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"There he is!" Hermione exclaimed, catching a glimpse of his thick red hair across the library. No body could miss the brilliance of his amber flaming head. She and Harry walked over, hand in hand. Harry suddenly realized that this was a mistake. He pulled his hand away, much to Hermione's dislike. But then she too caught on, and shrugged.
"Hey." Harry said, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron looked up slowly. And as his face was finally in view, Harry and Hermione gasped in unison.
"So, repeat that please." Hermione said, rubbing the sides of her head with her hands. She was developing a headache. But Harry couldn't stop staring at the deep gash on Ron's face.
"Yeah, tell us again what happened." He said, a touch of concern in his voice. Ron sighed, and cleared his throat.
"It was a dementor. I was taking a walk in the rain, looking for you two, and, it saw me. It attacked me." Ron groaned as Hermione reached over with a damp cloth, and dabbed at his injury.
"God, that stings!" He said through clenched teeth. Harry watched hopelessly, knowing that there was nothing he could do to help his friend.
"I can't help it Ron. Stay, still." She said, struggling to have a go with the cloth again. But Ron pulled away, and she sighed and gave up, sitting back on the chair.
"Why didn't you go see the nurse?" Harry asked, sitting back as well. Ron shrugged.
"It didn't seem like such a big deal. I wasn't hurt badly or anything. Not as bad as Fred or..or Bridgett." He said sadly, his voice trailing off. Harry nodded in understandment, but Hermione was not amused.
"It doesn't matter, Ron! This is serious! You should've went to see Madame Pomfrey right away!" She sat the cloth back down, and inched forward, her face right in Ron's, as she struggled to get a closer look at Ron's gash. Ron sighed and pulled back.
"Look, Fred is in much more danger than me. Did you know that dementor's come back to get people that hey didn't get to finish off?" Harry and Hermione exchanged worried glances.
"They do?" Harry asked, fear in his voice.
"Yeah," Ron told them matter-of-factly. "That's why I was in the library. I was researching about them, to see how bad or fatal the cut was. And I came across that bit of information." Ron bit his lip. "I am so scared for Fred. I don't know if Professor Dumbledore realizes it or not, but Fred has to be warned." He looked down at the floor.
Hermione thought back to all the times Dumbledore had reacted strangely to situations. What would he do if he knew about Fred needing protecting? Hermione shivered. Would he even care?
*
"This is serious, Harry! Ron doesn't even realize that since HE was attacked, he will get hunted down by dementors too!" Hermione cried out helplessly, flopping down onto the armchair in Harry's arms.
"I know. He keeps talking about how much trouble Fred is in. He cares too much. He is in just as much trouble." Harry said, stroking Hermione's hair. The two sat in silence, embraced on the tiny armchair, Hermione in his lap.
"Shit, Harry! Why does life fucking suck so much right now?" She whispered, staring up into his icy green eyes. He glared down at her.
"Since when do you cuss?"
"Since my friends have recently been getting into mortal danger." She answered, mostly as a nasty remark. Harry gulped.
"Hermione, calm down. We'll get it all sorted out. But for now"- He took his hand and caressed her cheek. "We should clear our minds of all these bad thoughts, and take a breather." She nodded, and crawled up into his arms ever more, pressing her face up against his chest.
She felt tears sting at her eyes, as she listened to the faint "buh-dum" of her friend's heart. It was like the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. She hoped that, unlike Bridgett's, this song would play forever. The soft beating lulled her to sleep, and soon, Harry was out as well.
*
"There he is!" Hermione exclaimed, catching a glimpse of his thick red hair across the library. No body could miss the brilliance of his amber flaming head. She and Harry walked over, hand in hand. Harry suddenly realized that this was a mistake. He pulled his hand away, much to Hermione's dislike. But then she too caught on, and shrugged.
"Hey." Harry said, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron looked up slowly. And as his face was finally in view, Harry and Hermione gasped in unison.
"So, repeat that please." Hermione said, rubbing the sides of her head with her hands. She was developing a headache. But Harry couldn't stop staring at the deep gash on Ron's face.
"Yeah, tell us again what happened." He said, a touch of concern in his voice. Ron sighed, and cleared his throat.
"It was a dementor. I was taking a walk in the rain, looking for you two, and, it saw me. It attacked me." Ron groaned as Hermione reached over with a damp cloth, and dabbed at his injury.
"God, that stings!" He said through clenched teeth. Harry watched hopelessly, knowing that there was nothing he could do to help his friend.
"I can't help it Ron. Stay, still." She said, struggling to have a go with the cloth again. But Ron pulled away, and she sighed and gave up, sitting back on the chair.
"Why didn't you go see the nurse?" Harry asked, sitting back as well. Ron shrugged.
"It didn't seem like such a big deal. I wasn't hurt badly or anything. Not as bad as Fred or..or Bridgett." He said sadly, his voice trailing off. Harry nodded in understandment, but Hermione was not amused.
"It doesn't matter, Ron! This is serious! You should've went to see Madame Pomfrey right away!" She sat the cloth back down, and inched forward, her face right in Ron's, as she struggled to get a closer look at Ron's gash. Ron sighed and pulled back.
"Look, Fred is in much more danger than me. Did you know that dementor's come back to get people that hey didn't get to finish off?" Harry and Hermione exchanged worried glances.
"They do?" Harry asked, fear in his voice.
"Yeah," Ron told them matter-of-factly. "That's why I was in the library. I was researching about them, to see how bad or fatal the cut was. And I came across that bit of information." Ron bit his lip. "I am so scared for Fred. I don't know if Professor Dumbledore realizes it or not, but Fred has to be warned." He looked down at the floor.
Hermione thought back to all the times Dumbledore had reacted strangely to situations. What would he do if he knew about Fred needing protecting? Hermione shivered. Would he even care?
*
"This is serious, Harry! Ron doesn't even realize that since HE was attacked, he will get hunted down by dementors too!" Hermione cried out helplessly, flopping down onto the armchair in Harry's arms.
"I know. He keeps talking about how much trouble Fred is in. He cares too much. He is in just as much trouble." Harry said, stroking Hermione's hair. The two sat in silence, embraced on the tiny armchair, Hermione in his lap.
"Shit, Harry! Why does life fucking suck so much right now?" She whispered, staring up into his icy green eyes. He glared down at her.
"Since when do you cuss?"
"Since my friends have recently been getting into mortal danger." She answered, mostly as a nasty remark. Harry gulped.
"Hermione, calm down. We'll get it all sorted out. But for now"- He took his hand and caressed her cheek. "We should clear our minds of all these bad thoughts, and take a breather." She nodded, and crawled up into his arms ever more, pressing her face up against his chest.
She felt tears sting at her eyes, as she listened to the faint "buh-dum" of her friend's heart. It was like the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. She hoped that, unlike Bridgett's, this song would play forever. The soft beating lulled her to sleep, and soon, Harry was out as well.
*