Chapter Three: Walking and Talking
That night, after dinner, Hermione walked up to Ron and asked him if he wanted to go for a walk. They stepped out into the beautiful summer night, feeling the grass softly tickle their bare feet and sat down on an old wooden bench underneath a nearby tree. They sat in silence for a while, until Hermione finally spoke.
"Oh, Ron." she said as a silent tear fell down her face. "This is just so hard for me. I mean I've just been shutting out the rest of the world. There was no one to talk to. I just stayed up in my room all summer. M-my parents think I'm mentally sick or something."
"Yeah, I know." Ron said, "I couldn't even talk to Ginny and she was...there."
"I feel like such a prat though. Here I am, worrying about myself, when Harry's the one who was affected most by that night. I mean he has no one... well, except for us. And we've never really talked much about how he feels; if he really is ok. Have you talked to him yet? I mean, he's been returning my letters, but they're always so short and all he ever says is 'I'm fine', or ' Don't worry about it.' But that's all I do is worry!" Hermione sobbed.
"Shhh... Hermione, it's ok. Don't feel selfish about anything, alright? All you've ever done is support Harry and been his friend when he needed you. And that's exactly what he needs now. I think the next time we see him... we should just act as if none of this has happened. I'm sure it'd be best for him." At this point, Ron's arm was around Hermione's shoulders, and her head was rested on his chest. He prayed that she couldn't hear his rampaging heartbeat.
Hermione sniffled as she wiped a tear from her cheek and said, "You're right, Ron. But I'm still just so sc-scared!" More tears began to roll down her cheeks.
Ron sighed. It wasn't an annoyed sigh, more like an I-am-too-but-there's- nothing-we-can-do-about-it sigh.
"Hermione, the best thing we can do right now is just-move on with our lives. We can't let h-him (A/N Ok...I'm going to have Ron say Voldemort in this story, but now just wasn't the time) think he's gotten to us. We can't let him control our lives. Do you want to have to regret that?"
"N-n-no, of course not." Hermione answered and then paused, "It's not like it won't be hard though." she sighed.
"Well, I'm sure school will take your mind off things." Ron said with a little laugh. Surprisingly, Hermione laughed too.
After a while, Hermione broke the silence again. "You've changed a lot Ron. You seem so much more... mature." "Mature isn't exactly the term I would use." Ron chuckled, "But I guess we've all changed since that night. Me, you, Harry, even Ginny, Neville and Luna. We've all had a lot to think about. Kind of a wake up call. Ya know?"
"Yeah." Hermione said, her voice drifting away. She sighed half contentedly as Ron's muscular arm tightened around her shoulders.
The wind softly blew in their faces, causing a piece of Hermione's hair to fall out of her ponytail. Ron gently tucked behind her ear and she sighed, and snuggled up closer to him.
"Come on. We should be getting back." he said.
"What? Oh...yeah, right."
So they stood up and walked back to the Burrow, hand in hand.
Author's Note Sorry...short one, I know. A little fluff though. I love fluff. A nice long chapter coming up! New character coming in the fifth chapter too. I promise I'll update as soon as I finish typing chapter 4. So without further a due... please Review! Hey it rhymes! Sorry. Okay. Click the button!
That night, after dinner, Hermione walked up to Ron and asked him if he wanted to go for a walk. They stepped out into the beautiful summer night, feeling the grass softly tickle their bare feet and sat down on an old wooden bench underneath a nearby tree. They sat in silence for a while, until Hermione finally spoke.
"Oh, Ron." she said as a silent tear fell down her face. "This is just so hard for me. I mean I've just been shutting out the rest of the world. There was no one to talk to. I just stayed up in my room all summer. M-my parents think I'm mentally sick or something."
"Yeah, I know." Ron said, "I couldn't even talk to Ginny and she was...there."
"I feel like such a prat though. Here I am, worrying about myself, when Harry's the one who was affected most by that night. I mean he has no one... well, except for us. And we've never really talked much about how he feels; if he really is ok. Have you talked to him yet? I mean, he's been returning my letters, but they're always so short and all he ever says is 'I'm fine', or ' Don't worry about it.' But that's all I do is worry!" Hermione sobbed.
"Shhh... Hermione, it's ok. Don't feel selfish about anything, alright? All you've ever done is support Harry and been his friend when he needed you. And that's exactly what he needs now. I think the next time we see him... we should just act as if none of this has happened. I'm sure it'd be best for him." At this point, Ron's arm was around Hermione's shoulders, and her head was rested on his chest. He prayed that she couldn't hear his rampaging heartbeat.
Hermione sniffled as she wiped a tear from her cheek and said, "You're right, Ron. But I'm still just so sc-scared!" More tears began to roll down her cheeks.
Ron sighed. It wasn't an annoyed sigh, more like an I-am-too-but-there's- nothing-we-can-do-about-it sigh.
"Hermione, the best thing we can do right now is just-move on with our lives. We can't let h-him (A/N Ok...I'm going to have Ron say Voldemort in this story, but now just wasn't the time) think he's gotten to us. We can't let him control our lives. Do you want to have to regret that?"
"N-n-no, of course not." Hermione answered and then paused, "It's not like it won't be hard though." she sighed.
"Well, I'm sure school will take your mind off things." Ron said with a little laugh. Surprisingly, Hermione laughed too.
After a while, Hermione broke the silence again. "You've changed a lot Ron. You seem so much more... mature." "Mature isn't exactly the term I would use." Ron chuckled, "But I guess we've all changed since that night. Me, you, Harry, even Ginny, Neville and Luna. We've all had a lot to think about. Kind of a wake up call. Ya know?"
"Yeah." Hermione said, her voice drifting away. She sighed half contentedly as Ron's muscular arm tightened around her shoulders.
The wind softly blew in their faces, causing a piece of Hermione's hair to fall out of her ponytail. Ron gently tucked behind her ear and she sighed, and snuggled up closer to him.
"Come on. We should be getting back." he said.
"What? Oh...yeah, right."
So they stood up and walked back to the Burrow, hand in hand.
Author's Note Sorry...short one, I know. A little fluff though. I love fluff. A nice long chapter coming up! New character coming in the fifth chapter too. I promise I'll update as soon as I finish typing chapter 4. So without further a due... please Review! Hey it rhymes! Sorry. Okay. Click the button!