Title: Broken Worlds

Chapter: II

Rating: R

Date: April 3, 2005

Authoress: Goddess-Hope


/AN/ Please Read " From Me to You" before reading this.

Please be warned that OOC will be ensued and that the characterization of some characters will slightly alter….-ALSO- Please be advised that each chapter is written in different people's views, so therefore, there will be a change of writing their own story in every chapter. DISCLAIMER: JK OWNS HARRY POTTER


Chapter II-

Ron Weasley's Point Of View


'Mione…what have you done?

You…you betrayed us…

Mudblood Traitor………


Ron winces as he watches his best friends walk out through the oak doors…

" You felt safe?" he breathes lowly, the words slowly entering his mind.

He felt tears threatening to escape, to fall endlessly from his serene blue eyes…

The anger was about to unleash……

Hermione's face hardened icily as she wipes away her tears…She squeezes Ginny's hand for support, only to find that the red-head girl has stepped back, tears flowing gracefully from her face…

Ron eyes Hermione once more and suddenly feels the surge of jealousy and the wave of anger wash over him…Disappointment and betrayal flooded the emotion into his eyes.

" SAFE!"

Hermione turned her head away from his direction and began contemplating on something, ignoring his angry scream.

Ron watches her, disgusted, feeling a filthy loathing towards her….Towards her and him.

" Mudblood Traitor…," he utters darkly, a mask of cold cruelty forming on his face. His soft blue eyes harden as his voice growls dangerously. He spits the ground near her feet and turns away.

Ignoring the plain sobs that follow his remark, he shivers slightly and walks away. The steel sound of each crystal tear falling, echoing in his mind…He shivers again, walking out of the hospital wing. He pauses hesitantly and turns slightly, catching a glimpse of a shaking Ginny…


The Gryffindor Room remains quiet; the students currently occupying it are sprawled around, listening to one Ronald Weasley tell her story…

"….because she felt s-safe!" he stammers, hissing loudly. His eyes are ablaze, shimmering in a pool of anger. Never before was he this angry, raging with a passion of betrayal.

Shocked gasps sound as the Gryffindor students murmur amongst themselves, quietly scoffing and mocking the former Gryffindor Queen.

" That bitch…."

" Slytherin Whore…"

" Mudblood Traitor…"

Their angry and taut words raised and became quite vicious until the portrait door opens and in steps Gryffindor's Golden Boy.

Everything becomes silent once again and everyone turns their head to face him. They give him sympathetic looks, offer words of sincere apologies…How could Hermione do that to him when she knew he loved her? Everyone knew it…everyone that is except Hermione. Ron thinks about this seriously before standing to greet his friend.

Harry walked in without a glance to anyone, walking straight into the room. He eyes Ron for a long time before walking up to him and slamming a fist into his stomach.

Ron doubled over, pain flooding into his system. He raised his head and glares at Harry, looking at him with obvious curiosity.

" Even if she betrayed us," Harry whispers, " That is her humiliation and secret to tell, not ours."

Harry flexed his hand, glaring at Ron with cold emerald eyes. Ron glares back and the two continue to stare at each other before turning their heads away, eyes shining with hurt and pride.

So caught up in their little skirmish, they fail to realize that one Gryffindor Gossip has slipped out the portrait door….


As Ron descends into the Great Hall, all attention is directed on him. He ignores the burning feeling of hundreds of pairs of eyes staring into the back of his head.

His eyes are red, strained from having been up the night before. His hair sticks out in all directions, an obvious sign of lack of sleep. And to top it all off, his abdomen still held the bruise from which Harry hit him. The physical pain that had erupted was long gone, but Ron still suffered from the mental torture it had brought.

Only time can heal that kind of a wound.

Sitting next to Colin Creevey, Ron ignores the nervous glances Colin gives him. He roughly picks up a spoon and looks at his bowl of porridge, frowning at the dish.

Soon, a person sits next to Ron and pats him on the back. A friendly greeting too early for Ron's liking. Turning, Ron glares at Ernie McMillan, pushing away an arm meant for sympathy and comfort.

Ernie leans in and whispers delicately into Ron's ear, giving him a pat on the back and nodding in understanding. He smiles sadly at Ron before walking back to his table, eager to tell his friends that it was true.

Poor Ron could only sit there, his spoon in hand, hanging over the bowl of porridge he was about to eat. And the only thing registering in his mind was what Ernie had just told him.

" Don't worry Weasley. Lavender told Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw the news. We'll help you get through this. I always knew that Gran.. -ahem- Malfoy was a scarlet woman! The traitor will get what she deserves…"


I thought I knew her.

Bloody Hell I did…!

Back then, I would have described her as a conniving, scarlet, mud blood, traitor of a witch!

I had lost one of my best friends! Especially, one that I had considered as a sister…


Ron lies on his bed, staring into the nothingness of his four poster drapes. His blue eyes were dull; unfeeling and strived of emotion.

Pale and obviously freckled, Ron silently wished he never met Hermione Granger.

She had left him!

Traded his friendship for another's love!

The ultimate betrayal in Ron's eyes.

And let's not forget the Slytherin God who was involved in the dead center of all this:

Draco Malfoy.

Why….Why on earth had Hermione married him? Because she felt safe?

No…..That wasn't a good enough reason. For the sake of Merlin, she had his child! She was no longer a lioness; she had descended into the ranks of a serpent.

Ron inhaled sharply, exhaling heavily.

Yes, that was right……she had descended into the ranks of a serpent……..


