Read Me, Granger
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"Aw come on, Ginny!!!"
Ginny and Hermione are walking the grounds of Hogwarts. Hermione is five foot ten and slim, her hair finally taming itself and she looked absolutely ladylike. She was in her seventh year at Hogwarts, and was Head Girl. She was walking by the now five foot one Ginny Weasley, who's red hair had considerably darkened. But she was still slim and pretty (at least every boy in sixth year thought so.)
"No Hermione, I'm not going to date Colin if he was the last wizard left at Hogwarts. So bug off!" Stated the now red Weasly girl.
"Come on Ginny, everybody knows you like each other. Stop pretending." Hermione quipped back.
"Not until you say that you like Ron." Ginny challenged.
But before Hermione could defend herself she heard a loud Incantation, and an explosion. Ginny dropped to the ground, and Hermione turned around with her wand in a ready position. Across the lawn stood the blonde that Hermione hated the most, Malfoy.
"Did she scream?" He said as he made his way across the lawn towards Hermione.
She looked down at her fallen friend recognizing the spell that Malfoy had used. Avada Kedavra, the killing curse. She screamed with horror and turned to face Ginny's killer with a fire in her eyes.
"What's wrong Mudblood, Did I do something Wrong?" Malfoy said smoothly, enjoying every word.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione yelled as she pointed her wand at Malfoy, who for some reason didn't fight back. And without a fight he hit the ground flat as a board. She then fell beside Ginny checking for a pulse. She gasped, and looked toward the castle open mouthed. Coming to her was Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Flitwick who all had heard the explosion from the courtyard. All three with fright and concern draped on their faces.
"Miss Granger...Oh Merlin." Came out of McGonagall as she grabbed Dumbledore's robes.
"Uh...Ginny...dead...Malfoy... Killing spell." Hermione stuttered as she started to cry.
"Mr. Weasly? Come with me."
Ron looking bewildered followed McGonagall out of the crowded Common Room. He now six foot three towered over his Professor. He still had flaming red hair, but he had now grown into his large hands and feet nicely. His face was easy on the eyes, and he was rather muscular, and looked real good in his robes. Being without Harry Potter had made him more accustomed to doing his schoolwork, which had landed him Head Boy-ship. Harry had to go into hiding during sixth year to be ready for Voldemort's attack.
"What is it professor? Is Harry Back?" He asked excitedly, hoping his friend had returned.
"No Weasly, but... uh... Oh come on." She fought to find the right words for what had just happened.
They walked out of the portrait and headed for the Grand Staircase. About Third floor, near the Hospital, was a shaking Hermione in front of him. Ron ran to her and put a hand on her back.
"Hermione, what happened?" He asked with the most concern.
"Ginny, Ron." She barely got out.
"What about Gin?" Ron looked over at McGonagall "Is she ok?"
"She's dead." Said McGonagall, with sadness.
"She's What????"
"Dead, Ron.... There was nothing I could do.... Malfoy ambushed us," Hermione answered.
Ron's Knees buckled and he steadied himself on Hermione's Shoulder. But then comes Malfoy being restrained with a charm by Dumbledore, Snape, and some unknown Man. They stopped in front of the Trio so Dumbledore can talk to McGonagall. Ron lunges at Malfoy with rage. Hermione grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back. She darted around to face him, then she hugged him with all her might hoping it might stop him. He was staring a Malfoy with disgust as Hermione ran her hand up Ron's back trying to comfort him. Snape was taken aback, and the man with them yelped with surprise.
"Ron don't" She had to push him against the wall, and hit his hand to stop him from reaching his wand. He was now flat against the wall and Hermione tried to hold him.
Malfoy saw this and quipped "Hold on to her Weasly, She's next. Unless your blood gets her first."
They pulled Malfoy away and down the hall. Hermione realized what she was doing and let go of her tall friend, and looked at McGonagall to see if she saw this. McGonagall looked away as if she did not, and tried not to smile for Hermione's sake. Ron on the other hand was still against the wall in the same position Hermione left him in. He started to sob dryly as he slipped to the floor. Hermione put attention back on Ron and bent down to sit next to him. He looked at her with tears flowing down his face and put his head into her shoulder. She grabbed his hand and fought back tears, but she could not for long and they started to flow as madly as Ron's.
Romance