Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Where I left you off at: (Sorry I haven't written for the longest time!)
Ron made sure the razor was hidden away good in the mattress of her bed beside him where he had stuck it earlier, and he crawled closer.
"Just tell me why you even thought about doing something like this."
Just as he said that, Pansy walked in the dorm room, her eyes were red from having been crying downstairs. Ron had told her to stay down until things got straightened out.
"Oh, thank God! You stopped her!" Pansy cried out, and rushed forward to Hermione. But Ron stuck his arm out to stop her.
"No, stay back. She isn't talking." Pansy stared at her friend, and gave up, sitting down in the floor beside Ron.
"She did it as soon as she found out." Pansy whispered, now staring at the chunks of brown hair in the floor at Hermione's side. Ron narrowed his eyes, as Hermione began to cry louder.
"Found out?" Pansy nodded sadly.
"As soon as she found out that Harry killed himself."
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Ron's stomach jolted, and his breath caught painfully. For the longest time, he couldn't breathe, and he began gasping for air. Pansy screamed and started shaking him.
"Ron! What's wrong? Oh my god! Oh my god!" Ron kept choking and gasping hard for air. Hermione finally spoke up for the first time.
"He didn't know about Harry." She whispered, a creepy drone in her voice. Pansy's eyes widened.
"Shit, Ron! Breathe! Please! Oh my god!" She broke down and started crying. And Hermione began rocking back and forth and pulling at her hair again.
Ron's face was starting to turn blue. He jammed his hand inside the mattress and began feeling around violently. Pansy watched him, still crying and shaking her head.
Finally his hand emerged holding the razor, and Pansy let out a loud cry when she knew what he was trying to do.
He brought it down on his forearm, too quick for Pansy to react, and dug it in. Hermione screamed.
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Where I left you off at: (Sorry I haven't written for the longest time!)
Ron made sure the razor was hidden away good in the mattress of her bed beside him where he had stuck it earlier, and he crawled closer.
"Just tell me why you even thought about doing something like this."
Just as he said that, Pansy walked in the dorm room, her eyes were red from having been crying downstairs. Ron had told her to stay down until things got straightened out.
"Oh, thank God! You stopped her!" Pansy cried out, and rushed forward to Hermione. But Ron stuck his arm out to stop her.
"No, stay back. She isn't talking." Pansy stared at her friend, and gave up, sitting down in the floor beside Ron.
"She did it as soon as she found out." Pansy whispered, now staring at the chunks of brown hair in the floor at Hermione's side. Ron narrowed his eyes, as Hermione began to cry louder.
"Found out?" Pansy nodded sadly.
"As soon as she found out that Harry killed himself."
*
Ron's stomach jolted, and his breath caught painfully. For the longest time, he couldn't breathe, and he began gasping for air. Pansy screamed and started shaking him.
"Ron! What's wrong? Oh my god! Oh my god!" Ron kept choking and gasping hard for air. Hermione finally spoke up for the first time.
"He didn't know about Harry." She whispered, a creepy drone in her voice. Pansy's eyes widened.
"Shit, Ron! Breathe! Please! Oh my god!" She broke down and started crying. And Hermione began rocking back and forth and pulling at her hair again.
Ron's face was starting to turn blue. He jammed his hand inside the mattress and began feeling around violently. Pansy watched him, still crying and shaking her head.
Finally his hand emerged holding the razor, and Pansy let out a loud cry when she knew what he was trying to do.
He brought it down on his forearm, too quick for Pansy to react, and dug it in. Hermione screamed.
*