*A/N: sorry it took so long to update, I was out of town and had a bit of
writers block... but here is the next chapter. Oh and also last chapter I
meant to say Charlotte's Web by E. B. White was where the spider's web
writing idea came form, so thank you to him and I don't own his ideas as
well as J. K. Rowling's characters.*
11
"Damn." Hermione whispered into Severus's arms as she felt the pull of the portkey. Nothing felt quite like the unmistakable pull of a portkey. Nothing felt quite like that kiss. Oh, what she would have gave to see Potter's face then. Just to pull her gaze up and look into his eyes thinking who's hurting now, huh psycho stalking rapist boy? Who is hurting now?
Severus dropped his arms and Hermione backed up a respectable distance in the waiting area they were now standing in. Only one couple was there and they weren't paying attention. Severus stood attempting taking in his surroundings. It was a restaurant, a wizard restaurant by the Quidditch memorabilia on the walls. Hermione was looking at him too. He couldn't help smiling. Hermione did not smile back though, she seemed distant. It was probably nothing, he told himself.
"Severus Snape?" A lady with a fake smile plastered on called, sticking her head inside the door. Severus swept forward with Hermione close behind as they entered the restaurant to see what this was all about. They found themselves at a table with an older man, his salt and pepper hair combed back to cover up a bald spot and his large glasses kept falling down his nose. Hermione saw Severus shaking hands with him. Hermione felt out of place. And Severus was acting so normal. Of course that would be the best thing to do in front of this odd man.
"Oh, and Hermione this is Trevor Helm, he runs the potions department at the ministry, Trevor this is Hermione Granger, a student at Hogwarts who assisted me with the potion." Severus introduced them as Hermione nodded to the man who looked to preoccupied juggling clipboards to shake her hand now.
"Ah, so Severus I was only supposed to give you these papers but I figured that since I haven't seen you in a while we could catch up over a good meal, you didn't have any plans did you?" Trevor smiled over, with Hermione realizing they must be friends. Well yes, that would make since genius.
"Ah, Well I guess nothing in particular..." Severus muttered reluctantly to the man pulling up a seat.
...
Hermione sat down, she looked about the room. It was empty and cold... Severus was not here. She had came back before he finished his drink. She was getting bored at the small talk and if she could look at Severus without blushing it would be great. What would also be great would be to get rid of that damned web. Hermione grabbed the small white book and threw it at the web relived when it tore. Not like he could have made it of metal or something, it was just made by Harry Potter.
"Hermione?" The voice rang clear. Hermione knew that voice. The hair on her neck stood up as she defiantly turned and slowly stepped away in the same motion. The little round glasses, faint scar showing through a tangle of hair. Hermione felt lump in her thought rise. She tried to swallow but it came out as a loud gulp, rather forced.
Harry Potter wasn't exactly the happiest boy in the world. His best friend had betrayed him. His lover had betrayed him. And here she was acting like the victim. Victim of what? Willingly exchanging spit with a man that was old enough to be her father? A bitter old man and Hermione was making out with him, why? To piss Harry off was the answer Harry could come up with, and he knew it was all too true. There was no other reason. She couldn't possibly like that man. No she couldn't, she was just being a bitter bitch.
"Severus will show up any second now." Hermione whispered to Harry. Her mouth suddenly dry, was barley admitting but a soft mummer to add to the labored breathing of both of them. "He will kick your ass if I tell him to."
"So, you told him didn't you?" Harry felt a rage filled nerve get caught in his chest. He should have known that she would tell. He looked to Hermione cowering from him, of course she told. She was always so damn "moral". Of course it wasn't fucking moral to kiss the teacher to revenge the man who loved her.
"No." Hermione shook her head, terrified. He had got that look again. The look that haunted her in her sleep
"Didn't you?" Harry snarled out. She was lying to him now. She had told him.
"No, why would I tell him?" Hermione took another step back, trying to avoid him. He was getting closer to her though. In her face. She already couldn't breath. Did she have to smell him? Did he have to attack her? All she did was kiss Severus. At least as far as he knew. At least she thought he didn't know anymore. But this was Harry, he went on his instincts not knowledge, Hermione knew this.
