Disclaimer: I am, indeed, not JK Rowling. If I was, I would not be holed up
in my room listening to Evanescence and writing fan fics. I would be
writing the sixth book feverishly for avid fans like me, who have serious
Harry Potter obsessions.
Harry knocked lightly on Ron's door. A muffled moan came from inside, which Harry took as a sign to enter. He opened the door and walked in, squinting from the vivid orange posters and memorabilia that covered almost every inch of Ron's room.
"I don't wanna leave," Ron muttered through his pillow as Harry sat down.
"Oh, and the rest of us do?" Harry asked, examining a photo album he had found on Ron's desk.
"I can't believe I have to, though. Whose addlebrained idea was that? Spending an entire term away from family and most of your friends," Ron sighed, sitting up on his bed.
"Dumbledore's, apparently," Harry said darkly. "Hey, at least you'll have Hermione with you. It could be worse, you could be stuck with Lavender or someone like that."
"Yea, at least with Hermione I don't have to worry about listening to any gossip," Ron laughed, although his eyes were still full of sadness.
"Well, at least we can owl each other. Owl me every day, okay?" Harry said, looking at a photo of the fourth year just after he and Ron had made up.
"Sure, if I'm not too piled with homework. Although with Hermione, I doubt that will be a problem," Ron said, laughing weakly.
Hermione and Ron stood with their carts at Kings Cross, the Weasleys, Grangers, and Harry all were hugging them and saying farewell. Hermione and Ron ran through the barrier and appeared on Platform 9 ¾. Instead of the usual long train, there was only one car behind the enginre Silently putting their luggage in it, they boarded and rode towards Hogwarts.
"Well, this is it," Ron said in a hollow voice. "We're going away until Christmas to a place we've never been.
"Kinda like the first year all over again, huh?" Hermione said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, except we're not all staring at Harry's scar, you aren't barging in demanding to see Scabbers yellow, and we're not midgets," Ron joked.
"I can't believe how bad I used to be," Hermione murmered.
"Hey, I wasn't exactly a perfect angel back then either."
"You still aren't!"
"That's besides the point."
"You are hopeless," Hermione sighed.
"Yeah, well. I'm gonna go to sleep, worrying makes me tired," Ron yawned, and lied down on the bench, closing his eyes.
"Okay, I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Hermione said softly, and left the compartment almost silently.
Hermione walked down the hall, looking in various rooms for the bathroom. As she was looking in one, something caught her eye. She walked over to it, intruiged. It was a giant mirror, but it wasn't. It showed her, but she was in a elegant wedding dress. And standing next to her was... RON?! He was dressed in a tuxedo, and they were kissing passionately. She backed away from it, shocked, and bolted out of the room. She decided that perhaps she didn't need to go to the bathroom anymore, and ran back to the compartment.
She opened the door and shut it quickly, still breathing hard. She slumped down on the bench opposite of Ron and stared at him in horror. What did that mirror mean?!
"Mmm, whassamatter?" Ron mumbled, still awake and seeing Hermione's shocked expression.
"Er, Ron, did you ever hear of a mirror that doesn't actually show you? I mean, it shows you, but DIFFERENTLY?" Hermione said awkwardly.
"Yeah," Ron said nonchalantly.
"WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!" Hermione screamed, waking Ron up fully.
"It just shows your deepest desire. Harry and I found it in the school in our first year. I was Head Boy and Quidditch captain. Why?" Ron explained crossly.
"I saw it when I was looking for the bathroom," Hermione said quietly.
"Oh, really? Cool! I wanna see it now, what I want has probably changed since first year," Ron said, standing up.
"Er, okay... "Hermione said, and led Ron down the hall towards where it was. "Can you see what other people see?"
"Naw, just what you want," Ron said casually.
"Oh, that's good," Hermione sighed in relief. Ron gave her a funny look. "Why?" He asked suspiciously. "Oh, I was just curious," Hermione said hurriedly, thanking god for her quick mind. "Right, here we are."
Ron walked up to the mirror and gazed into it. Expecting to see himself as Head Boy and Quidditch Captain, he relaxed. But what he saw, completely unnerved him (AN: I'm gonna be switching POVs occasionally, but I won't tell you about it. Waste of room.).
He saw Hermione and him, kissing passionately in full wedding attire. It was almost the exact same image as Hermione had seen, except that this one had Viktor Krum in a heap aside, bloody and bruised. He whipped his head around to Hermione, who was watching the same image, minus Krum with a mingled expression of surprise and fear.
"Er, let's go, shall we?" Ron said awkwardly, feeling his ears slowly match his vivid red hair.
