The Aftermath
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: This fic is based on charactars and situations created by J.K. Rowling and not myself. I have no money, therefore please, try your best not to sue me.
Poor Ron. He doesn't know half of what he's in for yet. All of my peeps that have reviewed my work (4 individual people) are not to be disappointed. So whether you're reading from Holland or Mid-Western USA, enjoy this next chapter. And please, R&R, because I'd really hate to curse you into oblivion the next time we meet on a train. With that in mind, read on in prosper.
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Although the other Weasley's were slightly uncomfortable with the news that Harry had assigned Draco to stay with them, they didn't have an outburst as Ron did. Mrs. Weasley went on into one of her 'that boy needs a real mother to turn his life around' speeches. Mr. Weasley prayed for the best. Ginny never said anything.
Harry and Ron now walked around, pitching gnomes from the garden, and chatting. Hermione walked not too far behind, not wanting to hurt the gnomes.
"I don't see why I have to stay here with him."
Harry looked at him. "Of course you do. You're the strongest wizard in your family. Although I seriously doubt Draco will do anything, someone needs to be here for protection. You're on suspension as of the moment, so it's just convenient that you get to do it."
Ron saw Harry's point, making him even more unhappy. "And why my house?"
To this Harry answered as if he had already known it would be asked and had always known the answer. "Where else? I don't have a family or home suited for this sort of thing. Hermione has a muggle family, so that would be strictly forbidden to put him on house arrest there. Only you were left."
Ron was running out of suggestions. "Well, what about Hogwarts? That's not illegal."
Harry smiled. "Too bad I hadn't thought of that before I turned in those papers to the council."
Ron turned for a moment. "Just a sec," he said, turning back around. "You did think of that, didn't you?"
Harry was already running, laughing hysterically, away from Ron.
"YOU BASTARD!" Ron shouted, running after Harry.
Hermione had a large fit of giggles as she watched Harry dodge Ron. Dodge, that is, until Ron immobilized him with a crafty curse and Ron slugged him a good one.
She sighed. "They laugh now. How will it be when Ron finds out?"
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Draco tried to stay out of the way of everyone else. Nobody bothered trying to talk to him except for Harry (when he was there) and Mrs. Weasley. He had become fond of Mrs. Weasley. His mother had been nothing but snobbish trash. Mrs. Weasley tried to care if she really didn't. She treated him like a son.
He continued to read up in his room. He found it easier to read these days. Not noisy, but managed to occupy. He looked outside. He'd been on house arrest for five months. He didn't know why the council took so long in their decision making. At least now he was allowed outside. He didn't go too much, unless it was nice enough to read more.
He was now more perceptive than he used to be. He cared more about others feelings. He felt he could almost sense them. He knew that Ginny Weasley fancied him. In his new awareness, he always became more and more unaware of how he felt. She was beautiful, but could he possibly fall in love with a girl who he once despised purely because of her name?
Then there was Harry. He talked to Harry alot. They were probably considered good friends by now. Malfoy and Potter, friends. Who could ever have thought? He also knew something about Harry that noone else did. He was in love with Hermione Granger. That was more predictable than anything else in the world. There was always that friction that existed between them.
Draco continued to read until he lost interest. He looked out the window on the otherside of the room to a surprise. White. It had snowed and he had no idea. He always liked the snow, but never appreciated it. It's beauty and gentleness. Like Ginny.
He shook his head. He was thinking of her more than ever. She didn't talk to him much, but when she spoke, it was a sweet thing. He decided that since he was done reading, he'd go for a walk. He put on his winter cloak, made a quick departure with Mrs. Weasley ("Be back in time for supper, dear!"), and slipped outside.
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"I think it's time."
Harry looked up. He was previously day-dreaming about nothing inparticular while looking into the fire. "Time for what?" was his response to Hermione.
"To tell Ron," she said, almost anxiously. She was right, of course. They had put it off for so long, almost half a year.
Harry sighed. "But how do we tell him? That is, how do we tell him without ruining his life or ours?"
She sounded even more anxious this time. "I don't know, but if it's kept a secret any longer, I might just blurt it out at the wrong time. We wouldn't want that to happen, would we?"
Harry smirked. "What's the right time, if there's a wrong?"
She looked down and said quietly, "Now."
