(A/N: I know I'm abandoning my two day update rule but it was a while for
Chapter Six and it was kind of boring so I thought I should treat you all!
I don't have much to say since I said all of my stuff in last chapter. The
only other thing though, is that I saw PoA for a second time tonight and IT
WAS EVEN BETTER!!!!!!!! So I'd like to encourage those of you who haven't
seen it or even if you've seen it already, to SEE IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's all, and without further ado I'd like to introduce Chapter Seven.
Beware, it an emotional chapter. One of those that makes a lump appear in
your throat. Enjoy! Oh and Review when your done! Thanks! Hugs)
dracoisahottie13: See? I couldn't possibly make you wait that long! Lol...hope the update was speedy enough, enjoy!
Orchid6297: I know, Quidditch wouldn't be the same without Harry!! But you'll see, reactions to the match are um...deeper than you think! But I shouldn't have said that!
pyroprincess4rmeverwood: Again, hope the update was fast enough! But I completely agree that they left out a lot! I want to know what happened to the Sirius standing above Ron's bed scene went and they never said who the Maurders were! Oh well! It's still amazing!
...And so the story continues...
CHAPTER EIGHT: WHAT WASN'T THERE BEFORE
It was late. Hermione had spent the last two hours celebrating with Draco for his victory by ordering some Butterbeers from the kitchens. But she felt obligated to visit her fellow Gryffindors. They were after all her 'family' and just because she was Head Girl didn't mean she should abandon her loyalties. Promising to be back in about an hour, Hermione left the brightly lit room and into the dimly lit, damp, corridor.
Reaching the portrait of the Fat Lady, Hermione paused, thinking of the password.
"Climortay" A voice sounded
Hermione spun around, searching for the owner of the voice. Finally she spotted someone leaning against the wall, arms folded across their chest. "Ron?" She smiled.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked, voice harsh and menacing.
"What?"
"I said 'where have you been' I've been waiting for you." Ron raised his voice.
Completely shocked, Hermione looked at him curiously. Something was different,........his eyes! There it was! Where there normally was blue, there was now black. The dark gleam seemed to be rising with each moment filling Hermione with a kind of fear she had never known with Ron.
"I-I was with Draco. But Ron what's gotten into you?!"
"I should have known...Draco." With this he uncrossed his arms and began circling Hermione. "Off celebrating with him have you? Celebrating the defeat of Gryffindor?"
"Ron, Stop it! You know I wanted Gryffindor to win. That's never changed and it never will!"
"STOP IT! TRAITOR!!!" Ron screamed. At this, he raised his arm and brought it down on Hermione's cheek, the slap echoing throughout the empty corridor. Tears sprung to her eyes.
"Ron please! What's wrong?!"
"You want to know what's wrong?" He said leaning into Hermione and whispering in her ear. Hermione scrunched her nose; Ron's breath smelled horrific. "I'll tell you what's wrong! WHAT'S WRONG IS THAT I SHOULD HAVE NEVER MADE FRIENDS WITH A MUDBLOOD LIKE YOU!!!"
Another slap and Hermione fell to the cold stone floor. But Ron's words were what made the tears fall. Tears flowing down her face, eyes red, she slowly lifted her head up to face Ron. "You don't mean that" She said quietly.
"YES I DO!!"
"I know you better than you know yourself Ronald Weasley!!" She shrieked. "YOU DON'T MEAN THAT!"
"YES I DO! YES I DO! I HATE YOU HERMIONE!"
The words cut Hermione as much as if someone were holding a knife vertically and slowly dragging down her arm. "Ron..." she whispered as if she was calling him "No Ron...no..." Amidst the hot tears that were scorching the flesh on her face, she was suddenly very cold. Oh so very cold. "Harry..." she whispered.
Ron kneeled down next to Hermione so that he was once again whispering in her ear. "Funny you should mention Harry," He breathed.
And that's when it happened. Suddenly all of this made sense. One more whiff and...yes! Hermione snapped her head back and looked at Ron. "Y-Your drunk..." she said shocked.