"Afraid of me Hermione?" Harry grabbed her shoulders fighting her from yanking away. It was pathetic her muffled sob. He almost felt sorry for her. He felt sorry for the girl who was so confused that she thought that her friends were her enemies and her enemy her lover.
Why was she so confused? It was always so clear to him. But of course he was blessed with a gift. The gift to see the morally wrong and right. And he knew that Snape was the morally opposite of what he was. So since he was right that made Snape wrong. Sure he may have assisted in murdering Voldemort, but that was because Snape didn't like being pushed around. And Hermione thought her professor was such a hero. A hero his ass.
"What have I ever done to you?" Harry asked titling his body to get Hermione to look him in the eye. She looked away immediately. He just followed.
"Everything." Hermione choked out closing her eyes so not to look him anymore. Harry did everything to her. In the beginning he pissed her off, then be befriended her, gave her some thrills with adrenaline rushes as they went off on impossible to survive missions. And they survived, her gave her victory. And then last summer he gave her shame, he made her kill a man. He gave he pain, and horror, and that ever-existent feeling of being watched. It was a circle that Harry Potter. And now he wanted to try another go around it. Too bad she wasn't going to fall for it again. She should have never got involved in the first place.
Harry was sick of this game. She was refusing to look at him. She wouldn't answer his questions. He didn't want it to come to this. But she left no chose. Oh well, too bad for Hermione. Too fucking bad for Hermione. Harry gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and muttered it could have been better. It could have been so much better. And he disapparating away from her.
...
Severus came back to the sound of the shower running. He was glad that was all over. Trevor Helm was a heavy drinker who could trap you there forever if you really needed to suck up to him. Severus shed his clothes down into his boxers climbing into the bed. The, as in the only bed, Severus herd his mind tell him as the water of the shower shut off. He couldn't help but wonder what Hermione would do after she came out.
Hermione came out of the bathroom. The feel of the cold air around her only bringing her to realize how much the water in the shower had stung her. And she could still feel Harry clutching her. But he left on his own accord this time. Maybe that meant he gave up, it was over. She could only hope. Hermione blindly walked to the bed in the dark room. Evidently Severus had to be there to have all the lights shut off. Harry wouldn't do something like that.
No, her eyes adjusted and she could see Severus in the bed. He was looking at her intently. He looked so unsure. She couldn't help to give a little smile at that. No matter what Harry thought of Severus, he was just an insecure intelligent man when you got down to it. Not to mention sexy as all hell. But she wouldn't care what Harry thought now would she?
No, she told herself. She did not care what Harry thought. She didn't care what the hell the boy was doing now. She didn't care that every time he touched her she had to go and burn herself with water to feel halfway clean. She didn't care that he probably knew he was torturing her. She told herself she didn't care. But she knew she did.
Severus looked at the girl who was pulling up the sheets at the other end of the bed, evidently getting in. Something was odd about her. She seemed so distant right now. Normally Hermione would have said some smart-ass remark by now. Or at least he would have. But he found the girl cuddling up in his arms and he couldn't bring himself to say anything at all. She was in his arms and trusted him enough to want to be that close. He rested his on her shoulder, listening to her soft breathing.
Hermione smiled into him, she was safe here. It felt so right, and she was safe. No way Harry would ever go up against Severus. Hermione, yes, but a Hermione in the arms of a man who could take Harry Potter down without a wand. And she felt so much better now. Expectably while feeling his warm body right up next to her through her thin nightgown. She could forget Harry's death grip in his arms. Because she knew he would never have that sort of grip on her.
"Good night Severus." Hermione mumbled into Severus. Severus smiled as he felt her lips making the motions of the good night wish into his chest. The small breathing of her. He hadn't slept anyone in a long while. And no one like Hermione for sure. And here she was. How did this all happen?
Hermione felt him give her a soft kiss on the neck before he mumbled back good night. She closed her eyes falling into a contented sleep.
...
Harry was not contented though. You could say quite the opposite now. He scanned the house he was in front of now. It's manicured lawn, the small square windows on the small square house. A proper house Aunt Petunia would call it. Like her house, what was breed out of it was not the pleasant sort of person. And Harry knew that this would be a memorable trip.
