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AN: Hey everyone! Here is yet another chapter, but not the last! :) I hope you like this one. There will be more coming soon, as soon as I can find time to write! lol Anyway, here's chapter 8!
Chapter Eight: Writings on the Wall
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Ron ran down the school hallways, desperate to find Hermione. He rushed into the library, apologizing briefly to the first year he pushed over, and ran toward the shelves of books. He searched every isle, every table, but there was no sign of his bushy haired love. He ran toward the entrance, once again knocking over the poor first year Hufflepuff. The boy yelled, "Hey!" and Ron stopped, turning to look at him.
"She was heading that way." The boy pointed toward the Gryffindor common room from his position on the ground.
"Oh...uh...thanks." Ron mumbled. He sped off to the common room. He yelled "Fantasia Fantastica!" at the fat lady, who was taking her afternoon tea.
"I say, dear, in a hurry?" the fat lady took her sweet time opening the door, watching Ron dance from foot to foot. He snarled at her.
"Come on woman, get your big ass out of the way!" The fat lady looked outraged as Ron ran into the tower, ignoring the stream of curse words that spewed forth from her painted lips. His eyes searched the common room, but Hermione was no where to be seen. "Dammit." He muttered. There was no one using the common room, and all was quiet, but for one voice yelling in the distance. Ron's eyes narrowed as he tried to identify the sound. He walked closer to the boy's dormitory stairs and listened intently. He heard a deep voice yelling, "Who's your daddy, bitch? Say my name!"
There was the sound of a whip cracking, then another voice squealing, "Ginny! Your name is Ginny!"
The other voice spoke again, "That's right. Now, on your knees, Harry. I'm going to teach you a lesson." Ron heard the whip snap again, and Harry screaming. Whether in pleasure or pain, Ron didn't want to know. Harry's Quidditch practice was a pain in the ass, indeed. He gagged, then ran away from the stairs, continuing his search for Hermione. As Ron made his way to the door again, it swung open, revealing Neville. Neville was mumbling to himself, but as his eyes focused on Ron, they grew wide and he shook in fright.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Neville, have you seen Hermione? I can't find her anywhere."
Neville calmed noticeably, then thought for a moment. "I think I just saw her heading outside. I'm not sure it was her, but the person was carrying a rather large book, and was having trouble standing up straight."
Ron nodded, then hurried forward, patting Neville on the shoulder. "Thanks man." He heard Neville sigh in relief as the fat lady closed.
"Wait! You little bugger! Come back here! I'll show YOU a big ass!" Ron glanced back at the fat lady. She had turned around and begun to remove her lace petticoats. He screamed, then ran faster. He passed the first year Hufflepuff, then skidded to a stop and faced the boy, who had a bewildered look on his young face.
"Why did you tell me Hermione was heading toward the Gryffindor tower?"
The boy looked confused. "Hermione? I thought you were looking for your sister. She was carrying a copy of 'Whips and Chains for Dummies.' Wonder what she plans to do with that?" Ron didn't want to think about it, so he thanked the boy and continued on his way. He ran outside, his eyes searching Hermione out. He finally saw her under a tree by the lake, her head bent over her book. He ran toward her, thankful that all his Quidditch training had put him in such good shape. He slowed to a walk as he reached her, pulling the paper from his pocket.
"Is this true?"
Hermione looked up from her book, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand. "Is what true?" She asked as she frowned at him. He waved the piece of paper at her, his face serious. He sat down beside her and let her see what he held. She closed her eyes and groaned. "Leave me alone, Ron." She turned her face back to the lake, watching the golden sun's reflection dance on the water.
Ron took her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. "Is it TRUE?"
Hermione stared at him for a few moments before jerking out of his reach. She gingerly turned a page in her book, blatantly ignoring him.
Ron was frustrated. He gazed at the piece of paper, his fingers touching the words. "Do you remember what this says, Hermione?" She kept reading her book, pretending she didn't hear him. He continued. "Let me tell you what it says." Ron read the note out loud.
