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Moonstruck After Death
Monkeyshine and Moonstruck
Willow looked up as she felt something fly past her; she could barely make out the form of a transparent Peeves. He was dropping bags of rotten vegetables and small knives that turned into feathers about half a foot away from other objects upon the students. She giggled as they screamed and shouted, jumping around and wiping vegetable juice and feathers off of their new school robes.
Her eyes flew over the many people entering; she saw a few familiar faces: Hanna Abbott, Dean Thomas, Justin Finch-Flechly, Ginny Weasly, and Draco Malfoy. She grimaced as the snob's eyes met hers; she could still remember all of the horrible things he'd done to her friends. Yet, search as she might she could not find Harry, Ron, or Hermionie. So, she glided over to her favorite fifth year: Ginny Weasly. "Hey Gin."
"Oh, why hello Willow." Ginny giggled as Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown were pelted by some particularly nasty tomatoes and lettuce heads; brushing it off in jerky movements accompanied by loud squeals of disgust.
"It's great to see you, you look great!" Willow called giddily. Boy was she glad to be back with kids her age (sort of).
"You too! Look, Willow, I've gotta' go before this gets nastier! I'll talk to you later, 'k?" She began to run off, holding up her robes and ducking her head.
"GINNY!" Willow hastily called after her. Ginny turned around and made eye contact. "Where's Harry?" Ginny shrugged casually; Willow, though, wouldn't have been surprised if the world just spontaneously stopped turning and a herd of centaurs trampled her in the midst of this mob. "Ok, do you know where Ron is then?" Ginny nodded, and pointed to the doors of the great hall, where Willow just caught a glimpse of the flaming red hair as Ron made a quick exit. "THANKS GIN!" Willow waved again and noticed with some large amount of happiness that Ginny had gone off and linked hands with Colin Creevy. After that, Willow rushed out of the great hall after Ron.
He was right at the bottom of the first stairwell, at the end of the hallway. "RON!" She called, speeding up. "Hey! Ron!" He just kept walking at a quick tempo, avoiding her. 'Maybe he didn't hear me,' she thought, not particularly put off. She just flew in front of him, "Hey Ron," she smiled. Ron just grimaced, and walked through her, providing them both with a rather odd sensation. She stopped, and bit her lip; what was that? Had he been crying?
Without trying to talk to him again, she followed him all the way up to the Gryffindor sixth-year boy's dormitories. He jumped onto his bed and pulled the curtains closed; through them however, Willow could hear him sobbing.
She crossed the room, and stood outside his bed. "Ron?" She waited a while, "Ron?" raising her voice. "Fine, I'm coming in." She glided through the curtains and sat on his bed.
"What do you want?" he sobbed, not looking at her.
"I want to know what's wrong."
"Why?" he lifted his head, revealing puffy red patches around his eyes and nose.
At first, Willow was so startled to see his face that she couldn't speak. The silence grew longer, interrupted only by Ron sniffing. "Because, I thought we were friends."
"Oh, well..." he stopped and rubbed his nose. "Now I feel like a prat for getting so upset over it..."
"What?" she asked, putting a ghostly cold hand on his face. He drew a sharp breath. "You could never be an idiot..." this earned her a faint smile, "now please tell me what's wrong."
He just sat there for a few minutes, sniffing and looking at her like an embarrassed 6 year old. Willow really looked at him, biting her lip. Wow, he'd, well, grown a lot over the last summer. His face that had once held as many spots as it had freckles, had finally cleared up, leaving flawless slightly-tanned skin. His eyes seemed to have become brighter in the time between their past meetings; his blue eyes sparkled like sapphires. She noticed that his muscles had grown as well. Her mouth fell open, and for the death of her, she just couldn't remember how to close it.
"Well, I hadn't heard from Harry or Hermione all summer, and I figured it was just nothing, that they'd just been busy. But, then when I got onto the train, I spent almost the whole entire train ride looking for them. Then I finally found them, and they were all alone in a compartment, kissing. So then, I completely freaked out, and I didn't know what to do so I just started yelling. And it turns out that Harry had been at Hermione's house this whole summer, and that they're in love, and nothing makes sense anymore. In fact, I think the world would make more sense if Draco put on a dress and ran around singing "Henry the Eighth I Am"!" And as Ron's story unfolded his tears began to flow again and his head fell onto his knees. Willow's eyes remained as saucers and her jaw stayed hanging; Ron looked up, and asked "Willow? Did you hear any of that?"
Willow, still unable to remember how to close her jaw or how her vocal chords worked, simply nodded. Suddenly she shook her head and snapped out of her little trance. "Oh Ron! You're NOT being idiotic!" She threw herself at him, materializing enough to not pass through him so that she could hug him. "Oh Ron I wish I could make myself warm so that this was more comfortable on you! I'm so sorry!" She stroked the back of his red head gently. "So sorry..."
