I can hear the shreeks of shock now! IM BACK!
I Finally got my laptop back. And will not waste much more of your time. This chapter has been finished and ready for so long it's unbelievable. This chapter is longer than the last at least. It's not the longest chapter by far. Again thanks to all my lovely reviewers and none to the anonymous readers who haven't yet reviewed it. (Really all you have to say is 'liked it') how long does that take?
Quote: 'The power of positive thought is all you need.' (Don't ask me who said it)
Joke: I wrote a joke for the Gryffindor lion it was the one about Snape and the blonde girl. (If you haven't read Gryffindor lion yet I advise you too- it's great!) Check it out in there.
Joke 2: What happened to the author who wrote blonde jokes? She was killed by a load of blonde authors. (I have nothing against blondes and hate stereotypes I just like bimbo jokes and besides if your blonde and writing how can you be a bimbo)
Disclaimer: da dada dum dada dada. Don't own it! Da dada dum dada dada. Don't own it!
Dedication: to the creator of all… Joanne Kathleen Rowling.
Chapter 8
"Whoever did this I'll get them! I swear look at the state of him he looks awful! They could have killed him!" The voice broke the blissful nothingness that had been consuming him, bringing back agony. He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes acknowledging this person his muscles all to painful to be used.
"But why did they do it? He looks like he's been hit by a load of cannon balls. It makes no sense! Why would they be so inconspicuous and then nearly kill him. I mean its just sloppy isn't it?" Another voice said.
"One why are you talking about a quidditch team now? Two who are they? And three you shouldn't care why!" The sudden outburst from the first voice stirred something in Ron's mind a foreboding rouse within him he had to intervene. He opened his mouth but it didn't seem to want to work. So he resigned to stirring announcing his mental presence. He seemed to have grabbed their attention because as his vision cleared his sister's wide apprehensive eyes greeted him. "Are you okay?" she said, not waiting for an answer she pressed on "What happened, who did this to you?" his brain seemed to take its time processing the information objecting with a severe throb above his temple. What had happened? He couldn't quite remember he just remembered emotion. Anger but what had he been angry about? Had someone done something to him? No it had been someone doing something to hurt someone else. A face rouse in his mind. A face with chocolate eyes and bushy brown hair.
"Hermione," he whispered to himself.
"What!" came two very different voices.
"Ron did Hermione do this to you?" said Ginny's voice sharply,
"Huh? no of course not. It's something else I was angry with… because of something to do with Hermione… someone did something… not Hermione… to hurt Hermione."
"But Ron Hermione is in the common room she's not the one an inch from death." Harry said gently. Ron shook his heads slowly trying to remember but no other information would come.
"Why isn't Hermione here?" he said slightly disgruntled. He looked up at the two who both seemed to avoid his gaze he finally caught his sister's eye she gave him a pitying look opening her mouth she said in her smallest voice.
"Ron you haven't been talking to Hermione for about two months now." Cold hard reality washed over Ron like a tidal wave. Every little thought was brought back to him every agonising second every last word I give up. He sighed deeply and nodded but there was something else something else tugging at his mind.
"So are you going to tell me who did this to you or am I going to have to beat it out of Potter here." Harry whimpered taking the threat very seriously. Ron's brain was being strained and yet he could almost see that face and then he remembered. Dawning comprehension covered his face and Ginny looked at him expectantly.
"It was…" as he began a teenage boy entered the room and madam Pomphry bustled over a potion in hand. Ron fell silent. The head boy approached the bed he appeared to be remorseful. At the sight of him Harry went red in the face and made a quick look at Ron who sent him a warning look. He stayed glued to the spot as Franklin Smith made his way to Ron's bedside.
"I've just been to tell the headmaster Weasley and he is coming down to see you. Your visitors will have to wait outside. Oh and my nose is fine now. If you care." All three of them gave him a very funny look as he exited. Dumbledore turned up about five minuets later. Harry and Ginny went to see if they could get some dinner. Dumbledore surveyed Ron's poor state before speaking in a very grave tone.
