Episode 5 : The New Neighbour
( A/N : Here you go guys, the first chapter to the newest episode of Attractions, enjoy.)
Ron was filled with both sadness and anger. He didn't know about either of their presences but never the less they were both there. The sadness sat at the bottom of his bowls, paralysed, unable to come out. The anger however gradually increased as the train made it's way to the London station. Sure Ron had been able to pretend to be happy in front of Hermione but now as the thoughts had time to flow through his mind so did the anger have time to move up his body. It had started, like his sadness, in his bowls but had gradually made it was up to his stomach making him feel sick, and up into his throat. As he reached the station it had arrived in his mouth and he was forced to apperate to the apartment leaving Harry all alone at the station in front of a puzzled group of Muggles. Most stared for a while then shook their heads deciding they had drank to much coffee. Harry didn't bother to erase their memories, he merely walked home.
As Ron arrived in the apartment the anger seemed to be steaming out of his ears. He could no longer retain it and had to let it loose. If Jerald had been present he would have commented that Ron had turned into The Hulk except with out the green. Ron had first picked up the fruit bowl and threw it straight through the upstairs window and then he had put his foot straight through his TV set. He then marched into Hermione's room and did something that looked symbolic but was in fact rage, anger and now sadness made it's way up, he ripped the banner he had made straight in half and began pulling down and ripping up the ribbons, bows and flowers. Soon the room matched Ron's mood exactly, confetti like pieces sprayed all over the floor, some of Hermione's possessions broken and flowers all over the place, his hands bleeding from the rose thorns, bits of glass stuck in his shoe. He stopped in the middle of throwing a rose at the window. The sadness had reached his infamous fiery red hair and the anger had faded away to nothing.
Slowly he slid down the bedroom wall until his knees blocked his view of the mess he had caused. He cried. Full tears rolling down his now flushed cheeks. But he did not stay where he was for too long, Harry would be home soon and he not only didn't feel like talking to him but felt he couldn't. Felt the words would never make it out of his mouth. He would not see his Hermione for five months now and that hurt more than the ruining of his surprise or the fact that her new job meant that he would have to give up the life style he had become accustom to.
Ron wiped the tears for his face as best he could but they still flowed freely down his cheeks. He would have to tidy up before Harry got back and then he would go. Where, he did not know and it did not matter, he would have to figure that out later. Somewhere on his own was all he knew. Somewhere that took his mind of his love, Hermione.
( A/N : Sorry about the shortness of this chapter but I wanted to end it with that line and thought I might spoil the impact of what Ron has just done by carrying on with the other characters. MJM)
( A/N : Here you go guys, the first chapter to the newest episode of Attractions, enjoy.)
Ron was filled with both sadness and anger. He didn't know about either of their presences but never the less they were both there. The sadness sat at the bottom of his bowls, paralysed, unable to come out. The anger however gradually increased as the train made it's way to the London station. Sure Ron had been able to pretend to be happy in front of Hermione but now as the thoughts had time to flow through his mind so did the anger have time to move up his body. It had started, like his sadness, in his bowls but had gradually made it was up to his stomach making him feel sick, and up into his throat. As he reached the station it had arrived in his mouth and he was forced to apperate to the apartment leaving Harry all alone at the station in front of a puzzled group of Muggles. Most stared for a while then shook their heads deciding they had drank to much coffee. Harry didn't bother to erase their memories, he merely walked home.
As Ron arrived in the apartment the anger seemed to be steaming out of his ears. He could no longer retain it and had to let it loose. If Jerald had been present he would have commented that Ron had turned into The Hulk except with out the green. Ron had first picked up the fruit bowl and threw it straight through the upstairs window and then he had put his foot straight through his TV set. He then marched into Hermione's room and did something that looked symbolic but was in fact rage, anger and now sadness made it's way up, he ripped the banner he had made straight in half and began pulling down and ripping up the ribbons, bows and flowers. Soon the room matched Ron's mood exactly, confetti like pieces sprayed all over the floor, some of Hermione's possessions broken and flowers all over the place, his hands bleeding from the rose thorns, bits of glass stuck in his shoe. He stopped in the middle of throwing a rose at the window. The sadness had reached his infamous fiery red hair and the anger had faded away to nothing.
Slowly he slid down the bedroom wall until his knees blocked his view of the mess he had caused. He cried. Full tears rolling down his now flushed cheeks. But he did not stay where he was for too long, Harry would be home soon and he not only didn't feel like talking to him but felt he couldn't. Felt the words would never make it out of his mouth. He would not see his Hermione for five months now and that hurt more than the ruining of his surprise or the fact that her new job meant that he would have to give up the life style he had become accustom to.
Ron wiped the tears for his face as best he could but they still flowed freely down his cheeks. He would have to tidy up before Harry got back and then he would go. Where, he did not know and it did not matter, he would have to figure that out later. Somewhere on his own was all he knew. Somewhere that took his mind of his love, Hermione.
( A/N : Sorry about the shortness of this chapter but I wanted to end it with that line and thought I might spoil the impact of what Ron has just done by carrying on with the other characters. MJM)