- - 12th April. Morning - - -
It wasn't long before the storm of red that which was Ron Weasley came over to them.
"Someone want to what the fuck is going on here?" He demanded. Every one looked at him.
"Not really." Harry replied calmly, going back to his breakfast, ignoring the boy that was once his best friend.
Ron started to tap his foot, "Ginny, Hermione. What the bloody hell is going on here?"
Hermione looked to the floor but Ginny glared at him. "If it concerned you Ronald," she said placing emphasis on his name, "You would have been told, as it is you my dear brother will find out when you will find out." She glared at him once more then returned to her breakfast pulling Hermione into conversation.
Ron stood there for a bit longer, his anger growing by the second. It grew quiet in the great hall, just like in the books when somethings badly described, then he exploded.
Words were exchanged in anger, wands were drawn, students were panicked, and teachers reacted.
And through it all Harry sat calmly in his seat, discreetly casting a long winded curse that would slowly disintegrate the bones in Ron's body.
- - 12th April. Later that day. - - -
"I have never been more disgusted with anyone in my entire career!" Mcgonagall was saying.
"Detention for all of you! No more Hogsmeade trips or Quidditch. You are being placed under strict rules, you will be in your dormitories by 8pm every night! Is that clear? Plus 200 points will be taken from each of you. Dismissed."
The mismatched group that held people from every house grumbled and complained as they left the office, returning to their common rooms.
Harry followed behind them at a normal pace, the points loss didn't bother him, and neither did the curfew or the detention. But no quidditch? Damn it wasn't like they hit each other with broomsticks for crying out loud.
- - 12th April. Evening. - -
Harry was currently sitting in the special common room for him and Draco, staring at the fire. He didn't move when he heard Draco enter, or when he felt the thin arms slip around his waist.
"What are you thinking?" the blonde asked softly.
Harry didn't answer, he heard Draco sigh and felt him sit behind him, straddling Harry between his legs.
"Would you care if I died?" Harry asked softly after a long time.
"Yes." Draco replied slowly. He had never been around Harry when he got into one of his 'moods' though he had heard about them.
"What if we both died? Would you care then?" Harry asked him, his voice was dull and cold.
Draco thought about the question carefully before answering.
"No. I'd be dead."
"Do you want to die?"
Again Draco thought hard.
"I don't go looking for death, but I won't run away if it finds me."
"And if I am death?"
"I would run too you."
Harry turned his head and kissed Draco deeply. "then start running" Draco heard him whisper before his mind went blank at the touch of his lovers lips on him again.
- - 13th April. - -
Ron started to limp.
- - 17th April. - -
Ron lost control of his left hand.
- - 25th April - -
Ron's legs gave way.
- - 30th April - -
Ron is hospitalised permanently, due to his spine eroding completely.
- - 1st May - -
Ron's skull implodes. He dies painfully.
- - 15th May. - -
Ron's funeral.
"Why are we here again?" Harry asks Hermione as they walk down the lawn of Hogwarts.
"For appearances." She replied coldly. The past month she had been in training in how to be a Slytherin (as Harry and Ginny called it) or in how to survive (as Draco and Snape called it) she had learnt fast and no longer did Hermione Gryffindor Granger exist. This girl – woman, was Hermione the first mudblood Death Eater, more Ravenclaw and Slytherin then any thing else Granger. And she was good at it.
Harry tried not to cringe as Molly and Arthur came over to Hermione and him, both bawling their eyes out and hugging them as if they would break apart if they didn't..
Simply put. They were both glad to be free of the teary eyed family of the Weasleys and get back into the real world again.
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yes short so what?
