It was a regular London day, cloudy and rainy as usual. A young man in his late twenties named Ron Weasley was making his way home from his usual workout at the gym. It had been a long time since he had made any contact with his Hogwarts friends. He felt that he needed to leave the childish ways of Hogwarts behind after the defeat of Lord Voldemort. But every time he looked back he felt a pinge of pain... especialy thinking about his childhood love for a certain puffy haired girl... Every time it rained, it brought her memory with it... her tear stained face when he told her he didn't want to see her again.
He snapped back into reality when he realized that there had been a huge crowd right in front of him, everyone bent down as if trying to get a glance at something on the floor. He joined the crowd and pushed the people aside. He had a bad feeling about this, as if the person on the floor was someone he knew. What he found himself looking at was a young brown haired woman. The first word that jumped into his mind was FOXY. He couldn't get a good look at her face because her smooth blond streaks were hiding it. He felt an unbelievable urge to brush the hair off her face. As soon as he did so, he thought he might get a heart attack.
-'What happened here? Damn it, somebody answer. What the hell's wrong with her?' Ron asked as he felt his heart pounding uncontrolably, thinking of the unthinkable...
-'She just... she fainted... right in the middle of the street.' A person answered, looking terrified at Ron's expression.
-'Has somebody called a friggin' ambulance?' Ron asked, still shocked.
-'No. Her friend said that this happens often, the mumbled something about knowing what to do and left about the same time you arrived.'
-'Oh God.' He said as he reached for his bottle of water in his bag. He dampened his sleave and slightly touched her face with it. 'Hermione... Hermione, please wake up. Hermione?' She opened her eyes slightly, but as soon as she got a glance at him, her eyes looked as though they might jump out of their sockets.
-'Ron?' She whispered quietly and passed out once again.
-'Oh crap. Hermione? Hermione, please wake up. Hermione? Ok, that's it.' He said as he took out a piece of paper out of his bag, wrote down his cell number on it and handed it person next to him. 'If her friend comes back, tell her to call me. The name's Ron.' He said as he took Hermione in his arms and called a cab.
Once at his flat, he lay Hermione on his bed and started to change his clothes. As he was about to take off his shirt, Hermione came to.
-'Holy shit. Where am I?' And when she got a look at Ron's bare back, she got her own idea of the scenery. 'Oh Hell NO. Don't you dare try anything on me, you asshole. I know karate. And my boyfriend will kick your ass back to the stone age if you try anything.' Ron gave a chuckle, buttoning his shirt and turning to face her. As soon as he did so, as if something was pinching her, she sat upright in the bed, wide-eyed.
-'First of all, you're in my flat. Let me introduce myself: Ronald Weasley. I do not dare try anything on you, miss, that much I promise. And what makes you think your boyfriend has the slightest idea of where you are? Anyways... what, may I ask, is your name, young lady?'
-'WHA...? My name? My name is.. it's... H... Hillary Amendson.' Hermione said, not knowing why she had lied about her name... to Ron, nontheless.
-'Is that so? Because I was under the vague impression that you, madam, are Hermione Granger, my long lost friend from my Hogwarts Days.
-'Oh really? Long lost, you say? huh... that's funny... I think the words long forgotten are more like it, 'cause I was right here in London, as I'm pretty sure you were well aware of. And why the hell would you ask me my name when you know fully well who I am?'
-'I wanted to see if you'd make the choice of introducing yourself to me if you thought I didn't know who you were... which was not the case.' Ron said, feeling rather guilty at the long forgotten comment,
-Whatever, Ron. What the hell am I doing here?'
-'Are my ears decieving me, or did Hermione Granger use a not-so-civil word?' Ron said with a chuckle but quit while he was ahead in the conversation. 'Tss... high thanks I get for bringing you here, unconcious, from the middle of the street, instead of letting you get soaked to the bone in the rain.'
-'Wow. Excuse me that I do not find it in myself to thank you after everything you put me through. Now, if you don't mind, I'd very much like to get out of here, because after our last encounter, I'd like to see as little ofyou as possible.' She said as she tried to get out of the bedroom and make her way out. She knew that she was making Ron feel very guilty, but she didn't care, she was going to milk this as much as it was worth.
-'Hermione, please.' He said as he blocked her way.
-'Get out of my way, Ron. Don't do this.'
-'No. Hear me out, Hermione. When I said what I said... I thought I was just, I dunno... I just didn't want you to hurt anymore. All that fighting. I thought I should just put you out of your misery, I thought you'd be so much happier without me. But... I didn't know I was hurting you, honest. I just thought...' He stopped there, at a loss for words.
-'First of all, Mr. Weasley, what makes you think that I'm not happy without you? And secondly, yes, you did hurt me...' When she saw the pain in his eyes, she stopped. 'Why are you doing this? What are you trying to do? Let's just make this easy for both of us and forget this ever happened. Have a great life.' She said as she walked away from him, a tear making its way down her cheek.
-'Please... I just want... I want my Hermione back.'
-'I'm afraid you can't have her back, Ron. You made the decision of not havine me in your life, and as much as it pained me, getting up each day, knowing you wouldn't be there, I respected you decision. It's time that you respected mine and let me get on with my life... the life that does not include you in it.' She said and walked out of his flat. As she closed the door, her mind was filled with thoughts... too many to process at the same time... she wanted him back in her life so bad she couldn't explain it in words, but she was not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking she was a weakling and would run back to him after everything he had said to her in the past. As if to make matters even worse, she realized that she must've forgotten her bag in his flat, seeing how she didn't have it on her. Just as she was debating going in and getting it or just leave it there, Ron opened the door, with her purse in his hand but making no attempt at giving it to her, but simply staring into her honey-brown eyes.