Ginny went into a coma because of her………

Mum was half-dead for months and months………

Harry moped around, energized in wanting to fight Voldemort………

And not once - ever - did she say she was sorry……


F L A S H B A C K

Ron looked at his friend. Hermione was staring at an envelope. A letter, he presumed. But he was worried. Hermione had weary lines on her face. A few unusual wrinkles there for a bright, young woman. Her eyes were red and droopy. Dark circles were underneath her cinnamon eyes, and her skin was a deathly pale glow. Ron observed her look at the letter with watery eyes. He was concerned for Hermione and he knew something was not right, but there was nothing he could do. He had tried to talk to her about his, as did Harry, but nothing worked. She would wave it off and just ignore it. Ron sighed. He glanced at Hermione once more, before turning to Dean and his talk about Quidditch.


Something indeed was not right; his eyes were stinging painfully, full of pride and passion as he ignored the girl who sat beside him. Before he would have cared for her as she was looking quite tired, but now, that was all the mud blood bitch deserved.

" Ron…"

He ignored the high pitched tone she used, wanting to permanently shut her up for good.

" Please…"

He kept his eyes straight, making no move to acknowledge her words, let alone her existence. Taking up his quill, he began to copy the notes off the chalk board.

" Where's Harry…?

Harry wasn't in class; in fact, he was removed from Hogwarts, due to the fact that war was coming and he needed to train. Ron also thought it was because of her.

All because of her……………

Sighing, he dipped his quill into the jar of ink and continued copying his notes.


Whispers and hushes rang throughout the castle as Ron sternly glared at all who dared look his way. His glare was fixed and set, walking stiffly towards the North Tower.

Proud.

Selfish.

Ignorant.

It seemed as though the whole school described him as an arrogant lad, intent on being a malicious wizard towards the grieving Granger girl. No less then she deserved, he thought.

Indeed, they whisper, she deserves it!

, they whisper,

But does she really? Does she deserve this kind of humiliation? This- this attention?

Her only moment of happiness was with him

…Her only thoughts of happiness were about him

Her only memory of true happiness was him

A bitter taste filled Ron's mouth, the pungent and putrid flavor biting into his tongue. His lips pressed firmly, he thinks more and more about it, shoving people out of his way.


His eyes suddenly fixed on her, sitting in her usual corner, peacefully studying by herself. Even from a distance, the tears were evident on her face, she could hear the intense whispering of the cruel blasphemy that followed her. Chuckles and snickers were directed at her, intended with sarcasm to hurt the poor girl.

" Oh look over there! Malfoy's slut must have free time now!"

" Traitor….She disgraces the Gryffindor house!"

" No…No, she's a failure to both the muggle and wizarding worlds!"

" Hush! Do you not realize that her lover died to save her? Instead, saving both worlds!"

" That still doesn't change the fact that she betrayed all she believed in!"

" I accept it though….."

I accept it though

I accept it though

I accept it though

Words ringing in his ears, Ron's face darkens…

" Who in their right mind would accept such a relationship?" he mutters, cursing slightly.

I would.

As he observes her frail form, Ron hesitates, wanting to run over there and comfort her.

No, he realizes. His upper lip curls slightly, his face cold and un bearing. Stiff and glaring he stalks away to the boy's dormitory.


…Only those with tainted hearts, souls, blood, and minds shall be cursed with all eternity to walk the planes in forsaken damnation…


" Ron, why do you reckon Hermione betrayed us?"

Ron stared at the puzzled Seamus.

" What? Bugger off….I was just asking!"

Huffing, Ron throws his fluffy pillow at Seamus, glowering at the blushing Irishman. His ears turning pink, Seamus mutters a 'good night', closing the curtains around his four poster bed.

Why did she betray us?

Ron shook his head, angry at himself for even thinking about her. Lying on his pillow-less bed, Ron stared at the shadow across his drapes.


Ron was on his way to the Qudditch field, his robes askew and his tie undone, he walked carelessly down the hall.

" Where's this supposed son of yours, traitor?"

Hissing a sound barely above a whisper, Ron quickly darted down the corridor with extreme speed. He turned the corner to find Hermione sprawled across the floor, coughing hoarsely.

" What do you think you're doing!"

Ron scowled at the two boys on either side of her: Michael Corner and Zacharias Smith.

" I knew those two were no good!" he swore silently.

" What are you doing!" Ron repeated, asking with more force.

Michael gave him a confused look whilst Zacharias smirked softly at him. He chuckled mirthlessly, giving Hermione a kick to the back. She groaned aloud and coughed some more.

Whipping out his wand, Ron muttered a spell and cursed loudly.

Smith and Corner were thrown backwards, hitting the stone wall behind them. Moaning slightly, the two boys fell into unconsciousness as huge gashes appeared on their heads.

" What is the meaning of this?"

Professor McGonagoll gasped when she saw Hermione. Rushing towards the injured girl's side, she glared quite venomously at Ron who had tucked away his wand in his pocket.

" EXPLAIN!" roared the Gryffindor professor.

Ron simply gestured towards Smith and Corner, who remained unconsciousness. Taking one last look at the coughing Hermione, he walked down the corridor, ignoring the angry shrieks of McGonagoll.


Brown, dull brown eyes renewed with hope. A shine glimmering to it; a silent thank-you. Tears threatening to escape for happiness.


Shuddering, Ron stared out into the blazing fire with a dark look looming upon his face.

Hope.

The only thing he saw, though, was a pair of brown eyes shimmering with hope.


So, what did everybody think? A little better than the last chapter?