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Chapter 5

Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermonie all congregated upstairs in the girl's bedroom. Mrs. Weasly had sent up some food to discourage them from coming down for anything. She even had warned them that if they made a move towards the kitchen that she would severely hex them.

"I wish we could know what was going on in there," Ginny said whistfully as she sat down on the bed. Harry wandered in slowly and sat down next to her. He heaved a sigh and ran his hand through his hair, making it stick up even worse then it usually did.

"We all do, Gin. But we probably should talk about better things. Like how come none of you wrote me?" Harry asked pointedly. Hermonie sighed and shook her head. She sat down on the floor and leaned against the dresser, a pillow behind her.

"We weren't allowed, Harry," Ron answered as he settled into a crossed legged position in the middle of the floor. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"It's true. They were afraid that you may get either one a rash idea to escape where you were safe and two that you would be found," Hermonie answered as she studied a finger nail. Red anger filled his cheeks.

"Do something rash!" He exclaimed. Ginny placed one of her small hands upon his shoulder.

"We all wanted to write you."

"That's not the point! The point is that they think that I would do something rash," Harry argued, flames of anger now possessing his emerald green eyes. The group looked at each other.

"Well you already have done some rash things, Harry," Hermonie stated softly, her eyes stared at the floor. Harry blinked in response, his breathing heavy.

"She only speaks the truth, mate. Just don't shoot the messengers," Ron defended. Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I'm sorry. Things aren't easy. I just..." He trailed off not sure of how to tell them.

"I'm afraid," he whispered, no longer able to look them in the eye. Ginny wrapped her arm around him and gave him a squeeze.

"We all are," she whispered back. He looked up at them and saw that Hermonie and Ron were nodding.

"Yeah. It's affecting my dreams too, mate. I keep having this dream that He Who Must Not Be Named comes after us. We all stand with you, but everyone around me dies. One by one. Hermonie, Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Mum, Dad, Professor McGonagall, you. I'm always left alone. What if that happens? I can't survive without you. I can't survive without any of you," Ron said. He hung his head, trying to hide his flaming face. Hermonie touched his forearm.

"You didn't tell me that was what was bothering you that night," she whispered. He glanced up, locking eyes with her.

"I felt stupid for even writing." Hermonie blushed and took his hand.

"You shouldn't have. I'm your friend. Always will be, always have been. We'll get through this war. Believe me, Ron. We will and we'll get through it together." He gave her a sad smile.

"Thanks 'Mione," he mumbled. She looked down and realized what she had done. She moved away, her face flaming.

"You're welcome. What are friends for?"

Ginny glanced over at Harry, a smile formed upon her red lips. Harry smiled back and winked. Her eyes widened slightly. Had he said all that to get them together? Ginny wondered. She raised an eye brow and he nodded slightly. Her mouth opened, but she quickly closed it. She didn't want Ron and Hermonie to know what had just happened.

"So, have any of you done your home work yet?" Hermonie asked suddenly. Harry laughed and nodded.

"There was nothing else better to do at the Dursleys," he admitted as he shifted on the bed.

"Of course I did mine. Do you even need to ask, Hermonie?" Ginny asked with a smile. Hermonie looked over at Ron, who was trying to avoid her gaze.

"Ron?" She asked. He closed his eyes and mumbled something.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't hear what you said." Ron sighed deeply and looked back at her.

"I didn't do my home work. I never do it. You should know that by now, Hermonie." She rolled her eyes and sighed. She just sat there shaking her head.

"Quit that," Ron chastized.

"Why didn't you do your home work? Were you hoping that I would do it for you?" Ron shrugged his shoulders and gave her a sheepish look.

"Kind of." Hermonie's mouth fell open. She smacked his arm angrily.

"You know what I'm not going to do any of your home work, nor help you in any way. That means you have to take your own notes. You're going to have to learn how to study. You are the one that is going to have to do everything for once. I'm not going to be your slave, Ronald Weasly," She huffed. Ron rolled his eyes.

"Yeah you say that now, but that doesn't mean that you won't help me," he argued. Her eyes widened.

"I will not!"

"You will too!"

"Arg! Why is it that you always fight with me?"

"Because you start it, 'Mione."

"And that's another thing, stop calling me 'Mione!"

"You never complained before."

"You only forget all of the time because you don't use your brain, Ronald."

"You know I hate it when you call me Ronald. My name is Ron."

"No your nickname is Ron, your real name is Ronald."

"Well your nick name is 'Mione and I'm gonna call you that."

"Oh! I can't stand you!"

Hermonie jumped up from where she was sitting and clenched her fists at her side. She glared down at Ron before starting for the door.

"I'm sorry," Ron mumbled, causing her to stop in her tracks. She spun around.

"Did you just say what I thought you said?" She asked him, her hand found a strand of hair and started twisting it.

"Yes, but I know you'll want me to say it again. I'm sorry." Hermonie blinked and sat down slowly.

"Whoa, what is wrong with you mate? You never say sorry to her." Harry asked. Ron shrugged his shoulders.

"What if that was the last conversation I had with her? What if she died? I don't want her to be angry. I don't want to be angry with her," Ron said softly. Ginny blinked. Harry glanced over at her to see that she was just as shocked as he was. Ron was never one to say he was sorry. Hermonie always just gave in and forgave him without any words spoken whatsoever. It was their relationship.

"You're growing up, Ron," Hermonie said in a stunned voice. Ron looked over at her and shrugged.

"Hm... Well maybe I am."