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He snapped back into reality when he realized that there had been a huge crowd right in front of him, everyone bent down as if trying to get a glance at something on the floor. He joined the crowd and pushed the people aside. He had a bad feeling about this, as if the person on the floor was someone he knew. What he found himself looking at was a young brown haired woman. The first word that jumped into his mind was FOXY. He couldn't get a good look at her face because her smooth blond streaks were hiding it. He felt an unbelievable urge to brush the hair off her face. As soon as he did so, he thought he might get a heart attack.
-'What happened here? Damn it, somebody answer. What the hell's wrong with her?' Ron asked as he felt his heart pounding uncontrolably, thinking of the unthinkable...
-'She just... she fainted... right in the middle of the street.' A person answered, looking terrified at Ron's expression.
-'Has somebody called a friggin' ambulance?' Ron asked, still shocked.
-'No. Her friend said that this happens often, the mumbled something about knowing what to do and left about the same time you arrived.'
-'Oh God.' He said as he reached for his bottle of water in his bag. He dampened his sleave and slightly touched her face with it. 'Hermione... Hermione, please wake up. Hermione?' She opened her eyes slightly, but as soon as she got a glance at him, her eyes looked as though they might jump out of their sockets.
-'Ron?' She whispered quietly and passed out once again.
-'Oh crap. Hermione? Hermione, please wake up. Hermione? Ok, that's it.' He said as he took out a piece of paper out of his bag, wrote down his cell number on it and handed it person next to him. 'If her friend comes back, tell her to call me. The name's Ron.' He said as he took Hermione in his arms and called a cab.
Once at his flat, he lay Hermione on his bed and started to change his clothes. As he was about to take off his shirt, Hermione came to.
-'Holy shit. Where am I?' And when she got a look at Ron's bare back, she got her own idea of the scenery. 'Oh Hell NO. Don't you dare try anything on me, you asshole. I know karate. And my boyfriend will kick your ass back to the stone age if you try anything.' Ron gave a chuckle, buttoning his shirt and turning to face her. As soon as he did so, as if something was pinching her, she sat upright in the bed, wide-eyed.
-'First of all, you're in my flat. Let me introduce myself: Ronald Weasley. I do not dare try anything on you, miss, that much I promise. And what makes you think your boyfriend has the slightest idea of where you are? Anyways... what, may I ask, is your name, young lady?'
-'WHA...? My name? My name is.. it's... H... Hillary Amendson.' Hermione said, not knowing why she had lied about her name... to Ron, nontheless.
-'Is that so? Because I was under the vague impression that you, madam, are Hermione Granger, my long lost friend from my Hogwarts Days.
-'Oh really? Long lost, you say? huh... that's funny... I think the words long forgotten are more like it, 'cause I was right here in London, as I'm pretty sure you were well aware of. And why the hell would you ask me my name when you know fully well who I am?'
-'I wanted to see if you'd make the choice of introducing yourself to me if you thought I didn't know who you were... which was not the case.' Ron said, feeling rather guilty at the long forgotten comment,
-Whatever, Ron. What the hell am I doing here?'
-'Are my ears decieving me, or did Hermione Granger use a not-so-civil word?' Ron said with a chuckle but quit while he was ahead in the conversation. 'Tss... high thanks I get for bringing you here, unconcious, from the middle of the street, instead of letting you get soaked to the bone in the rain.'
-'Wow. Excuse me that I do not find it in myself to thank you after everything you put me through. Now, if you don't mind, I'd very much like to get out of here, because after our last encounter, I'd like to see as little ofyou as possible.' She said as she tried to get out of the bedroom and make her way out. She knew that she was making Ron feel very guilty, but she didn't care, she was going to milk this as much as it was worth.
-'Hermione, please.' He said as he blocked her way.
-'Get out of my way, Ron. Don't do this.'
-'No. Hear me out, Hermione. When I said what I said... I thought I was just, I dunno... I just didn't want you to hurt anymore. All that fighting. I thought I should just put you out of your misery, I thought you'd be so much happier without me. But... I didn't know I was hurting you, honest. I just thought...' He stopped there, at a loss for words.
-'First of all, Mr. Weasley, what makes you think that I'm not happy without you? And secondly, yes, you did hurt me...' When she saw the pain in his eyes, she stopped. 'Why are you doing this? What are you trying to do? Let's just make this easy for both of us and forget this ever happened. Have a great life.' She said as she walked away from him, a tear making its way down her cheek.
-'Please... I just want... I want my Hermione back.'
-'I'm afraid you can't have her back, Ron. You made the decision of not havine me in your life, and as much as it pained me, getting up each day, knowing you wouldn't be there, I respected you decision. It's time that you respected mine and let me get on with my life... the life that does not include you in it.' She said and walked out of his flat. As she closed the door, her mind was filled with thoughts... too many to process at the same time... she wanted him back in her life so bad she couldn't explain it in words, but she was not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking she was a weakling and would run back to him after everything he had said to her in the past. As if to make matters even worse, she realized that she must've forgotten her bag in his flat, seeing how she didn't have it on her. Just as she was debating going in and getting it or just leave it there, Ron opened the door, with her purse in his hand but making no attempt at giving it to her, but simply staring into her honey-brown eyes.
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