"'Ginny,
You won't believe this. Your brother has got himself in an awful mess. Remember the bet I told you about? He lost. I was sitting inside a classroom when he was talking to Seamus, and I heard him say that he loves me, and he lost on purpose, to save my reputation. I can't believe that of your brother, but it's true. Isn't it crazy? I'm not sure what to do. Any suggestions? Love, Hermione'
'Hermione,
Well, what do you think you should do?' Love, Ginny
'How should I know, Ginny? There's only one thing I can think of, but I'm not sure I can go through with it.'
'And what is that?'
'Sleep with him and then tell Seamus that we did it, therefore, allowing him to win. But is that the right thing to do?'
'Hermione...I think it's a bad idea. 1.) Why would you want to sleep with my brother? and 2.) Why tell Seamus and ruin your reputation just for Ron? He deserves what he gets. He was going to sacrifice you for a stupid bet. Why do you care?'
'...because I love Ron.'
'EXCUSE ME!?'
'I have for a long time! I know, it's stupid. Don't give me that face! People are gonna realize we are passing notes!'
'Well, it's kind of gross. How could you love my brother?'
'Because I don't see him as your brother. I see him as Ron.'
'Well Hermione, either way, I think it's a bad idea, and you shouldn't do it. Just let Ron take the fall! Don't do this to yourself for a man! What happened to the feminist witch I know who doesn't believe in letting a man control what you do?'
'I'm not letting a man control what I do! I am controlling this situation myself. If I want to sleep with Ron, then tell Seamus about it, I have every right. Besides, I want to be with Ron. I have for a long time.'
'Ew.'
'Don't 'ew' me. I'm not gonna beat him with whips and chains. Ha ha!'
'HEY! Leave Harry and me out of this. Well Hermione, whatever you decide to do, I support you. Maybe one day, your name will be Hermione Weasley! We'll be sisters!'
'Oh, wonderful! A dominatrix in the family!'
'Shut! Oh, don't look now. Here comes Harry. Got to go. Bye!'"
Ron finished reading and looked at the bottom of the note, where the words Mrs. Hermione Weasley were enchanted to flash in red and gold. He folded the note once more, tucking it away in his pocket. Hermione was silently staring at the lake again. He stared at her profile, thinking how lovely she looked bathed in sunlight. He finally spoke again. "Is it true? Do you really love me?"
Hermione threw her hands in the air before turning to look at him. "Yes! Yes, I LOVE you! Are you happy now? I WANTED to have sex with you. I WANTED to have the lessons to be near you. I know I'm silly! Now, is that all? I've got a book to read."
Ron grabbed the book from Hermione's lap and sat it out of reach. "Why didn't you just tell me that you loved me too? I told you I loved you when we went to make love! Why didn't you just say it?"
"Because I didn't want to be like every other girl you've slept with. I've heard the stories Ron. They have all told you that they loved you, and got hurt in the end. I know you love me, but...I don't want to get hurt Ron. I want the time to be special when I tell you I love you. So pray forgive me that I didn't tell you before, but I'm not sure you deserve to know!"
Ron took a deep breath, then released it, trying to relax himself. "So what are we going to do now?"
Hermione shook her head at him. "We aren't going to do anything."
"What?!"
"You heard me right. What did you expect? That just because you know I love you, it makes up for all you've done? That we're just going to date and have sex, living happily ever after? You haven't even apologized! What am I supposed to think?"
"Uh...I'm sorry?" Ron was confused. He didn't think it was going to end up like this.
"Well, that's not good enough now, is it? You've really fudged things up Ron. I may love you, but I have to love myself as well, and I realize that maybe we aren't meant to be together. Now please Ron, leave." Ron started to object, but Hermione shook her head again. "Leave."
Ron stood up and looked down at her for a few moments, his lower lip trembling. He turned and started to walk dejectedly back to the school, feeling regret for the first time in his life.
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AN: Not the last chapter! Hee Hee! More to come! STAY TUNED!
