A/N: Okay, chapter two. yea, Lady Norbert, I wrote some more into P1, and
I'm gonna upload that, too. Sabrina Weasley, Here it is! Miss Lexi, yea it
is. but my muse was in a weird mood when I decided to write this. Thanks
Lauren! I'm sure he wouldn't, but I'm glad you still read it! Cozmoz, its
coming. don't worry *knowing grin* Here it is Lighter Shadows! Taboo, I
added that part just for you (( Thanks carter girl! I hope this is soon
enough! Louise, I know, thank you, great, I'm happy, it was, its ok, and I
did!
((Begin part 2.. NOW!))
Ron stared in horror at Harry violating Hermione as she sobbed, 'Help'.
Rage accumulated inside him at an alarming rate. One thought ran through his mind as his world turned red: After saving Hermione, Harry must be destroyed for this.
He picked up a flowerpot that was sitting on a desk near by and roared,
"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING,"
and hurled the flowerpot with precision at Harry's head. Years as a Chaser paid off as it shattered, causing Harry, who had stiffened upon Ron's outburst, to fall by Hermione on the floor. Harry smirked evilly at Ron, and disappeared with a small pop.
Ron rushed over to Hermione, who was still bound and sobbing. Part of her dress and her thighs were covered in blood. He undid the binds and held her close. She sobbed into his shoulder, and his rage multiplied. How could his best friend do this to her? He picked her up and carried her out side the horrid little room. Friends and family turned to look with smiles on there faces, assuming that they were ready to start they're honeymoon. They're smiles quickly vanished, however when they saw Hermione's over-all state of being, and the look on Ron's face. The crowd just stood there, with horrified looks on they're faces, until Ron whispered, "Is there a medi- witch or wizard here?" He knew full well there was, but he hadn't expected the amount of people to rush over that did. Ginny, his mum, and about five cousins and other relations of his ran over. A few of muggle doctors related to Hermione rushed over.
"We should probably move her to a different room," one of Ron's cousins said.
Ron nodded, and steered them towards a room through many corridors and doors. It was the room they were to change in before going on their honeymoon. Ron placed her gently on a chaise, treating her as if she was made of glass. When he went to stand up, she grabbed his hand, and whispered, ever so softly,
"Ron, please stay with me."
Ron choked back tears and rage towards Harry as he breathed,
"I would never leave you, my love. I'll be with you always."
"You make me feel safe, just by holding my hand." Hermione said with a weak smile.
Ron entwined his fingers with Hermione's as tears streamed down his face. He sat down; pretzel legged on the floor, and turned to face the others in the room. There wasn't a dry face in the room.
Ginny crossed the room to whisper in Ron's ear, "Who did this to her?"
Ron's ears and cheeks went flame red at an astonishing rate. His eyes were flashing with hatred and rage.
"Harry," came the short reply.
Gasps filled the room, and Hermione gave a great sob.
Eyes brimming with fresh tears, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, and some of the others proceeded to examine Hermione. The others tried to comfort her.
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Harry stalked furiously about his little room in the Leaky Cauldron. Why had he not thought of Apparating! Idiot, idiot, and idiot. he mentally slapped himself.
He started packing his things. Everyone knew he was here, in particular, the Weasley Brothers. But he didn't fear them. He did NOT fear them.
Oh, bloody hell. Yes he did. He feared their wrath, and in particular Ron's. He would be beaten into a pulp if he did not leave now. He hastily stuffed his robes into his small trunk, and gathered the rest of his belongings in a knap sack. Just as he was about to Apparate, he heard a few pops behind him, and instantly broke into a cold sweat. He turned around, still clutching his possessions. There stood five very angry Weasleys, minus the one that would really kill him if he were there.
"Going somewhere, dear Harry," Fred asked.
"I daresay say he's skipping out," Percy added.
"Skiving off," George replied.
"I wonder," Bill started.
