a/n: Well here's the next chapter. I hope you like it. It is one of my favorites so far, I really enjoyed writing it. And as always thanks for all the wonderful reviews i appriciate them all. So now w/out furter ado a little Halloween treat for you.
Chapter 6
Ron awoke, his head pounding ruthlessly. Struggling, he raised his head to examine the room he was in, trying desperately to remember how he got there. The room was dimly lit but he could still see his surroundings. The floor and mattress he lay upon was dirty and grimy, paint was peeling off the walls, and the windows had the same dirt and grime on them as the floor.
"Where am I and what am I doing here?"
He pushed himself up into a sitting postion. He grasped his head in his hands trying to recall all that had happened to him. He pressed on his eyes with the balls of his hands, hoping to get a flash of a memory to help him recall. As he pressed a bit harder he suddenly saw the angelic face of a women he was certain he knew.
"Hermione!" Yes, he knew her she was his wife, is lovely wife. Suddenly the events of his capture were coming back to him.
flashback
"You Ronald Bilius Weasley are an insufferable git" Hermione huffed at him as she walked through the kitchen door.
"Yes, dear but I am your git. Remember to have and to hold til this day forth?"
"Yes, I remember. But your still a prat.
"Well fine see it that way."
A speckled owl gracefully landed on the window sill beside the chair where Ron now sat. He took the envelope it was carrying and opened it. He scanned it quickly. "Mione, I have to go. Crusitux Lestrange has just been spotted and the aurors are being called out.
"Oh Ron, do be careful. Promise me."
"I promise you, love. I'll be back for our walk. If I'm not, go anyway and I promise you I will find you. Just take our same path, that way I am sure to know where to look." With a chaste kiss to her and a pop, he was gone.
Crusitux Lestrange was one of the last remaining death eaters since the end of the war. He was the son of Bellatrix Lestrange. In a moment of happiness, she and her husband had produced him and named him after their favorite curse, with some minor spelling alterations. He was even more evil, sick, and twisted than his mother. For she had taught him all she knew. Ron was not looking forward to this match up.
end flashback
Ron shook his head. Oy why did I do that? He thought. How did I get here? What had happened with him? Come on Ron, THINK. He leaned his head against the cool, damp wall and turned to look out the small window in the room. He could see the leaves blowing on the trees, he could almost feel the breeze that was wafting through the air. That night, it was brisk. The wind was blowing. It was all coming back to him now.
flashback
Their robes were blowing around them. They stood face to face, their wands at the ready.
"Well Crusi-boy I see we finally get to meet face to face."
"My mother was right about you Weasel. You are truly pathetic."
"Oh yes. Your dear mother Belli. It was such a thrill capturing her and returning her back to Azkaban. I heard she drove her self crazy in there. Of course it wasn't a far drive for her, was it?"
An even nastier scowl,than had already been there, crossed Lestrange's face. He raised his wand and shouted "Impedimenta"
Ron was quick and had thrown up his most powerful shield charm, blocking the curse. "Oh is that really the best you can do, Ickle Crusikins?" said Ron in a mock baby tone.
Crusitux continued to throw one curse after another at Ron, and Ron continued to block them with the shield charm.
"Watch it Weasel, If i can take down your dad and brothers, you shouldnt be much of a challenge."
"My father and brothers died proud men. They died fighting to rid the world of tragic filth like you."
"Speaking of tragic filth, how is your mudblood wife?"
Ron was now inches from Lestrange, his wand pressing into Lestrange's chest. "You can insult me, you can insult my family. But NEVER insult my wife. Hermione is the smartest, strongest, loveliest, most genuine person to ever walk the face of this earth. I will curse you into oblivian if you EVER say another word against her."
"Oh, I see touched a nerve. Let me ask you this. Do you have to do an disinfecting charm after you kiss her or do you enjoy kissing trash?"
"I'll kill you!"
" Incarcerous" shouted Crusitux. Ropes came shooting out of his wand wrapping around Ron's legs and arms causing him to fall backwards. His head bounced off the ground and the world became black. "Oh you'll kill me will you? I guess you should have been quicker. Locomotor mortus" with that Ron's body lifted off the ground and floated in front of Lestrange while he took him to headquarters.
end flashback
But what happened after that Ron didn't know. He slowly got up and walked over to the window. He peered through it and tried to make out his surroundings. He could see the street, with several houses along each side, a weeping willow tree was right outside his window, close to the sidewalk. It all looked so familiar to him, yet somehow he couldn't place it.
He walked back over to the mattress, looked at it with disgust and lay upon it anyway. His mind was full right now and he tried to rest. He tried to focus on Hermione's face and the times they shared. Their walks especially, they were so important to both of them. No matter how big of a row they had had that day, no matter how bad a day at work they had, problems were always resolved on those walks. He closed his eyes and drifted back into sleep.
flashback
"Ron, I'm ready for our walk now."
"Ok, so am I."
They walked out of the house, locking it behind them. They had spent the better part of the day not talking. They had a row first thing in the morning. Ron couldn't even remember now what the fight was over.
They held hands while they walked. They were silent, doing nothing but walking. The path was so familiar now neither one of them had to think about where to turn.
"Mione. I'm sorry. I can't even remember what we fought about. If I can't remember, it couldn't have been so bad that we had to torture each other all day by not speaking. I can't stand not speaking to you. It makes me so lonely"
"Oh Ron, it does me too. I can't remember why we fought either, it was probably something stupid like my eggs."
"Well, I don't think it was the eggs this time. But you do make some pretty horrific eggs."
"Why you little..." she didn't get to finish the sentence as Ron had given her a playful swat on the bottom and took off running. She chased after him, filling the night air with her laughter.
He had run behind the large weeping willow tree that was the half way point of their walk. It sat on the edge of an abandoned lot.
"Oh Ronnikins? Where are you?" Only she could get away with calling him that, and he had to admit he loved it when she did.
He started to sneek back around the tree. She had her back to him as he moved around the tree. Wrapping his arms around her, he turned her around and leaned her against the tree. He dipped his head down and brushed his lips across hers.
"Will you ever know how much I love you? I meant it when I told you you're my life. Just the thought of you is what keeps me going. You make me want to live." His mouth was mere centimeters from hers. With each word his breath kissed her lips and skin.
"And I love you, til the end of time." and with that their lips met again, now in a passionate kiss. Ron's body now pressing hers into the tree. Their hands hungerily roaming over the other's body. Finally, needing air, they broke the kiss.
"Now, Hermy," using a name he knew only he could get away with using. "What do you say we go home and make up properly?"
"Oh, I say we do just that" she took his hand and they ran all the way back to their house.
end flashback
The sound of footsteps awoke him.