"Ron, who gave you the alcohol?" Hermione said sternly. He mumbled something she couldn't make out. "RON!" She grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face her. "Who gave you the alcohol?!"
"No one" He slurred. Hermione sighed; she was getting nowhere with him.
"Harry could have won tonight. He was the best damn seeker this school's ever seen!" Ron said incoherently.
"I know Ron. Harry was great." She said sadly, voice soft and gentle.
"And we lost."
Hermione said nothing
"We lost to Slytherin! Harry always loved it when we beat 'em! But Harry's gone..."
And with that, Ron pulled a small flask out of his pocket. Entranced, Hermione watched as he quickly unscrewed the cap and took a large gulp. She watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as the vile liquid slid down his throat, supposedly curing Ron of all pain, temporarily that is.
"Here let me have that"
"NO!"
"I can uh...get you some more but I need to know the brand name okay? Just let me have it!" Hermione lied as if she was talking to a small child
He nodded and handed over the flask that read:
On-the-Go Original Firewhisky! Made especially strong
"Ron..." She said shaking her head "Why are doing this to yourself? I know this isn't what Harry would have wanted!"
"No! Don't say that! Don't talk about Harry!"
"I thought we had decided to accept his death and move on with our lives remember? We decided that that's what Harry would have wanted. What happened to that?" Hermione pried gently
"It got too hard" Ron said stubbornly
"So your way of dealing with it is to get drunk??!!" Ron didn't respond for a while and out of the corner of Hermione's eye she saw a shadow. A tall figure walking up towards her. Someone else was here.
"Its easy for you" Ron said, Hermione forgetting all about the mysterious person.
"Excuse me?!!"
"ITS EASY FOR YOU! YOU'RE HEAD GIRL, ITS WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED RIGHT? THEN YOU HAVE YOUR LITTLE ROMANCE WITH MALFOY, WHO MAY I REMIND YOU WAS UP UNTIL RECENTLY OUR ENEMY! THEN GINNY IS TOO TOUCHY ABOUT THINGS TO TALK TO AND NEVILLE IS CONSTANTLY WORRIED ABOUT GINNY. LUNA WOULD HAVE BEEN GOOD BUT...OH WAIT SHE'S DEAD TOO!!!!!" Ron screamed "It's hard enough loosing Harry and Luna but loosing the only other friends I have left, is too hard. Especially if I loose them to my old enemy!"
"Ron..." Hermione began absolutely bewildered.
"I don't know if you ever knew but...I loved you up until the whole Malfoy thing last year! Bloody Hell Hermione, I've always loved you!!"
Hermione's breath, on its way out her nose, suddenly became tangled and twisted in her chest. Her chocolate eyes became wide and misty. She tried forcing words out of her mouth but it didn't work.
He loved her? When? How? Why had he never told her? Because this is Ron, her gut told her. Ron always waits till the last minute to do something. But its too late. I love Draco. Sure, I had a crush on him third through fifth year but all of that changed. He's drunk, It must be the whisky!
"There I said it. Now I want to get want I've wanted all these years!" Ron slurred dangerously.
And with that, Ron grabbed Hermione's face; forcing his lips against hers roughly. Hermione squirmed and fought against him but Ron was so much taller and stronger than her it was no use. Desperate, Hermione tried pushing Ron away, but all he did was grab her hands and hold them around his own neck, deepening the kiss. His lips pressing against hers; bruising them, as if they were trying to suck all the blood out. Hermione prayed, for that mysterious shadow, for anyone, to save her.
Draco checked his watch. She was an hour late and he was worried, even though he supposed she'd lost track of time while she was with her friends. Draco sat down. A few more minutes...
Nothing.
Battling within himself, whether or not to go look for her, he finally he leaped from the couch and out the portrait hole. He'd go look for her.
It was past curfew and that was evident. The hallways that were normally filled with loud chattering students was empty...and silent. The dark walls acting as mirrors, reflecting the emptiness and black. Draco squinted, the faint light making it hard to tell a foot in front of himself. The eeriness and silence seemed to be eating at him, the darkness swallowing him up. But suddenly he heard voices. Perking up and looking around he followed the sound.
