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A/N: Here it is. Chapter number nine. I'm on a roll. Thanks for reading and reviewing. Comments, flames, and suggestions are all welcomed and appreciated. Oh, and thanks for being patient :).
Ron stood and made his way out of the dormitory that he shared with four other 16-year old Gryfinndors. Ron felt very mellow.
However, as he was making his way closer to the door, Ron stumbled over a broken inkbottle. In reaction, he moved away from it. Ron felt the back of his heal smash into the point of a quill. He could feel a piece of broken glass in his other foot.
Ron groaned angrily as he sat down on the end of Dean's bed. He attempted to slowly ease the glass section out of his big toe.
'Well, my day is ruined,' he thought, exasperated, 'Damn glass.'
After achieving taking the glass out of his skin, Ron walked out of the room and towards the Great Hall.
But this time, he looked where he was stepping.
Ron entered the Great Hall and recognized that breakfast was almost over. He quickly scanned the tabled, spotted Hermione, and instantly became overcome with pure jealousy.
He began walking towards them. The beautiful vixen herself was sitting next to the infamous Harry Potter. They were both laughing. Not just laughing.
Laughing
Ron could see their expressions from where he was and getting closer. Hermione had that little smile that she put on when she was flirting. Ron loved that smile. Her nose crinkled, and her freckles stood out more than ever. Hermione's eyes looked so bright. It was his smile.
Hermione was touching Harry's forearm in an affectionate kind of way.
Harry was responding with a funny grin. Harry's head was terribly close to Hermione's. Ron was about ten feet away from the duo.
Harry tilted his head slightly. He looked like he wanted to kiss Hermione.
Not bothering to realize that he was doing, Ron approached his best friend. He hastily shoved Hermione's hand away from Harry and roughly tossed Harry's chair away. Harry's chair promptly toppled sideways and hit the ground. Harry went with it.
Heads turned and Ron could feel McGonagall's presence coming closer. He hurriedly grabbed Hermione's hand and looked down at Harry.
Harry looked shocked, nervous, and bemused all at the same time. His eyes were dark, yet curious.
"Stay away from my girl, mate," Ron said just above his breath.
Harry heard though and Ron knew it. A look had come over Harry that Ron had never seen before: a true, betrayed stare, straight from the heart.
Harry looked (and felt) perfectly and absolutely deceived. Harry Potter: betrayed by his best friend. And in front of the entire school, nonetheless.
Ron quickly walked away with Hermione, despite her objections. Ron just tuned her voice out as 1,000 pairs of eyes watched them leave. McGonagall was probably yelling for him to stop.
As soon as the couple exited the heavy wooden doors, Ron's ears seemed to have turned up the volume. He caught the last important bit of Hermione's rant.
"-think you're doing? You disgust me, Ron!"
He rounded on her instantly, hearing (rather than feeling) the sickening thud of flesh and bone hitting flesh and bone.
"Never," he breathed.
Hermione was on the brink of tears. Ron could feel her shaking. He knew she thought he was changed. But he wasn't. His open, gaping wounds would never heal.
"Never talk to me like that again."
Hermione looked like a small child, cowering before her master.
Ron let go of her hand and wordlessly walked in the opposite direction.
Hermione crumpled to the ground as she watched his retreating back. "Ron..." she whispered.
"Ron, I'm sorry," Hermione yelled.
The only answer she got in return was her own echo. The corridor suddenly felt cold and uninviting. Hermione tightly held her hair in her hands as she sobbed. She felt so utterly lost without her other half.
Hermione then gently whispered, "I wish I could gather all my tears so I could fucking drown you in them, Ronald Weasley."
The silence pressed down on and around her. She was so alone. Yet, Hermione felt a shadow over her. She sent out her senses and immediately picked up danger.
'Is it real?' she contemplated exhaustingly, 'Or is it all in my mind?'
A/N: Here it is. Chapter number nine. I'm on a roll. Thanks for reading and reviewing. Comments, flames, and suggestions are all welcomed and appreciated. Oh, and thanks for being patient :).
Ron stood and made his way out of the dormitory that he shared with four other 16-year old Gryfinndors. Ron felt very mellow.
However, as he was making his way closer to the door, Ron stumbled over a broken inkbottle. In reaction, he moved away from it. Ron felt the back of his heal smash into the point of a quill. He could feel a piece of broken glass in his other foot.
Ron groaned angrily as he sat down on the end of Dean's bed. He attempted to slowly ease the glass section out of his big toe.
'Well, my day is ruined,' he thought, exasperated, 'Damn glass.'
After achieving taking the glass out of his skin, Ron walked out of the room and towards the Great Hall.
But this time, he looked where he was stepping.
Ron entered the Great Hall and recognized that breakfast was almost over. He quickly scanned the tabled, spotted Hermione, and instantly became overcome with pure jealousy.
He began walking towards them. The beautiful vixen herself was sitting next to the infamous Harry Potter. They were both laughing. Not just laughing.
Laughing
Ron could see their expressions from where he was and getting closer. Hermione had that little smile that she put on when she was flirting. Ron loved that smile. Her nose crinkled, and her freckles stood out more than ever. Hermione's eyes looked so bright. It was his smile.
Hermione was touching Harry's forearm in an affectionate kind of way.
Harry was responding with a funny grin. Harry's head was terribly close to Hermione's. Ron was about ten feet away from the duo.
Harry tilted his head slightly. He looked like he wanted to kiss Hermione.
Not bothering to realize that he was doing, Ron approached his best friend. He hastily shoved Hermione's hand away from Harry and roughly tossed Harry's chair away. Harry's chair promptly toppled sideways and hit the ground. Harry went with it.
Heads turned and Ron could feel McGonagall's presence coming closer. He hurriedly grabbed Hermione's hand and looked down at Harry.
Harry looked shocked, nervous, and bemused all at the same time. His eyes were dark, yet curious.
"Stay away from my girl, mate," Ron said just above his breath.
Harry heard though and Ron knew it. A look had come over Harry that Ron had never seen before: a true, betrayed stare, straight from the heart.
Harry looked (and felt) perfectly and absolutely deceived. Harry Potter: betrayed by his best friend. And in front of the entire school, nonetheless.
Ron quickly walked away with Hermione, despite her objections. Ron just tuned her voice out as 1,000 pairs of eyes watched them leave. McGonagall was probably yelling for him to stop.
As soon as the couple exited the heavy wooden doors, Ron's ears seemed to have turned up the volume. He caught the last important bit of Hermione's rant.
"-think you're doing? You disgust me, Ron!"
He rounded on her instantly, hearing (rather than feeling) the sickening thud of flesh and bone hitting flesh and bone.
"Never," he breathed.
Hermione was on the brink of tears. Ron could feel her shaking. He knew she thought he was changed. But he wasn't. His open, gaping wounds would never heal.
"Never talk to me like that again."
Hermione looked like a small child, cowering before her master.
Ron let go of her hand and wordlessly walked in the opposite direction.
Hermione crumpled to the ground as she watched his retreating back. "Ron..." she whispered.
"Ron, I'm sorry," Hermione yelled.
The only answer she got in return was her own echo. The corridor suddenly felt cold and uninviting. Hermione tightly held her hair in her hands as she sobbed. She felt so utterly lost without her other half.
Hermione then gently whispered, "I wish I could gather all my tears so I could fucking drown you in them, Ronald Weasley."
The silence pressed down on and around her. She was so alone. Yet, Hermione felt a shadow over her. She sent out her senses and immediately picked up danger.
'Is it real?' she contemplated exhaustingly, 'Or is it all in my mind?'