Harry looked across the room to see Ron stepping outside. Harry rolled his eyes and gave in. Hermione was, agian, right. They had to tell him, and now was the best time.
They followed Ron outside and called out to him so they could catch up. Ron was only taking a walk to the forest and was glad they decided to come.
All three were in a happy conversation. The subject had always changed from quidditch, to assholes they cursed, to monsters they beat, to... crushes.
Ron noticed, as they started talking about one anothers love life that Harry and Hermione were nervous. They were using "um" alot and very timid to speak. He decided to find out what was going on.
"Ok. Why are you two all of the sudden so nervous? You know something I don't know? If so, you better spill the beans because I know and excellent tickling curse that would get it out of you."
Harry gave a sideward glance at Hermione, who returned it. Harry said, "You or me?"
Ron was confused as ever. "What do you mean?"
Hermione just stared at the ground. "You. I can't."
Harry rolled his eyes. "A brave one you are. First, I save your ass from a troll, now it's from and awkward conversation."
Ron was getting impatient. "What the hell are you two talking about?" he had asked, half yelling.
"Well you see, Ron," Harry said, "while you were gone, something happened. Something that might upset you if we tell you, but would upset you even more so if we don't."
Ron looked at Harry. "Huh?"
Harry took in a deep breath. "Hermione and I fell in love. About 5 months ago. We didn't know how to tell you."
Ron's eyes got big. "WHAT?!?!"
At that moment, a voice muttered something as a red beam shot right by Harry and hit Ron in the stomach. Clenching his stomach with blood coming out of his mouth, Ron fell to the ground.
Hermione screamed. Harry looked back to see who was there. He saw nothing.
Hearing the screams, Draco came running from the other side of the woods to see a motionless and bloody Ron, screaming Hermione, and shocked Harry.
Ron stopped breathing.
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AN: I think it was a little short this time. Sorry about that. What did ya'll think? Not to fear. Chapter 7 is almost here. I'd like to thank my reviewers and hope you enjoyed this. Any questions or comments, either put them in your review or e-mail me at Neverclear15@cs.com. Look for Chapter 7 soon. Until then, I must say adios.
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: This fic is based on charactars and situations created by J.K. Rowling and not myself. I have no money, therefore please, try your best not to sue me.
Poor Ron. He doesn't know half of what he's in for yet. All of my peeps that have reviewed my work (4 individual people) are not to be disappointed. So whether you're reading from Holland or Mid-Western USA, enjoy this next chapter. And please, R&R, because I'd really hate to curse you into oblivion the next time we meet on a train. With that in mind, read on in prosper.
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Although the other Weasley's were slightly uncomfortable with the news that Harry had assigned Draco to stay with them, they didn't have an outburst as Ron did. Mrs. Weasley went on into one of her 'that boy needs a real mother to turn his life around' speeches. Mr. Weasley prayed for the best. Ginny never said anything.
Harry and Ron now walked around, pitching gnomes from the garden, and chatting. Hermione walked not too far behind, not wanting to hurt the gnomes.
"I don't see why I have to stay here with him."
Harry looked at him. "Of course you do. You're the strongest wizard in your family. Although I seriously doubt Draco will do anything, someone needs to be here for protection. You're on suspension as of the moment, so it's just convenient that you get to do it."
Ron saw Harry's point, making him even more unhappy. "And why my house?"
To this Harry answered as if he had already known it would be asked and had always known the answer. "Where else? I don't have a family or home suited for this sort of thing. Hermione has a muggle family, so that would be strictly forbidden to put him on house arrest there. Only you were left."
Ron was running out of suggestions. "Well, what about Hogwarts? That's not illegal."
Harry smiled. "Too bad I hadn't thought of that before I turned in those papers to the council."
Ron turned for a moment. "Just a sec," he said, turning back around. "You did think of that, didn't you?"
Harry was already running, laughing hysterically, away from Ron.
"YOU BASTARD!" Ron shouted, running after Harry.
Hermione had a large fit of giggles as she watched Harry dodge Ron. Dodge, that is, until Ron immobilized him with a crafty curse and Ron slugged him a good one.
She sighed. "They laugh now. How will it be when Ron finds out?"
