Ron and Shanon: Story 3
Chapter 4
Ron laid in bed, crying and not moving. He hadn't slept all night. Too many problems. Too much sadness. He went over his problems in his head. Shanon loved Draco. She was leaving. It was his last year at Hogwarts. As if to top it all off, Profressor Mcgonagall had caught the party, as well as all the beer, and 100 points had been taken from Gryffindor, which put them back in last place. All people attending the party had two extra essays for her due. What wasn't fair, was that she had used the guest list to see who owed her essays, but Draco, Pansy, and Crabb and Goyle weren't even on the guest list. Ron groaned and turned over in bed.
Eventually he got up and looked out the window. His head spun from all the alcohol and he couldn't stand up straight. Looking out the window down the side of Hogwarts, the wall seemed to get longer. It was just the beer.
All of a sudden Ron felt his stomach lurch. He raced to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. It was even worse then the slugs. He wiped his mouth with a towel, but only began to throw up some more. He gagged and watched it fall into the toilet sloppily.
"Yechhh...." Ron wiped his mouth again, but only threw up yet again. He threw up until the toilet bowl was practically filled. He felt weak. It felt like if he moved, his whole stomach would crumple. So he just laid in the bathroom, crying silently. He knew he looked pathetic. He knew he looked sad. But nothing mattered right now.
Harry yawned and rubbed his forehead. He felt around his bed side table for his glasses. He put them on, and it seemed like they triggered a memory. The memory of the night before. When all of it happened.
He had never seen Hermione so angry before. She was fuming and stomping around the room cleaning up with everyone else, vowing to kill Malfoy and strangle his guts out. She threw things into the garbage with force that shook it, and her eyes were blaring.
And if Hermione was bad, then Ron was a wreck. And he was. He had fainted from all the alcohol. But as Harry was laying him in his bed, he woke up and just completely broke down, yelling about everything that had just happened. Harry didn't want to see him like this, but he couldn't leave him alone. He might jump out of the window in a frenzy! So he stayed with Ron till Ron talked himself blue in the face and fell over in his bed breathing fast. Then Harry went back down to help.
These thoughts of Ron reminded him of his friend and he turned to his bed. In a panic, he saw his bed was empty. Harry jumped up but then heard a groan from the bathroom. Harry ran to it and swung the door open. Ron was on the ground, clutching his stomach. Vomit was everywhere, as well as blood. Ron was so pale; Harry could see his veins through his face.
"RON!"
Harry fell to the ground next to him and took his friends wrist. It was cut. Taking his pulse, Harry tried to lift Ron up. Finally, Harry got him on his back and took him out into the dorm. Dean Thomas was up, and raced over to help. Together, he and Dean took Ron down to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey spent some time behind the shojy screen. She eventually came out and rubbed her head.
"He'll be fine." She sighed, and Harry and Dean let out a long breath of relief. "But I hope this teaches him not to drink so much." She shook her head in shame.
Harry felt anger in him. He felt like yelling that it wasn't Ron's fault. Ron wasn't like that! But he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to hold it back. Dean must have felt his anger, because he grabbed Harry's hand and slowly lead them out.
"The nerve!" Dean complained as soon as they were out. "What a bitch to speak of a Weasley in such a way! Sure the twins were a problem, but they weren't drunks!" Dean clenched his teeth. Harry nodded.
"The Weasleys are good people." Harry said quietly. "This isn't good for them." He rubbed his forehead.
Back at the common room, Hermione was waiting. She was sitting in an arm chair, wringing her hands nervously. When Harry walked in, she jumped up and ran over to him, hugging him.
"He'll be fine." Harry whispered. Hermione breathed out and sat down, rubbing her eyes.
"I can't believe Draco!" she pounded a fist into the chair as tears filled her eyes. "He's hurt Ron so much but this will scar Ron so much I............I............." Hermione burst into tears and Harry hugged her soothingly.
"Who knows what he'll do............" she trailed off and Harry grabbed her hand.
"Let's no think of that." He whispered into her ear. He kissed her cheek softly.
Ron got out of the hospital wing the day Shanon was leaving. He strode out with a bandage around his wrist. Even though everything was better, his skin was still very pale. He walked slowly, bumping into people and things in the hall without caring. Recently, a knife or high ledge looked so pleasing.
He turned a corner and there. In front of him was someone. Her hair was long thick and a dark brown. Her eyes were hazel and green specks made them shine. She was thin and tall and her skin was a tan color. She looked at him. Ron felt his stomach lurch. The walls spun and he clutched his head. He could feel his feet sway as he felt for something to hold onto but there was nothing there. Words echoed around him. He looked back at the girl. She was eyeing him in a disgusted way. She was with Draco. Draco Malfoy, the boy who had caused hom so much pain. Ron wouldn't die till Draco as dead. And the girl................
Shanon. The Great Hall that day. The dance that night. The quidditch field. The dorm that night. The pillow fight. They were all memories of her. Her. Her. Her. The words echoed in his head and he couldn't take it anymore. He screamed and ran toward her. She was walking out the door with her bags and blowing a kiss to Draco as she left. Draco waved and smiled.
Ron tore through the doors, yelling her name.
"Run Weasley." Draco grinned as he ran by. "But she is all mine now. You have nothing left. Just die." Draco smiled maliciously and slithered away laughing.
Ron saw her getting on the train. She stepped on and the train started.
"SHANON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The girl looked down from the step and saw a boy running toward her. Red hair. Green eyes.
"SHANON NO PLEASE!!!!!" Ron ran as fast as he could to keep up with the train. "SHANON!!!" He looked into her eyes. For a moment he saw reality don on her. For a moment she remembered how much she loved him. But only for a moment. The next second she was turning away and closing the door. Ron screamed at the top of his lungs.
"SHANON PLEASE. I LOVE YOU!!!"
He watched as the train carrying the most important thing in his life left and got smaller and smaller, till it was all gone. Till she was gone.
Author's Note: I know it's sad! But please, just review, and I will write faster! I have the story planned out.