AN: Hey everyone! Here is yet another chapter, but not the last! :) I hope you like this one. There will be more coming soon, as soon as I can find time to write! lol Anyway, here's chapter 8!
Chapter Eight: Writings on the Wall
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Ron ran down the school hallways, desperate to find Hermione. He rushed into the library, apologizing briefly to the first year he pushed over, and ran toward the shelves of books. He searched every isle, every table, but there was no sign of his bushy haired love. He ran toward the entrance, once again knocking over the poor first year Hufflepuff. The boy yelled, "Hey!" and Ron stopped, turning to look at him.
"She was heading that way." The boy pointed toward the Gryffindor common room from his position on the ground.
"Oh...uh...thanks." Ron mumbled. He sped off to the common room. He yelled "Fantasia Fantastica!" at the fat lady, who was taking her afternoon tea.
"I say, dear, in a hurry?" the fat lady took her sweet time opening the door, watching Ron dance from foot to foot. He snarled at her.
"Come on woman, get your big ass out of the way!" The fat lady looked outraged as Ron ran into the tower, ignoring the stream of curse words that spewed forth from her painted lips. His eyes searched the common room, but Hermione was no where to be seen. "Dammit." He muttered. There was no one using the common room, and all was quiet, but for one voice yelling in the distance. Ron's eyes narrowed as he tried to identify the sound. He walked closer to the boy's dormitory stairs and listened intently. He heard a deep voice yelling, "Who's your daddy, bitch? Say my name!"
There was the sound of a whip cracking, then another voice squealing, "Ginny! Your name is Ginny!"
The other voice spoke again, "That's right. Now, on your knees, Harry. I'm going to teach you a lesson." Ron heard the whip snap again, and Harry screaming. Whether in pleasure or pain, Ron didn't want to know. Harry's Quidditch practice was a pain in the ass, indeed. He gagged, then ran away from the stairs, continuing his search for Hermione. As Ron made his way to the door again, it swung open, revealing Neville. Neville was mumbling to himself, but as his eyes focused on Ron, they grew wide and he shook in fright.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Neville, have you seen Hermione? I can't find her anywhere."
Neville calmed noticeably, then thought for a moment. "I think I just saw her heading outside. I'm not sure it was her, but the person was carrying a rather large book, and was having trouble standing up straight."
Ron nodded, then hurried forward, patting Neville on the shoulder. "Thanks man." He heard Neville sigh in relief as the fat lady closed.
"Wait! You little bugger! Come back here! I'll show YOU a big ass!" Ron glanced back at the fat lady. She had turned around and begun to remove her lace petticoats. He screamed, then ran faster. He passed the first year Hufflepuff, then skidded to a stop and faced the boy, who had a bewildered look on his young face.
"Why did you tell me Hermione was heading toward the Gryffindor tower?"
The boy looked confused. "Hermione? I thought you were looking for your sister. She was carrying a copy of 'Whips and Chains for Dummies.' Wonder what she plans to do with that?" Ron didn't want to think about it, so he thanked the boy and continued on his way. He ran outside, his eyes searching Hermione out. He finally saw her under a tree by the lake, her head bent over her book. He ran toward her, thankful that all his Quidditch training had put him in such good shape. He slowed to a walk as he reached her, pulling the paper from his pocket.
"Is this true?"
Hermione looked up from her book, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand. "Is what true?" She asked as she frowned at him. He waved the piece of paper at her, his face serious. He sat down beside her and let her see what he held. She closed her eyes and groaned. "Leave me alone, Ron." She turned her face back to the lake, watching the golden sun's reflection dance on the water.
Ron took her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. "Is it TRUE?"
Hermione stared at him for a few moments before jerking out of his reach. She gingerly turned a page in her book, blatantly ignoring him.
Ron was frustrated. He gazed at the piece of paper, his fingers touching the words. "Do you remember what this says, Hermione?" She kept reading her book, pretending she didn't hear him. He continued. "Let me tell you what it says." Ron read the note out loud.
