Ron couldn't believe what he had just seen. Harry had kissed Hermione, and
not in a friendly hello way either. A fresh tear fell from his eye. 'It's
like no one even cares about Libby." He thought as we watched the terrified
Gryffindor's. In truth, he had no idea what he was doing, but it felt good
to be doing something he could control. He looked over at Hermione. She had
never looked at him like that when they had dated briefly over the summer
holidays. And suddenly it dawned on him. Hermione had never loved him, but
he was there. Ron was her support, and a way to get over Harry when she
finally realised he would never love her. Ron glared angrily at Hermione.
She met his eyes, but quickly turned away.
"He knows." She whispered.
"Ron?" Harry voice broke his thoughts. Ron turned to him, his wand now pointed at his chest. His breathing was fast and shallow, and Harry had never seen him look so angry. "Ron? Come on mate, talk to me?" "Why?" spat Ron, "Why should I talk to you?" 'You lying rotten bastard' he thought "I'm your friend Ron." Harry spoke calmly and confidently. "You don't want to do this." He assured him "How do you know what I want to do Harry? You couldn't even be there when I needed you. You ran off to Jennifer when I needed you. You don't even care she's dead!" All eyes stood at a stand still looking at Harry, waiting for a response. Harry had been gone a long time, longer then it takes to tell someone their sister had been murdered. "I did what I thought was right Ron. I think Jennifer had the right to know that Libby was dead just as much as you did." Harry held out his hand. "Give me the wand Ron." He instructed. "No." Ron shot aimlessly at the roof. "I'm not giving this wand to any one, I need it." He pointed it back at the Gryffindor's. "Now why don't you be good little boy, and go back to your girlfriend over there." He said mockingly. "Jennifer is NOT my girlfriend." Harry counted. "I never said it was Jennifer, that's just your guilt ridden mind." He smirked. "I was talking about Hermione over there." Harry tried to look puzzled, but he knew it was useless, Ron knew. "There is no use acting stupid. I saw you kissing her, right in front of me. Here I am in pain, losing the woman I love because of my sister, and you decide it's a grand time to let me know about your relationship." He leaned in close to Harry. "Real smooth Romeo." He snarled and then stood where he was looking into the scared eyes of the Gryffindor's. "Ron, it wasn't like that." Harry assured him. "We never meant to hurt you. That was never part of our plan. It was all in the moment, just in case I never got the chance to say goodbye.like you and Libby." Harry waited for the verbal abuse, but it never came, instead Ron's wand wavered a little before it hit the floor. Ron smiled. "I remember moments, like when Libby and I sat at breakfast, and everything was perfect.even Malfoy couldn't ruin my good mood. And nothing else mattered but being with her." Tears crept into the corner of his eyes. "Yeah, I remember how it was to feel her sleeping beside me, one arm across me and light snoring." Ron smiled. "Harry, I miss her so much, it hurts, everywhere. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can barely finish a sentence without thinking of her.and knowing it was my sister who killed her." Harry glanced behind him and was glad to see the Gryffindor's had gone. "I know Ron." He said and pushed him gently to a chair and sat with him. "I remember how I felt when I found out about the bet. Its like the world had stopped and it's starting to die around you. And you can see the world decompose, and there is nothing you can you do to stop it." Ron nodded. "Does it ever stop hurting?" He asked, looking hopeful at Harry. "Some days are better then others." Harry answered honestly. "You know how me and Hermione dated over the summer?" Harry nodded. "She never looked at me the way she looks at you now. She was happy with me, but now I can tell that she always wanted you, from the beginning Harry, it was always you she wanted to be with." Ron looked at his feet. "She never loved me. But I'm glad to see that she is happy with you." He said honestly. "Let's hope this one ends better then the relationship with Ginny." They sat in silence for a moment, with the flickering fire for company. "I'm going to kill her." Ron said, staring into the flames. "Who?" "Ginny. I know she is my sister, and family and everything, and I will probably get sent to azkaban.but I don't care. Now that Libby is gone I have nothing to live for anyway. My life ended as soon as Libby's lifeless body hit the floor." Harry nodded not sure what to say. "I'm going to say goodbye." He murmured. "Don't do anything stupid ok?" Harry half joked. Ron slowly nodded, and walked out of Gryffindor tower alone.