"ITS EASY FOR YOU!" The voice echoed. Draco smirked; someone was fighting.
"YOU'RE HEAD GIRL, ITS WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED RIGHT?" Draco stopped dead in his tracks. Head Girl...Hermione. Who was speaking? Who dare scream at her like that?!
"THEN YOU HAVE YOUR LITTLE ROMANCE WITH MALFOY, WHO MAY I REMIND YOU WAS UP UNTIL RECENTLY OUR ENEMY!" Weasley...Draco's hands automatically formed fists upon instinct. He was just about to turn the corner and pummel whoever he came in contact with, when Ron's next sentence stopped him.
"THEN GINNY IS TOO TOUCHY ABOUT THINGS TO TALK TO AND NEVILLE IS CONSTANTLY WORRIED ABOUT GINNY. LUNA WOULD HAVE BEEN GOOD BUT...OH WAIT SHE'S DEAD TOO!!!!!" So Weasley was still dealing with the war. Draco would have sympathized with Ron, shown him pity, until he remembered that he was screaming at Hermione.
"It's hard enough loosing Harry and Luna but loosing the only other friends I have left, is too hard. Especially if I loose them to my old enemy!" Now if that didn't set Draco off the edge...Yes, he began running. How dare he talk to her like that! How he dare talk about himself like that! Running full speed, concentrating only on beating the crap out of Ron, he barely heard the words, "Bloody Hell Hermione, I've always loved you"
Coming to an abrupt stop, Draco stopped breathing. He loved her...He loved Hermione...His Hermione. Unable to comprehend anyone loving Hermione but himself, Draco peered around the corner and felt his heart shatter and fall to the floor.
There stood Ron, Hermione's face in his hands, passionately kissing. He searched hopefully for signs of struggle but all he got in return was Hermione gently placing her hands on his chest and then on his neck, deepening their kiss and Draco's pain.
His stomach seared with such an intense agony that he fell to the cold stone floor.
Shaking all over and breathing incredibly fast, it was a while before he got up. But when he did, he looked towards the floor where he'd been, and thought, "There wasn't water there before"
(A/N: An emotional chapter huh? So sad...waa...Tell me what you thought and Review!!!! Hugs Haystack)
dracoisahottie13: See? I couldn't possibly make you wait that long! Lol...hope the update was speedy enough, enjoy!
Orchid6297: I know, Quidditch wouldn't be the same without Harry!! But you'll see, reactions to the match are um...deeper than you think! But I shouldn't have said that!
pyroprincess4rmeverwood: Again, hope the update was fast enough! But I completely agree that they left out a lot! I want to know what happened to the Sirius standing above Ron's bed scene went and they never said who the Maurders were! Oh well! It's still amazing!
...And so the story continues...
CHAPTER EIGHT: WHAT WASN'T THERE BEFORE
It was late. Hermione had spent the last two hours celebrating with Draco for his victory by ordering some Butterbeers from the kitchens. But she felt obligated to visit her fellow Gryffindors. They were after all her 'family' and just because she was Head Girl didn't mean she should abandon her loyalties. Promising to be back in about an hour, Hermione left the brightly lit room and into the dimly lit, damp, corridor.
Reaching the portrait of the Fat Lady, Hermione paused, thinking of the password.
"Climortay" A voice sounded
Hermione spun around, searching for the owner of the voice. Finally she spotted someone leaning against the wall, arms folded across their chest. "Ron?" She smiled.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked, voice harsh and menacing.
"What?"
"I said 'where have you been' I've been waiting for you." Ron raised his voice.
Completely shocked, Hermione looked at him curiously. Something was different,........his eyes! There it was! Where there normally was blue, there was now black. The dark gleam seemed to be rising with each moment filling Hermione with a kind of fear she had never known with Ron.
"I-I was with Draco. But Ron what's gotten into you?!"
"I should have known...Draco." With this he uncrossed his arms and began circling Hermione. "Off celebrating with him have you? Celebrating the defeat of Gryffindor?"
