Chapter 4

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"Will Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger please report to the Great Hall." Said the booming voice through the Halls after the last class. Ron and Hermione quickly exchanged glances and headed for the Great Hall.

"What do you think they want?" Hermione asked Ron.

"Don't know, Maybe Mum and Dad are here early."

They made their way there, both anxious to see why they were summoned.

Once inside the giant doors, they both saw the whole Weasley Family standing before them. Mrs. Weasley had a "Confident, but sad look." Mr. Weasley had his anger/sadness face brandished. The twins were both not they're usual selves, there was no happiness in their features at all. Bill and Charlie were both talking quietly at the Hufflepuff table.

"Oh, Ronald!!" Shouted Mrs. Weasley as she burst into tears. She kind of galloped over to him and threw her arms around him.

"Mum!"

"You poor boy, having been here when Ginny..."

"Mum!!"

"And your own classmate killing her..."

"Mum!!!"

"Yes dear?"

"You're choking me!!!!!" Ron barely got out.

But this time no one laughed. There was no need to laugh. And as if it just hit her, Hermione began to cry. Mrs. Weasley then put her attention on the girl who was like a niece to her.

"You poor dear..." Mrs. Weasley cried, and hugged her even more.

After the funeral, Ron and Hermione made their way up to the Common Room.

"Hermione, can I ask you a question?" Ron piped up.

"Sure, I guess." She returned.

"Why did you break down right then, if I had known that you were having such a hard time..."

"You would what, tell me that everything would be alright? No, Ron it won't ever be all right. I saw her face as the spell hit her; I saw Malfoy's face as he walk toward me. No comfort could ever erase those pictures from my brain." She said as she watched as Ron's face turn from emotion to emotion.

"Not even a kiss?" Ron quipped as he moved toward her.

"Weasley, you are one charmer, such a con artist. What makes you think that a kiss would help?" she spoke, as she looked at his face, red as a beet.

"Read Me, Granger." And he leaned his head in and she tilted her head up...

"Password?" The picture asked rather forcefully, breaking the moment up.

"Uh... Ron... I got to go to bed... its getting late." She spoke as she backed away.

"Yeah... uh... me too."