Chapter 10-
Feelings had come back to him, through is toes and up to his head. Yet he kept is eyes closed, not wanting to know where he was. He knew he was in a bed, and that made him content. He could only guess he was in the hospital wing. Rain was hitting the window and roof as he lay in darkness. It was quiet but he felt a presence around him. He kept his eyes closed and just listened, concentrating on each raindrop as it hit the window. As he was listening to the rain, he notice someone talking...quietly so just he could hear them.
"Ron...please be ok...please..." Hermione, he knew her voice in an instant but still his eyes kept shut.
"Ron...what happened...you have to wake up" As he talked her voice began to crack; he could tell she was holding back tears.
Footsteps entered the room and Ron lay still.
"Hi Hermione." The voice was low and depressing.
"Hi Alex...how was your talk with Dumbledore?" After a long pause Alex spoke.
"He said that he couldn't believe it, and that he didn't want to, but Hermione...he had to have done it."
Her voice became shaky as well. Ron got nervous, what where they talking about? Hermione stood up from her chair, sending it back into the bed behind her, her voice loud and angry
"I know that it seems like he did it! BUT I know Ron! I've known him for what seems like forever! AND I KNO, that sometimes he can annoy me or even make me scream! But...Ron is a good person....he...wouldn't have....he couldn't have...and I.....I...refuse...REFUSE to believe it..."
Alex stood up too, the both of them cowering over Ron's bed. Ron didn't know it, but his ears were a slight pink as he wondered what was happening above him. Alex took a deep breath,
"Yes...but Hermione...he was found in a puddle of her BLOOD! HE WAS FOUND DRENCHED IN IT! He must have done it and the sooner he wakes up the sooner he can tell us what he DID WITH HER THAT...THAT..."
Alex paused looking for the right word while Ron lay in terror, he was completely lost.
"THAT LITTLE....POORER THAN DIRT...DISCRASE TO WIZARDS"
Ron stopped breathing...he was mad, he was ready to tare this 'Alex girl' to shreds but just as he was about to open his eyes he heard Hermione.
"NEVER SAY THAT ABOUT RON EVER AGAIN IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY!" and a loud crash filled Ron's ears.
Ron's eyes flew open and light filled them. He felt like a child opening his eyes for the first time, blinking madly. Once his eyes were used to the light the scene in front of him made him question whether the choice to open his eyes was a good one. He had been right about one thing; he was in the hospital wing. His bed was stained red and a chair to his right and left were toppled on the ground. Up against one wall was a stunned Alex, and on the other side stood Hermione bewildered by her total change in character. Ron's voice was lost so he sat up, wide eyed and mouth open. Someone really had much explaining to do, and he worried that person was him.
Hermione walked toward him, lost in her own thoughts, pulled up the chair and just sat with her hands crossed. Ron's mind flashed, the silence was getting to him again. Nothing could be heard besides the raindrops, pounding on the windows. Ron was watching Hermione's hands, moving back and forth in her lap. On the other side of him, Alex was sitting on the ground her head slightly bleeding staring off into space. The uncomfortable silence was unbearable to Ron, he shifted nervously under his blood stained sheets. He looked over at Alex, whom now was looking as if she had just realized something horrible. Ron's voice seemed lost, like Hermione's eyes.they abnormally drifted around the room, looking at each thing carefully. Ron watched them both, wishing he could speak, but nothing emerged. After a while, the rain became stronger and Ron's thoughts consumed his mind, to a point where he didn't comprehend what went on around him, not that much did. He was totally oblivious to everything besides the questions haunting him.
The first question that drove at him was basic, "what was going on?" He had no idea what the girls had been talking about? "Whose blood was he in?" "What had happened too him?" He remembered a lot, but those memories hadn't come back to him. He didn't notice, while he thought, that Alex had finally started to stand. She seemed timid and quiet as she stood and she was shaking slightly. Ron's eyes moves toward her, though he couldn't see her. She walked over toward the empty chair and lifted it, her weak hands gripping the sides with all her might. Ron nodded unconsciously and turned his head back to Hermione, while Alex slumped in her chair, silence returning to the scene. Ron still wondering if his questions would ever be answered...what he didn't know was they would be all too soon.
