Ron and Shanon: Story 4

Chapter 7

Shanon slammed the door to her house and ran down the steps, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. Her dad hadn't been home last night, but the whole night had been tense and awful. Dinner was silent. Both her and her mom had been thinking about the whole thing.

Shanon shivered. It was cold even though it was summer. She pulled her jacket closer to her chest and folded her arms inside it. For awhile, Shanon stood in the cold outside her house. Her dad still wasn't back. And she didn't want to be there when he got back.

Her mother had tried to explain that he wasn't doing that. But Shanon knew better then that. She knew how much he tried to persuade her. And her mom wouldn't be able to resist forever. Along with him becoming a deatheater, her father had become horribly violent and pushy.

A cold wind blew past her face and her ears froze.

I hate him. She thought. Hate him so much. How could he do this to us? To me? To mom?

She began to walk down the block.

Bastard. She continued. I hate him. Why couldn't he stay away and leave us.......

Her thoughts were interrupted. Out of the house next to hers came a boy about her age with brown hair that stuck up. He was running down the steps and headed in her direction. He looked up and saw her and smiled.

"Hey!"

Shanon swallowed her anger and smiled.

"Hello."

He slowed down and stood a little bit away from her. His cheeks were tinted red from the cold, and his eyes were a deep blue. He stood about 3 inches taller then her. Shanon looked up at him. He was looking her up and down.

"Are you Mrs. Yumpie's daughter?"

"Yes." She smiled. "My name is Shanon."

"I'm David." He stuck his hand out. "Nice to meet you."

Shanon shook it, and her body filled with warmth.

"So you're my neighbor?" Shanon said stupidly, pulling her hand away. He looked at it, then looked back at her and smiled.

"Yeah! I talk with your Mom a lot. She said she couldn't wait for you to get back from...umm....Boarding School." He grinned. Shanon frowned.

"Hey, in case you couldn't guess, I'm not a muggle either." He said.

Shanon blinked.

"You're not?" she said, laughing.

David laughed and began walking down the street.

"No. But I dropped out of school. No one else in my family is a wizard, and I'm not sure I really want to live like that. I actually like the Muggle world."

Shanon nodded.

"It's different." She said, looking up. David looked down at her.

"Yeah. But it's what I'm used to."

They talked as they made their way to the little café area near the houses. He turned to her and lightly touched her elbow. It made Shanon's heart beat a little faster. No boy had touched her for a long time, besides Ron. And Ron had been gone for weeks.

"You....um....do you want to get some coffee or something?" he asked. Shanon smiled.

"Sure!" she said. David grinned.

"Great! Let's go."

Shanon walked next to David down the street, and she felt him move closer each step. Shanon smiled. It was the first real happy feeling inside for a long time.

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Harry rang the doorbell to Hermione's house and waited for an answer patiently. It took awhile, but finally Hermione's mother answered the door. She smiled at Harry.

"Hello Mrs. Granger! Is Hermione home?" Harry asked, peering around her slightly.

"Yes, hold on, I'll fetch her. Please come in" Mrs. Granger opened the door a little wider and beckoned Harry in. He stepped into the house, wiping his feet before. The weather had grown very cold, even though it was summer. He looked around the entrance way. It never ceased to surprise him, even though he had seen it many times.

"Harry?"

Hermione came around the corner and smiled. She ran up and hugged him.

"It's so good to see you!" she said. "You're new job takes so much time."

Harry kissed her on the cheek and smiled.

"Yeah, but, I came by to say hello."

Hermione smiled and pulled Harry into the living room.

"So?" Hermione smiled, but Harry shook his head.

"Ron still hates Shanon." Hermione groaned and let her head flop onto Harry's chest.

"What do we do?" she wailed.

Harry rubbed his forehead.

"Knowing Ron, we can't so much. When he makes up his mind, he makes it up. All we can do is hope that he realizes on his own..........." He trailed off and closed his eyes. Hermione looked up at him.

"Tired?"

"Yeah. Work is bloody killing me." He grinned and leaned down to kiss Hermione softly on the lips. Hermione kissed him back, and Harry pushed his tongue into her mouth, massaging it. All of a sudden, Hermione remember her kiss with Ron, and she gasped and pulled away unwillingly.

"I....."

Harry stared.

"Nothing." She shook her head. "Nothing. I.......just remembered." She sighed. "Ron's confused....I......." she looked at Harry. "Harry, we kissed!" she yelled. "I am so sorry. So sorry......he was so sad and......."

"Shhhh Hermione." Harry placed a hand on her lips. "I know. I saw." Hermione gasped.

"You........."

"But I knew Ron didn't mean it." He smiled. "Just let him figure it out. I accept your apology."

Hermione smiled and hugged Harry around the neck.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too." He kissed her head. They were quiet for awhile when Harry turned to her and grinned.

"Where were we?" he said. Hermione giggled as Harry placed his lips over hers and kissed her passionately. Hermione let her tongue slip into his mouth and move around with his. She pressed herself on top of him and grinded her hips into his, moving back and forth. Harry moaned and she felt his arousal through his pants. She smiled to herself and continued to kiss him as Harry reached his hand in her shirt.

Hermione groaned and pulled away from the kiss as Harry rubbed her breasts slowly and hard. She leaned forward and kissed him again, very hard. She was about to pull his pants down when Harry gasped and pulled away, clutching his scar and groaning.

"Harry???" Hermione jumped up. "What's wrong??"

Harry moaned and rubbed his forehead vigorously. In a second though, it was done. He looked at her. She stared back.

"I think he's near........" he whispered.

Hermione gasped.

"What?" she whispered.

"I think.......he's back."