Ron practically ran from Gryffindor tower to Hagrid's hut. "'Ello Ron." He greeted him and ushered him inside" Panting slightly, Ron tried to catch his breath. "Hagrid, I ant to see Libby." "Of cause, of cause. I'll leave youse alone then." He said and went outside to his vegetable patch. Ron went to the secret room in the back, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Libby lying there on a stretcher. Ron walked over and reached her hand. "You're so cold." He murmured, tears running down his face. Lightly they splattered on her hand and face. He wiped them away, only for them to be replaced by more. "I miss you so much Lib." He confessed. "I can't stop thing of you. The first day we met, the day we kissed so much our lips hurt, but we didn't care." Ron smiled. "But mostly I miss the way you made me feel. You made me feel like a man. Not only because you let me dominate you.but also because you made me feel wanted. I have never felt so wanted in all my life. And I never wanted to loose that. Ron placed her hand on top of her chest and kissed her cheek. "I will never love another woman as much as I love you." He vowed and turned to leave. "Ron?" Ron stopped. He was certain that he had just heard Libby's voice call his name. 'No, you didn't.' he thought, 'she's dead.' Ron reminded himself. "Ron?" This time the voice was more urgent and Ron turned to see Libby Sitting up on the stretcher. Ron turned the voice now to loud to ignore. Libby struggled to sit up as one hand reached for him from across the room. "Libby." Ron rushed back to her side, and swept her up and a huge hug, holding her tight just to make sure that this wasn't a dream. "How.I mean.You were dead." He stammered as he held her, holding her close. He smothered her face in kisses. "I'm so cold." She whispered her teeth shattering. Ron stopped and blushed. "Sorry." He muttered and carried her to Hagrid's fireplace. She nodded her thanks and smiled weakly. Slowly, as they sat in silence, Ron saw the colour return to her cheeks, and before long, Libby resembled the girl he had fallen in love with, and not a dead corpse. "How?" he asked after sitting with her for a long time.
Libby carefully turned to face him. "Do you remember how on the train you told me that I was unique?" Ron nodded, slightly embarrassed. "And I said, if only you knew?" "I thought you were just being cute." Libby smiled. "I was. But I was also telling you a secret. It's a curse that Jennifer and I share. We have a connection, made by the multiple blood types that flow through us. We have a bit of everything in our bloodline. And a great-great-great grandfather was a demon, an unkillable demon, and I guessed a part of him lives in us." Libby bowed her head, ashamed of what she had just revealed to Ron. Ron watched her for a moment then hugged her tighter then before. "This changes nothing Libby. I still love you." He said. Libby looked up at him and smiled. She had always hoped that she would find someone that could except her for who she really was.
