Disclaimer: I own zilch except for the plot. The poem at the beginning is Led Zeppelin's, who is god.
A/N: Here's the sixth chapter. It's much lighter. Tell me how I'm doing? As usual, flames are welcome. Thanks many freight trains and lipstick tubes for reading. I really appreciate it. Much appreciation to Shadow Psi, ProfTrelawny15, Wind-demoness, jameslvr, and sgtpepper for reviewing!!
Reign In Blood: False Advertising
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That weekend (in mid-March)
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--There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed With a word she can get what she came for
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings In a tree by the book there's a songbird who sings sometimes All our thoughts are misgiven
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west And my spirit is crying for leaving In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees And the voices of those who stand looking
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter
And it makes me wonder
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow Don't be alarmed now It's just a spring clean for the May-Queen Yes there are two paths you can go by But in the long run there's still time to change the road you're on
Your head is humming and it won't go In case you don't know, the piper's calling you to join him Dear lady can you hear the wind below And did you know your stairway lies on the whispering wind?
And as we wind down the road (our shadow taller than our soul) There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show how everything still turns to gold And if you listen very hard the tune will come to you at last When all are one and one is all to be a rock and not to roll...--
Truly young and beautiful. Kind of like a certain adolescent...
Hermione brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear. The sun's rays made her the few freckles on the bridge of her nose stand out and her eyes sparkled in the light. Her hair looked good: thick and slightly wind-blown.
The girl looked lost and alone. Yet, she obviously accepted her inner seclusion and seemed exceptionally content. She was nestled on the castle steps, reading a book. Her back was against the stone stairs, however she felt extremely warm and comfortable.
It was the weekend and she was dressed in some comfortable jeans and one of her boyfriend's sweatshirts. It was red, like his hair. She liked to wear his clothing. It smelled like him and she loved when his aura surrounded him. His scent reminded her of how it used to be...of how he used to be...
"Hello beautiful," someone said from above where Hermione was sitting. It was Ron. She could tell. She looked up and saw her two best friends exiting the castle. They were both dressed in casual clothes and Harry was smiling at her. She smiled back.
Hermione noticed something odd, though, as Ron walked over to her and knelt down. He smiled that funny little smile that she loved. It crinkled the skin around his eyes and showed his left dimple. Ron took his finger and put it gently on Hermione's neck as he leaned down to kiss her.
The kiss was soft and tender. His lips were extremely soft and balmy. He pulled away slightly as Hermione looked into his deep aqua-colored eyes. She instantly felt herself falling in love all over again. She couldn't help it; he was like before...
Ron smiled again as he swept away a piece of Hermione's hair. "Harry and I are going for a walk. Do you want to go?" he asked kindly.
Hermione shifted her weight. He probably wanted her to go. But she had planned to just do something that would make her happy. She loved the boys to death, but listening to them talk about Quidditch for three hours? She'd rather pass.
"Ron, is it...alright if I just stick around here? I've been wanting to finish this book and – "Hermione showed him the cover. It was an old complex "Ancient Runes" hardback book.
Hermione was instantly overcome by a foreboding sense of nervousness. What would Ron do? She turned him down...
To her immense surprise, Ron just smirked. "It's alright, baby. Maybe we can do something later though?"
Hermione was shocked. "Yes," she said, "Yes. Yes, of course. Sure."
Ron got up and said to Harry, "Let's go Harry. The goddess is too good for us."
Hermione laughed and said, "Ron!"
Ron chuckled and replied, "I'm just kidding Hermione." Harry smirked at the couple.
"You two are perfect for each other," Harry said as he rolled his eyes, "Have fun reading, Hermione. As the two males made their way down the school's front steps; Hermione smiled to herself.
"I love you Ron," Hermione called to her boyfriend's retreating back. Ron's pace didn't falter.
"I love you too Hermione," Ron replied. He glanced over his shoulder at her. Ron was still smiling. Harry then slapped his best friend's back and Ron shot Harry a pleasant look in return.
Hermione sighed happily. Maybe things were different now...maybe Ron was trying to change. Maybe he was making an effort to become who he used to be...for Hermione.
He did care for her a lot, more than the two of them could imagine. Or at least that's what Hermione told herself. Instead of seeing Ron's feelings, Hermione often more than not could feel them. She could tell when he was angry, depressed, or happy when others couldn't.
The first time they made love, Ron cried. When Hermione was asking him what was wrong he replied, "I just love you so much, Hermione. You're my everything."
Whenever Ron would hit Hermione or verbally abuse her, Hermione would constantly repeat those words over and over again inside her head.
"I just love you so much, Hermione. You're my everything."