Journey
A/N sry 4 the wait, ran outta ideas! I also am sry 4 not updating when I said I would, lol. I'll be faster with the updates, I promise. THANKS 4 REVIEWING!
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"Let's start out with something easy," Hermione said to Harry and Ron as they walked down the stairs with their suitcases. It was the day they'd be leaving for France, and Hermione was teaching them some French. "Bonjour, or Salut, means hi, or hello. Best say bonjour to strangers, as it's a more proper way."
"Uh..right," Harry said, still confused.
"Well, you'll get it sooner or later. Let's try something else," Hermione said, while thinking. "Comment ca va means 'how are you?', and you'd answer in either comme ce comme ca (sp?), Pas Terrible, ca va, or bof. Though, bof means whatever, so, that's not a really great first impression."
"Heh, bof. That's a neat word..I like it..bof," Ron said, laughing a little, as did Harry and Hermione. They were happy that he was less depressed, or so they thought. Since that terrible day, Ron was still slitting his wrists, but he can't stop himself. When he is sad, angry, or nervous, he usually gets the knife, but after he cuts himself, he gets his wand and heals the wounds. He never means to hurt himself; he just does. Today, though, the Weasley, Harry, and Hermione were headed off to France. Since the compartments were small, and could only fit 2 people, though very tightly, inside, everyone got their own. Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley shared one, and so did Fred and George. As soon they got to the station, they went to go find ttheir compartments. Ron's was across from Hermione's, and Harry's was next to Ron's, so that ment Hermione needed to keep an eye out for Ron. She sat down in the small compartment, and looked out the tiny window. This was going to be a long ride, especially since there wasn't anyone to talk to. Just then, there was a knock on her door.
"Come in," Hermione said, without looking at who it was from the window. When she did look, she saw Ron. "Hey, Ron, what's up?"
"Well, I don't trust myself at the moment," he said, giving her a you- know-what-I-mean look, which she understood instantly.
"You'd better stay her a while, then," she told him, and he sat down. They were in silence when Harry knocked on the door.
"Oh, there you are, Ron. Just wondering," he said, and left.
"Well, that was weird," Hermione smiled, along with Ron, who hardly smiled. 'She can really make me happy' Ron thought.
"Ron..I need to ask you something. You promise to answer?" Hermione said to him.
"Depends on what you ask," Ron replied, making Hermione sighed.
"Well..the time you were in the basement..and all those marks on your wrist..did you try to kill yourself?" she asked him. He looked up at her, but didn't say anything. Hermione begged him with her eyes and he looked at the floor.
"Well, I said I would tell you when we were in France..I guess this is close enough," he said, then paused. "Yes..I tried to kill myself that day..and many days before that, aswell."
"Why?" Hermione asked, while her eyes were huge in shock.
"Sad, depressed, angry..it just..releases the pain, somehow. I know it sounds weird, and all, but it does," Ron said. Hermione sat there for a second, taking it all in, and then got up to give him a hug.
"Ron, if you ever feel the urge to..to try to do that again, just come to Harry or me. We can help you," Hrmione said, while silently crying. She was hoping he wasn't trying to kill himself, even if the clues said so. Ron, too, was crying. He couldn't believe that they cared if he tried killing himself. The only thing that went through his mind was them forgetting him. Hermione and Ron pulled apart, and were staring into eachother's eyes. They were leaning in to kiss. . .suddenly, the train stopped, causing Hermione to fall forward onto Ron. That was when Harry came in.
"Oops, didn't mean to come in at a bad moment," he said, while smiling. Quickly, they got up and seated themselves.
"The train just stopped, and I flew forward, that's all," Hermione said, blushing. "He's like a brother to me, so don't think so sickly, Harry." She smiled at it, to tell him she wasn't mad, but what she said wasn't true though. In a way, it was, but she loved Ron more than that. She wanted to marry him, to have him, but she wasn't sure he wanted her. And if his urges of death don't stop, she might not have him, even as a friend.