Hermione wandered aimlessly into Harry's room. Harry layed on his bed, watching the photos move in his family photo album. "Harry?" Hey looked up from the picture of his mother and father, smiling and waving at him. "Hermione. Here have a seat." He moved over, making room on the bed beside him. They sat in silence for a moment as Harry continued to stare at his family photos. "Where's Ron?" "Gone to say goodbye." Harry said, not looking up at her. Hermione nodded. "Harry, can we talk for a moment?" Harry put his book away and sat up so he was facing Hermione. "What's wrong?" "I was so scared today Harry, of losing you." Harry was slightly shocked. "Ron would never hurt me Hermione, he was just crying out for help." Harry took her hand. "He's ok now." He reassured her. Hermione shook her head. "Not Ron, Libby's death." Harry was shocked. "Huh?" "Well every year Harry you have faced off with he-who-must-not-be-named." "Voldermort." Harry interrupted Hermione made a face and continued. "And seeing you do that made me start to believe that you were invincible." "But, I'm not." "I know that, but every year he would try and kill you, but every year you would win and make him a little weaker." Hermione cleared her throat. "But seeing Libby dead.I guess it just helped me realise that you don't live forever, and tomorrow you could be dead." And I love you Harry." She whispered "I love you too Hermione." "No, I mean that I really love you." Hermione looked deep into Harry's eyes, hoping he would understand what she was thinking. She reached out and touched him. "I want you to show me that you love me." Harry wasn't sure if he understood Hermione. Did she mean what he thought she meant? "Hermione?" he whispered uncertainly as he lowered his face to hers. Kissing her slowly at first, then more passionately, Harry could feel her heart beat get faster. Hermione moaned and pulled Harry so he lay above her. She broke off the kiss and looked into Harry's eyes. Running a hand through Harry's black hair she smiled and started to move her hips, grinding into him. Balancing himself on one hand, he pulled up Hermione's skirt. "No." she breathed. Harry stopped and looked at her. "You don't want to?" He asked, slightly annoyed. "I do, but I want this to be done properly." Hermione reached out and slowly started to remove Harry's robes. Harry sat back and watched as she undressed him, and then she waited for him to undress her. Carefully he removed each layer of clothing, kissing the new exposed skin gently before moving onto the next item. Hermione ran her hands down his chest and smiled. "I love you Harry Potter." She whispered before pulling him down on top of her.
Hermione layed silently beside Harry as the sun began to set outside. Hermione sighed and traced Harry's muscles as he stroked her hair. "You ok?" He asked. He could see the pain on her face when he had first entered her, and a few times she had told him to slow down because he was going to hard and fast. Hermione smiled and snuggled in closer to him. "I'm fine." She said and kissed him softly, "I love you harry." She murmured as she drifted off the sleep in his arms. "I love you too Hermione."
Jennifer layed in her bed alone in her room, surrounded by black and blood red candles. Their bright yellow flames stood tall and didn't weaver from the wind that swirled around her. Her hair layed motionless except for the rhythmic strokes made by invisible hands that lovingly caressed it Jennifer smiled and stroked the air, hugging close to what appeared to be empty air, but there was a dent in the bed where someone invisible was laying. Jennifer smiled and snuggled in closer to no one "I'm fine." She said and kissed the air softly, "I love you Harry." She murmured as she drifted off the sleep in his invisible arms.
"Ron?" Harry voice broke his thoughts. Ron turned to him, his wand now pointed at his chest. His breathing was fast and shallow, and Harry had never seen him look so angry. "Ron? Come on mate, talk to me?" "Why?" spat Ron, "Why should I talk to you?" 'You lying rotten bastard' he thought "I'm your friend Ron." Harry spoke calmly and confidently. "You don't want to do this." He assured him "How do you know what I want to do Harry? You couldn't even be there when I needed you. You ran off to Jennifer when I needed you. You don't even care she's dead!" All eyes stood at a stand still looking at Harry, waiting for a response. Harry had been gone a long time, longer then it takes to tell someone their sister had been murdered. "I did what I thought was right Ron. I think Jennifer had the right to know that Libby was dead just as much as you did." Harry held out his hand. "Give me the wand Ron." He instructed. "No." Ron shot aimlessly at the roof. "I'm not giving this wand to any one, I need it." He pointed it back at the Gryffindor's. "Now why don't you be good little boy, and go back to your girlfriend over there." He said mockingly. "Jennifer is NOT my girlfriend." Harry counted. "I never said it was Jennifer, that's