Harry was done giving Hermione chances. She was evidently not wavering her course of actions. He was going to have to react. This closeness to Severus was evidently a way of getting the word out that he was a "criminal." She would tell it all to Severus soon. If she hadn't already, but Snape would have already told the world if she had. And he barely remembered how this all started, but none the less the rest of the word would know Hermione's story of it.
Okay, so Harry could remember who it started. But he was convinced now it was all in his head. He didn't love Hermione. How could he love her if she was the only person in the world who didn't love him? It was all in his head, he just made himself think he loved her so she would be nice. So she would play fair. So what if Hermione had something against him, did she really have to go shout it out to everyone?
He himself had kept so many secrets and she couldn't just keep one. He was surprised she didn't go blurt out about Sirius when he was around. She probably would have if Sirius had lasted that long. And now he was pretty sure that Sirius would now tell him to forget that girl. Forget that bitch that will stab you in the back no matter how much you give.
But now who is stabbing whom in the back? Harry couldn't help ask as he entered the home. A very homey little place it was too. The ginger curtains and carpet lead you in the cute little living area, the comfy chairs, random books, and happy family portraits. The hall veered to his right. He directed his way towards it. He could faintly hear a man's snore residing behind one of the doors.
Harry's conscious was a bit guilty. No matter how much he had warned her, he could still a little pang that said don't do it. Hermione didn't understand that you were serious. But Hermione knew he was perfectly serious, or else she would have shouted it to the whole world by now. But she thought she could be sneaky. Telling it to the potion's teacher. Then she thought he wouldn't figure out it was her. What was he, a fucking idiot? No he was smarter then that head girl and she would pay.
So, the insane Harry potter raised his wand and whispered avada kedavra into the ear of the man sleeping, watching the silent green light come out of his wand. Of, yes, it was the technique of wimps, to kill silently. But it would get the job done, and he change the course of direction up to the woman's chest as well. Harry watched her shake and sputter until she fell silent. Good this he had killed Hermione's dad first. Because, mother like daughter, Big mouthed shits they were.
But Harry knew there was a voice in the back of his head. One that said this was not right. That you couldn't do this to a poor girl whom was dragged into it in the first place. She had never chosen to Harry and Ron's friends. That she was a victim of the pressure of him and Ron. That Hermione was the only level minded smart one of the bunch. The voice sounded oddly like Ron.
Harry turned around to see his old red headed friend behind him. Ron standing there with a look of so much disappointment that Harry couldn't help feel a bit low for him. Ron stood in the sill room with his cape slung oddly across his shoulders, his eyes filled with tears, shaking his head. Harry tried to say 'What' but he could only mouth the word to the boy, feeling as though he had no real reason to be angry with Ron.
Harry had spent the most of his time being angry nowadays. He was angry with the ministry for thinking lord Voldemort was gone. He was angry that Hermione ignored him. He was angry that he was so alone without anyone to understand him. But here was Ron. And Ron, Harry doubted, if any one could phantom Ron' predicament. Not even Ron probably knew the whole story. If anyone should be mad at him Ron had that right, but he never did get angry. Ron wasn't that type of guy, right?
"Whatever, Happened to the boy who lived?"Ron slowly annunciated his question letting it fall into the room, though as comfortable as it was when the Grangers were alive, was now dead as it original owners. Ron took a moment to squint into Harry's eyes as if to almost look to read his mind, Harry could help but shiver though as warm as it was in the room. Ron appeared to wipe a small tear out of his eye, and Harry let off a feeble shrug, hearing Ron grunt in return.
"On top of the world, and then some shit happens and next thing you know he's killing one of his best friend's parents"
"Ex-best friend's" Harry managed to utter back; he could almost see Ron grin a bit at this.
" A whole lot of shit it's been, ehe Harry? You kill Snape's dad, then lie, then rape my girlfriend, followed by doing nothing to stop me from running, Then after realizing nothing is coming back to you kill Hermione's parents. A big hooray for the world is it Harry?"
"No." Ron laughed at him; Ron still managing to cry through his own laughter now. His voice would slightly crack at certain points, but evidently Ron didn't care.
"All just because you think old Voldemort's still out there... do you still think that?" Ron was looking directly into Harry's eyes now. Harry was looking every other way trying to not see Ron. Oh, that was so hurtful, thought Ron. Cant look into your best friend's eyes now can you? When did that one come about? You had no problem after you raped Hermione, now did you? If Ginny had never told me. But now he has guilt, now that he knows that someone else is aware of his actions. Oh wait, Hermione knew all along. Now that is why you killed her mom and dad. Ron was flickering these thought to Harry as he tried to remain in eye contact with him.
