~Author's note* Well, updating is taking a bit longer. Something is really wrong with FF.net and I really think I'm not the only angry person here. I hope ff.net will soon be fixed and ready to go so I can update faster. So, as a special treat I will upload two chapters! Hooray! Enjoy the rest of this story because this story is sadly coming to an end. There will be loads of action in the last two chapters, I can't wait! LoL.

Disclaimer- I do not, repeat do not, own Harry Potter. Blah blah blah blah and all that junk. You know what I mean.

Chapter 8*
Fiquring out*

After the visit from Harry, Joanna, and Melissa, I was left alone until the next morning.

I was super glad that I was finally getting out of the hospital wing. Even though I was there for 2 days, I didn't like spending the night there. The hospital wing gave this eerie vibe when it was night. It sent shivers down my spine.

The morning after I awoke very early to get dressed and to get myself out of there.

It was 7a.m. and I was already heading out the door with my gifts and candy in hand.

I felt relieved to be out of the hospital wing and into the rest of Hogwarts. Heading down the hallway gave me a sense of liberty and freedom all over again.

But that feeling soon faded away.

"Rachel?" said a voice I was never hoping to hear ever again.

I quickly turned around and noticed that Ron coming from the front gate; probably heading towards the Gryffindor common room.

I rolled my eyes. I kept on walking, trying to ignore his voice. But he followed me.

"Rachel, I know what you must be thinking, but I can explain." \

I quickly turned around and eyed him furiously.

"Ron, there is nothing to explain."

"Yes, there is."

I really wanted at that moment for Draco to come in and have him let him deal with Ron. My patience had ran out.

"No, because I know everything I should know. You lie, hurt, betray, and in addition, you have no remorse for anything that you do. That's all I need to know. Now, if you'll excuse me I am going to my room and live on with my life and forget I ever met you."

"That's impossible. You will have to talk to me eventually. We have the same friends. Are you going to sacrifice your friends just to avoid me?"

Ron had gotten very close to where I was standing. I refused to see his face; I had my eyes facing down, observing his shoes.

How can his voice completely erase my hate for him. That voice. I tried to sound angry as could be, but I weakened very quickly.

"They won't be your friends any longer when I tell them you were the one that pushed me into the glass, you were the one that did this."

I showed him my bandaged hands; finally glancing up to see his hazel eyes.

Ron showed weakness at this point; he was teary-eyed and he kept staring right at me, observing all the bruises I had.

"You don't know how disgusted I feel right now. I'm sorry I did this to you. I haven't been able to sleep, eat, or do anything ever since that day. The one person I truly love, I end up hurting. I could just kill myself. I would never hurt you I any way and mean it. Never."

How I hated him. One minute he could be a complete maniac and the next minute, he can completely redeem myself. Whether I enjoyed this kind of "action" is really a complete mystery.

"But you did Ron, you hurt me. You hurt people and maybe you might not mean it, but you do it."

Ron had then grabbed my hands and was caressing them.

"No, Rachel , you have to understand that I am not what you think. I don't hurt people. It's just that….how can I explain this….i just lose my head at times and something comes over me. I am not me when I get like that"

Ron reached for my hands and gave them a light kiss on them. I pulled my hands away from him. He had a startled and hurt expression.

"What I don't understand is how can you possibly think I can forgive you? Ok, if I do forgive you for what you did, is everything back to normal? No. you forget the part where you lied to your friends and made Draco the scapegoat."

I wasn't going to forgive him that easily. I wondered if I ever was going to forgive him.

"Rachel," said Ron who looked afraid, "I had to tell everyone that, otherwise they would have told on me. I refuse to leave. No, I won't leave, they won't make me leave; not now that I have found you. NO!"

I stepped back to avoid any physical damage from Ron. Because knowing how Ron was, he was capable of doing anything.

"what are you talking about? Why do you think that your friends would report you?" I took another step back.

Ron noticed that I was stepping away. He quickly walked up to me and grabbed my shoulders in a firm grip.

"Because Rachel, everyone here hates me. They are jealous that I have you and I know that you want me to. I can see it in your eyes when you look at me. Everyone wants us to see us miserable. They want me away from you."

I was beginning to get frightened. If he gipped my shoulder any harder I would run away from as fast I could.

"No, Ron. They don't want that. It's just that you have problems Ron. And they just want me safe, that's all. We can help you Ron. I can help you too."

Ron had a crazed expression in his eyes. It was like looking a serial killers face. I was frozen with fright.

"NO, Rachel. That's what they want you to think. They want to see you miserable. If they were to find out that I was the one who hurt you, they would use it to get me kicked out of here. And I won't go to any asylum again. THEY WON"T MAKE ME GO!"

"OWWWW!! Ron let me go." I broke free from my grip and dashed out from the hallway as fast as I could. I never knew that I could run this fast. I just kept running without anything blocking my way.

100 yards left to reach the portrait hole and I was safe. I was going to find out EVERYTHING today. Either Harry or Hermione would tell. But I had to know everything there was to know about Ronald Weasley.

~~RON's POV~~~

My grip became tighter and tighter just as the seconds would come and go. I loved this girl and I had no other way to express it.

She has to understand. She will understand.

Seeing her break free from my grasp, gives me a disgusted feeling towards myself. My own anger dominates my feel and I have no stop to it.

But I refuse to let her go. I won't let her go.

I would get rid of anyone who gets in my way or her way. Even if it results in death.

If I can't have her than no one can.

End of Ron's POV

I gave the password to gain entrance to the common room (ButterBeer) and I see that Hermione was sitting in an armchair by herself.

Hermione would tell me everything today. She noticed that I was standing there because she set down her book and glanced up.

"hi Rachel. I'm really glad your back. Are you feeling better?"

"Great. But I need to talk to you about something." I said.

"What about?"

"About Ron."

"What do you want to know about Ron?" Hermione said confused.

"Everything."

~Bumm Bummm Bummm….hope you like so far. But I'm still unclear if I should end this story happy or sad. I dunno yet. Ideas are always welcomed. Oh and thanks to all the viewers. Don't worry Vocky, I'll write you in somewhere. Tata for now.