Chapter 11-
Hermione had fallen asleep and her head rested on the edge of the bed. Ron, more alive than before watched Alex, who he was still upset with...but he felt in a more forgiving mood, hoping she might start a conversation. He felt like knew her, but he didn't know how. He realized that time was passing quickly, it had gone from barley light outside to dark in what seemed like only moments.
"I don't understand it" Ron looked over to Alex, she was looking down at her hands moving them back and forth, intertwining them like Hermione.
Ron looked for words but his voice was lost, so he hoped Alex would keep talking. She looked up at him, her eyes red.
"How is it possible...I feel like I know you...yet I just met you...and then I found out...you did...this and I just know you couldn't have. Like Hermione knows...I feel it...and it scares...me." She looked at him hard, he could tell she wanted him to reply but he kept silent listening to her intently.
She kept going. "Did you do...you do it...and if you did...where is she...?"
He could see tears behind her strong eyes, she kept them back waiting. Ron looked down, he didn't know what to do...because what could he say...nothing.
"She spoke highly of you." Alex added, flavor returning to her voice.
Ron looked at Alex strangely, his stomach started to wiz, who was she talking about.
"She spoke very highly of you..." Alex laughed quietly then frowned.
Ron's stomach lurched, he knew who she was talking about, in the back of his mind, he knew.
"I think she thought highly of you...if you know what I mean...but after this...I just don't know what think..." Ron looked at her, wishing he could talk, he urged himself to speak but nothing.
She looked at him and the color from her voice dissipated and it became sad once again.
"Why do you not speak?" She moved closer to him, now leaning on the dry part of the sheets. Ron didn't move he just looked at her.
"Can you speak?" He shook his head, hoping she understood.
She did and looked serious.
"I don't know if you heard what I said...before...to Hermione...but I didn't mean it...I.just...I thought you...and..."She stopped and it looked like she had just made a decision.
"I don't think you did it." She sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I really don't" She looked over at Hermione and then back at Ron. "You need some sleep."
Ron nodded, but before he shut his eyes, he watched her sigh slightly then lay down to sleep.
"Good night" he said, for the first time, in a low and weak voice. Smiling he fell asleep, or tried, because his mind was filled with thoughts.
Hermione had fallen asleep and her head rested on the edge of the bed. Ron, more alive than before watched Alex, who he was still upset with...but he felt in a more forgiving mood, hoping she might start a conversation. He felt like knew her, but he didn't know how. He realized that time was passing quickly, it had gone from barley light outside to dark in what seemed like only moments.
"I don't understand it" Ron looked over to Alex, she was looking down at her hands moving them back and forth, intertwining them like Hermione.
Ron looked for words but his voice was lost, so he hoped Alex would keep talking. She looked up at him, her eyes red.
"How is it possible...I feel like I know you...yet I just met you...and then I found out...you did...this and I just know you couldn't have. Like Hermione knows...I feel it...and it scares...me." She looked at him hard, he could tell she wanted him to reply but he kept silent listening to her intently.
She kept going. "Did you do...you do it...and if you did...where is she...?"
He could see tears behind her strong eyes, she kept them back waiting. Ron looked down, he didn't know what to do...because what could he say...nothing.
"She spoke highly of you." Alex added, flavor returning to her voice.
Ron looked at Alex strangely, his stomach started to wiz, who was she talking about.
"She spoke very highly of you..." Alex laughed quietly then frowned.
Ron's stomach lurched, he knew who she was talking about, in the back of his mind, he knew.
"I think she thought highly of you...if you know what I mean...but after this...I just don't know what think..." Ron looked at her, wishing he could talk, he urged himself to speak but nothing.
She looked at him and the color from her voice dissipated and it became sad once again.
"Why do you not speak?" She moved closer to him, now leaning on the dry part of the sheets. Ron didn't move he just looked at her.
"Can you speak?" He shook his head, hoping she understood.
She did and looked serious.
"I don't know if you heard what I said...before...to Hermione...but I didn't mean it...I.just...I thought you...and..."She stopped and it looked like she had just made a decision.
"I don't think you did it." She sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I really don't" She looked over at Hermione and then back at Ron. "You need some sleep."
Ron nodded, but before he shut his eyes, he watched her sigh slightly then lay down to sleep.
"Good night" he said, for the first time, in a low and weak voice. Smiling he fell asleep, or tried, because his mind was filled with thoughts.