Now it was Ron's turn to have saucer-eyes. He'd never really been this close to a girl before; there was his mom, Ginny, even Hermione but they weren't GIRLS. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it. He shivered and was reminded of her coldness, which in turn reminded him that she was dead; and the tears welled up in his eyes once again for some inexplicable reason. He pulled away, "Thanks Willow, for being on my side, and for caring."
She looked into his eyes and sighed "I'll always care Ron."
"Ron? Hey, Ron, are you in here?" Neville called into the dorm room. "Ron, Hermione and Harry sent me up here. They're really upset; they really want to talk to you. Come on Ron, what's going on. Why aren't you guys talking?" Neville sounded confused and generally concerned.
"Ask them!" Ron replied, suddenly and loudly, making Willow jump.
They heard a loud thump outside, obviously it'd made Neville jump too, and being Neville, of course he fell over. Willow smiled at this image. They heard Neville pick himself up and leave the room.
Willow looked at Ron again and felt her chest grow colder, but she didn't know why. "Ron, for the record, I think that you should talk to them soon. You'll have to face them eventually." She gave him a small encouraging smile. "I'm going to go find them, if you need me, I won't be far." Then, on some strange impulse she leaned down and kissed his cheek. Then she quickly and silently flew through the wall that led to a drop off into the common room.
Quickly she found Neville, and pretending as though she hadn't just heard him trying to talk to Ron, came up to him. "Hey Nev. You seen Harry and Hermione?"
"Yeah, they're over there on the couch." He pointed, and sure enough, there they were.
"Thanks Nev." She flew over to say hello. "Hey Herm, Harry. How was your summer?"
"Oh, good." Hermione replied, sharing a not-to-secret smile with Harry.
"So, where's Ron, you guys are usually inseparable."
"Oh, we got into a bit of a spat on the train." Hermione seemed to be doing all of the talking here.
"Why?" Willow pushed it.
"Oh, something about being left out." Hermione said, "You know how Ron can get when he's jealous."
Willow desperately wanted to slap Hermione right then and there, but decided against it. "Well it couldn't possibly have anything to do with you two 'discretely' holding hands, would it?" Willow raised her eyebrows in challenge to Hermione. "You know, for someone so smart, you really do underestimate others."
**Well there we go, Chapter two, sorry for the LONG delay, but I've been trying to write a whole bunch of stories. I also had writers block for like two months straight. Hopefully that was satisfying for you. Love you lots, but I'll love you more if you review...**
Moonstruck After Death
Monkeyshine and Moonstruck
Willow looked up as she felt something fly past her; she could barely make out the form of a transparent Peeves. He was dropping bags of rotten vegetables and small knives that turned into feathers about half a foot away from other objects upon the students. She giggled as they screamed and shouted, jumping around and wiping vegetable juice and feathers off of their new school robes.
Her eyes flew over the many people entering; she saw a few familiar faces: Hanna Abbott, Dean Thomas, Justin Finch-Flechly, Ginny Weasly, and Draco Malfoy. She grimaced as the snob's eyes met hers; she could still remember all of the horrible things he'd done to her friends. Yet, search as she might she could not find Harry, Ron, or Hermionie. So, she glided over to her favorite fifth year: Ginny Weasly. "Hey Gin."
"Oh, why hello Willow." Ginny giggled as Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown were pelted by some particularly nasty tomatoes and lettuce heads; brushing it off in jerky movements accompanied by loud squeals of disgust.
"It's great to see you, you look great!" Willow called giddily. Boy was she glad to be back with kids her age (sort of).
"You too! Look, Willow, I've gotta' go before this gets nastier! I'll talk to you later, 'k?" She began to run off, holding up her robes and ducking her head.
"GINNY!" Willow hastily called after her. Ginny turned around and made eye contact. "Where's Harry?" Ginny shrugged casually; Willow, though, wouldn't have been surprised if the world just spontaneously stopped turning and a herd of centaurs trampled her in the midst of this mob. "Ok, do you know where Ron is then?" Ginny nodded, and pointed to the doors of the great hall, where Willow just caught a glimpse of the flaming red hair as Ron made a quick exit. "THANKS GIN!" Willow waved again and noticed with some large amount of happiness that Ginny had gone off and linked hands with Colin Creevy. After that, Willow rushed out of the great hall after Ron.
He was right at the bottom of the first stairwell, at the end of the hallway. "RON!" She called, speeding up. "Hey! Ron!" He just kept walking at a quick tempo, avoiding her. 'Maybe he didn't hear me,' she thought, not particularly put off. She just flew in front of him, "Hey Ron," she smiled. Ron just grimaced, and walked through her, providing them both with a rather odd sensation. She stopped, and bit her lip; what was that? Had he been crying?
Without trying to talk to him again, she followed him all the way up to the Gryffindor sixth-year boy's dormitories. He jumped onto his bed and pulled the curtains closed; through them however, Willow could hear him sobbing.
