Chapter4: He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named

January was drawing to a close. Ron and I lie down in the snow, my head pillowed against his shoulder and both of us breathless with laughter.

  Harry and Hermione lay several feet away covered in snow and utterly defeated. Ron rolled onto his side so he was leaning over me. I smiled up at him. I knew I must look ridiculous, my cheeks were red from the cold and my hair was matted with snow. My scarf had disappeared during the war as well as my ear muffs. I watch his eyes move over my face. He seemed to be trying to remember every detail. His eyes sparkled with fading laughter, his cheeks were bright pink from the cold and his flaming red hair was wet with melted snow.

            He leaned down and pressed is lips against mine quickly.

I blinked surprise, "What was that for?"

            He kissed me again, "To make sure your real."

Bangs fell into his eyes and I reached out and brushed them away.

            "You so beautiful," he said, "You just seem to good to be true."

I felt a pang a guilt but didn't let it show.

            "Every morning I wake up and wonder everything had been a dream."

  I pulled his head down and kissed him pouring every emotion I held for him in it. I knew if he kept talking I would spill everything.

            Would it be that bad? I thought, I would die, Voldemort wouldn't let me live. I'll die, a thousand deaths I'll die if Ron ever found out. I pushed that thought away and concentrated on Ron whose hands were tangling in my hair and lips trailing my jaw. I gasped when he bit lightly on my ear. He chuckled and leaned back looking at me.

            "Have you ever had a boy friend before me?"

I grinned, "And what if I did?"

            "How many? So I know how many to curse for letting you go."

I smiled, "No Ron, I've never had time for a boyfriend."

            He leaned down and nuzzled my neck making me giggle.

            "Good, "he said, his voice muffled against my neck, 'All mine."

I laughed and pushed him away, "RON!"

            "What?" he said attempting an innocent look.

            "I'm not a toy."

He grinned, "You sure?"

            "Yes!"

"But I know all the right buttons to push."

I raised my eyebrows, "Excuse me?"

            He leaned over me again, "If I kiss you here," he kissed my cheek, "You'll frown."

            He was right, I frowned, "You don't like that, you prefer, here."

He kissed my lips long and slow. I let out a low moan.

            "And you moaned, just like I knew you would."

I groaned.

            "If I kiss you here, " He kissed by my ear, sending a shiver through my body, there was a grin in his voice, "You shiver with desire."

            "Then, if I nibble here," he nibbled on my ear, again I gasped, "You gasp with passion."

            I moaned, "Okay, you win."

   He chuckled deep in his throat, "Oh, I don't think I've proven my point."

He trailed kisses down my neck, I sighed and closed my eyes with pleasure.

            "All the right buttons," he murmured, before kissing my lips again.

I smiled against his mouth then pushed him on his back and rolling on top of him.

            "But you have your own buttons too."

He lifted an eye brow, "Oh really?"

            I grinned, "Yup."

I trailed the tip of my finger across his lips, "Here, and" I touched in a sensitive spot behind his ear, "here," I grinned, "and here." I dropped my hand to his waist and began tickling him.

            His face with from surprise to painful laughter. He gripped my hands and rolled on top of me, pinning me to snow.

            He opened his mouth, but what he was going to say was lost in a face full of snow. He looked up and growled, "Malfoy."

            He stood up pulling me up with him still glaring at Malfoy.

            Malfoy and his goons stood laughing.

"Sorry Weasly, The entertainment was fun, but I thought to give the girl time to settle her stomach."       

            I was mortified, he was watching?!

Ron turned red, "Malfoy, just because attention from you sends a girls stomach on the fritz doesn't mean every female can't stand a male."

  It was Malfoy's turn to turn red, "I've had more girls then you Weasly-"

 Ron snorted, "That's because they can't stand you after one night. I've kept a girl longer then you."

            "Because they haven't had me yet."

Ron looked disgusted, "Women aren't idiots Malfoy. They don't live on the thought of the next mans bed. Unlike you."

            Malfoy sputtered before he could retort Ron took my hand and led me back into the school.

            We stopped by the kitchen and picked up some pasties and a jug of pumpkin juice before secluding ourselves in Chandra's room. She had been quite since Malfoy. Her thoughts seemed to be somewhere else. 

            We sat down on the chairs placed before the fire. She stared into the fire unblinking. I finished a glass of  juice then just watched the fire make shadows on her face.

I watched the fire shifted and change shapes. At Ron's insistence I had taken the day off of reading through the books and played in the snow. Now I was remembering. I watched Ron out of the corner of my eye, and my determination swelled.

            I didn't want to see the betrayal in his eyes for what I was supposed to do, but I could die with him hating me for lying.

            I turned to Ron. He looked deep in his thoughts as well. I moved from my chair and knelt before him.

            "Ron." I said.

He blink as if only then realizing I was there. He smiled, and ran his knuckles down the side of my face.

            "Yeah?"

            I looked down at were my hands rested on his knees.

"I can't keep doing this."

            "Doing what?"

"Lying to you."

            His hand stilled, "What do you mean."

I mustered as much hatred in my face as I could then looked up at him.

" I don't love you. I never loved you. I've only been acting. You were a good pass time, and made my search easier." I stood up walked to were the table with all the books were.

 My heart pounded in my chest and I resisted the tears in my eyes.

" I'm leaving tomorrow so I don't have to look at you anymore."