"Where could he be going in such a hurry," Charlie finished.
They all advanced on him very quickly, Harry's eyes grew to the size of saucers, before he Disapparated.
"Did you get that tracking charm on him before he left, Perce," George questioned.
"Sure did," Percy replied.
"Better beware," Fred said, smiling a half smile.
"Why," said Percy, curiously.
"We think Ron just might kiss you," Fred and George said, trying to add a slight bit of humor to the situation.
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Ron was beating himself up, on the inside.
Could he have prevented this? Was it his fault? Could he have seen this coming?
Of course he couldn't!! If he would have thought Harry was capable of this, he would have banned him from his wedding, much less not let him be best man!
Thoughts streamed through his head.
Would he do it again? Would he and could he attack Ginny next time?
No. He was going to stop there from being a next time. He WOULD prevent this from happening again. He sure hoped that his brothers caught Harry before he fled and went into hiding. Or otherwise. it could happen again.
"Ron? Ron? Ron," someone said, yanking him from his thoughts.
He focused on the source of the words, and Ginny came into focus.
"What is it, Gin?"
"Ron, we need to get Hermione to St. Mungo's, but she's in no fit state to Apparate, or Floo. We owled them, and they said that they would send over a vehicle to transport her in. They'll be here in a minute or two," Ginny said. "I'm assuming you want to go with her?"
Ron gave a scoff, and a look that said, Obviously.
"Right, well, Ron. Hermione's not doing so well. Physically or psychologically, I mean. You really need to be with her, and focus all your energy on her getting better. I know that you probably want to track Harry down or something, but right now, who's more important? Harry or Hermione?" Ginny gave him a knowing look.
"Hermione, of course!" Ron exclaimed.
"Good, then the boys and I will take over the search for Harry." Ginny said, with a fierce glint in her eye. Ron knew, as well as any of the Weasley boys or persons that were in school with her, that Ginny was a force to be reckoned with. It was in your best interest not to go and piss Ms. Virginia Weasley off. And right now, she looked as if she could almost equal Ron's feelings of hatred and such towards Harry. He reckoned she might almost do the same amount of damage to Harry that he would do if they got their chances.
Almost.
A/N: Yea! I uploaded again! Very soon for me! Ok. a future thanks for all future reviewers!
((Begin part 2.. NOW!))
Ron stared in horror at Harry violating Hermione as she sobbed, 'Help'.
Rage accumulated inside him at an alarming rate. One thought ran through his mind as his world turned red: After saving Hermione, Harry must be destroyed for this.
He picked up a flowerpot that was sitting on a desk near by and roared,
"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING,"
and hurled the flowerpot with precision at Harry's head. Years as a Chaser paid off as it shattered, causing Harry, who had stiffened upon Ron's outburst, to fall by Hermione on the floor. Harry smirked evilly at Ron, and disappeared with a small pop.
Ron rushed over to Hermione, who was still bound and sobbing. Part of her dress and her thighs were covered in blood. He undid the binds and held her close. She sobbed into his shoulder, and his rage multiplied. How could his best friend do this to her? He picked her up and carried her out side the horrid little room. Friends and family turned to look with smiles on there faces, assuming that they were ready to start they're honeymoon. They're smiles quickly vanished, however when they saw Hermione's over-all state of being, and the look on Ron's face. The crowd just stood there, with horrified looks on they're faces, until Ron whispered, "Is there a medi- witch or wizard here?" He knew full well there was, but he hadn't expected the amount of people to rush over that did. Ginny, his mum, and about five cousins and other relations of his ran over. A few of muggle doctors related to Hermione rushed over.
"We should probably move her to a different room," one of Ron's cousins said.
Ron nodded, and steered them towards a room through many corridors and doors. It was the room they were to change in before going on their honeymoon. Ron placed her gently on a chaise, treating her as if she was made of glass. When he went to stand up, she grabbed his hand, and whispered, ever so softly,
"Ron, please stay with me."
