He walked along the grounds thinking about what had happened last night. How is it that he had known her for five years and never thought of her as anything other than a friend? He was walking absentmindedly towards the castle and he ran into someone, and then fell backwards. His glasses fell off and he was dazed for a minute. He sat up and looked to the person he had ran into. He couldn't make out who it was because his glasses had fallen off. His fingers scanned the ground for them when he was hit in the back of the head and knocked unconscious.

He woke up tied in a chair in a dark room lit only by a few torches on the walls. His glasses were now back on his face and he saw someone sitting in a dark corner. The figure stood up and walked over to him, his red hair flaming like fire from the torches. It was Ron Weasley. He knelt in front of Harry and looked up at him, an evil smile creeping across his freckled face. He had seen this look to many times from Professor Snape when he had messed up and was to be punished.

"Hello Harry," Ron said and stood up, his brown eyes filled with rage and satisfaction.

"Ron, what am I doing here, what are you doing here?" he asked nervously.

"You are here because of Hermione." He said darkly.

He turned around and did something Harry couldn't see. When he turned back around, to Harry's horror, he had a knife.

"What did you do to Hermione?" he screamed.

Ron smiled and put the blade to Harry's neck. "Nothing ..yet." he said.

He moved the blade a little and made a small cut in Harry's neck. "I am going to be with her...even if it wipes you off the picture."

He said and licked a drop of blood off of Harry's neck. Harry just sat there petrified.

"So, how would you rather have it, slow with my knife, or slow with my wand?" he said then laughed madly. TO BE CONTINUED...