Oh my gawsh! It took me like forever to put this up. I've been really super busy, and also I've kinda been pushing away the fact that I have to write this chapter. Oh, well. I know you really don't care all that much you just want your chapter. But, just so that my loverly, bestest Beta will feel special. I Thank you greatly for Beata-ing my ff. :D
Disclaimer: I own nothing. So if you sue me, you won't even get money. So it's really not worth it, is it?
The morning finally, unwillingly, came. Unfortunately, no one could stop it from coming, whether they liked it or not. It came.Today you would look at the one you love, and wonder whether you would be seeing them again, wondering if you would ever be able to hug them again, to tell them, I love you. Which just leads to holding on to them, and never wanting to let go.
A buzzing sound erupted from the bedside table as the alarm clock produced it's sound for the sleeping, to wake up. A hand produced from under the blankets and whacked the alarm clock off of the bedside table, with a –Thud- onto the floor, and even through the horrible experience of falling from that terrible height of the table, to the hardwood floor, this alarm clock continued it's annoying ringing sound.
A spot of Red Hair could be seen from under the pillows, as Ronald Weasley sat up, rubbing his eyes sleepishly. He crawled to the edge of the bed, bending over, picking up the dreadful clock, and turning it off, afterwards slamming it back down on the bedside table.
He turned his head towards the slumbering figure beside him, and grinned. He starred at her for a few minutes, then finally realized he had to get ready. Not wanting to wake her, he slowly crawled out of bed, and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, and began his shower.
After a few minutes' time, he twisted the faucets off, and got out, drying himself off, and walked to the sink, and began doing the necessary things you do in the mornings.
He quietly snuck back into the bedroom, opened the closet door, and rummaged through it, looking for his much needed clothes.
Through all the racket he was making, it wasn't such a shock that Hermione awoke, yawning. While struggling to get his sweater on, he noticed Hermione, sitting there, watching him, and smiled. " 'Morning." He said, slipping on his shoes.
"Good morning." She replied. Ron then jumped next to her on the bed, grinning.
Hermione starred at him for a moment, then yawned.
" I think you had better get ready, if you want to bring me to the train station." He nodded once, then got up from the bed, opened the door, and before leaving, winked at her, then left without another word.
Hermione starred after him. Then suddenly realization dawned over her. He was leaving today. She closed her eyes for a few moments, then finally pulled the covers off of her, and walked out to the Bathroom, taking a quick shower.
A few minutes later, she got out, and began brushing her teeth. Afterwards, she grabbed her hairbrush and walked to her bedroom, to the closet, putting on a nice delicate blouse. One of those blouses that usually in the muggle world, would need Dry Cleaning to be cleaned after a day's wear. She also put on a skirt that reached to just below her knees, a magnificent shade of black flowed on this skirt. She grinned slightly to herself, satisfied with her choice of clothing for today. She took her hairbrush and began to brush that bushy hair of hers, as she walked out towards the kitchen, searching for Ron.
She found him immediately; Making breakfast. She grinned to him, as she sat down at the kitchen table, placing her hairbrush softly next to her on the table, and looked down to the food placed before her. She laughed softly, and looked up to him, smiling.
He had made the most wonderful breakfast she had ever seen. A smiley face occupied her plate. Two eggs did as the eyes, three small bacon strips as the mouth, and a perfect strawberry fitted as it's nose right in the middle. He had even gone so far as to put two peaches on either side of this face, for it's ears. Of course the egg's yellow middle was now running, the bacon was just a tad burnt, and one of the peach ears, now slid down to below the bacon, making it look as if the face had an orange beard. But she didn't care. To her, it was simply perfect. Not even the best chef in the entire world could have done a better job, for her.
" Thank you, Ron. It truly, is delightful." She gave him a soft kiss on the lips, then took a bite from the runny egg eyes.
About fifteen minutes later, they realized that Ron hadn't packed the previous night, and best of all, they only had ten minutes until the train would leave.
Ron's loud, quick footsteps could be heard running down to his bedroom, stuffing anything he could find into a backpack, which he was using as his suitcase.
" Ron! Honestly, if you want to fit everything in there, you have to pack neatly."
Hermione said, as she began taking out clothes, and folding them rather quickly.
" 'Mione, I don't have the time to fold all of my things." He said, as he rushed to the bathroom, and came back with a handful of his things, stuffing them quickly into his backpack. " For Merlin's sake, Ron. You are the most unorganized person I have ever met."
" At least I'm a good looking, unorganized person. Aren't I?" He said, as he stuffed whatever junk he had left into his backpack and closed it.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and smiled. " Yes. You are." She pecked him on the cheek then rushed out of the room and grabbed her, and Ron's coats, waiting for him. A few moments later he arrived out of the bedroom, the backpack over his shoulder.
