Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the idea for this story. All else belongs to the wonderful J.K Rowling.

A/N: So this chapter is a little filler and if you really wanted to know what happens to Hermione, I'm sorry you'll just have to wait (blame "Rosie"). I thought Ron could do with his own wee chapter and seeing as people wanted to know why on earth the Dark Lord has taken Hermione, maybe he can explain it better than me. They really are both that stubborn...only something dramatic (and traumatic) can push them in the right direction. Just think of Voldemort as their cloud...soon there will be a silver lining. I promise.

Contumacious Companions

'Hermione is gone and no one even cares! How can no one be doing anything? Anything could happen to her while they sit around and talk about rescuing her. Dumbledore is supposed to protect her, but he sends Snape? Snape? He's one of our enemies...even if he is on the "good side" I still wouldn't trust him with...with...well with anything.'

Ron ranted to himself as he searched his room for the necessary equipment to rescue Hermione. He had already "borrowed" Harry's invisibility cloak and firebolt. He had researched the location and taken a map from the library, or rather ripped it out of the book whilst coughing really loudly to cover the noise.

'Anything could be happening to her... I hope he hasn't hurt her. I'll kill him if he has... or at least I can attempt one of Hermione's evil glares, without the cute side. Why would he want her? Does he want her to become one of his 'friends'? He can't honestly believe that Hermione, the sweetest, smartest girl I've ever met, would want to become one of them!' He continued to rage as he searched for his bag.

Ron finally found his expanding rucksack, which Hermione had bought him last Christmas along with some book that he really should get around to reading. 'Always sensible Hermione. It's lucky she's not here to tell me how bad an idea this is. She'd probably chew my head off for just thinking about rescuing her. But how can I not? It's not like I can live without her... I need her... to do my homework and stuff.'

Ron sighed. He couldn't even admit it to himself. He had the courage to fight the Dark Lord, play life size Wizard's Chess, he'd even tested the twins newest invention (and lost an eye brow) but he still couldn't find the courage to admit what everyone else knew anyway. Not even to him.

In frustration he pushed a box out of his wardrobe so that he could reach his broom. He turned round to see books and pages scattered over the floor. He sighed as he bent down to pick them up, finding an envelope addressed to him. It was a pretty pink with delicate handwriting. He noticed that the book it had fallen out of was that one he never did get round to reading from Hermione. As he thought of her his heart seemed to crack, but he couldn't help but smile. He opened the envelope slowly to find a single sheet of matching pink paper. Hermione's neat, elegant script flowed over the page.

Rose petals gently fall,

Caressing her with a kiss.

She's wanted this for forever now,

And finally got her wish.


But even now her tears fall,

As she knows that winter will come.

She can't stay to witness the pain,

So she turns her back on her love.


The months pass, as she fears the worst,

That her rose has lost his soul.

Losing his petals saved him from the frost,

And their love can again be whole.

Ron read it over and over again not really understanding what it meant. He knew it spoke of love, but love of what? He turned the page in his hand to find a tender message written on the back.

I know, as you read this you probably still have no idea how I feel. Even through all the fights I still only remember the good times. The times when we were close and I felt my heart skip. Those were the times I always awaited. The times that made me feel so happy and yet so sad; I knew that something bad would happen. I knew that there would be something to stop any chance of me sharing one of those moments with you. I know it's just not meant to be. So that's why I started being distant. I didn't talk to you as much as I wanted and then we just kind of fitted into the routine of constant bickering. I know that by doing what I thought was right I've ruined everything between us. I just wish that what I did was actually right and that we can save those blissful moments. I long for you to love me, as I love you. For us to be whole. But I'm sure it never can be.

I'm placing this letter in your book, as I can't give it to you any other way. I know that you'll probably never read it, but I just couldn't stop writing it. I'll never admit any of this to myself, and once this letter has passed from my hands I'll hopefully never think of it again.

The letter stood unfinished. Ron buried his head in his hands as he cried for about the third time in his entire life. She was gone, maybe for forever, and she actually felt something for him, but she'd given up on him. It was his own fault really, for being so stubborn. He raised himself with renewed defiance and packed the rest of his things. He opened up his window and mounted his broom, flying into the sun to save his friend.

So I plan on updating really soon cause I already had the next chapter written before this one. Odd how things work. I don't even think I like this chapter, but it's written now.

Polly – thanks for your review! I'm going to update again soon cause I'm really nearly finished my story. I just have a few loose ends to tie up!

Rosemary the Rubix Cube –do you like this chapter? Constructive criticism...please tell me how I can go slower...my fingers just seem to type without direction, you know me! OH you could have been my Beta, but there aren't many chapters left I don't think...hmm.

MornirDragon – I hope you are less confused about the dark lord bit...basically Voldemort has taken Hermione in the hope of drawing Harry (plus Hermione could be useful, as she is a genius). Voldemort thinks that he only needs the idea of a heroic rescue, so he can kill Hermione anyway...sorry for being confusing. I really don't like writing about Voldemort etc but was informed that I should cause romance just isn't enough anymore.

draco's seceret lover- I'm glad you keep reading even though we British are odd with our spelling. Any more confusion I'll gladly try and help!