With All My Strength

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Part 4

          When Walter left, Ron and I had sat talking about old time's and Harry.

          "I don't think he is going to come, Hermione." Ron said finally.

          "What?" I gasped. "How can you give up faith in Harry? He has never let us down before!"

          "Someone will prevent him from coming. It's what they want anyways. Harry isn't that stupid. He is going to come and they will kill him and then kill all of us, in one shot. If he waits and thinks of a proper plan, or doesn't come, then we have a longer time to live. I thought you would know that, with all your book smarts." Ron replied.

          "No. You're being crazy." I said. "NO." I couldn't help it anymore. All the anger, all the fear, poured out of my body in one sudden flip and I ended up crying upon Ron's shoulders. He was warm and his arms felt good wrapped tightly around me.

          "It's all right, Hermione." Ron said in a less than sure voice.

          I shuddered and then whispered, "No, it isn't…" As silently as possible.

          When I lifted my head to look him in the eyes, his view was warily concentrated on a far off corner. He was avoiding my eyes, he was avoiding the thought that maybe, if he looked in my eyes, he would see too much in them. What would he see? The fear I held? The determination? What was it that I was holding in my eyes, trying to hide from everyone? All I was doing was hiding it from myself.

          "If Harry isn't going to do anything…" I said softly, turning Ron's head toward mine and staring into his eyes, "Then I guess I'll have to do something myself."

          Ron pouted with those smooth lips of his, peering at me with a hint of humour in his eyes. I concentrated on his Adams apple as he spoke.

          "All right," He breathed. "What do you expect you are going to do? Just run out of here and save all of us? You can think it 'Mione, but its not that easy."

          I glanced over at the barred doors and brought myself so close to him that while he was sitting, I stood on my knees, feeling his chest movements from his breathing, move against my stomach. Then I sat down half on his lap and tilted my head down as I brought his chin up. Our noses touched and I blinked away any thought of a fountain of tears that were on the verge of pouring out.

          "Nothing is ever easy." I whispered.

          He moved forward to kiss me and I moved away slightly, teasing.

          "I told you. It's not easy."

          He laughed and pulled me forward again, ignoring my teasing and pulling me into a kiss.

          "Stop making me want you." He said playfully.

          I only laughed. "You do that to yourself."

          His lips parted and he looked at me with those tired eyes. They showed the compassion of someone who knew exactly what I was feeling, and had seen too much in his life. I knew he hadn't seen the start of it, but I had a feeling that he was on the verge of exploding as well. Not with tears like mine, but with anger hidden deep within him, making him want to kill any one of Voldemorts men with his own bare, torn hands. Although we all wanted to do that, his eyes told me that not only did he want to, but also he would.

          I stood up as he leaned in again, and missed my lips, kissing my chin.

          "Sorry," I laughed, "but I have to go."

          Ron stood up looking me over. "Your not serious?" He asked.

          I nodded.

          "I'll come with you." He answered.

          My thoughts were mixed up. What exactly was I going to do? Then the thought hit me. I was going to fight Voldemort. I was going to get all of my friends and peers out of here. I was going to find Harry and Ginny. I was going to win.

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          It took no less than three hours to finally blast a hole large enough for Ron and I to crawl through by using a large range of spells. Stupid gits forgot to take our wands… or at least they thought since it was night we didn't have them on us. What sane person doesn't carry a wand at night? Ron, perhaps. Okay, maybe I am the only person who did, but you cant blame me for wanting to have my safety. What, with Harry always being in danger, who wouldn't expect one person of our happy little trio to carry a wand. It's only for protection after all.

          Ron says its madness. Bloody madness. Does everything have to be bloody with him? I sighed while thinking all of this. Was there any way I would be able to beat Voldemort?

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          "You think I'm not sane?" I asked Ron as we continued to crawl through the tunnel I was making in the wall. It was awful squishy in there, not much arm room to conduct me spells at all, really. Ron was making me angry. I was cramped, hot, and worried. I was scared and sad, and well… no one could really blame me right?

          "I think you're sane." Ron said nodding. "Just with the word 'in' placed at the front."

          I faked a laugh. "Oh, very funny, next wonder of the universe."

          He was silent.

          I sighed and continued spitting the same spell out of the end of my wand.

          "Are you almost finished?" He asked.

          I glared at him.

          "Sorry." He said silently. "Are you tired?"

          I nodded. All of the sudden my eyelids felt as if they weighed a hundred pounds. Ron pulled me close to him; closer than I already was. I moved under him and he lay on top of me, both of us closing our eyes. We were exhausted.

          "Are you ready to fight Voldemort?" Ron asked.

          "Mmm? Oh, oh yeah. I think…" I muttered.

          His breathing had slowed and it had gotten deeper. He was asleep. So was I.

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A/N: I know this chapter might have been confusing, but I know what I am doing. Lets see… the characters may seem a bit out of themselves, but I don't know, I'm sort of struggling with my thoughts on this story right now. Sorry for the delay, once again. Thank you to all my reviewers who are still there for me, I know that I would be loosing my patience with myself if I were you, but thank you because it means the world and more to me. I would do shout outs to all of you but since there are quite a few of you from this story and my other ones, I cant really do it because I don't have the time. Special thanks to all of you I guess; you guys rock!

Your very sorry friend,

    Kit