It's Not Like You'll Marry Me!

Chapter 2: Why Me?

Author's Note: I didn't write in a while because I was a bit upset since I received a harsh flame on my other story. I kindly ask all reviewers to please write constructive criticism, not all out story bashing.

Ron watched Hermione leave. So, that's it? He touched the black box in his pocket. Right when I'm finally going to do it, she breaks it off?

Ron kicked a can on the sidewalk into the street. WHY ME! He thought. WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME!

A man on the street corner stared at the can Ron kicked. "Sir, no littering!" He said.

"Piss off." Ron muttered.

I don't get it. So maybe I was nervous. Hell, any bloke would be nervous if they were trying to ask their girlfriend to marry them! But why did just a little bit of nervousness bother her? He wondered.

Ron stared up at the sky. "BLOODY HELL, WHY DO WOMEN HAVE TO BE SO DIFFICULT!"

A woman covered her child's ears. "Control yourself! Such language in front of children!"

See how much language you spew out when you're in my situation! He thought bitterly. He then recalled his sentence. Ha ha. Spew. But thinking about that made him want to kick something again.

Ron shoved his hands into his pockets, and he touched the box where he kept that ring. Damn, it cost me a ton of paychecks! I even got her one of the nice diamonds from that jewelry store in Diagon Alley that can glow and polish itself randomly and stuff. Now what am I going to do with it, give it to Harry? He thought that over. Nah, he can buy his own stupid ring. Let him save up for months to get it and to only be shot down before you even ask!

He grasped the box again. Maybe after Hermione gets her time to "think over things" we can get back together. And then, finally, I can ask her. But who knows if we'll even get back together! I just—

Ron accidentally bumped into someone. This person was wearing a heavy cloak with the hood up. It reminded Ron eerily of a dementor. On closer inspection, he could see the faint outline of a face, and a few small tendrils or red hair escaped the hood. "Uh, sorry." He said.

"Nothing to worry about, young man." The person said, in a voice that Ron couldn't place. "Good night." The cloaked figure said, walking away.

As they walked away, Ron stared for a moment. For a second, he forgot all his problems with Hermione. He just knew it was vital that he figure out who that was. All he knew was red hair, and a voice that he could faintly recognize. Wait…red hair…a voice that I recognize…could it be?

He shook his head. No, I'm being stupid. She's dead. I'd better get back and tell Harry that I am destined to die a crazy old wizard. He turned around and continued walking.

The person under the cloak stopped, and smiled. Good. You didn't recognize me. Soon, very soon though, you will. And then you will wish that you never even met me!

Harry opened the door to his apartment. I might as well come home early, I suppose Ron's still with Hermione.

When Harry opened the door, he got a big surprise. Ron was sitting on the couch, his eyes still bugged out in shock, holding what looked like a teddy bear. On the coffee table, Harry could see about five empty bottles of firewhisky.

"Uh…Ron?" Harry asked.

"Want time to sort things out…" He replied. "Want…time…"

"What the hell?" Harry asked.

Ron hugged the teddy bear tighter. "Mione…need…time…I want…no time…need…Mione…"

Harry waved his hand in front of Ron's face. "Hello? Earth to Ron? You there?"

Ron turned away and hugged the teddy bear. "My Mione!" He yelled.

Harry looked at the five bottles, and he saw two more on the floor. "Ron, you are way drunk. Why aren't you with Hermione? I thought you would be, considering…"

"Mione…no more…" Ron said, in a voice that went strangely high pitched.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm going to get some of that leftover drunkenness potion in the fridge, so stay there, and don't do anything…odd." He said, while Ron started sucking his thumb.

Harry got the potion and had to practically force feed it to Ron. After about ten minutes, Ron started turning back to normal.

"Ow…" He said. "My head hurts."

Harry sat down in a chair. "Well, obviously. You were pissed drunk. Thankfully, you were drunk here rather than a bar. Who knows what you could have done if you were out somewhere."

"Yeah," Ron said, massaging his aching temples.

"So," Harry asked. "First thing's first, where did you get that teddy bear?"

"What teddy bear?"

"That one." Harry pointed.

"Uh…" Ron slipped it under a cushion. "Nowhere."

"Sure." He said, while Ron turned bright red. "Well, anyway, what were you mumbling about Hermione? I thought you were going to—"

"I was!" Ron said.

Harry gasped. "She…she turned you down? But… that's impossible! You were made for each other!"

"Harry, calm down." Ron said. "No she didn't turn me down. In fact, I didn't even get a chance to ask her. She just starts talking about wanting some time, and then, she bloody dumps me!"

Harry stared. "But…why? Why would she want some time?"

Ron shrugged. "How the hell should I know? She started talking about how I was nervous and how we never talk, and then she said she needed some time and that was it!"

"Oh, well its obvious what she thought."

Ron glared at him. "Really? Enlighten me."

"Well, she thinks you don't like her anymore."

"D-don't like her anymore? But…why? I like her! I love her, Harry!"

"Yes, I know Ron." Harry said. "But Hermione doesn't think so?"

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Well, because you are nervous around her and you never talk to her anymore."

"And what does that have to do with it?"

"How thick are you Ron!" Harry yelled. "Hermione obviously thinks that you're starting to drift apart from her!"

"What? How…That's it, I got to go to her apartment and put her right!" Ron said, standing up.

"No," Harry said. "If you do that, she'll just get mad and it will end up worse. I'll talk to her."

"Are you sure?" Ron asked. "I mean…it is Hermione."

Harry stared. "Did you forget we've all been friends since first year, or what? I think you're majorly overreacting, Ron. I'll sort this out with Hermione and it will be okay, got it?"

The cloaked figure opened the door to the old house. The shut the door softly and proceeded through the dusty hallway. They walked until they found a small with a faint light under the door. They knocked.

"Enter." A cold voice said.

The cloaked figure opened the door and walked into the room. Inside was a pale man with red eyes with a nose like a snake's, Lord Voldemort. He was sitting in a chair facing a fire. The cloaked figure bowed their head, before removing letting the cloak drop to the floor. Underneath it was a tall woman, with green eyes and long, wavy red hair. Her dress was of an ancient style, and she wore many bracelets and necklaces. "Master," She said. "The time has come."

Voldemort nodded. "You're sure everything is ready with your people, we have waited two years. It has been a long wait, but if you are sure of the plan, then I trust you."

"The plan is ready, Master of Souls." She said. "It has been two millenniums since we became immortal. Now on the night of the moon, our powers will increase. On the night of the moon, we shall perform the sacred ritual to ensure that they will be destroyed."

"You have served me well for these past two years, Gwyneth." Voldemort said. "I shall give you what you desire in payment for your service. But once this business is over, I have one last favor to ask, if you could make me immortal as you are."

She bowed. "An easy task, Master of Souls."

"Then I shall look forward to it." He said. "You are sure that this time you do not wish to go after the girl?"

"Yes, my lord. That girl proved bothersome indeed. But no matter. We do not need a mudblood like her for this plot. What we need, is a pureblood, or as close as we can get to it."

"Disappointing." Voldemort said. "I was hoping it would be Potter."

"There is a chance, however, that Potter and the mudblood will come running. We shall use his friend, and her love. The one with the flaming red hair, Ronald Weasley."

Author's Note: Poor Ronnikins! I'm being so mean to him! Don't worry Ron, I still love you! (And also kids, booze is bad!)