Take Away My Pain
Chapter 5: Warmth of Fire and Privacy of Darkness
As Hermione returned to the Gryffindor Common Room, she noticed finally that it was dark outside, late at night, past curfew. The Fat Lady was already sleeping and she felt bad waking her up but it was insignificant at this point. As the Fat Lady jumped up awake, she squinted to gain her vision. "Child, shouldn't you be asleep?" she questioned with a yawn.
"Please just let me in," Hermione begged.
"You look terrible! Where have you been! Oh wait, you're the head girl, right? You must have been up patrolling! Sweetheart, it seems as though Head Duties are taking a toll on your sleeping patterns. Maybe you should talk to Professor McGonagall and..."
"I don't mean to be rude but..."
"A growing child needs so many of hours of sleep each night...otherwise they throw their entire schedule off..."
"COULD YOU PLEASE JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME IN!" Hermione screamed in anger and extreme frustration.
"Password?" the Fat Lady said with a hmph.
"Sugarquills and dandelions," she whispered feeling a wave of exhaustion come upon her. "NOW can I get in? I'm really quite fatigued!"
The door opened up to an empty Common Room, save one person. The crimson and gold colors of the room seemed to Hermione as though they were trying too hard to make it a cheerful place. She knew the common room would never be cheerful again, at least not for her. So bright colors only served to make her remember and it infuriated her.
She found Ron sitting by the fire, just watching it burn. The flames flickered and gave him a shadowy appearance. He seemed to have been there for quite a few hours, having nothing better to do. He was clutching a wrinkled letter in his left hand and she caught a glimpse of the writing, Harry's handwriting. He had a firewhiskey in the other hand and the glass was 3/4 empty. His eyes reflected the flickering embers and she decided to make her presence known.
"It's amazing how it seems so lovely, dancing and all," she commented numbly. "The fire appears so beautiful." She walked over to it and slowly placed her hand to hover above it feeling its stinging sensation. "But for something so beautiful, it burns like the very pits of hell."
Ron said nothing just as she expected and she withdrew her hand from the fire. It was scarred now and burned badly but she couldn't feel it. It was nothing to her. She had done worse things to herself since Harry left. Self-mutilation took away the pain, at least temporarily. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would be cutting herself or burning herself but she did and it felt good. But she concealed the wounds, placing spells on them to make them go away. If anyone ever found out, they'd make her go to a shrink and she couldn't have that.
The fire was the only thing that truly understood her. She loved to watch it dance in the fireplace, singing a song that only she could hear. "The fire can be your best friend and your worst enemy at the same time," she said in a whisper.
"It can drive you mad," she continued while walking over to where he sat. Slowly, she lifted herself up onto the chair and sat down in a position that made Ron a little confused. She was straddling him.
"Its dance taunts us, tempting us to come closer." She began to move her hips in a circular motion, grinding into him. Her skirt hiked up to her mid thigh and her creamy white legs were exposed.
"Its burnt scent makes our senses crash and we begin to lose control." She leaned in closer so he could smell her scent. Though she used no perfume, she had a natural scent, smelling almost like a pure mixture of lust and passion. Sex.
"Its touch is both cold and warm, confusing us beyond belief." She ran her hand along his cheek sending chills up and down his spine. Her hand traveled down his stomach landing an inch above his pants. She allowed her hand to go under his shirt and she reached up, running her fingers over his stomach.
"The sound of it cackling makes us want to rip out our eardrums." She leaned in even closer and nibbled on his earlobe and he just sat there and did nothing. She was still grinding, making him a little TOO excited for whatever was to come next. She bit, licked and nibbled his ear, tugging it down every so often.
"And eventually ," she continued, "We just want it to end, to die out so we can be rid of its taunting and teasing. But it just won't go away. You can't bring yourself to get rid of something so beautiful. And the taste it leaves in your mouth tells you that you'll be back the next day, watching it dance." Then, she brushed her lips gently against his leaving much to be desired.
Seeing no reaction, she pushed off the chair and walked back to the fire. Once more, she stuck her hand in, holding it about a foot above the flames. She made a hissing noise and watched the fire die out.