"Uh, sure." They walked back down to their compartment in a tense, awkward silence. They walked into the compartment and sat down, Hermione staring unseeingly out the window and Ron looking at her.
"So, what did you see?" Ron said, trying to keep his tone conversational.
"Er-"Hermione's mind raced for what would be a believable answer. "I saw me kissing-"She paused, chiding herself inside her head. "Uh, Viktor."
Ron made a noise that sounded like a mix between a disgusted snort and laugh. "That dirtbag?" He scoffed, for some reason feeling like he was stabbed in the back.
"Viktor is NOT a dirtbag! I'm sure you and Harry would like him if you just gave him a chance!" Hermione yelled, face going splotchy. "You used to idolize him until you found out that I was dating him! What does that say about YOU, Ronald Weasely?!"
Ron went speechless. He searched for a good comeback. "Yeah, well, uh, at least I-"He started.
"I don't need this," Hermione cut him off coolly. "I thought maybe you would be there for me and my decisions, but I guess that's too much to expect from my best friend. Actually, make that EX-best friend. I'm outta here." She left the compartment, slamming the door behind her (AN: Sorry, I'm a drama queen. This fits NOWHERE in my original story plot, but I'll just keep the words flowing and hope I don't make this a complete disaster.).
Ron stared at the door, utterly and totally speechless. He glared at the wall and slammed his fist into it, yelling exasperatedly. He slumped back onto the bench and wondered about what just happened.
Hermione was right. She was ALWAYS right. Ever since the Yule Ball, he'd been feeling anger and hatred towards Krum, but he didn't know why. He ran through the Yule Ball in his head, wondering what Krum possibly did to make him so angry. All Krum ever did to him was ask where Hermione was. So why was he feeling this hatred coursing through his veins?
He needed to tell Harry. He pulled out a piece of scrap parchment and a self-inking quill from his pocket and started to write.
Hey Harry!
I'm writing this on the train. I need to ask you something. Do you know why I hate Krum? Me and Hermione had this big row over it and I can't figure it out. Any idea?
-Ron
Ron put it in his pocket, wishing he hadn't put Pig in the luggage compartment of the car.
AN: I'm finished! This chapter was supposted to have them arriving at Chicklegs but I got a creative muse and made it to long. Don't worry; I'll put it in next chapter. And I'm sure YOU all know why he hates Krum ;)
Harry knocked lightly on Ron's door. A muffled moan came from inside, which Harry took as a sign to enter. He opened the door and walked in, squinting from the vivid orange posters and memorabilia that covered almost every inch of Ron's room.
"I don't wanna leave," Ron muttered through his pillow as Harry sat down.
"Oh, and the rest of us do?" Harry asked, examining a photo album he had found on Ron's desk.
"I can't believe I have to, though. Whose addlebrained idea was that? Spending an entire term away from family and most of your friends," Ron sighed, sitting up on his bed.
"Dumbledore's, apparently," Harry said darkly. "Hey, at least you'll have Hermione with you. It could be worse, you could be stuck with Lavender or someone like that."
"Yea, at least with Hermione I don't have to worry about listening to any gossip," Ron laughed, although his eyes were still full of sadness.
"Well, at least we can owl each other. Owl me every day, okay?" Harry said, looking at a photo of the fourth year just after he and Ron had made up.
"Sure, if I'm not too piled with homework. Although with Hermione, I doubt that will be a problem," Ron said, laughing weakly.
Hermione and Ron stood with their carts at Kings Cross, the Weasleys, Grangers, and Harry all were hugging them and saying farewell. Hermione and Ron ran through the barrier and appeared on Platform 9 ¾. Instead of the usual long train, there was only one car behind the enginre Silently putting their luggage in it, they boarded and rode towards Hogwarts.
"Well, this is it," Ron said in a hollow voice. "We're going away until Christmas to a place we've never been.
"Kinda like the first year all over again, huh?" Hermione said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, except we're not all staring at Harry's scar, you aren't barging in demanding to see Scabbers yellow, and we're not midgets," Ron joked.
"I can't believe how bad I used to be," Hermione murmered.
"Hey, I wasn't exactly a perfect angel back then either."
"You still aren't!"
"That's besides the point."
"You are hopeless," Hermione sighed.
"Yeah, well. I'm gonna go to sleep, worrying makes me tired," Ron yawned, and lied down on the bench, closing his eyes.
"Okay, I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Hermione said softly, and left the compartment almost silently.