"Ready?" Hermione asked, offering his coat to him.
He shook his head. " Not really, but let's go." He grabbed his coat, then took her hand in his, and appariated to King's Cross Station.
Just outside of King's Cross Station, came a faint –Pop- as Ron and Hermione appeared out of thin air, behind a Trash Bin. Ron dusted himself, as they walked inside, towards Platform 7.
" I still don't get, why you have to travel on a muggle train." Hermione said to Ron, as they walked along.
" Because, we're supposed to be Muggles. Secret mission, and all. No one's supposed to know anything. According to them, we're just every day, ordinary muggles."
They walked over to a crowd of red heads, talking to one another. As they approached Mrs. Weasley walked over to them, and hugged them tightly. " Ron, dear!" She wiped a tear away, hugging him once more, even tighter than usual. " Mum… it's only a year…" As he said these words, a hint of hurt could be heard in his voice. " Only a Year?" She let go of Ron, as Fred and George came over. Ron gulped.
" Well, we won't need to hear anymore of this ol' git, now will we, George?"
" Nope. Poor Hermione.." George shook his head.
" She won't have anyone to tell off for interrupting her while reading anymore."
Hermione's cheeks turned just a tad pink.
" George, George, George." Fred said, shaking his head in pity. " Of course she will. What with Ginny coming over constantly complaining about her stomach all the time.." Fred put a hand to his mouth.
" Oops…" He said a bit sarcastic, as George hit him over the head.
Ron raised an eyebrow. " What do you mean?"
" Nothing." Both twins said at once, as they trotted off.
Ron looked over to Hermione. " What were they talking about?"
Hermione shrugged, and smiled sweetly. " I have no idea…" Although, she did. In fact she was the first person to know.
They both walked over to the group of redheads, Ron looking suspiciously over to Harry and Ginny.
" Harry… Have you been up to anything, lately?" Ron asked him a couple minutes later.
" What do you mean?" Harry asked, awkwardly.
" Have-...Did you--. Nevermind." Harry raised his eyebrow at him. " Are you alright, there, Ron?"
" Fine." He said, and walked over to Hermione.
" Did you tell Ron anything?" Ginny asked Harry, as Ron walked away.
" No..but he's acting rather strange."
" That's for sure."
The train whistled, sounding for all passengers to board. At the same time, making Hermione's heart jump. Ron hugged her tightly, not wanting to let go. " I'll miss you." He whispered into her ear, still holding onto her. "And I'll miss you so much more." She replied. He kissed her sweetly on the lips, making it look as if it came out of one of those old black and white muggle movies. The train whistled once more. " Ron.." Hermione sobbed.
" I love you, 'mione. Remember that."
" I love you too, Ron." Hermione said, as a tear rolled down her cheek, he quickly wiped it away, then grabbed his bag, and headed for the train, getting stopped by Mrs. Weasley, who quickly scolded him for almost not saying good bye to her, about to head off for a year, without one single farewell. Ron apologized many times, then quickly stepped aboard the train, and a few seconds later, his head popped out of the window.
Hermione walked over to him.
" Owl me, as soon as you get there."
" I will." He held her hand from the window.
The train began to take off, inch by inch. Harry quickly ran onto the train, after having a little snog with Ginny, and waving to them all.
Ron's hand slipped from Hermione's grip, as it took off. Ron and Harry both waved to everyone, and then they turned a corner, disappearing from their sight.
After having Mrs. Weasley break down into sobs, and hugging her, Hermione appariated home, by herself.
She set her things down on the kitchen table, and walked into the hallway, towards her room. But before she got there, she leaned against the wall, and slid down it, breaking into tears. She already missed him so much. They've never been apart that long. She'd have to wait a whole year to see him. That is, if he even will come home…
She shook her head, trying to take her mind off of this thought. Her eyes shifted over to the calendar on the wall, and a gasp erupted from her lips. The calendar's picture occupied the Chudley Cannons, passing what looked like, little pink hearts to one another, in which were supposedly the Quaffles. A big banner spread across the top of the calendar in which read: Feburary 14th. Valentine's!
Hermione closed her eyes, trying her best not to cry. She got up from the floor, and walked into their bedroom, and fell onto the bed, sobbing into her pillow.
sobs- Well...there's...that chapter. -Cries- I miss Ronnie! -Crickets- Well. No need to comfort me in any way. -.- Fine, I guess I just won't write the next chapter. No,no. I wouldn't torture you like that. But reviews would be much help to writing it. 8)