"You know Voldemort's out there" Harry sputtered at the floor.
"What, because of that damned prophecy? The prophecy that Voldemort made Trelawney give so people would think that he was indestructible except for if a small young boy could kill him. You know she's a hoax as well as I do, the only real 'prophesies' she gave were Voldemort taking over her mind and speaking his promises through her. And your still sick enough to believe it after he is dead."
"Prove it."
"We all know they destroyed the remains."
"What about a ghost?" Harry bit back. Voldemort seemed like the type of guy who wouldn't give up on living that easily. Voldemort could be a ghost and still attack them all and then what would be of the world that thought he was dead
"Vampires are the un-dead... they cant become ghost Harry. Just face the facts." Ron said finally getting Harry to look up at him. But Harry wasn't a very happy right about then. He could see the rage just streaming off of him.
"You didn't face the fricking fact, Weasley. You ran off. You didn't even do anything. It was just, ' I'm Ron and I can't deal with my family's expectations, watch me go hide, because I am Ron the enormous wimp. ' "
"I ran from you" Ron muttered "Hermione would have been better off running too." Ron added as an after thought.
"So why did you come back? You evidently hate me so much and was doing so well off on your own. Why bother with bringing me to justice now. As you well can see I'm as damned as it gets. Nothing can save me now Weasley. I killed two innocent happy muggles just to spite the one I loved and hey look I can just prance off now and blame it on you! So ha-ha!" Harry laughing like a nervous mad man now. It made Ron jump a bit. Harry was defiantly off his rocker.
"I couldn't leave Hermione alone with you." Ron's eye refilled with tears. It was his weak spot. When he left he knew his family would be angered and want to know why. He knew that Harry would be ecstatic. But Hermione, he was leaving her and he didn't know how she could stay. Evidently she was stronger then him. But Ron had always suspected that.
"Oh I wouldn't say she is exactly alone, come here Ron." Harry took a leap of courage and landed head long on Ron and started disapparating them both. "Shall we see how our poor little lonely Hermione is doing right now?"
"Damn." Hermione whispered into Severus's arms as she felt the pull of the portkey. Nothing felt quite like the unmistakable pull of a portkey. Nothing felt quite like that kiss. Oh, what she would have gave to see Potter's face then. Just to pull her gaze up and look into his eyes thinking who's hurting now, huh psycho stalking rapist boy? Who is hurting now?
Severus dropped his arms and Hermione backed up a respectable distance in the waiting area they were now standing in. Only one couple was there and they weren't paying attention. Severus stood attempting taking in his surroundings. It was a restaurant, a wizard restaurant by the Quidditch memorabilia on the walls. Hermione was looking at him too. He couldn't help smiling. Hermione did not smile back though, she seemed distant. It was probably nothing, he told himself.
"Severus Snape?" A lady with a fake smile plastered on called, sticking her head inside the door. Severus swept forward with Hermione close behind as they entered the restaurant to see what this was all about. They found themselves at a table with an older man, his salt and pepper hair combed back to cover up a bald spot and his large glasses kept falling down his nose. Hermione saw Severus shaking hands with him. Hermione felt out of place. And Severus was acting so normal. Of course that would be the best thing to do in front of this odd man.
"Oh, and Hermione this is Trevor Helm, he runs the potions department at the ministry, Trevor this is Hermione Granger, a student at Hogwarts who assisted me with the potion." Severus introduced them as Hermione nodded to the man who looked to preoccupied juggling clipboards to shake her hand now.
"Ah, so Severus I was only supposed to give you these papers but I figured that since I haven't seen you in a while we could catch up over a good meal, you didn't have any plans did you?" Trevor smiled over, with Hermione realizing they must be friends. Well yes, that would make since genius.
"Ah, Well I guess nothing in particular..." Severus muttered reluctantly to the man pulling up a seat.
...
