It's Not Like You'll Marry Me!
Chapter 5: Confessions
Author's Note: I couldn't update for a week because was being a meanie. YAY! NOW I CAN UPDATE!
"We are ready. The plan shall be launched immediately." Gwyneth said.
"Are you sure everything is ready?" Voldemort asked. "I told you before, I am tired of waiting. I will not wait any longer."
"Never fear, Master of Souls. I have double checked everything personally. Nothing can stop us now. I have made sure of that."
"How exactly?" Voldemort asked. "I still do not understand some parts of the plan."
Gwyneth gave a harsh and cold laugh. "It is very simple. But let me say this, that boy is within our reach now. No one can help him. Not even his little girlfriend."
Ron and Harry sat on the couch, not doing particularly anything. Ron sat in silence thinking about Hermione. Harry had just gotten back and had not told him Hermione's reaction. Ron had hoped Hermione would understand, but judging by Harry's look, she didn't.
"So…is it really that bad?" He asked.
Harry seemed to be dragged out of a long way away. "What?"
"Well…you know…Hermione…"
"Oh…" Harry stared at the floor. "Well…uh… she wasn't exactly overjoyed…"
"Harry, don't worry about it. Just tell me what else happened." Ron said.
"I told her you still love her…and…she told me we wouldn't understand…"
Ron sighed. "I knew it…but what do we not understand?"
"I don't know, she never said." Harry replied.
After a second of silence, Ron asked, "Is that all?"
"Well…no…" Harry replied. He's not going to like this…
"What else?" Ron demanded in a tone letting Harry know that he meant business.
"I…told her that you were going to propose." Here it comes…
"You WHAT!" Ron yelled.
Harry tried to explain. "I know…I know…but it just kinda burst out…"
Ron covered his eyes. "Now its gonna be worse. Well, what did she say, Harry?" He asked.
He didn't know how to put it. "She…she…was upset…"
"How so? Like she has a new boyfriend upset?"
Harry shook his head. "No…if I didn't know any better…I'd say she was crying…and not because she was sad or angry at you…it was like she was sad and angry at herself…"
Angry…at herself? But...how? Does that mean…No…it can't… "Whatever." Ron said. "At least I know its over between us."
Harry stared. "You're really going to give up that easily?" He asked.
Ron shrugged. "I think that's the only choice." He stood up. "I think I need to go for a walk. To shake the last of the break-up blues out of me."
"Okay, just make sure to be back soon."
"Yeah, I don't want crazies to kidnap me." He said, and then he left.
Almost instantly after Ron left, Harry ran up the stairs to their bedroom. He found Ron's photo album and flipped through it to the pages right after Ron and Hermione had started dating. They both looked so happy…Harry just didn't understand it. Why did this happen? He asked. What went wrong?
Hermione sat in her living room, still crying over what Harry had said and what she knew. There's no way I can make up with Ron now. There is no way he'll understand…
She looked back up at the clock on the mantelpiece. Why did this have to happen to me? What did I deserve to do this? If it's bad thoughts, then I'm sorry, but I'm a teenager for god's sake!
She took a second to think over what she just said. Ha ha…a joke. But I'm probably not the one who got karma for that. If anything, it was Ron…it's always the boys…
Thinking about Ron was painful. Ron, I didn't mean to hurt you this bad, but I had no choice! I know that this is hard for both of us to bear…but we have to…so they won't find out…
Wait…they…Maybe there is hope…just a bit…but there's definite hope…maybe I can still explain to Ron and tell him how I really feel without…
She stood up and wiped her tears, and walked over to the mantelpiece. She looked up at the old clock that had stopped working long ago. It was pretty enough, but she quickly diverted her attention and lifted it up. Ron…if this hurts you…then I'll go down too…She picked up a folded parchment that was blotted by tears. I can't stand this fear anymore…I have to tell you… And she disapperated.
Harry was deep into his snooping through Ron's stuff when the doorbell rang. Absentmindedly thinking it was Ron, he stuffed all the things he had looked through under Ron's bed, and then went downstairs. When he opened the door, he was very much surprised. "H-Hermione?" He breathed.
"Harry." She replied, coming in.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, with a small bit of coldness in his voice.
"I need to talk to Ron." She said.
"He's not here right now." Harry replied. He looked into her eyes. Something glinted. Was it fear? "Do you want some tea or something?" He asked.
"N-no I'm fine." She sat down on the couch. He noticed she was fumbling with something. It was piece of parchment.
"What's that?" He asked, sitting on a chair opposite her.
"Nothing." She replied, trying to stuff it away.
"It's not nothing. It is something important. Tell me what it is." He demanded.
"No." She replied.
Harry, faster than anyone could, whipped out his wand and yelled, "Accio Parchment!" The parchment flew out of Hermione's hand.
"Give that back!" She yelled.
"No, not until you tell me what's wrong! Hermione, something is upsetting you."
"It's none of your business!" She said, a tear coming into her eye.
"YES IT IS!" Harry roared. "BECAUSE UNLESS YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN, YOU AND RON ARE MY BEST FRIENDS, AND WHEN MY TWO BEST FRIENDS HAVE PROBLEMS, I HAVE TO HELP THEM!"
Hermione sat back, shocked by Harry's yell. I forget, he's gone through so much pain, that it makes Ron and my problems look silly in comparison, but I think this time, our problems are in the same league…
She sighed. "All right, I'll tell you…but…it's not easy…"
Harry calmed down. "Just get on with it."
Hermione took a deep breath. "Breaking up with Ron wasn't because I didn't want to be with him anymore or because I thought he didn't like me anymore. I just…needed an excuse…"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Don't you get it?" Hermione asked. "I still like Ron, Harry! I haven't ever stopped liking him! I'm not some shallow bimbo who likes one guy one day and then dumps him the next!"
"But why did you do it?" He demanded.
"Because…because…a week before we went out on that final date…I got this in the mail…" She indicated to the parchment.
Harry stared at it and then opened it. It read:
Break up with your boyfriend,
Or he will die.
I'll be watching.
-GW
"Don't you see?" Hermione cried. "This is why I couldn't be with Ron! I want to tell him that I still like him, but I can't, because if I do…"
Harry stared at the parchment. Wait a minute…GW?
"Ginny wrote this?" Harry asked.
"What?" Hermione said.
"Look, it says, 'GW'." He showed her.
Hermione stared. "I never noticed that…but it can't be Ginny…why would she want Ron dead?"
Harry looked back at it. "The only other person that I know of with the initials 'GW' is…"
Harry and Hermione stared at each other for a moment. She gasped. "Oh my god…it can't be…it just can't…"
"Wait a minute…" Harry said. "If she's threatening Ron here…then that means…"
Hermione stood up and ran to the door. "HARRY, WE NEED TO GET RON RIGHT NOW!"
Ron walked through the streets, still wallowing in his depression. You git. You knew you were never good enough for her in the first place…but you still insisted…I guess its good riddance that this happened to you.
All of a sudden he saw a shadow from behind. He turned around fast to see a black shadow. "What the—?" He yelled, whipping out his wand, because he was hit on the head from behind with something very large and heavy. What…happening…? He thought as he slipped into unconsciousness.
The black figure stepped into the light, with its long red hair running in front of its robes. "You two!" A woman's voice yelled to two other robed figures. "Bring him back to the hideout. We shall have a little fun with him." As they picked him up and started to apperate, the figure gave an evil laugh.
Author's Note: Ohhh… evil cliffie! Oh well, at least we know why Herms broke up with him…right? (Please don't kill me!)