Feelings had come back to him, through is toes and up to his head. Yet he kept is eyes closed, not wanting to know where he was. He knew he was in a bed, and that made him content. He could only guess he was in the hospital wing. Rain was hitting the window and roof as he lay in darkness. It was quiet but he felt a presence around him. He kept his eyes closed and just listened, concentrating on each raindrop as it hit the window. As he was listening to the rain, he notice someone talking...quietly so just he could hear them.
"Ron...please be ok...please..." Hermione, he knew her voice in an instant but still his eyes kept shut.
"Ron...what happened...you have to wake up" As he talked her voice began to crack; he could tell she was holding back tears.
Footsteps entered the room and Ron lay still.
"Hi Hermione." The voice was low and depressing.
"Hi Alex...how was your talk with Dumbledore?" After a long pause Alex spoke.
"He said that he couldn't believe it, and that he didn't want to, but Hermione...he had to have done it."
Her voice became shaky as well. Ron got nervous, what where they talking about? Hermione stood up from her chair, sending it back into the bed behind her, her voice loud and angry
"I know that it seems like he did it! BUT I know Ron! I've known him for what seems like forever! AND I KNO, that sometimes he can annoy me or even make me scream! But...Ron is a good person....he...wouldn't have....he couldn't have...and I.....I...refuse...REFUSE to believe it..."
Alex stood up too, the both of them cowering over Ron's bed. Ron didn't know it, but his ears were a slight pink as he wondered what was happening above him. Alex took a deep breath,
"Yes...but Hermione...he was found in a puddle of her BLOOD! HE WAS FOUND DRENCHED IN IT! He must have done it and the sooner he wakes up the sooner he can tell us what he DID WITH HER THAT...THAT..."
Alex paused looking for the right word while Ron lay in terror, he was completely lost.
"THAT LITTLE....POORER THAN DIRT...DISCRASE TO WIZARDS"
Ron stopped breathing...he was mad, he was ready to tare this 'Alex girl' to shreds but just as he was about to open his eyes he heard Hermione.
"NEVER SAY THAT ABOUT RON EVER AGAIN IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY!" and a loud crash filled Ron's ears.
Ron's eyes flew open and light filled them. He felt like a child opening his eyes for the first time, blinking madly. Once his eyes were used to the light the scene in front of him made him question whether the choice to open his eyes was a good one. He had been right about one thing; he was in the hospital wing. His bed was stained red and a chair to his right and left were toppled on the ground. Up against one wall was a stunned Alex, and on the other side stood Hermione bewildered by her total change in character. Ron's voice was lost so he sat up, wide eyed and mouth open. Someone really had much explaining to do, and he worried that person was him.
Hermione walked toward him, lost in her own thoughts, pulled up the chair and just sat with her hands crossed. Ron's mind flashed, the silence was getting to him again. Nothing could be heard besides the raindrops, pounding on the windows. Ron was watching Hermione's hands, moving back and forth in her lap. On the other side of him, Alex was sitting on the ground her head slightly bleeding staring off into space. The uncomfortable silence was unbearable to Ron, he shifted nervously under his blood stained sheets. He looked over at Alex, whom now was looking as if she had just realized something horrible. Ron's voice seemed lost, like Hermione's eyes.they abnormally drifted around the room, looking at each thing carefully. Ron watched them both, wishing he could speak, but nothing emerged. After a while, the rain became stronger and Ron's thoughts consumed his mind, to a point where he didn't comprehend what went on around him, not that much did. He was totally oblivious to everything besides the questions haunting him.
The first question that drove at him was basic, "what was going on?" He had no idea what the girls had been talking about? "Whose blood was he in?" "What had happened too him?" He remembered a lot, but those memories hadn't come back to him. He didn't notice, while he thought, that Alex had finally started to stand. She seemed timid and quiet as she stood and she was shaking slightly. Ron's eyes moves toward her, though he couldn't see her. She walked over toward the empty chair and lifted it, her weak hands gripping the sides with all her might. Ron nodded unconsciously and turned his head back to Hermione, while Alex slumped in her chair, silence returning to the scene. Ron still wondering if his questions would ever be answered...what he didn't know was they would be all too soon.