Hermione sat down, she looked about the room. It was empty and cold... Severus was not here. She had came back before he finished his drink. She was getting bored at the small talk and if she could look at Severus without blushing it would be great. What would also be great would be to get rid of that damned web. Hermione grabbed the small white book and threw it at the web relived when it tore. Not like he could have made it of metal or something, it was just made by Harry Potter.
"Hermione?" The voice rang clear. Hermione knew that voice. The hair on her neck stood up as she defiantly turned and slowly stepped away in the same motion. The little round glasses, faint scar showing through a tangle of hair. Hermione felt lump in her thought rise. She tried to swallow but it came out as a loud gulp, rather forced.
Harry Potter wasn't exactly the happiest boy in the world. His best friend had betrayed him. His lover had betrayed him. And here she was acting like the victim. Victim of what? Willingly exchanging spit with a man that was old enough to be her father? A bitter old man and Hermione was making out with him, why? To piss Harry off was the answer Harry could come up with, and he knew it was all too true. There was no other reason. She couldn't possibly like that man. No she couldn't, she was just being a bitter bitch.
"Severus will show up any second now." Hermione whispered to Harry. Her mouth suddenly dry, was barley admitting but a soft mummer to add to the labored breathing of both of them. "He will kick your ass if I tell him to."
"So, you told him didn't you?" Harry felt a rage filled nerve get caught in his chest. He should have known that she would tell. He looked to Hermione cowering from him, of course she told. She was always so damn "moral". Of course it wasn't fucking moral to kiss the teacher to revenge the man who loved her.
"No." Hermione shook her head, terrified. He had got that look again. The look that haunted her in her sleep
"Didn't you?" Harry snarled out. She was lying to him now. She had told him.
"No, why would I tell him?" Hermione took another step back, trying to avoid him. He was getting closer to her though. In her face. She already couldn't breath. Did she have to smell him? Did he have to attack her? All she did was kiss Severus. At least as far as he knew. At least she thought he didn't know anymore. But this was Harry, he went on his instincts not knowledge, Hermione knew this.
"Afraid of me Hermione?" Harry grabbed her shoulders fighting her from yanking away. It was pathetic her muffled sob. He almost felt sorry for her. He felt sorry for the girl who was so confused that she thought that her friends were her enemies and her enemy her lover.
Why was she so confused? It was always so clear to him. But of course he was blessed with a gift. The gift to see the morally wrong and right. And he knew that Snape was the morally opposite of what he was. So since he was right that made Snape wrong. Sure he may have assisted in murdering Voldemort, but that was because Snape didn't like being pushed around. And Hermione thought her professor was such a hero. A hero his ass.
"What have I ever done to you?" Harry asked titling his body to get Hermione to look him in the eye. She looked away immediately. He just followed.
"Everything." Hermione choked out closing her eyes so not to look him anymore. Harry did everything to her. In the beginning he pissed her off, then be befriended her, gave her some thrills with adrenaline rushes as they went off on impossible to survive missions. And they survived, her gave her victory. And then last summer he gave her shame, he made her kill a man. He gave he pain, and horror, and that ever-existent feeling of being watched. It was a circle that Harry Potter. And now he wanted to try another go around it. Too bad she wasn't going to fall for it again. She should have never got involved in the first place.
Harry was sick of this game. She was refusing to look at him. She wouldn't answer his questions. He didn't want it to come to this. But she left no chose. Oh well, too bad for Hermione. Too fucking bad for Hermione. Harry gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and muttered it could have been better. It could have been so much better. And he disapparating away from her.
...
Severus came back to the sound of the shower running. He was glad that was all over. Trevor Helm was a heavy drinker who could trap you there forever if you really needed to suck up to him. Severus shed his clothes down into his boxers climbing into the bed. The, as in the only bed, Severus herd his mind tell him as the water of the shower shut off. He couldn't help but wonder what Hermione would do after she came out.
Hermione came out of the bathroom. The feel of the cold air around her only bringing her to realize how much the water in the shower had stung her. And she could still feel Harry clutching her. But he left on his own accord this time. Maybe that meant he gave up, it was over. She could only hope. Hermione blindly walked to the bed in the dark room. Evidently Severus had to be there to have all the lights shut off. Harry wouldn't do something like that.
No, her eyes adjusted and she could see Severus in the bed. He was looking at her intently. He looked so unsure. She couldn't help to give a little smile at that. No matter what Harry thought of Severus, he was just an insecure intelligent man when you got down to it. Not to mention sexy as all hell. But she wouldn't care what Harry thought now would she?