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Draco tried to stay out of the way of everyone else. Nobody bothered trying to talk to him except for Harry (when he was there) and Mrs. Weasley. He had become fond of Mrs. Weasley. His mother had been nothing but snobbish trash. Mrs. Weasley tried to care if she really didn't. She treated him like a son.
He continued to read up in his room. He found it easier to read these days. Not noisy, but managed to occupy. He looked outside. He'd been on house arrest for five months. He didn't know why the council took so long in their decision making. At least now he was allowed outside. He didn't go too much, unless it was nice enough to read more.
He was now more perceptive than he used to be. He cared more about others feelings. He felt he could almost sense them. He knew that Ginny Weasley fancied him. In his new awareness, he always became more and more unaware of how he felt. She was beautiful, but could he possibly fall in love with a girl who he once despised purely because of her name?
Then there was Harry. He talked to Harry alot. They were probably considered good friends by now. Malfoy and Potter, friends. Who could ever have thought? He also knew something about Harry that noone else did. He was in love with Hermione Granger. That was more predictable than anything else in the world. There was always that friction that existed between them.
Draco continued to read until he lost interest. He looked out the window on the otherside of the room to a surprise. White. It had snowed and he had no idea. He always liked the snow, but never appreciated it. It's beauty and gentleness. Like Ginny.
He shook his head. He was thinking of her more than ever. She didn't talk to him much, but when she spoke, it was a sweet thing. He decided that since he was done reading, he'd go for a walk. He put on his winter cloak, made a quick departure with Mrs. Weasley ("Be back in time for supper, dear!"), and slipped outside.
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"I think it's time."
Harry looked up. He was previously day-dreaming about nothing inparticular while looking into the fire. "Time for what?" was his response to Hermione.
"To tell Ron," she said, almost anxiously. She was right, of course. They had put it off for so long, almost half a year.
Harry sighed. "But how do we tell him? That is, how do we tell him without ruining his life or ours?"
She sounded even more anxious this time. "I don't know, but if it's kept a secret any longer, I might just blurt it out at the wrong time. We wouldn't want that to happen, would we?"
Harry smirked. "What's the right time, if there's a wrong?"
She looked down and said quietly, "Now."
Harry looked across the room to see Ron stepping outside. Harry rolled his eyes and gave in. Hermione was, agian, right. They had to tell him, and now was the best time.
They followed Ron outside and called out to him so they could catch up. Ron was only taking a walk to the forest and was glad they decided to come.
All three were in a happy conversation. The subject had always changed from quidditch, to assholes they cursed, to monsters they beat, to... crushes.
Ron noticed, as they started talking about one anothers love life that Harry and Hermione were nervous. They were using "um" alot and very timid to speak. He decided to find out what was going on.
"Ok. Why are you two all of the sudden so nervous? You know something I don't know? If so, you better spill the beans because I know and excellent tickling curse that would get it out of you."
Harry gave a sideward glance at Hermione, who returned it. Harry said, "You or me?"
Ron was confused as ever. "What do you mean?"
Hermione just stared at the ground. "You. I can't."
Harry rolled his eyes. "A brave one you are. First, I save your ass from a troll, now it's from and awkward conversation."
Ron was getting impatient. "What the hell are you two talking about?" he had asked, half yelling.
"Well you see, Ron," Harry said, "while you were gone, something happened. Something that might upset you if we tell you, but would upset you even more so if we don't."
Ron looked at Harry. "Huh?"
Harry took in a deep breath. "Hermione and I fell in love. About 5 months ago. We didn't know how to tell you."
Ron's eyes got big. "WHAT?!?!"
At that moment, a voice muttered something as a red beam shot right by Harry and hit Ron in the stomach. Clenching his stomach with blood coming out of his mouth, Ron fell to the ground.
Hermione screamed. Harry looked back to see who was there. He saw nothing.
Hearing the screams, Draco came running from the other side of the woods to see a motionless and bloody Ron, screaming Hermione, and shocked Harry.
Ron stopped breathing.
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AN: I think it was a little short this time. Sorry about that. What did ya'll think? Not to fear. Chapter 7 is almost here. I'd like to thank my reviewers and hope you enjoyed this. Any questions or comments, either put them in your review or e-mail me at Neverclear15@cs.com. Look for Chapter 7 soon. Until then, I must say adios.