After sitting out on the porch for an hour Hermione started to get
cold and decided to go inside and see what she could put together for
dinner. As she riffled through the fridge she knew she'd have to go into
town and buy something besides the custard and celery that lay in the
fridge already. She grabbed the extra pair of keys to the small Moped and
slipped the 20 Euro note from the kitchen table her father had left in case
of emergencies into the front pocket of her jean floods. Hermione pulled
down her father's Paine Webber sweatshirt from the hook and yanked it over
her head. As she began walking out the front door towards the shed where
the Moped was parked she wondered why her father had a sweatshirt from a
stock company. Seeing as she couldn't really care as long as the thing was
comfy and warm she put the thought aside and managed to jump start the
pathetic Moped into gear and started down the mile long road that lead to
the nearest "town".
Now I'm sure most people would love to speed down a long road lined with tall pine trees that looked as if they were out of a movie set with the crisp almost autumn air nipping at your face and whipping through your sweatshirt but to Hermione this was sheer hell. The sky was looking a bit too dark to be 6 o'clock and the dark clouds above were not helping her mood at all. She was frigid cold and she wanted to be home in London wrapped up in her down comforter that her parents wouldn't let her bring. She couldn't talk to anyone seeing as her owl, Rhodes, hadn't been around when they left and, she had her broomstick! The only problem was her parents told her they wouldn't let her visit anyone so she had to go tonight if she wanted to visit someone. The person closest was probably Lavender or Ginny and seeing as she didn't want to be reminded of that bastard Ron, she'd go see Lavender.
She didn't really know what made Ron become a Death Eater. Yup, a Death Eater, it was one of the biggest scandals of 6th year. "Poor Harry" had gone through so much and when his best friend was found to be a death eater it really "ate at his heart". * No one thought that I was hurt even more. I was the one that found that fucking mark on his arm before we had sex. I was the one that came running down the boy's dormitory stairs with only a skirt and bra on, crying and screaming into a crowded common room. Of course Harry had no idea what was wrong so he tried covering me up until I stuttered out "Ron .mark.sex. death.dorm.eater." Of course being Harry, I saw his ears go burning red and he ran past me and thundered up the stairs where Ron was probably awaiting his death. Parvati, Lavender and Ginny all surrounded me with a blanket and took me up to my dorm without even asking a single question. It was one of the hardest moments in my life and those girls gave me more strength and patience then I ever dreamed of. By the end of the night they knew the whole story and we all had to hold Ginny back from killing her brother. Ron was disowned from his family and I think he's living with Gregory Goyle and his family as of right now. It's slightly strange hanging around the Burrow. I'm always reminded of Ron and I remember the good times and sometimes I knock on his door to tell him it's time for dinner until I remember he's gone. I mean what am I supposed to do? He told me he still cared for me but I mean he's a DEATH EATER. The definition of one means to kill MUGGLEBORNS, I'm a muggleborn. I just, I give up. I think that's why Ron became a death eater. He was over showered by all of us. Especially Harry. I always thought it was rather cliché that people thought Ron or I would do something drastic because we were over showered by Harry but I never thought it would come true and I never thought it would be, Ron. It seems so unreal that happened. I can't stand to look at Harry anymore. I don't know why, hell, it's just so confusing. Sometimes when I look over at Harry he's already looking at me glaring and when I look in his eyes I see things that make me feel as if it's my fault that Ron broke apart from us. I won't let anyone think as well as myself think that. I didn't do anything wrong. When Ron and I dated we hardly ever argued, even though people would bet that we would but we didn't. We spent time with Harry and everyone else but we took time for each other as well. I don't know why Ron would turn to that man, but he did and we can't change that. I think Ron made a mistake, a very terrible mistake, and now he has to deal with that unfortunately but, he does and we're not a part of his life anymore.*
Now I'm sure most people would love to speed down a long road lined with tall pine trees that looked as if they were out of a movie set with the crisp almost autumn air nipping at your face and whipping through your sweatshirt but to Hermione this was sheer hell. The sky was looking a bit too dark to be 6 o'clock and the dark clouds above were not helping her mood at all. She was frigid cold and she wanted to be home in London wrapped up in her down comforter that her parents wouldn't let her bring. She couldn't talk to anyone seeing as her owl, Rhodes, hadn't been around when they left and, she had her broomstick! The only problem was her parents told her they wouldn't let her visit anyone so she had to go tonight if she wanted to visit someone. The person closest was probably Lavender or Ginny and seeing as she didn't want to be reminded of that bastard Ron, she'd go see Lavender.
She didn't really know what made Ron become a Death Eater. Yup, a Death Eater, it was one of the biggest scandals of 6th year. "Poor Harry" had gone through so much and when his best friend was found to be a death eater it really "ate at his heart". * No one thought that I was hurt even more. I was the one that found that fucking mark on his arm before we had sex. I was the one that came running down the boy's dormitory stairs with only a skirt and bra on, crying and screaming into a crowded common room. Of course Harry had no idea what was wrong so he tried covering me up until I stuttered out "Ron .mark.sex. death.dorm.eater." Of course being Harry, I saw his ears go burning red and he ran past me and thundered up the stairs where Ron was probably awaiting his death. Parvati, Lavender and Ginny all surrounded me with a blanket and took me up to my dorm without even asking a single question. It was one of the hardest moments in my life and those girls gave me more strength and patience then I ever dreamed of. By the end of the night they knew the whole story and we all had to hold Ginny back from killing her brother. Ron was disowned from his family and I think he's living with Gregory Goyle and his family as of right now. It's slightly strange hanging around the Burrow. I'm always reminded of Ron and I remember the good times and sometimes I knock on his door to tell him it's time for dinner until I remember he's gone. I mean what am I supposed to do? He told me he still cared for me but I mean he's a DEATH EATER. The definition of one means to kill MUGGLEBORNS, I'm a muggleborn. I just, I give up. I think that's why Ron became a death eater. He was over showered by all of us. Especially Harry. I always thought it was rather cliché that people thought Ron or I would do something drastic because we were over showered by Harry but I never thought it would come true and I never thought it would be, Ron. It seems so unreal that happened. I can't stand to look at Harry anymore. I don't know why, hell, it's just so confusing. Sometimes when I look over at Harry he's already looking at me glaring and when I look in his eyes I see things that make me feel as if it's my fault that Ron broke apart from us. I won't let anyone think as well as myself think that. I didn't do anything wrong. When Ron and I dated we hardly ever argued, even though people would bet that we would but we didn't. We spent time with Harry and everyone else but we took time for each other as well. I don't know why Ron would turn to that man, but he did and we can't change that. I think Ron made a mistake, a very terrible mistake, and now he has to deal with that unfortunately but, he does and we're not a part of his life anymore.*