No, she told herself. She did not care what Harry thought. She didn't care what the hell the boy was doing now. She didn't care that every time he touched her she had to go and burn herself with water to feel halfway clean. She didn't care that he probably knew he was torturing her. She told herself she didn't care. But she knew she did.
Severus looked at the girl who was pulling up the sheets at the other end of the bed, evidently getting in. Something was odd about her. She seemed so distant right now. Normally Hermione would have said some smart-ass remark by now. Or at least he would have. But he found the girl cuddling up in his arms and he couldn't bring himself to say anything at all. She was in his arms and trusted him enough to want to be that close. He rested his on her shoulder, listening to her soft breathing.
Hermione smiled into him, she was safe here. It felt so right, and she was safe. No way Harry would ever go up against Severus. Hermione, yes, but a Hermione in the arms of a man who could take Harry Potter down without a wand. And she felt so much better now. Expectably while feeling his warm body right up next to her through her thin nightgown. She could forget Harry's death grip in his arms. Because she knew he would never have that sort of grip on her.
"Good night Severus." Hermione mumbled into Severus. Severus smiled as he felt her lips making the motions of the good night wish into his chest. The small breathing of her. He hadn't slept anyone in a long while. And no one like Hermione for sure. And here she was. How did this all happen?
Hermione felt him give her a soft kiss on the neck before he mumbled back good night. She closed her eyes falling into a contented sleep.
...
Harry was not contented though. You could say quite the opposite now. He scanned the house he was in front of now. It's manicured lawn, the small square windows on the small square house. A proper house Aunt Petunia would call it. Like her house, what was breed out of it was not the pleasant sort of person. And Harry knew that this would be a memorable trip.
Harry was done giving Hermione chances. She was evidently not wavering her course of actions. He was going to have to react. This closeness to Severus was evidently a way of getting the word out that he was a "criminal." She would tell it all to Severus soon. If she hadn't already, but Snape would have already told the world if she had. And he barely remembered how this all started, but none the less the rest of the word would know Hermione's story of it.
Okay, so Harry could remember who it started. But he was convinced now it was all in his head. He didn't love Hermione. How could he love her if she was the only person in the world who didn't love him? It was all in his head, he just made himself think he loved her so she would be nice. So she would play fair. So what if Hermione had something against him, did she really have to go shout it out to everyone?
He himself had kept so many secrets and she couldn't just keep one. He was surprised she didn't go blurt out about Sirius when he was around. She probably would have if Sirius had lasted that long. And now he was pretty sure that Sirius would now tell him to forget that girl. Forget that bitch that will stab you in the back no matter how much you give.
But now who is stabbing whom in the back? Harry couldn't help ask as he entered the home. A very homey little place it was too. The ginger curtains and carpet lead you in the cute little living area, the comfy chairs, random books, and happy family portraits. The hall veered to his right. He directed his way towards it. He could faintly hear a man's snore residing behind one of the doors.
Harry's conscious was a bit guilty. No matter how much he had warned her, he could still a little pang that said don't do it. Hermione didn't understand that you were serious. But Hermione knew he was perfectly serious, or else she would have shouted it to the whole world by now. But she thought she could be sneaky. Telling it to the potion's teacher. Then she thought he wouldn't figure out it was her. What was he, a fucking idiot? No he was smarter then that head girl and she would pay.
So, the insane Harry potter raised his wand and whispered avada kedavra into the ear of the man sleeping, watching the silent green light come out of his wand. Of, yes, it was the technique of wimps, to kill silently. But it would get the job done, and he change the course of direction up to the woman's chest as well. Harry watched her shake and sputter until she fell silent. Good this he had killed Hermione's dad first. Because, mother like daughter, Big mouthed shits they were.
But Harry knew there was a voice in the back of his head. One that said this was not right. That you couldn't do this to a poor girl whom was dragged into it in the first place. She had never chosen to Harry and Ron's friends. That she was a victim of the pressure of him and Ron. That Hermione was the only level minded smart one of the bunch. The voice sounded oddly like Ron.