She crossed the room, and stood outside his bed. "Ron?" She waited a while, "Ron?" raising her voice. "Fine, I'm coming in." She glided through the curtains and sat on his bed.
"What do you want?" he sobbed, not looking at her.
"I want to know what's wrong."
"Why?" he lifted his head, revealing puffy red patches around his eyes and nose.
At first, Willow was so startled to see his face that she couldn't speak. The silence grew longer, interrupted only by Ron sniffing. "Because, I thought we were friends."
"Oh, well..." he stopped and rubbed his nose. "Now I feel like a prat for getting so upset over it..."
"What?" she asked, putting a ghostly cold hand on his face. He drew a sharp breath. "You could never be an idiot..." this earned her a faint smile, "now please tell me what's wrong."
He just sat there for a few minutes, sniffing and looking at her like an embarrassed 6 year old. Willow really looked at him, biting her lip. Wow, he'd, well, grown a lot over the last summer. His face that had once held as many spots as it had freckles, had finally cleared up, leaving flawless slightly-tanned skin. His eyes seemed to have become brighter in the time between their past meetings; his blue eyes sparkled like sapphires. She noticed that his muscles had grown as well. Her mouth fell open, and for the death of her, she just couldn't remember how to close it.
"Well, I hadn't heard from Harry or Hermione all summer, and I figured it was just nothing, that they'd just been busy. But, then when I got onto the train, I spent almost the whole entire train ride looking for them. Then I finally found them, and they were all alone in a compartment, kissing. So then, I completely freaked out, and I didn't know what to do so I just started yelling. And it turns out that Harry had been at Hermione's house this whole summer, and that they're in love, and nothing makes sense anymore. In fact, I think the world would make more sense if Draco put on a dress and ran around singing "Henry the Eighth I Am"!" And as Ron's story unfolded his tears began to flow again and his head fell onto his knees. Willow's eyes remained as saucers and her jaw stayed hanging; Ron looked up, and asked "Willow? Did you hear any of that?"
Willow, still unable to remember how to close her jaw or how her vocal chords worked, simply nodded. Suddenly she shook her head and snapped out of her little trance. "Oh Ron! You're NOT being idiotic!" She threw herself at him, materializing enough to not pass through him so that she could hug him. "Oh Ron I wish I could make myself warm so that this was more comfortable on you! I'm so sorry!" She stroked the back of his red head gently. "So sorry..."
Now it was Ron's turn to have saucer-eyes. He'd never really been this close to a girl before; there was his mom, Ginny, even Hermione but they weren't GIRLS. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it. He shivered and was reminded of her coldness, which in turn reminded him that she was dead; and the tears welled up in his eyes once again for some inexplicable reason. He pulled away, "Thanks Willow, for being on my side, and for caring."
She looked into his eyes and sighed "I'll always care Ron."
"Ron? Hey, Ron, are you in here?" Neville called into the dorm room. "Ron, Hermione and Harry sent me up here. They're really upset; they really want to talk to you. Come on Ron, what's going on. Why aren't you guys talking?" Neville sounded confused and generally concerned.
"Ask them!" Ron replied, suddenly and loudly, making Willow jump.
They heard a loud thump outside, obviously it'd made Neville jump too, and being Neville, of course he fell over. Willow smiled at this image. They heard Neville pick himself up and leave the room.
Willow looked at Ron again and felt her chest grow colder, but she didn't know why. "Ron, for the record, I think that you should talk to them soon. You'll have to face them eventually." She gave him a small encouraging smile. "I'm going to go find them, if you need me, I won't be far." Then, on some strange impulse she leaned down and kissed his cheek. Then she quickly and silently flew through the wall that led to a drop off into the common room.
Quickly she found Neville, and pretending as though she hadn't just heard him trying to talk to Ron, came up to him. "Hey Nev. You seen Harry and Hermione?"
"Yeah, they're over there on the couch." He pointed, and sure enough, there they were.
"Thanks Nev." She flew over to say hello. "Hey Herm, Harry. How was your summer?"
"Oh, good." Hermione replied, sharing a not-to-secret smile with Harry.
"So, where's Ron, you guys are usually inseparable."
"Oh, we got into a bit of a spat on the train." Hermione seemed to be doing all of the talking here.
"Why?" Willow pushed it.
"Oh, something about being left out." Hermione said, "You know how Ron can get when he's jealous."
Willow desperately wanted to slap Hermione right then and there, but decided against it. "Well it couldn't possibly have anything to do with you two 'discretely' holding hands, would it?" Willow raised her eyebrows in challenge to Hermione. "You know, for someone so smart, you really do underestimate others."
**Well there we go, Chapter two, sorry for the LONG delay, but I've been trying to write a whole bunch of stories. I also had writers block for like two months straight. Hopefully that was satisfying for you. Love you lots, but I'll love you more if you review...**