"Ron, Stop it! You know I wanted Gryffindor to win. That's never changed and it never will!"
"STOP IT! TRAITOR!!!" Ron screamed. At this, he raised his arm and brought it down on Hermione's cheek, the slap echoing throughout the empty corridor. Tears sprung to her eyes.
"Ron please! What's wrong?!"
"You want to know what's wrong?" He said leaning into Hermione and whispering in her ear. Hermione scrunched her nose; Ron's breath smelled horrific. "I'll tell you what's wrong! WHAT'S WRONG IS THAT I SHOULD HAVE NEVER MADE FRIENDS WITH A MUDBLOOD LIKE YOU!!!"
Another slap and Hermione fell to the cold stone floor. But Ron's words were what made the tears fall. Tears flowing down her face, eyes red, she slowly lifted her head up to face Ron. "You don't mean that" She said quietly.
"YES I DO!!"
"I know you better than you know yourself Ronald Weasley!!" She shrieked. "YOU DON'T MEAN THAT!"
"YES I DO! YES I DO! I HATE YOU HERMIONE!"
The words cut Hermione as much as if someone were holding a knife vertically and slowly dragging down her arm. "Ron..." she whispered as if she was calling him "No Ron...no..." Amidst the hot tears that were scorching the flesh on her face, she was suddenly very cold. Oh so very cold. "Harry..." she whispered.
Ron kneeled down next to Hermione so that he was once again whispering in her ear. "Funny you should mention Harry," He breathed.
And that's when it happened. Suddenly all of this made sense. One more whiff and...yes! Hermione snapped her head back and looked at Ron. "Y-Your drunk..." she said shocked.
"Ron, who gave you the alcohol?" Hermione said sternly. He mumbled something she couldn't make out. "RON!" She grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face her. "Who gave you the alcohol?!"
"No one" He slurred. Hermione sighed; she was getting nowhere with him.
"Harry could have won tonight. He was the best damn seeker this school's ever seen!" Ron said incoherently.
"I know Ron. Harry was great." She said sadly, voice soft and gentle.
"And we lost."
Hermione said nothing
"We lost to Slytherin! Harry always loved it when we beat 'em! But Harry's gone..."
And with that, Ron pulled a small flask out of his pocket. Entranced, Hermione watched as he quickly unscrewed the cap and took a large gulp. She watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as the vile liquid slid down his throat, supposedly curing Ron of all pain, temporarily that is.
"Here let me have that"
"NO!"
"I can uh...get you some more but I need to know the brand name okay? Just let me have it!" Hermione lied as if she was talking to a small child
He nodded and handed over the flask that read:
On-the-Go Original Firewhisky! Made especially strong
"Ron..." She said shaking her head "Why are doing this to yourself? I know this isn't what Harry would have wanted!"
"No! Don't say that! Don't talk about Harry!"
"I thought we had decided to accept his death and move on with our lives remember? We decided that that's what Harry would have wanted. What happened to that?" Hermione pried gently
"It got too hard" Ron said stubbornly
"So your way of dealing with it is to get drunk??!!" Ron didn't respond for a while and out of the corner of Hermione's eye she saw a shadow. A tall figure walking up towards her. Someone else was here.
"Its easy for you" Ron said, Hermione forgetting all about the mysterious person.
"Excuse me?!!"
"ITS EASY FOR YOU! YOU'RE HEAD GIRL, ITS WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED RIGHT? THEN YOU HAVE YOUR LITTLE ROMANCE WITH MALFOY, WHO MAY I REMIND YOU WAS UP UNTIL RECENTLY OUR ENEMY! THEN GINNY IS TOO TOUCHY ABOUT THINGS TO TALK TO AND NEVILLE IS CONSTANTLY WORRIED ABOUT GINNY. LUNA WOULD HAVE BEEN GOOD BUT...OH WAIT SHE'S DEAD TOO!!!!!" Ron screamed "It's hard enough loosing Harry and Luna but loosing the only other friends I have left, is too hard. Especially if I loose them to my old enemy!"