Harry turned around to see his old red headed friend behind him. Ron standing there with a look of so much disappointment that Harry couldn't help feel a bit low for him. Ron stood in the sill room with his cape slung oddly across his shoulders, his eyes filled with tears, shaking his head. Harry tried to say 'What' but he could only mouth the word to the boy, feeling as though he had no real reason to be angry with Ron.
Harry had spent the most of his time being angry nowadays. He was angry with the ministry for thinking lord Voldemort was gone. He was angry that Hermione ignored him. He was angry that he was so alone without anyone to understand him. But here was Ron. And Ron, Harry doubted, if any one could phantom Ron' predicament. Not even Ron probably knew the whole story. If anyone should be mad at him Ron had that right, but he never did get angry. Ron wasn't that type of guy, right?
"Whatever, Happened to the boy who lived?"Ron slowly annunciated his question letting it fall into the room, though as comfortable as it was when the Grangers were alive, was now dead as it original owners. Ron took a moment to squint into Harry's eyes as if to almost look to read his mind, Harry could help but shiver though as warm as it was in the room. Ron appeared to wipe a small tear out of his eye, and Harry let off a feeble shrug, hearing Ron grunt in return.
"On top of the world, and then some shit happens and next thing you know he's killing one of his best friend's parents"
"Ex-best friend's" Harry managed to utter back; he could almost see Ron grin a bit at this.
" A whole lot of shit it's been, ehe Harry? You kill Snape's dad, then lie, then rape my girlfriend, followed by doing nothing to stop me from running, Then after realizing nothing is coming back to you kill Hermione's parents. A big hooray for the world is it Harry?"
"No." Ron laughed at him; Ron still managing to cry through his own laughter now. His voice would slightly crack at certain points, but evidently Ron didn't care.
"All just because you think old Voldemort's still out there... do you still think that?" Ron was looking directly into Harry's eyes now. Harry was looking every other way trying to not see Ron. Oh, that was so hurtful, thought Ron. Cant look into your best friend's eyes now can you? When did that one come about? You had no problem after you raped Hermione, now did you? If Ginny had never told me. But now he has guilt, now that he knows that someone else is aware of his actions. Oh wait, Hermione knew all along. Now that is why you killed her mom and dad. Ron was flickering these thought to Harry as he tried to remain in eye contact with him.
"You know Voldemort's out there" Harry sputtered at the floor.
"What, because of that damned prophecy? The prophecy that Voldemort made Trelawney give so people would think that he was indestructible except for if a small young boy could kill him. You know she's a hoax as well as I do, the only real 'prophesies' she gave were Voldemort taking over her mind and speaking his promises through her. And your still sick enough to believe it after he is dead."
"Prove it."
"We all know they destroyed the remains."
"What about a ghost?" Harry bit back. Voldemort seemed like the type of guy who wouldn't give up on living that easily. Voldemort could be a ghost and still attack them all and then what would be of the world that thought he was dead
"Vampires are the un-dead... they cant become ghost Harry. Just face the facts." Ron said finally getting Harry to look up at him. But Harry wasn't a very happy right about then. He could see the rage just streaming off of him.
"You didn't face the fricking fact, Weasley. You ran off. You didn't even do anything. It was just, ' I'm Ron and I can't deal with my family's expectations, watch me go hide, because I am Ron the enormous wimp. ' "
"I ran from you" Ron muttered "Hermione would have been better off running too." Ron added as an after thought.
"So why did you come back? You evidently hate me so much and was doing so well off on your own. Why bother with bringing me to justice now. As you well can see I'm as damned as it gets. Nothing can save me now Weasley. I killed two innocent happy muggles just to spite the one I loved and hey look I can just prance off now and blame it on you! So ha-ha!" Harry laughing like a nervous mad man now. It made Ron jump a bit. Harry was defiantly off his rocker.
"I couldn't leave Hermione alone with you." Ron's eye refilled with tears. It was his weak spot. When he left he knew his family would be angered and want to know why. He knew that Harry would be ecstatic. But Hermione, he was leaving her and he didn't know how she could stay. Evidently she was stronger then him. But Ron had always suspected that.
"Oh I wouldn't say she is exactly alone, come here Ron." Harry took a leap of courage and landed head long on Ron and started disapparating them both. "Shall we see how our poor little lonely Hermione is doing right now?"