Ron choked back tears and rage towards Harry as he breathed,
"I would never leave you, my love. I'll be with you always."
"You make me feel safe, just by holding my hand." Hermione said with a weak smile.
Ron entwined his fingers with Hermione's as tears streamed down his face. He sat down; pretzel legged on the floor, and turned to face the others in the room. There wasn't a dry face in the room.
Ginny crossed the room to whisper in Ron's ear, "Who did this to her?"
Ron's ears and cheeks went flame red at an astonishing rate. His eyes were flashing with hatred and rage.
"Harry," came the short reply.
Gasps filled the room, and Hermione gave a great sob.
Eyes brimming with fresh tears, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, and some of the others proceeded to examine Hermione. The others tried to comfort her.
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Harry stalked furiously about his little room in the Leaky Cauldron. Why had he not thought of Apparating! Idiot, idiot, and idiot. he mentally slapped himself.
He started packing his things. Everyone knew he was here, in particular, the Weasley Brothers. But he didn't fear them. He did NOT fear them.
Oh, bloody hell. Yes he did. He feared their wrath, and in particular Ron's. He would be beaten into a pulp if he did not leave now. He hastily stuffed his robes into his small trunk, and gathered the rest of his belongings in a knap sack. Just as he was about to Apparate, he heard a few pops behind him, and instantly broke into a cold sweat. He turned around, still clutching his possessions. There stood five very angry Weasleys, minus the one that would really kill him if he were there.
"Going somewhere, dear Harry," Fred asked.
"I daresay say he's skipping out," Percy added.
"Skiving off," George replied.
"I wonder," Bill started.
"Where could he be going in such a hurry," Charlie finished.
They all advanced on him very quickly, Harry's eyes grew to the size of saucers, before he Disapparated.
"Did you get that tracking charm on him before he left, Perce," George questioned.
"Sure did," Percy replied.
"Better beware," Fred said, smiling a half smile.
"Why," said Percy, curiously.
"We think Ron just might kiss you," Fred and George said, trying to add a slight bit of humor to the situation.
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Ron was beating himself up, on the inside.
Could he have prevented this? Was it his fault? Could he have seen this coming?
Of course he couldn't!! If he would have thought Harry was capable of this, he would have banned him from his wedding, much less not let him be best man!
Thoughts streamed through his head.
Would he do it again? Would he and could he attack Ginny next time?
No. He was going to stop there from being a next time. He WOULD prevent this from happening again. He sure hoped that his brothers caught Harry before he fled and went into hiding. Or otherwise. it could happen again.
"Ron? Ron? Ron," someone said, yanking him from his thoughts.
He focused on the source of the words, and Ginny came into focus.
"What is it, Gin?"
"Ron, we need to get Hermione to St. Mungo's, but she's in no fit state to Apparate, or Floo. We owled them, and they said that they would send over a vehicle to transport her in. They'll be here in a minute or two," Ginny said. "I'm assuming you want to go with her?"
Ron gave a scoff, and a look that said, Obviously.
"Right, well, Ron. Hermione's not doing so well. Physically or psychologically, I mean. You really need to be with her, and focus all your energy on her getting better. I know that you probably want to track Harry down or something, but right now, who's more important? Harry or Hermione?" Ginny gave him a knowing look.
"Hermione, of course!" Ron exclaimed.
"Good, then the boys and I will take over the search for Harry." Ginny said, with a fierce glint in her eye. Ron knew, as well as any of the Weasley boys or persons that were in school with her, that Ginny was a force to be reckoned with. It was in your best interest not to go and piss Ms. Virginia Weasley off. And right now, she looked as if she could almost equal Ron's feelings of hatred and such towards Harry. He reckoned she might almost do the same amount of damage to Harry that he would do if they got their chances.
Almost.
A/N: Yea! I uploaded again! Very soon for me! Ok. a future thanks for all future reviewers!