"'Ginny,
You won't believe this. Your brother has got himself in an awful mess. Remember the bet I told you about? He lost. I was sitting inside a classroom when he was talking to Seamus, and I heard him say that he loves me, and he lost on purpose, to save my reputation. I can't believe that of your brother, but it's true. Isn't it crazy? I'm not sure what to do. Any suggestions? Love, Hermione'
'Hermione,
Well, what do you think you should do?' Love, Ginny
'How should I know, Ginny? There's only one thing I can think of, but I'm not sure I can go through with it.'
'And what is that?'
'Sleep with him and then tell Seamus that we did it, therefore, allowing him to win. But is that the right thing to do?'
'Hermione...I think it's a bad idea. 1.) Why would you want to sleep with my brother? and 2.) Why tell Seamus and ruin your reputation just for Ron? He deserves what he gets. He was going to sacrifice you for a stupid bet. Why do you care?'
'...because I love Ron.'
'EXCUSE ME!?'
'I have for a long time! I know, it's stupid. Don't give me that face! People are gonna realize we are passing notes!'
'Well, it's kind of gross. How could you love my brother?'
'Because I don't see him as your brother. I see him as Ron.'
'Well Hermione, either way, I think it's a bad idea, and you shouldn't do it. Just let Ron take the fall! Don't do this to yourself for a man! What happened to the feminist witch I know who doesn't believe in letting a man control what you do?'
'I'm not letting a man control what I do! I am controlling this situation myself. If I want to sleep with Ron, then tell Seamus about it, I have every right. Besides, I want to be with Ron. I have for a long time.'
'Ew.'
'Don't 'ew' me. I'm not gonna beat him with whips and chains. Ha ha!'
'HEY! Leave Harry and me out of this. Well Hermione, whatever you decide to do, I support you. Maybe one day, your name will be Hermione Weasley! We'll be sisters!'
'Oh, wonderful! A dominatrix in the family!'
'Shut! Oh, don't look now. Here comes Harry. Got to go. Bye!'"
Ron finished reading and looked at the bottom of the note, where the words Mrs. Hermione Weasley were enchanted to flash in red and gold. He folded the note once more, tucking it away in his pocket. Hermione was silently staring at the lake again. He stared at her profile, thinking how lovely she looked bathed in sunlight. He finally spoke again. "Is it true? Do you really love me?"
Hermione threw her hands in the air before turning to look at him. "Yes! Yes, I LOVE you! Are you happy now? I WANTED to have sex with you. I WANTED to have the lessons to be near you. I know I'm silly! Now, is that all? I've got a book to read."
Ron grabbed the book from Hermione's lap and sat it out of reach. "Why didn't you just tell me that you loved me too? I told you I loved you when we went to make love! Why didn't you just say it?"
"Because I didn't want to be like every other girl you've slept with. I've heard the stories Ron. They have all told you that they loved you, and got hurt in the end. I know you love me, but...I don't want to get hurt Ron. I want the time to be special when I tell you I love you. So pray forgive me that I didn't tell you before, but I'm not sure you deserve to know!"
Ron took a deep breath, then released it, trying to relax himself. "So what are we going to do now?"
Hermione shook her head at him. "We aren't going to do anything."
"What?!"
"You heard me right. What did you expect? That just because you know I love you, it makes up for all you've done? That we're just going to date and have sex, living happily ever after? You haven't even apologized! What am I supposed to think?"
"Uh...I'm sorry?" Ron was confused. He didn't think it was going to end up like this.
"Well, that's not good enough now, is it? You've really fudged things up Ron. I may love you, but I have to love myself as well, and I realize that maybe we aren't meant to be together. Now please Ron, leave." Ron started to object, but Hermione shook her head again. "Leave."
Ron stood up and looked down at her for a few moments, his lower lip trembling. He turned and started to walk dejectedly back to the school, feeling regret for the first time in his life.
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AN: Not the last chapter! Hee Hee! More to come! STAY TUNED!