fret about. It was just a silly nightmare," Hermione said, rapidly.
"Well, all right then. I was just coming to check up on you," Ron said, not sounding the least bit persuaded. He turned around and ambled back into the living room and down the hall to her bedroom.
What was she going to do? Should she tell Ron? Could she? It was, just a dream after all. Was it really just a dream? Or could she have perhaps Saw something that was coming. Hermione frowned at this thought. How could that be? First of all, she hated Divination and was no damn good at it. Second of all, Ron would never do something like that. Would he? Of course he wouldn't! Hermione thought, pushing the wondering questions about Ron to the back of her mind.
She was making her way back to her bedroom when she stopped dead in her tracks. Something had just occurred to her. Wasn't she seeing the dream in Ron's point of view? But, how could that be? Immediately, her brain flew back to a time in her 5th year. Harry had nightmares in which he was Voldemort. Could she have perhaps involuntarily possessed Ron for a moment, just as Voldemort had possessed Harry when she was 15?
That was stupid. Ron was right there next to her in bed the whole time. Plus, why would she possess Ron?
Hermione frowned again at this sudden idea. It was just too complicated to think out straight. She waved it aside thinking it couldn't have been possible. She decided to go back to bed. Perhaps it was just some silly dream, like she had said to Ron before.
When she reached the bedroom and slid under the covers of her bed with Ron, who had already dosed off. He unconsciously wrapped his arms around her waste, still sleeping, as she lay there. Now that she was in Ron's arms, nothing seemed to matter. It was just a stupid nightmare. How could she have overreacted so much? She knew that Ron was as good, pure, and sweet as a chocolate frog. With this delicious thought, she fell into a dreamless slumber.
A/N: Kinda crappy. I know. Anyway, I'll see if I can spit out a 3rd chapter within the next few days. I should be able to do it, seeing as how its summer and I have become a troglodyte. (Don't ask me what that means; my brother called me it this morning. He also called me fat, the little crackface...)
P.S. Sorry It's so short! More later!
Anyway, R to the E to the VIE and um. W.
Uh, ok.
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Chapter Two: Thinking
By: SilverSpecs
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah...
CAUTION!!!!: THIS IS A 5TH BOOK SPOILER! DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER OR STORY FOR THAT MATTER, IF YOU HAVE NOT READ HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHEONIX (which was very good, by the way)!!!!!
A/N: Alas, here it is! The second chapter of out saga! Let's just see if I can squeeze it out before I get a brain fart. On with the show!
Hermione Granger awoke with a scream, tears streaming down her face.
"Hermione?" said someone learning over her from a position on the bed next to her. "What's the matter?"
"Ron? Is that you?" Hermione choked out, rivers still erupting down her face.
"Of course it's me!" Ron said, sitting up straighter in bed. He put his hands on Hermione's shoulders, shaking her slightly, "Now tell me what's wrong!" He sounded alarmed.
"It was just a-a dream? But, it-it seemed so real! Like I-I was actually there, and things were a-actually happening!" she sputtered out, gasping for breath.
"Just tell me what happened. What was it about?" he said, concern hanging on every word. She sat up as well and he pulled her closer to his bare chest. Her head was resting on his shoulder. She felt safer in his strong arms. Nothing could hurt her...
All of a sudden the memories of her dream flowed back to her. Was it really Ron? It couldn't have been. He would never do something like that, would he? No, she thought firmly.
"Hermione...?" Ron asked attentively, urging her to tell him about her nightmare.
"It was... I was..." What was she doing? She couldn't tell Ron that she dreamt he was a Death Eater who killed her and helped kill everyone she loved. He wouldn't like that one bit.
She looked up at his worried face. "Um, I dreamt that I-I was lost in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, a-and a werewolf was chasing me," she quickly lied. She couldn't, she wouldn't, tell him the truth until she had time to think.
"Are you sure that was it?" he asked, sounding unconvinced. "You seemed a bit too worked up over some werewolf chasing you in the forest."
"I was just being a bit silly. Honestly, there's nothing more to worry about," Hermione said, whipping her old tears away from her face. She hated lying to Ron, but she needed to reflect. "I'm just going to get a glass of water. I'll be back to bed in a few minutes."
She left Ron's arms and stumbled through the dark living room and into the equally dark kitchen. There, she blindly groped around on the wall for the light switch. She finally felt her fingers flick it upward and the room around her filled with brightness. She staggered towards the cabinets; pulled out a long, clear glass; turned to the sink; and emptied the glass of air.
All right, now it was time to figure out what happened, much to Hermione's dismay. The dream was placed in a... a... a cell! Yes, that was it. Then, there was Ron. Oh, Ron, she thought, what were you doing there? He was serving You-Know-Who. Everyone she ever loved had died. They were all killed, murdered. She had tried to convince Ron that he was making a mistake. She had tried to convince him that he still loved her. Then, he did the unthinkable. Performed the most feared curse of all on her, killing her instantly. But before she died she had uttered something... What was it...? She had said... She had said...
"Hermione? Are you sure you're all right?" came a voice from behind her. It was Ron. She had been standing in front of the sink with a full glass of water for much longer than she had intended.
"Er... Yes, of course I'm all right, Ron. I told you there is nothing else to fret about. It was just a silly nightmare," Hermione said, rapidly.
"Well, all right then. I was just coming to check up on you," Ron said, not sounding the least bit persuaded. He turned around and ambled back into the living room and down the hall to her bedroom.
What was she going to do? Should she tell Ron? Could she? It was, just a dream after all. Was it really just a dream? Or could she have perhaps Saw something that was coming. Hermione frowned at this thought. How could that be? First of all, she hated Divination and was no damn good at it. Second of all, Ron would never do something like that. Would he? Of course he wouldn't! Hermione thought, pushing the wondering questions about Ron to the back of her mind.
She was making her way back to her bedroom when she stopped dead in her tracks. Something had just occurred to her. Wasn't she seeing the dream in Ron's point of view? But, how could that be? Immediately, her brain flew back to a time in her 5th year. Harry had nightmares in which he was Voldemort. Could she have perhaps involuntarily possessed Ron for a moment, just as Voldemort had possessed Harry when she was 15?
That was stupid. Ron was right there next to her in bed the whole time. Plus, why would she possess Ron?
Hermione frowned again at this sudden idea. It was just too complicated to think out straight. She waved it aside thinking it couldn't have been possible. She decided to go back to bed. Perhaps it was just some silly dream, like she had said to Ron before.
When she reached the bedroom and slid under the covers of her bed with Ron, who had already dosed off. He unconsciously wrapped his arms around her waste, still sleeping, as she lay there. Now that she was in Ron's arms, nothing seemed to matter. It was just a stupid nightmare. How could she have overreacted so much? She knew that Ron was as good, pure, and sweet as a chocolate frog. With this delicious thought, she fell into a dreamless slumber.
A/N: Kinda crappy. I know. Anyway, I'll see if I can spit out a 3rd chapter within the next few days. I should be able to do it, seeing as how its summer and I have become a troglodyte. (Don't ask me what that means; my brother called me it this morning. He also called me fat, the little crackface...)
P.S. Sorry It's so short! More later!
Anyway, R to the E to the VIE and um. W.
Uh, ok.
REVIEW!
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