Ok! Back to Ron. This is the last chapter, and then I have a sequel. Hopefully it'll be longer... Hope you guys liked this! One last time... THANKS FAIN! I own nothing. All from JKR. Nothing but sheer and utter joy comes from this.
Chapter Seven ::
The Beginnings of War
Hermione and I walked hand in hand back to the Castle.
"Weasel!" I turned around, hand on my wand. Malfoy. What did the Ferret want now?
"What Ferret?" Hermione squeezed my hand, a sign for me to keep my cool. My face was quickly heating up; it didn't look like cool was option.
"I see that Mudblood admitted she liked you."
"Don't you ever call her that in front of me!" I let go of Hermione's hand, and pounced on Malfoy. I was blind to the screaming of the people around me; I just kept hitting him. All thought went out the window. All that mattered was defending Hermione's name. Malfoy was going to pay.
"Ron! Please don't! It's not worth it." Hermione tried to pull me off of Malfoy, but I was much too heavy for her tiny frame.
"Weasley! Malfoy!" It was McGonagall. We jumped up quickly, hoping we wouldn't get in trouble too badly.
"I want both of you to Dumbledore's office now. Muggle fighting is strictly against the rules."
I sat in Dumbledore's office, alone. Draco had just left, with a nasty scowl on his face. Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his eyes sparkling. This man was a mystery.
"I'm really sorry Professor."
"Now, Mr. Weasley, I know that Mr. Malfoy insulted Miss Granger. He has a nasty habit of that, actually. I have given him a month's worth of detentions. Please, refrain from pummeling Mr. Malfoy in the future?"
"Y-yes sir. You're not going to give me a month's detention too?"
"No, Mr. Weasley, I'm not. You were following instincts, protecting the girl you love."
"How... how did you know?"
"Let's just say, I've been there myself."
I don't think I'll ever figure out that man. He knows everything, you can just tell by the twinkle in his eyes. I walked quietly to the Common Room, knowing full well that Hermione would be waiting there for me, even though it was well past Midnight.
"Ice Mice," I said, before the portly woman in the painting could ask. It creaked open, and just as I thought, Hermione was asleep on the couch. She looked so beautiful as she slept, curled up into a tiny little ball at the end of the couch. Her chestnut curls framed her face, making her look a little like a five-year-old.
I sat down and gathered her into my arms. She didn't stir until I kissed the top of her head.
"Ron?" She sat up a little, realizing she was in my embrace.
"Yes, Love?"
"Did you get in trouble?" Her voice was soft, almost a whisper.
"No. Not one bit. He gave Draco a month's worth of detention though."
"Dumbledore is one strange man at times."
"All he said was that I was following my instincts, and that he'd be there before."
"We should go to bed."
"It is late. We should." She untangled herself from me, and stood. She pulled me up, and I hugged her, "Good night, Love." I kissed the top of her head and walked up the boys' stairs.
"Good night Ron."
Five Months Later
"What do you mean we have to go to war? Now? It's too soon!" Harry exclaimed.
"I know, I don't want to go to war either, but Harry... I've trained you well. You know everything you need to know. You can use it all very well. You know wandless magic, you have great reflexes; you're ready." Lupin countered.
"I don't feel ready."
"Harry, we're ready as we can be."