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Ron
I ran. I ran threw the forest as fast as I could. I felt the sharp branches from trees brush and scrape my face. I didn't care.
I could hear Malfoy yelling my name from behind me. I didn't care. I just had to get away. Away from him.
Everything that I had been thinking for the past month was gone. I couldn't think. Every thought that came across my mind hurt to much to bare. I just kept running and running before I collapsed from exhaustion on the forest floor.
"Weasley! Where the hell are you?" I could still hear him yelling for me. I could tell that he was getting closer so I hid myself under a nearby bush.
I concentrated on a small ant crawling across the floor instead of on what he had just said to me. I didn't want to believe it.
"Because she's with me." His voice played over and over in my mind, growing louder each time. I reached over and slammed my hand down hard against the ant.
I lifted it up and saw that it was, now, no more then a speck of filth on my hands. I had had it with this.
I decided right then and there that I didn't want to see either of them again. I just wanted to leave, and do what we should have done in the first place.
Go find Harry.
And I knew how to do it too. I pulled out my wand and a strand of Harry's hair that I had. I wrapped the hair around my wand and muttered the familiar spell. "Etacinummoc."
Most people would find it strange that I happen to have a strand of Harry's hair lying around in my pocket, but I do need male friends to talk to. Harry and I have been communicating like this ever since he was taken away. He never told me where he was of course. That information is strictly classified.
"Harry," I said in a voice that only he and I could hear because of the spell. "Harry, are you there?"
"Ron?" His voice echoed in my brain. His voice always made me feel safer. Harry was always calm and cool in a crisis, and that had an effect on me.
"Who else talks to you through your head?"
"Well…no one, really."
"Exactly. Harry, we need your help?"
"There are so many muggle comic books I could make a joke about right now; I just can't pick one."
"No time for jokes now! We need to find Hermione."
"She's here."
"She's with you? She's safe?"
"Not so much. She and I are tied up, waiting to be tortured by one of the two evil Malfoys."
"Oh, shit. How'd you get over there?"
"Time-consuming, difficult, complicated, long and confusing story. It'll have to wait 'til later."
"Whatever. Harry, tell Hermione that…that…I'll never forgive her for what she did." I had to think about what to say. I was still very angry, and I wanted her to know it.
"What a comforting statement." I heard his voice change volume as he talked to Hermione. He sounded muffled, like there was a pillow over his face, but that was normal for this spell.
"Ron?" I heard his voice coming through clearly now.
"Yes?"
"She's crying."
"What?"
"She looks real upset, Ron."
HermioneWhy did everything he say have to be so hurtful? Why can't I just brush of his comments? Why did he matter so much?
The tears were streaming from my face freely now, and I had no reason to stop them. I just let them flow.
"Hermione, don't cry. Whatever you did won't matter in a few years, will it?"
I turned to look at Harry's worried face. His eyes told me he wanted to know what was going on, but wouldn't ask.
I just couldn't tell him what was going on. "Tell Ron that I'm sorry. Tell him, tell him to tell you what he knows." I looked down at the ground, ashamed. I knew they would be upset.
I looked back at Harry's face and watched the expression of worry turn to anger. "WHAT?" he exclaimed. He turned to me, rage settling over his features. "Hermione, what is wrong with you? After Ron tells you how he feels, you just go and be with MALFOY!"
I suddenly felt anger as well. I was just about to scream at him, but, to my surprise, Harry laughed. "Don't worry. I know that Draco Malfoy might be…err…appealing to some people. I also know that you would never be with him if you found someone better. I'm sure that you already know who you'd choose." Harry's little half smile returned to his face.
My mouth hung open. I did know, but I didn't want to say. "Harry, if it came to a choice between the three of you, I would choose…
"Me, right?" Harry's hopeful smile born into my soul, hurting more then he could ever know.
I delayed my answer by watching a small spider crawl across the floor. A tear dropped from my eye and landed on the spider. It shivered in pain for a moment before growing larger, changing color and shape.
Before me stood Lucius Malfoy.
(A/N: Wouldn't it be great if I ended it there! He, he. I'm not that mean though. And this section is way too short, so I kept going."
He sneered as he addressed us. "Well, well, well. I have mentioned how interesting it is to find you hear Harry, but it is so much greater to find out what this girl means to you."
I cast a worried glance at Harry, who had an angry look on his face. The same one he had had the moment I fell in love with him. When we were eleven and he was leaving to face Voldemort.
"Of course, my master would be please to hear this. We might even make a change in our plan to accommodate this new information."
"What plan?" Harry asked through clenched teeth.
"You can't do that! What about Draco and Ron?" I shouted at the man who was threatening my friends lives.
"I can do what I want. We will send people to retrieve them. I was looking forward to killing one of your
friends, now I will kill two."
My heart sank.
Draco"Weasley!" It was getting darker and darker and I still couldn't find the little brat. "Weasley! Let's talk about this!"
I glance around, hoping to see him appear from behind a tree, but no such luck.
"Weas-"
A popping sound interrupted my call. Two pairs of hands from tall, cloaked people grabbed my arms. I was saw two more of these men pulling Ron out from under a nearby bush.
He glanced at me, hatred still in his eye.
The world suddenly went blurry as the two men apperated, dragging me along with them. I was suddenly in a room where two familiar people were chained to a wall.
"Hermione!" I called at the same time as Weasley, who must have just come in. She turned her weary head towards us, a tear flowing down her cheek.
Both Weasley and I were moved to the wall and soon had chains magicked around our wrists and ankles.
Then my father came into the room. "As you can see, we have changed the plan."
"Why?" I snapped. "Are we just some puppets to play around with?"
"At the moment, yes."
"Great," said Potter.
"My change in plans occurred when I found out some new information. I happen to have been spying on our two captives. Being an Animangious has so may benefits, its amazing. While I was listening I found out some of the most interesting information." He paused for dramatic affect here. I hate it when he does that. "Harry Potter loves Hermione Granger."
I did not expect that. My jaw dropped; I was stunned. I whipped my head over to see Hermione and found that she was crying. Potter was turning slightly pink. Weasley was purple.
"What?" he exclaimed, still turning more and more colorful.
"Yes," my father said in a calm voice. "And it has come to my attention that the two of you do as well." A cold sneer came across his face and I could see him thinking about how awful his plan would be.
Hermione was still looking at the ground, tears flowing from her eyes.
"My new plan is even more of a…hand off kind of thing. You will all be put back into the Trophy room. In exactly forty-eight hours, I will come in. Granger will choose the one she wants to live, and I will kill the other two."
Good lord, this man could think on his feet. I have no doubts that he made that up while standing there.
"Jackass," I commented, as we were unchained and prepared to be moved back into the Trophy room.
A/N: That was a bit shorter then most of the other chapters, but I doubt that you notice. I hoped you liked this.
I need help. Who do you think Hermione should choose?