"But as much as I love the fire," she continued, "I love the darkness even more. You see... the darkness hides us whereas the fire exposes us. The darkness envelopes our every emotion, holding it in. The fire draws it out of us, making us get rid of it, sending new emotions through us. Fear. Hate. Passion." She looked down at her hand and said a quick healing charm.
Slowly, she turned to head up to her room only reaching the first step before a cold hand stopped her. "Does it hurt?" She turned to see Ron's face looking scared and afraid. She didn't know exactly what he was asking but it didn't really matter as he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. His lips lingered on the surface of her hand as if he was trying to find the scars from the burns, as if he was expecting the surface to be rough and calloused.
"Only when I sleep," she responded, glad that he was talking again. Though her pain was unbearable, she had been praying for Ron every day, afraid that he would bring himself so far down that he would eventually fall into shadow. Now, they both held the others hand in theirs, never wanting to let go. Neither one was smiling but it was a start.
Minerva McGongall walked in to the common room looking for the head girl. She had shirked her duties that evening and she needed to know why. When she walked in, she found who she was looking for but she also found a sight that brought tears to her eyes. It was Hermione and Ron and they were holding hands. She feared for the students after the disappearance of their friend. They had completely ignored their studies and barely spoke to anyone. She had almost begun to wonder if Ron had gone completely mute but it appeared as though they would be all right now, with each other to pull them through.
She quickly left for them to work it out on their own. Any disturbances may mess things up, causing them to start back at square one and no one wanted that.
Ron knew that Hermione had created a problem earlier and he needed it to be fixed. He wanted Hermione so badly, always had and always would. He knew it was probable that he was just the rebound man but did that matter to him? Not really. As long as he had her, felt her, touched her.
He ran his hand over her cheek feeling a cold glow coming from her. "Be my angel tonight? Make me feel the fire?"
She put her hand on his cheek and whispered ever so softly into his ear, "Tonight we save each other."
A/N...I know it's been a while and it's a short chapter but I had a lot of complications with my computer and I know there's no excuse but I hope the chapter was worth the wait. The story will be ending soon b/c right after I updated the fourth chapter I realized that the whole story should have been a one shot but I'll probably wind up ending it at chapter 6 or 7. Hope you enjoyed.
Chapter 5: Warmth of Fire and Privacy of Darkness
As Hermione returned to the Gryffindor Common Room, she noticed finally that it was dark outside, late at night, past curfew. The Fat Lady was already sleeping and she felt bad waking her up but it was insignificant at this point. As the Fat Lady jumped up awake, she squinted to gain her vision. "Child, shouldn't you be asleep?" she questioned with a yawn.
"Please just let me in," Hermione begged.
"You look terrible! Where have you been! Oh wait, you're the head girl, right? You must have been up patrolling! Sweetheart, it seems as though Head Duties are taking a toll on your sleeping patterns. Maybe you should talk to Professor McGonagall and..."
"I don't mean to be rude but..."
"A growing child needs so many of hours of sleep each night...otherwise they throw their entire schedule off..."
"COULD YOU PLEASE JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME IN!" Hermione screamed in anger and extreme frustration.
"Password?" the Fat Lady said with a hmph.
"Sugarquills and dandelions," she whispered feeling a wave of exhaustion come upon her. "NOW can I get in? I'm really quite fatigued!"
The door opened up to an empty Common Room, save one person. The crimson and gold colors of the room seemed to Hermione as though they were trying too hard to make it a cheerful place. She knew the common room would never be cheerful again, at least not for her. So bright colors only served to make her remember and it infuriated her.
She found Ron sitting by the fire, just watching it burn. The flames flickered and gave him a shadowy appearance. He seemed to have been there for quite a few hours, having nothing better to do. He was clutching a wrinkled letter in his left hand and she caught a glimpse of the writing, Harry's handwriting. He had a firewhiskey in the other hand and the glass was 3/4 empty. His eyes reflected the flickering embers and she decided to make her presence known.
"It's amazing how it seems so lovely, dancing and all," she commented numbly. "The fire appears so beautiful." She walked over to it and slowly placed her hand to hover above it feeling its stinging sensation. "But for something so beautiful, it burns like the very pits of hell."