"Ron..." Hermione began absolutely bewildered.
"I don't know if you ever knew but...I loved you up until the whole Malfoy thing last year! Bloody Hell Hermione, I've always loved you!!"
Hermione's breath, on its way out her nose, suddenly became tangled and twisted in her chest. Her chocolate eyes became wide and misty. She tried forcing words out of her mouth but it didn't work.
He loved her? When? How? Why had he never told her? Because this is Ron, her gut told her. Ron always waits till the last minute to do something. But its too late. I love Draco. Sure, I had a crush on him third through fifth year but all of that changed. He's drunk, It must be the whisky!
"There I said it. Now I want to get want I've wanted all these years!" Ron slurred dangerously.
And with that, Ron grabbed Hermione's face; forcing his lips against hers roughly. Hermione squirmed and fought against him but Ron was so much taller and stronger than her it was no use. Desperate, Hermione tried pushing Ron away, but all he did was grab her hands and hold them around his own neck, deepening the kiss. His lips pressing against hers; bruising them, as if they were trying to suck all the blood out. Hermione prayed, for that mysterious shadow, for anyone, to save her.
Draco checked his watch. She was an hour late and he was worried, even though he supposed she'd lost track of time while she was with her friends. Draco sat down. A few more minutes...
Nothing.
Battling within himself, whether or not to go look for her, he finally he leaped from the couch and out the portrait hole. He'd go look for her.
It was past curfew and that was evident. The hallways that were normally filled with loud chattering students was empty...and silent. The dark walls acting as mirrors, reflecting the emptiness and black. Draco squinted, the faint light making it hard to tell a foot in front of himself. The eeriness and silence seemed to be eating at him, the darkness swallowing him up. But suddenly he heard voices. Perking up and looking around he followed the sound.
"ITS EASY FOR YOU!" The voice echoed. Draco smirked; someone was fighting.
"YOU'RE HEAD GIRL, ITS WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED RIGHT?" Draco stopped dead in his tracks. Head Girl...Hermione. Who was speaking? Who dare scream at her like that?!
"THEN YOU HAVE YOUR LITTLE ROMANCE WITH MALFOY, WHO MAY I REMIND YOU WAS UP UNTIL RECENTLY OUR ENEMY!" Weasley...Draco's hands automatically formed fists upon instinct. He was just about to turn the corner and pummel whoever he came in contact with, when Ron's next sentence stopped him.
"THEN GINNY IS TOO TOUCHY ABOUT THINGS TO TALK TO AND NEVILLE IS CONSTANTLY WORRIED ABOUT GINNY. LUNA WOULD HAVE BEEN GOOD BUT...OH WAIT SHE'S DEAD TOO!!!!!" So Weasley was still dealing with the war. Draco would have sympathized with Ron, shown him pity, until he remembered that he was screaming at Hermione.
"It's hard enough loosing Harry and Luna but loosing the only other friends I have left, is too hard. Especially if I loose them to my old enemy!" Now if that didn't set Draco off the edge...Yes, he began running. How dare he talk to her like that! How he dare talk about himself like that! Running full speed, concentrating only on beating the crap out of Ron, he barely heard the words, "Bloody Hell Hermione, I've always loved you"
Coming to an abrupt stop, Draco stopped breathing. He loved her...He loved Hermione...His Hermione. Unable to comprehend anyone loving Hermione but himself, Draco peered around the corner and felt his heart shatter and fall to the floor.
There stood Ron, Hermione's face in his hands, passionately kissing. He searched hopefully for signs of struggle but all he got in return was Hermione gently placing her hands on his chest and then on his neck, deepening their kiss and Draco's pain.
His stomach seared with such an intense agony that he fell to the cold stone floor.
Shaking all over and breathing incredibly fast, it was a while before he got up. But when he did, he looked towards the floor where he'd been, and thought, "There wasn't water there before"
(A/N: An emotional chapter huh? So sad...waa...Tell me what you thought and Review!!!! Hugs Haystack)