Hermione walked down the hall, looking in various rooms for the bathroom. As she was looking in one, something caught her eye. She walked over to it, intruiged. It was a giant mirror, but it wasn't. It showed her, but she was in a elegant wedding dress. And standing next to her was... RON?! He was dressed in a tuxedo, and they were kissing passionately. She backed away from it, shocked, and bolted out of the room. She decided that perhaps she didn't need to go to the bathroom anymore, and ran back to the compartment.
She opened the door and shut it quickly, still breathing hard. She slumped down on the bench opposite of Ron and stared at him in horror. What did that mirror mean?!
"Mmm, whassamatter?" Ron mumbled, still awake and seeing Hermione's shocked expression.
"Er, Ron, did you ever hear of a mirror that doesn't actually show you? I mean, it shows you, but DIFFERENTLY?" Hermione said awkwardly.
"Yeah," Ron said nonchalantly.
"WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!" Hermione screamed, waking Ron up fully.
"It just shows your deepest desire. Harry and I found it in the school in our first year. I was Head Boy and Quidditch captain. Why?" Ron explained crossly.
"I saw it when I was looking for the bathroom," Hermione said quietly.
"Oh, really? Cool! I wanna see it now, what I want has probably changed since first year," Ron said, standing up.
"Er, okay... "Hermione said, and led Ron down the hall towards where it was. "Can you see what other people see?"
"Naw, just what you want," Ron said casually.
"Oh, that's good," Hermione sighed in relief. Ron gave her a funny look. "Why?" He asked suspiciously. "Oh, I was just curious," Hermione said hurriedly, thanking god for her quick mind. "Right, here we are."
Ron walked up to the mirror and gazed into it. Expecting to see himself as Head Boy and Quidditch Captain, he relaxed. But what he saw, completely unnerved him (AN: I'm gonna be switching POVs occasionally, but I won't tell you about it. Waste of room.).
He saw Hermione and him, kissing passionately in full wedding attire. It was almost the exact same image as Hermione had seen, except that this one had Viktor Krum in a heap aside, bloody and bruised. He whipped his head around to Hermione, who was watching the same image, minus Krum with a mingled expression of surprise and fear.
"Er, let's go, shall we?" Ron said awkwardly, feeling his ears slowly match his vivid red hair.
"Uh, sure." They walked back down to their compartment in a tense, awkward silence. They walked into the compartment and sat down, Hermione staring unseeingly out the window and Ron looking at her.
"So, what did you see?" Ron said, trying to keep his tone conversational.
"Er-"Hermione's mind raced for what would be a believable answer. "I saw me kissing-"She paused, chiding herself inside her head. "Uh, Viktor."
Ron made a noise that sounded like a mix between a disgusted snort and laugh. "That dirtbag?" He scoffed, for some reason feeling like he was stabbed in the back.
"Viktor is NOT a dirtbag! I'm sure you and Harry would like him if you just gave him a chance!" Hermione yelled, face going splotchy. "You used to idolize him until you found out that I was dating him! What does that say about YOU, Ronald Weasely?!"
Ron went speechless. He searched for a good comeback. "Yeah, well, uh, at least I-"He started.
"I don't need this," Hermione cut him off coolly. "I thought maybe you would be there for me and my decisions, but I guess that's too much to expect from my best friend. Actually, make that EX-best friend. I'm outta here." She left the compartment, slamming the door behind her (AN: Sorry, I'm a drama queen. This fits NOWHERE in my original story plot, but I'll just keep the words flowing and hope I don't make this a complete disaster.).
Ron stared at the door, utterly and totally speechless. He glared at the wall and slammed his fist into it, yelling exasperatedly. He slumped back onto the bench and wondered about what just happened.
Hermione was right. She was ALWAYS right. Ever since the Yule Ball, he'd been feeling anger and hatred towards Krum, but he didn't know why. He ran through the Yule Ball in his head, wondering what Krum possibly did to make him so angry. All Krum ever did to him was ask where Hermione was. So why was he feeling this hatred coursing through his veins?
He needed to tell Harry. He pulled out a piece of scrap parchment and a self-inking quill from his pocket and started to write.
Hey Harry!
I'm writing this on the train. I need to ask you something. Do you know why I hate Krum? Me and Hermione had this big row over it and I can't figure it out. Any idea?
-Ron
Ron put it in his pocket, wishing he hadn't put Pig in the luggage compartment of the car.
AN: I'm finished! This chapter was supposted to have them arriving at Chicklegs but I got a creative muse and made it to long. Don't worry; I'll put it in next chapter. And I'm sure YOU all know why he hates Krum ;)