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A/n: I thought that based on my first chapter I prolly wouldn't have gotten many reviews, but instead, I want to thank beckie13, Trym, starstrucked, coyote-zoe, and Ever in the Shadows for telling me to keep going. I was about to take that chapter down, but now I won't, and I promise things will pick up a bit now.

Oh, I'm sorry if the first chapter was a bit hard to read. I've got a new word program and am just starting to learn it. Hope it works better this time.

Scenario Two - Don't Be Scared

"So, that's the Shrieking Shack?" Hermione asked as her and Ron came up the top of the snow covered hill.

"Yeah," Ron said walking right up to the old, leaning fence. "Cool, huh?"

"Hmm...not the word I had in mind," Hermione said as she looked at the old, run-down building.

"I've heard, that at night, you can still hear the cries of the ghosts who live there," Ron whispered in a serious voice.

Hermione let out a disbelieving laugh. "Oh, please, Ron,"

"What?"

"You honestly think those stupid stories are true?"

He turned to her and shrugged. "I dunno, they could be."

She rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue. "Sounds like a load of rubbish to me."

"Rubbish?" Ron cried in mock outrage. "Don't say that Hermione, or they'll come get you."

"Honestly, Ron. Do you really think that I'm afraid of some stories about sprits?"

"You should be."

She laughed again. "Right. I bet you're scared though."

"I am not!"

"Oh, really?"

"Really." He said stubbornly, looking back up at the house. They were silent for a moment, both looking up at the House.

"D'you want to move a bit closer?" Hermione asked, a sly smile moving across her lips.

"I-I'm fine, here," Ron said..a bit too quickly.

Hermione giggled. "Don't be so scared."

"I'm not!" He declared. " I just...don't feel like going over there that's all."

Hermione stared at him for a moment. Then, surprising both herself and Ron, she grabbed his hand.

"It's okay if you are," she whispered. "I won't tell anyone."

Ron looked from their entwined fingers, then up to her face. Neither of them were blinking, while white puff escaped from their mouths as they breathed.

"I'm not," he said quietly. "Not anymore." Then he smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Want to go back?" he asked.

Hermione nodded. So, they turned and walked all the way back to the village. And it wasn't until they reached the bottom of the hill that they allowed their hands to part.

A/n: Hmm, things seem to be heating up! ::laughs:: Wonder what else is in store for them?

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