just your guilt ridden mind." He smirked. "I was talking about Hermione over there." Harry tried to look puzzled, but he knew it was useless, Ron knew. "There is no use acting stupid. I saw you kissing her, right in front of me. Here I am in pain, losing the woman I love because of my sister, and you decide it's a grand time to let me know about your relationship." He leaned in close to Harry. "Real smooth Romeo." He snarled and then stood where he was looking into the scared eyes of the Gryffindor's. "Ron, it wasn't like that." Harry assured him. "We never meant to hurt you. That was never part of our plan. It was all in the moment, just in case I never got the chance to say goodbye.like you and Libby." Harry waited for the verbal abuse, but it never came, instead Ron's wand wavered a little before it hit the floor. Ron smiled. "I remember moments, like when Libby and I sat at breakfast, and everything was perfect.even Malfoy couldn't ruin my good mood. And nothing else mattered but being with her." Tears crept into the corner of his eyes. "Yeah, I remember how it was to feel her sleeping beside me, one arm across me and light snoring." Ron smiled. "Harry, I miss her so much, it hurts, everywhere. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can barely finish a sentence without thinking of her.and knowing it was my sister who killed her." Harry glanced behind him and was glad to see the Gryffindor's had gone. "I know Ron." He said and pushed him gently to a chair and sat with him. "I remember how I felt when I found out about the bet. Its like the world had stopped and it's starting to die around you. And you can see the world decompose, and there is nothing you can you do to stop it." Ron nodded. "Does it ever stop hurting?" He asked, looking hopeful at Harry. "Some days are better then others." Harry answered honestly. "You know how me and Hermione dated over the summer?" Harry nodded. "She never looked at me the way she looks at you now. She was happy with me, but now I can tell that she always wanted you, from the beginning Harry, it was always you she wanted to be with." Ron looked at his feet. "She never loved me. But I'm glad to see that she is happy with you." He said honestly. "Let's hope this one ends better then the relationship with Ginny." They sat in silence for a moment, with the flickering fire for company. "I'm going to kill her." Ron said, staring into the flames. "Who?" "Ginny. I know she is my sister, and family and everything, and I will probably get sent to azkaban.but I don't care. Now that Libby is gone I have nothing to live for anyway. My life ended as soon as Libby's lifeless body hit the floor." Harry nodded not sure what to say. "I'm going to say goodbye." He murmured. "Don't do anything stupid ok?" Harry half joked. Ron slowly nodded, and walked out of Gryffindor tower alone.
Ron practically ran from Gryffindor tower to Hagrid's hut. "'Ello Ron." He greeted him and ushered him inside" Panting slightly, Ron tried to catch his breath. "Hagrid, I ant to see Libby." "Of cause, of cause. I'll leave youse alone then." He said and went outside to his vegetable patch. Ron went to the secret room in the back, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Libby lying there on a stretcher. Ron walked over and reached her hand. "You're so cold." He murmured, tears running down his face. Lightly they splattered on her hand and face. He wiped them away, only for them to be replaced by more. "I miss you so much Lib." He confessed. "I can't stop thing of you. The first day we met, the day we kissed so much our lips hurt, but we didn't care." Ron smiled. "But mostly I miss the way you made me feel. You made me feel like a man. Not only because you let me dominate you.but also because you made me feel wanted. I have never felt so wanted in all my life. And I never wanted to loose that. Ron placed her hand on top of her chest and kissed her cheek. "I will never love another woman as much as I love you." He vowed and turned to leave. "Ron?" Ron stopped. He was certain that he had just heard Libby's voice call his name. 'No, you didn't.' he thought, 'she's dead.' Ron reminded himself. "Ron?" This time the voice was more urgent and Ron turned to see Libby Sitting up on the stretcher. Ron turned the voice now to loud to ignore. Libby struggled to sit up as one hand reached for him from across the room. "Libby." Ron rushed back to her side, and swept her up and a huge hug, holding her tight just to make sure that this wasn't a dream. "How.I mean.You were dead." He stammered as he held her, holding her close. He smothered her face in kisses. "I'm so cold." She whispered her teeth shattering. Ron stopped and blushed. "Sorry." He muttered and carried her to Hagrid's fireplace. She nodded her thanks and smiled weakly. Slowly, as they sat in silence, Ron saw the colour return to her cheeks, and before long, Libby resembled the girl he had fallen in love with, and not a dead corpse. "How?" he asked after sitting with her for a long time.
