Chapter Three:
Ron was still dazed as they ran around the ship, chasing Tom Riddle. Hermione didn't seem in her right state, either. She started to look worried, and started to hurry and run too fast. She seemed far in thought, and was breathing very hard. She kept muttering about voices that Ron couldn't hear.
"Ron, I...I think we should just go back to our room." Hermione finally said as she rested against the wall, with her eyes closed. Ron watched her closely, starting to worry about her.
"Hermione, are you alright?"
Hermione didn't seem to hear him. "Hermione?"
"Huh? What? Oh, I'm sorry Ron. I'm...I'm just tired."
Hermione put her hand on her head and started to walk back to her room. Ron walked behind her, starting to get confused.
Ron didn't say anything about the kiss Hermione gave him as they got into bed, but it was constantly on his mind. As he pretended to look through the bag Dumbledore gave him, he shot nervous glances at Hermione. He suddenly felt very awkward to be there by himself with Hermione, without Harry there. He realized how dangerous it was that Tom tried to erase Hermione, or even take over her as he did with Ginny, and he had to keep her safe. It was lucky of him to walk in and see what he was doing to her as they danced. He wondered where Tom went.
He looked again and Hermione was now fast asleep. Him himself was not tired and he had too much to think about to sleep. Finally, he made up his mind. He needed to stay awake, to make sure nothing happened to Hermione.
Instead of getting into his bed, which would probubly make him fall asleep, he sat in a chair next to Hermione's bed. He watched her breathe in and out as she slept, and soon found himself thinking about how beautiful she was. He didn't entirely realize what he was thinking, but he liked it.
Around four more hours went by, and Ron started to feel tired, but he forced himself to stay awake. Hermione was tossing and turning in her bed, not sounding very well.
Once in the night she burst awake, and Ron ran to her need.
"Hermione! What's wrong?" he asked, helping her so she didn't fall out of bed.
"Ron! Tom's spell is still trying on me!" she gasped. "He's trying to erase my brain!" after a moment of heavy breathing, she calmed down.
"It was just a dream." she looked at Ron, who was still holding her, then he realized what he was doing and quickly let go and went back to his chair. Hermione smiled a little.
"I'm sorry if I gave you a fright." she said. Ron didn't know what to say. Hermione fiddled with a string on her blanket.
"Don't worry. He couldn't possibly erase your memory... or your brain... there's too much in it." he tried to reassure her. "You're too smart for him to do that." he said quickly. Hermione smiled again.
"Thank you." she said in a surprised voice. For a moment she forgot everything they were supposed to do again, and she only wanted to stay up with Ron. But their mission reminded her that they needed to work, they couldn't slack off. Sadly, she said goodnight to Ron and went back to sleep.
*
The next morning Ron was better from his sickness and was able to walk around the ship with Hermione. He didn't say much, and seemed lost in thought again. It went like this for a few days, until the next time Hermione went to dance. Tom was no where to be seen, luckily.
"Come on, Ron! Dancing isn't so bad! Look at everyone else!" Hermione said, smiling. "Besides, you danced fine last time."
"How do you know? You were half out of it?" Ron snapped as he was forced to dance. Hermione fell silent. She sighed as they finally danced together- well, with both of them in their right minds. She noticed he did look very nervous again.
"Ron, you can't dance if you're so nervous like that." she said in her old matter-of-fact voice.
"Sorry." he mumbled, but he didn't change a thing. She sighed again, wanting this night to be as romantic as possible. He had given Ron a kiss a few days before without really realizing it, but now she wished she could when she wasn't under Tom's spell.
Hermione looked around, suddenly having a strange feeling when she thought of Tom. She thought of her theory she made when Ron asked her his question the other night. She believed maybe Tom Riddle was going to do something magic- and dangerous, to frighten the muggles on board. She hadn't told Ron about this yet, and they were running out of time.
"Ron," she said, sighing. "Do you know want to dance anymore? You do look kind of nervous."
Ron didn't answer right away, actually. He seemed suddenly surprised at what he was doing, then he shook his head. "I...I'm sorry I've been so lousy." Ron finally said in a miserable found, and he looked down at his feet. "I haven't helped you at all on this mission."
Hermione's mouth fell open. "Of course you have! If you weren't here with me, I'd be Tom's brainless slave right now!"
Ron's ears started to turn red, and his face even turned deep scarlet. She saw him smile, in a flustered way. He seemed to look at everything in a whole new light, and Hermione was glad.
*
Harry lost his balance as he was transported, and he fell on to the hard floor. He brushed himself off and rubbed a new bump on his head as he stood up.
As he adjusted his glasses, he looked around the room, where he was sitting, as a baby, with his two loving parents.
Of course, they couldn't see Harry, because Dumbledore's Time Wand made it so no one would see you in time, unless you ran into someone else who was time traveling. That's just what Harry was going to do. He was going to surprise Voldemort as he came back in time to try to attack Harry again. The mission was not to finish off Voldemort, it was to keep him from seeing himself. Who knows what could happen. Apparently, Voldemort did not know too much about Time Travel, or else he'd be much more careful.
But no matter. Harry was ready, armed with his wand and faith in his friends chasing Voldemort through time.
"I sure hope they're all right." Harry said quietly to himself as he watched his parents- and himself.