Ron sat there, looking at the floor. 'Just a brother to her?' he thought. 'Then again, why would she like someone too poor for anything?'. He looked around for a sharp object, and remembered what he had in his pocket. He couldn't get it out in front of them, because they'd take it away, but since they were already in France, he could stale and say he needed to use the restroom. When they, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George got off the train, Ron said he needed to use the restroom.
"I need to use it aswell," Harry said, following Ron. He knew quiet well that Ron didn't need to go, so that made him suspect. When he got in, there was no sign of Ron.
"Ron?" Harry said, but no answer. That's when he panicked. Ron, though, then came into the bathroom. "There you are! Where were you?"
"No where," Ron replied, not looking up. He went into the stall, and took out his wand. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' he though, and healed the cut. It didn't seem like the pain would ever go away. When Ron was done, he and Harry left, and went looking for the rest. Harry kept watching him carefully, and tried to see if he saw any new cuts. When they found the others, they left for the hotel. Since it was so close, they walked, even if the bags they had to carry were heavy.
"Oh, it's such a beautiful place! I'm surprised we got so much for so little," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Hermione, do you need any help?" Ron asked her. She had a ton of bags to carry.
"Nope, I'm fine, but thanks anyways," she said, but Ron didn't take no for an answer.
"No, really, Hermione, I can take something," he saidm and she gave in. He took the one she was having the most trouble with, and they kept walking. 'He's so nice and helpful' Hermione thought, as she watched him. 'Why can't I have him?'. Finally, they turned the corner only to stop in front of a huge hotel. It was more than 30 stories high, and ever room had a balcony. In the middle of a grassy area around the hotel,
"There's the place we're stayin at! Let's check in," Mrs. Weasley said, and they entered the building. Hermione looked over at Ron, who looked over at her. Quickly, they looked away, but both were smiling. 'What a long trip this'll be' they both thought, as they walked to their rooms.
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A/N I wasn't sure whether 2 put them together yet. I was like, "Should they kiss?" then I thought "Maybe not..wait..THEY CAN HAVE AN AWKWARD MOMENT" lol, I'm so weird. PLZ REVIEW!! AND I'LL HAVE THE NEXT CHAPPY UP SOON!
A/N sry 4 the wait, ran outta ideas! I also am sry 4 not updating when I said I would, lol. I'll be faster with the updates, I promise. THANKS 4 REVIEWING!
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"Let's start out with something easy," Hermione said to Harry and Ron as they walked down the stairs with their suitcases. It was the day they'd be leaving for France, and Hermione was teaching them some French. "Bonjour, or Salut, means hi, or hello. Best say bonjour to strangers, as it's a more proper way."
"Uh..right," Harry said, still confused.
"Well, you'll get it sooner or later. Let's try something else," Hermione said, while thinking. "Comment ca va means 'how are you?', and you'd answer in either comme ce comme ca (sp?), Pas Terrible, ca va, or bof. Though, bof means whatever, so, that's not a really great first impression."
"Heh, bof. That's a neat word..I like it..bof," Ron said, laughing a little, as did Harry and Hermione. They were happy that he was less depressed, or so they thought. Since that terrible day, Ron was still slitting his wrists, but he can't stop himself. When he is sad, angry, or nervous, he usually gets the knife, but after he cuts himself, he gets his wand and heals the wounds. He never means to hurt himself; he just does. Today, though, the Weasley, Harry, and Hermione were headed off to France. Since the compartments were small, and could only fit 2 people, though very tightly, inside, everyone got their own. Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley shared one, and so did Fred and George. As soon they got to the station, they went to go find ttheir compartments. Ron's was across from Hermione's, and Harry's was next to Ron's, so that ment Hermione needed to keep an eye out for Ron. She sat down in the small compartment, and looked out the tiny window. This was going to be a long ride, especially since there wasn't anyone to talk to. Just then, there was a knock on her door.
"Come in," Hermione said, without looking at who it was from the window. When she did look, she saw Ron. "Hey, Ron, what's up?"
"Well, I don't trust myself at the moment," he said, giving her a you- know-what-I-mean look, which she understood instantly.
"You'd better stay her a while, then," she told him, and he sat down. They were in silence when Harry knocked on the door.