Libby carefully turned to face him. "Do you remember how on the train you told me that I was unique?" Ron nodded, slightly embarrassed. "And I said, if only you knew?" "I thought you were just being cute." Libby smiled. "I was. But I was also telling you a secret. It's a curse that Jennifer and I share. We have a connection, made by the multiple blood types that flow through us. We have a bit of everything in our bloodline. And a great-great-great grandfather was a demon, an unkillable demon, and I guessed a part of him lives in us." Libby bowed her head, ashamed of what she had just revealed to Ron. Ron watched her for a moment then hugged her tighter then before. "This changes nothing Libby. I still love you." He said. Libby looked up at him and smiled. She had always hoped that she would find someone that could except her for who she really was.
Hermione wandered aimlessly into Harry's room. Harry layed on his bed, watching the photos move in his family photo album. "Harry?" Hey looked up from the picture of his mother and father, smiling and waving at him. "Hermione. Here have a seat." He moved over, making room on the bed beside him. They sat in silence for a moment as Harry continued to stare at his family photos. "Where's Ron?" "Gone to say goodbye." Harry said, not looking up at her. Hermione nodded. "Harry, can we talk for a moment?" Harry put his book away and sat up so he was facing Hermione. "What's wrong?" "I was so scared today Harry, of losing you." Harry was slightly shocked. "Ron would never hurt me Hermione, he was just crying out for help." Harry took her hand. "He's ok now." He reassured her. Hermione shook her head. "Not Ron, Libby's death." Harry was shocked. "Huh?" "Well every year Harry you have faced off with he-who-must-not-be-named." "Voldermort." Harry interrupted Hermione made a face and continued. "And seeing you do that made me start to believe that you were invincible." "But, I'm not." "I know that, but every year he would try and kill you, but every year you would win and make him a little weaker." Hermione cleared her throat. "But seeing Libby dead.I guess it just helped me realise that you don't live forever, and tomorrow you could be dead." And I love you Harry." She whispered "I love you too Hermione." "No, I mean that I really love you." Hermione looked deep into Harry's eyes, hoping he would understand what she was thinking. She reached out and touched him. "I want you to show me that you love me." Harry wasn't sure if he understood Hermione. Did she mean what he thought she meant? "Hermione?" he whispered uncertainly as he lowered his face to hers. Kissing her slowly at first, then more passionately, Harry could feel her heart beat get faster. Hermione moaned and pulled Harry so he lay above her. She broke off the kiss and looked into Harry's eyes. Running a hand through Harry's black hair she smiled and started to move her hips, grinding into him. Balancing himself on one hand, he pulled up Hermione's skirt. "No." she breathed. Harry stopped and looked at her. "You don't want to?" He asked, slightly annoyed. "I do, but I want this to be done properly." Hermione reached out and slowly started to remove Harry's robes. Harry sat back and watched as she undressed him, and then she waited for him to undress her. Carefully he removed each layer of clothing, kissing the new exposed skin gently before moving onto the next item. Hermione ran her hands down his chest and smiled. "I love you Harry Potter." She whispered before pulling him down on top of her.
Hermione layed silently beside Harry as the sun began to set outside. Hermione sighed and traced Harry's muscles as he stroked her hair. "You ok?" He asked. He could see the pain on her face when he had first entered her, and a few times she had told him to slow down because he was going to hard and fast. Hermione smiled and snuggled in closer to him. "I'm fine." She said and kissed him softly, "I love you harry." She murmured as she drifted off the sleep in his arms. "I love you too Hermione."
Jennifer layed in her bed alone in her room, surrounded by black and blood red candles. Their bright yellow flames stood tall and didn't weaver from the wind that swirled around her. Her hair layed motionless except for the rhythmic strokes made by invisible hands that lovingly caressed it Jennifer smiled and stroked the air, hugging close to what appeared to be empty air, but there was a dent in the bed where someone invisible was laying. Jennifer smiled and snuggled in closer to no one "I'm fine." She said and kissed the air softly, "I love you Harry." She murmured as she drifted off the sleep in his invisible arms.