"The Ravenclaw team has just been to see me Mr Weasley and I was quite shocked by what they told me," this definitely wasn't right what had they told him? "What they told me was that Mr Smith was walking around the grounds after the match when he ran into you this was after you had been healed by Madam Pomphry and he said that you were severely angry about his choice of tactics in the match." Dumbledore paused once again surveying Ron. "He then says you, what was it, punched him in the nose his team mates say they witnessed and managed to pull you from him before you caused more serious damage." Ron was gaping at the head master, what was he going to do now? Would the Headmaster believe him or Franklin, the head boy? "But then Mr Weasley how did you come about such serious injuries? When they said they left you in perfect health? Was it perhaps an act of self destruction or to cover up your own tracks?" Ron blinked in disbelief; Dumbledore seemed to take this as a confession. "Ah I must say it wasn't the best way to go but we all do stupid things in the face of desperation. I myself turned my hair involuntarily blue when I lost my wand in a fight with Grindlewald. I will be lenient and give you just a weeks detention as it is so out of character and I will also have to suspend you of all prefect duties and privileges until further notice." The headmaster gave him a wavering smile and departed, stepping over a flesh coloured piece of string as he went. The door had no sooner shut behind him then two very angry people rushed in.
"Ron you didn't seriously do this to yourself did you?" Ginny's voice rang through the hospital wing, the extendable ears still hanging from her and Harry's ears.
"Of course not." Ron answered,
"Then why didn't you tell Dumbledore, he would have believed you." Harry's face was flushed to its maximum with anger that however did not mach Ginny's in the slightest
"And done what? even if I had told Dumbledore about Franklin and his goons what could he have done had a nice chat with them, what good would that do? It wouldn't mend mine and Hermione's friendship it wouldn't stop Franklin cheating on Hermione!" A sudden silence hit the room like ice water.
"When did this happen, How did you find out?" Harry asked sinking into a chair his anger being matched with shock. Ginny was left standing her jaw clenched fighting an inner battle with her Weasley temper.
"Just after I stormed out on you I met the whole team. I turned the corner and I see Cho and Franklin kissing and I said something and they sort of got these stones and made them fifty times bigger. Said something about Dodge ball. And then they kind of made them shoot at me and then… then I was here. Wait –" he looked up at them "who found me?"
"Hagrid." Harry said without looking at him.
"So what your telling me is that you've" she looked pointedly at Ron "been being beaten up by Franklin, Hermione's boyfriend. Well this is perfect all you have to do now is tell Hermione and- "
"No." interrupted Ron
"I tried that one Gin, he wont, keeps going on about staying out of Hermione's life to help her or something." Harry said defeat.
"Where did he get a stupid idea like that?" As if Ron weren't there.
"He got it from his stupid sister."
"Ron didn't I tell you never listen to my advice if I'm upset."
"So you where upset. What happened when I was in Hogsmeade?"
"Nothing I was just upset you know how it gets fifth year and all."
"Sure." Ron said not believing it at all. Ginny stood up abruptly.
"Where are you going?" enquired Harry
"To find Hermione." She answered with a satisfied grin. But the door opened and the girl in question waltzed in stopped her. Ginny mouth opened to say something but Hermione cut across her.
"Is it true?" she spat at Ron, ignoring the other two occupants of the room.
"Is what true?" Replied Ron in his coldest voice.
"That you punched my boyfriend!"
"Yes."
Hermione took several deep breaths then -
"Well that just proves… I guess I'm just glad that… thank you."
"WHAT!"
"Thank you." She repeated, "Until tonight I had been wondering whether I'd made the right decision. But now I know I never want to be your friend again. You're a barbaric idiot and I want nothing to do with you." Ginny made a swift movement towards Hermione, her face now purple, before being tackled to the ground by Harry. He pulled her from the room his hand clamped firmly over her mouth.
The door slammed behind them and the muffled explosion that escaped Ginny's mouth was barely audible.
"I have nothing to say to you."
"Wait. Here me out."
"Ron if you have an explanation to your awful behaviour I'd love to hear it, I really would." Ron opened his mouth in an effort to answer but closed it again before shaking his head and saying. "Nothing, forget about it,"
"I intend to."
And with that she walked swiftly from the room through the now deserted halls her chest heaving with suppressed emotion as she crossed the Entrance hall her steps gathering in speed she let the first tear escape her and then the next and next until she could hold back her misery no more. She collapsed by a nearby willow. Soon, her body exhausted, she fell into a miserable slumber.
Ooo unexpected twist even for me… my planning has fallen I have decided to take it in a different direction… but still going to the same destination just a different route.
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To all a good day and to all a good night.
XxX Perkey Terkey XxX
(I am just tweaking chapter nine and that should be ready in a few days)