There was silence, but when he spoke his voice was filled with anger and anguish.

            "Chandra, if this is about you becoming a spider again, don't worry about it. I'll wait for you to become human again. I'll continue to search. Please, don't do this."

            I shoved all the books off the desk and rounded on him, "Stop being naïve! Ron I'm sick looking at you. I'm sick of acting like you mean something to me. I want to forget about you and everything else."

            I held back a sob and continued to glare at him.

 He stepped forward and gripped my arms, "Chandra, what are you talking about? What's wrong? Did I do something? I love you, tell me what's going on."

            I glared at him, "You love someone I'm not. It was all an act Ron." I sneered at him, "A bet between me and Malfoy, how long would it take for you to fall for me." That was a lie, I'd never talked to Malfoy, but then so was everything else.

            Ron's face turned red and anger flashed in his eyes, "I see, well then, if you don't need me anymore." He stalked out slamming the door behind him.

            I melted to my knees. I couldn't cry. I stared into the fire, the reality of what I had done sinking in.

            I would leave tomorrow, that much I could do, for Ron, for me.

I was getting out. I couldn't do it anymore. Voldemort wanted to much and I didn't owe him it. I had to get off Hogwarts grounds and I had to do it before I told Ron I didn't mean anything I said.

            I stood at the station staring out into the mountains. The sun would rise soon. I blinked back the tears that threatened to fall.

            Ron would find someone else and forget about me. Voldemort would find me, I wasn't going to fool myself into thinking I could hide. Without any family I couldn't trust anyone to be a secret keeper.

            Family, the thought reminded me of something. Dumbledore! He still thought I was his niece!

            When I had first arrived at Hogwarts I had placed a spell on the Headmaster. He was to unaware to block it. It wasn't a memory charm, because it didn't block anything. It was a spell to put memories where they weren't. I wouldn't have been able to get books from the restricted section if I hadn't.

            All this time Ron's been helping me learn spells while he thought he was helping me find a spell that didn't exists. I really was an animungus, the flashy light had been a spell I preformed while transforming, which was why I had fainted.

            The sun's first rays were beginning to peak above the mountains. I couldn't go back and reverse the spell.

            I jumped at a sudden noise that sounded like a gun going off. I whirled around and felt my blood run cold. At the end of the platform stood a dark figure in dark flowing robes. His red eyes glowed with anger. I shivered and took a step back. I suddenly hit the wall painfully then he was standing in front of me his cold long fingers closed around my neck.

            "I would have sent one of my Death Eaters, but this was to important." He said calmly.

            I tried to swallow but his grip was to tight.

            "Now if I didn't know better I would say you were running away."

I opened my mouth but he continued.

            "Do you have any idea how little effort it would be to kill you."

In his free hand a small glowing orb appeared. My eyes widened and I gasped. He looked at it then back a me, a sneer making his face even more frightening.

            "Now, you will do exactly as I told you. I want Potter and I want him today."

Today was a Hogsmeade trip.

I glared, "No."

His grip tightened cutting off my air supply.

"You will do exactly as I say or you will not live."

"I don't care." I rasped.

He smirked, "Don't lie to me. I'm the Lord of Lies. You care very much, you care so much, that you are going to go back to Hogwarts and finish out the show."

His grip loosened but he did not let go, "Your little boyfriend, "I flinched which made him smirk broader, "will welcome you with open arms."

            His smirk disappeared and was replaced by a look that sent a shiver of fear down my spine. "Don't try me. You've done very well up to now. You're almost done, and then I'll give you exactly what I've said."

            "Chandra!"

"No!" I whispered in horror.

Ron, Harry and Hermione appeared at the end of the platform.

            "Well, this does change things." Voldemort said with delight.

"Let her go." Harry and Ron said at the same time.

            Voldemort pulled me in front of him. Fear filled me, I knew what was coming next.

            "Ron, go! Get out of here!"

Voldemort back handed me sending my word spinning, "Shut up."

"Since you two are intent on playing the knight in shinning armor. Come, rescue her from the dragon. I'll even make it easy for you. Follow the sun, you'll find the castle, come rescue your maiden Weasly."

            "No, Ron." I cried as he pulled me back, "Don't come after me Ron. Please!"

He responded by running towards us.

I watched as they faded out of existence in horror. My wand clattered to the floor though I don't remember letting it go. I fell to my knees my gaze never wavered from where she had stood.

            "Ron." I heard Harry say.

I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. She was gone, and Voldemort had her.

            "Ron." This time it was Hermione.

There was a loud crack and my head flew to the side, the side of my face stung. I looked up in surprise. Hermione stood glaring down at me

            "Get up Ron. You aren't going to save Chandra by sitting there."

I stood up, "He's got her. He'll kill her!"

"Not until he has us." Harry said.

            I looked at Harry.

He smiled, "Well, sooner or later I was going to have to face him. Might as well be while saving the only girl who can render my best friend witless."

I smiled.

            "Will you two stop chatting and lets go. If we're going to get there we better get moving."

            I turned back to Hermione and was surprised to see Hermione holding three brooms, one being Harry's Firebolt.

She grinned and held out our brooms, "Lets go."

      I took my broom and with my two best friends set out to save the girl I couldn't live without.

A/N: *grins* I love being evil! So, next up, Into the Dragons Lair, ooooh. Really, my only problem is, do I want to kill her at the end or not, and should Harry survive?

            TTYL