I'll try to make up for the long update period by updating a couple of chapters, how's that?
Dedicated to Chel, because I know she loves this story. Review, girl!
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I,
I'm with you
-I'm With You by: Avril Lavigne
"How's that?" Malfoy asked her. He spat at her, as he walked away, up the stairs and out the door. She lay on the bed, shivering. Malfoy had pulled her out of the bath, not caring to dry her and threw her there. He was angry, and she was his favorite tool to get it out. His voice had snapped her out of her revere. It always did. She learned long ago that not answering him was bad, very bad.
She was still wet, and it was cold where she was. Always cold. Why me? She asked herself. Why, why, why me? She wanted to be with Ron. Always where Ron was.
It was a warm night. A slight breeze blew past. It would probably be the last warm night of the year. Night like those Ron usually worked as hard as possible, all through the night, but not that night.
That night he was sitting on the rooftop of his flat, wondering where his life went wrong.
Hermione's laughter filled the air. She and Ron were walking down the streets of Hogsmead, just them, his arm around her.
"You know something, Ron?" He raised his eyebrows. "You can actually be charming when you want to be." He let out a hearty laugh.
"Why thank you." She smiled up at him. He started to lean down, but she turned away.
"It's probably going to be that last warm night of the season." Ron rolled his, here they were trying to have a romantic evening, and she was talking about the weather, typical Hermione.
"Hermione."
"Hmmm?"
"Will you look at me?" She did. "No matter how many cold nights there are, I still love you."
Suddenly it was cold on the rooftop. Ron could feel his tears falling down. It had been the last warm night of the season. She had been right, as usual. But it had also been the last warm night for Ron. The night after was icy down to his core. It was the night she left. The night she was taken from him. It was never warm again for Ron.
Arms wrapped around him.
"It's not good to dwell on dreams, Ron." Sandra's words rang loud and clear through his mind. He could no longer dwell on...her. No, he told himself sharply. Say her name. Hermione.
They stood. Sandra wished she could be struck down dead right then. How could she say such a thing to him, when she was dwelling on a- No, it wasn't a dream. It was a reality, and if she wanted to keep it a reality, she would keep Ron from thinking about her. She had to keep Ron from thinking about her; it was the only way for her reality to live, and her dream to stay.