"Oh, there you are, Ron. Just wondering," he said, and left.
"Well, that was weird," Hermione smiled, along with Ron, who hardly smiled. 'She can really make me happy' Ron thought.
"Ron..I need to ask you something. You promise to answer?" Hermione said to him.
"Depends on what you ask," Ron replied, making Hermione sighed.
"Well..the time you were in the basement..and all those marks on your wrist..did you try to kill yourself?" she asked him. He looked up at her, but didn't say anything. Hermione begged him with her eyes and he looked at the floor.
"Well, I said I would tell you when we were in France..I guess this is close enough," he said, then paused. "Yes..I tried to kill myself that day..and many days before that, aswell."
"Why?" Hermione asked, while her eyes were huge in shock.
"Sad, depressed, angry..it just..releases the pain, somehow. I know it sounds weird, and all, but it does," Ron said. Hermione sat there for a second, taking it all in, and then got up to give him a hug.
"Ron, if you ever feel the urge to..to try to do that again, just come to Harry or me. We can help you," Hrmione said, while silently crying. She was hoping he wasn't trying to kill himself, even if the clues said so. Ron, too, was crying. He couldn't believe that they cared if he tried killing himself. The only thing that went through his mind was them forgetting him. Hermione and Ron pulled apart, and were staring into eachother's eyes. They were leaning in to kiss. . .suddenly, the train stopped, causing Hermione to fall forward onto Ron. That was when Harry came in.
"Oops, didn't mean to come in at a bad moment," he said, while smiling. Quickly, they got up and seated themselves.
"The train just stopped, and I flew forward, that's all," Hermione said, blushing. "He's like a brother to me, so don't think so sickly, Harry." She smiled at it, to tell him she wasn't mad, but what she said wasn't true though. In a way, it was, but she loved Ron more than that. She wanted to marry him, to have him, but she wasn't sure he wanted her. And if his urges of death don't stop, she might not have him, even as a friend.
Ron sat there, looking at the floor. 'Just a brother to her?' he thought. 'Then again, why would she like someone too poor for anything?'. He looked around for a sharp object, and remembered what he had in his pocket. He couldn't get it out in front of them, because they'd take it away, but since they were already in France, he could stale and say he needed to use the restroom. When they, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George got off the train, Ron said he needed to use the restroom.
"I need to use it aswell," Harry said, following Ron. He knew quiet well that Ron didn't need to go, so that made him suspect. When he got in, there was no sign of Ron.
"Ron?" Harry said, but no answer. That's when he panicked. Ron, though, then came into the bathroom. "There you are! Where were you?"
"No where," Ron replied, not looking up. He went into the stall, and took out his wand. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' he though, and healed the cut. It didn't seem like the pain would ever go away. When Ron was done, he and Harry left, and went looking for the rest. Harry kept watching him carefully, and tried to see if he saw any new cuts. When they found the others, they left for the hotel. Since it was so close, they walked, even if the bags they had to carry were heavy.
"Oh, it's such a beautiful place! I'm surprised we got so much for so little," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Hermione, do you need any help?" Ron asked her. She had a ton of bags to carry.
"Nope, I'm fine, but thanks anyways," she said, but Ron didn't take no for an answer.
"No, really, Hermione, I can take something," he saidm and she gave in. He took the one she was having the most trouble with, and they kept walking. 'He's so nice and helpful' Hermione thought, as she watched him. 'Why can't I have him?'. Finally, they turned the corner only to stop in front of a huge hotel. It was more than 30 stories high, and ever room had a balcony. In the middle of a grassy area around the hotel,
"There's the place we're stayin at! Let's check in," Mrs. Weasley said, and they entered the building. Hermione looked over at Ron, who looked over at her. Quickly, they looked away, but both were smiling. 'What a long trip this'll be' they both thought, as they walked to their rooms.
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A/N I wasn't sure whether 2 put them together yet. I was like, "Should they kiss?" then I thought "Maybe not..wait..THEY CAN HAVE AN AWKWARD MOMENT" lol, I'm so weird. PLZ REVIEW!! AND I'LL HAVE THE NEXT CHAPPY UP SOON!