Ron said nothing just as she expected and she withdrew her hand from the fire. It was scarred now and burned badly but she couldn't feel it. It was nothing to her. She had done worse things to herself since Harry left. Self-mutilation took away the pain, at least temporarily. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would be cutting herself or burning herself but she did and it felt good. But she concealed the wounds, placing spells on them to make them go away. If anyone ever found out, they'd make her go to a shrink and she couldn't have that.
The fire was the only thing that truly understood her. She loved to watch it dance in the fireplace, singing a song that only she could hear. "The fire can be your best friend and your worst enemy at the same time," she said in a whisper.
"It can drive you mad," she continued while walking over to where he sat. Slowly, she lifted herself up onto the chair and sat down in a position that made Ron a little confused. She was straddling him.
"Its dance taunts us, tempting us to come closer." She began to move her hips in a circular motion, grinding into him. Her skirt hiked up to her mid thigh and her creamy white legs were exposed.
"Its burnt scent makes our senses crash and we begin to lose control." She leaned in closer so he could smell her scent. Though she used no perfume, she had a natural scent, smelling almost like a pure mixture of lust and passion. Sex.
"Its touch is both cold and warm, confusing us beyond belief." She ran her hand along his cheek sending chills up and down his spine. Her hand traveled down his stomach landing an inch above his pants. She allowed her hand to go under his shirt and she reached up, running her fingers over his stomach.
"The sound of it cackling makes us want to rip out our eardrums." She leaned in even closer and nibbled on his earlobe and he just sat there and did nothing. She was still grinding, making him a little TOO excited for whatever was to come next. She bit, licked and nibbled his ear, tugging it down every so often.
"And eventually ," she continued, "We just want it to end, to die out so we can be rid of its taunting and teasing. But it just won't go away. You can't bring yourself to get rid of something so beautiful. And the taste it leaves in your mouth tells you that you'll be back the next day, watching it dance." Then, she brushed her lips gently against his leaving much to be desired.
Seeing no reaction, she pushed off the chair and walked back to the fire. Once more, she stuck her hand in, holding it about a foot above the flames. She made a hissing noise and watched the fire die out.
"But as much as I love the fire," she continued, "I love the darkness even more. You see... the darkness hides us whereas the fire exposes us. The darkness envelopes our every emotion, holding it in. The fire draws it out of us, making us get rid of it, sending new emotions through us. Fear. Hate. Passion." She looked down at her hand and said a quick healing charm.
Slowly, she turned to head up to her room only reaching the first step before a cold hand stopped her. "Does it hurt?" She turned to see Ron's face looking scared and afraid. She didn't know exactly what he was asking but it didn't really matter as he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. His lips lingered on the surface of her hand as if he was trying to find the scars from the burns, as if he was expecting the surface to be rough and calloused.
"Only when I sleep," she responded, glad that he was talking again. Though her pain was unbearable, she had been praying for Ron every day, afraid that he would bring himself so far down that he would eventually fall into shadow. Now, they both held the others hand in theirs, never wanting to let go. Neither one was smiling but it was a start.
Minerva McGongall walked in to the common room looking for the head girl. She had shirked her duties that evening and she needed to know why. When she walked in, she found who she was looking for but she also found a sight that brought tears to her eyes. It was Hermione and Ron and they were holding hands. She feared for the students after the disappearance of their friend. They had completely ignored their studies and barely spoke to anyone. She had almost begun to wonder if Ron had gone completely mute but it appeared as though they would be all right now, with each other to pull them through.
She quickly left for them to work it out on their own. Any disturbances may mess things up, causing them to start back at square one and no one wanted that.
Ron knew that Hermione had created a problem earlier and he needed it to be fixed. He wanted Hermione so badly, always had and always would. He knew it was probable that he was just the rebound man but did that matter to him? Not really. As long as he had her, felt her, touched her.
He ran his hand over her cheek feeling a cold glow coming from her. "Be my angel tonight? Make me feel the fire?"
She put her hand on his cheek and whispered ever so softly into his ear, "Tonight we save each other."
A/N...I know it's been a while and it's a short chapter but I had a lot of complications with my computer and I know there's no excuse but I hope the chapter was worth the wait. The story will be ending soon b/c right after I updated the fourth chapter I realized that the whole story should have been a one shot but I'll probably wind up ending it at chapter 6 or 7. Hope you enjoyed.