Ron was still dazed as they ran around the ship, chasing Tom Riddle. Hermione didn't seem in her right state, either. She started to look worried, and started to hurry and run too fast. She seemed far in thought, and was breathing very hard. She kept muttering about voices that Ron couldn't hear.
"Ron, I...I think we should just go back to our room." Hermione finally said as she rested against the wall, with her eyes closed. Ron watched her closely, starting to worry about her.
"Hermione, are you alright?"
Hermione didn't seem to hear him. "Hermione?"
"Huh? What? Oh, I'm sorry Ron. I'm...I'm just tired."
Hermione put her hand on her head and started to walk back to her room. Ron walked behind her, starting to get confused.
Ron didn't say anything about the kiss Hermione gave him as they got into bed, but it was constantly on his mind. As he pretended to look through the bag Dumbledore gave him, he shot nervous glances at Hermione. He suddenly felt very awkward to be there by himself with Hermione, without Harry there. He realized how dangerous it was that Tom tried to erase Hermione, or even take over her as he did with Ginny, and he had to keep her safe. It was lucky of him to walk in and see what he was doing to her as they danced. He wondered where Tom went.
He looked again and Hermione was now fast asleep. Him himself was not tired and he had too much to think about to sleep. Finally, he made up his mind. He needed to stay awake, to make sure nothing happened to Hermione.
Instead of getting into his bed, which would probubly make him fall asleep, he sat in a chair next to Hermione's bed. He watched her breathe in and out as she slept, and soon found himself thinking about how beautiful she was. He didn't entirely realize what he was thinking, but he liked it.
Around four more hours went by, and Ron started to feel tired, but he forced himself to stay awake. Hermione was tossing and turning in her bed, not sounding very well.
Once in the night she burst awake, and Ron ran to her need.
"Hermione! What's wrong?" he asked, helping her so she didn't fall out of bed.
"Ron! Tom's spell is still trying on me!" she gasped. "He's trying to erase my brain!" after a moment of heavy breathing, she calmed down.
"It was just a dream." she looked at Ron, who was still holding her, then he realized what he was doing and quickly let go and went back to his chair. Hermione smiled a little.
"I'm sorry if I gave you a fright." she said. Ron didn't know what to say. Hermione fiddled with a string on her blanket.
"Don't worry. He couldn't possibly erase your memory... or your brain... there's too much in it." he tried to reassure her. "You're too smart for him to do that." he said quickly. Hermione smiled again.
"Thank you." she said in a surprised voice. For a moment she forgot everything they were supposed to do again, and she only wanted to stay up with Ron. But their mission reminded her that they needed to work, they couldn't slack off. Sadly, she said goodnight to Ron and went back to sleep.
*
The next morning Ron was better from his sickness and was able to walk around the ship with Hermione. He didn't say much, and seemed lost in thought again. It went like this for a few days, until the next time Hermione went to dance. Tom was no where to be seen, luckily.
"Come on, Ron! Dancing isn't so bad! Look at everyone else!" Hermione said, smiling. "Besides, you danced fine last time."
"How do you know? You were half out of it?" Ron snapped as he was forced to dance. Hermione fell silent. She sighed as they finally danced together- well, with both of them in their right minds. She noticed he did look very nervous again.
"Ron, you can't dance if you're so nervous like that." she said in her old matter-of-fact voice.
"Sorry." he mumbled, but he didn't change a thing. She sighed again, wanting this night to be as romantic as possible. He had given Ron a kiss a few days before without really realizing it, but now she wished she could when she wasn't under Tom's spell.
Hermione looked around, suddenly having a strange feeling when she thought of Tom. She thought of her theory she made when Ron asked her his question the other night. She believed maybe Tom Riddle was going to do something magic- and dangerous, to frighten the muggles on board. She hadn't told Ron about this yet, and they were running out of time.
"Ron," she said, sighing. "Do you know want to dance anymore? You do look kind of nervous."
Ron didn't answer right away, actually. He seemed suddenly surprised at what he was doing, then he shook his head. "I...I'm sorry I've been so lousy." Ron finally said in a miserable found, and he looked down at his feet. "I haven't helped you at all on this mission."
Hermione's mouth fell open. "Of course you have! If you weren't here with me, I'd be Tom's brainless slave right now!"
Ron's ears started to turn red, and his face even turned deep scarlet. She saw him smile, in a flustered way. He seemed to look at everything in a whole new light, and Hermione was glad.
*
Harry lost his balance as he was transported, and he fell on to the hard floor. He brushed himself off and rubbed a new bump on his head as he stood up.
As he adjusted his glasses, he looked around the room, where he was sitting, as a baby, with his two loving parents.
Of course, they couldn't see Harry, because Dumbledore's Time Wand made it so no one would see you in time, unless you ran into someone else who was time traveling. That's just what Harry was going to do. He was going to surprise Voldemort as he came back in time to try to attack Harry again. The mission was not to finish off Voldemort, it was to keep him from seeing himself. Who knows what could happen. Apparently, Voldemort did not know too much about Time Travel, or else he'd be much more careful.
But no matter. Harry was ready, armed with his wand and faith in his friends chasing Voldemort through time.
"I sure hope they're all right." Harry said quietly to himself as he watched his parents- and himself.