~ Disclaimer:: I don't Harry Potter. Oh well better luck next time. JK
Chapter Two
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Ron sat on his bed a little dumbfounded, which really wasn't anything unusual, except for the fact that usually he could figure out Hermione's ulterior motives. He at least knew her well enough to tell when see was joking and to know when not to bother her with insignificant questions about their relationship. Relationship? Was that what they had called it?
'Some relationship.' Ron shrugged. He decided that a trip to the library or better yet outside would be good for his mental state of mind. Actually the library had become one of Ron's favorite places to go, but suddenly it just lost its appeal. Hermione had lost that appeal for him. Or had she really done that? Or was that just his imagination playing tricks on him again? Perhaps it was his way of putting everything else on his mind out of the way, but now it was returning with a painful aching inside of him.
Things had been very different since the latest rise of the dark lord. Yes, he was taking control everywhere he could get it. But that didn't seem to matter that much to Ron. It actually didn't bother him that much at all.
Nothing seemed to matter to him anymore. He had lost his feelings toward a lot of things. Things he had once loved.
'Love' Ron muttered to himself. 'What is that anyway?'
Ron was worried a lot about Harry. Everyone did. But the worry didn't seem to be so bad when he was with Hermione. But that was over. So now all he had to do was worry. Harry although told everyone not to. 'I'm not scared of him.' Ron could hear Harry's words in his head.
Ron lay back on his four poster. Through his window he could see the giant squid skimming the top of the lake. He suddenly felt jealous of the creature. He had nothing to worry about. He had nothing to loose from the dark lord. He also had no heart to be broken.
Ron sighed heavily. He threw his legs over the side of his bed, stood up, and walked quickly out of the door. He walked silently through the common room. Past Neville as Dean was once again explaining to him the rules of soccer. He walked quickly out of the common room.
"What's wrong with Ron?"
Ginny shrugged.
"I don't know." she looked almost longingly after him.
"Maybe I should..." she started.
Harry caught the worry in her voice.
"It's probably best just to let him be." came his voice soothing her worries.
She sighed heavily, just to let Harry know that she was at ease.
Ron, on the other hand, had just been swallowed by the beauty that was the Hogwarts grounds.
The sear magnificence of it made almost all of his worries disappear. To his left was a very peculiar tree. Many memories were shared between Ron and that tree, including one faithful night that resulted in the breaking of his right leg, and the crashing of a flying Ford Anglia. So many things had changed and yet he was so sure that he and Hermione would always be.
'Right...silly dreams.' he thought savagely.
"Oh, excuse me... RON!" said a shocked voice. He looked down at a more than perfect head of brown hair.
"Sorry Hermione." he stammered.
"Well, if you will please excuse me." she made her way off to the court yard.
"Is it against your law to walk freely now?" he called after her.
"Is if it's you!" she yelled from over her shoulder.
He waved casually.
"Yeah hope you have a nice day too!" He resisted the temptation to curl up his lip and snarl at her.
Chapter Two
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Ron sat on his bed a little dumbfounded, which really wasn't anything unusual, except for the fact that usually he could figure out Hermione's ulterior motives. He at least knew her well enough to tell when see was joking and to know when not to bother her with insignificant questions about their relationship. Relationship? Was that what they had called it?
'Some relationship.' Ron shrugged. He decided that a trip to the library or better yet outside would be good for his mental state of mind. Actually the library had become one of Ron's favorite places to go, but suddenly it just lost its appeal. Hermione had lost that appeal for him. Or had she really done that? Or was that just his imagination playing tricks on him again? Perhaps it was his way of putting everything else on his mind out of the way, but now it was returning with a painful aching inside of him.
Things had been very different since the latest rise of the dark lord. Yes, he was taking control everywhere he could get it. But that didn't seem to matter that much to Ron. It actually didn't bother him that much at all.
Nothing seemed to matter to him anymore. He had lost his feelings toward a lot of things. Things he had once loved.
'Love' Ron muttered to himself. 'What is that anyway?'
Ron was worried a lot about Harry. Everyone did. But the worry didn't seem to be so bad when he was with Hermione. But that was over. So now all he had to do was worry. Harry although told everyone not to. 'I'm not scared of him.' Ron could hear Harry's words in his head.
Ron lay back on his four poster. Through his window he could see the giant squid skimming the top of the lake. He suddenly felt jealous of the creature. He had nothing to worry about. He had nothing to loose from the dark lord. He also had no heart to be broken.
Ron sighed heavily. He threw his legs over the side of his bed, stood up, and walked quickly out of the door. He walked silently through the common room. Past Neville as Dean was once again explaining to him the rules of soccer. He walked quickly out of the common room.
"What's wrong with Ron?"
Ginny shrugged.
"I don't know." she looked almost longingly after him.
"Maybe I should..." she started.
Harry caught the worry in her voice.
"It's probably best just to let him be." came his voice soothing her worries.
She sighed heavily, just to let Harry know that she was at ease.
Ron, on the other hand, had just been swallowed by the beauty that was the Hogwarts grounds.
The sear magnificence of it made almost all of his worries disappear. To his left was a very peculiar tree. Many memories were shared between Ron and that tree, including one faithful night that resulted in the breaking of his right leg, and the crashing of a flying Ford Anglia. So many things had changed and yet he was so sure that he and Hermione would always be.
'Right...silly dreams.' he thought savagely.
"Oh, excuse me... RON!" said a shocked voice. He looked down at a more than perfect head of brown hair.
"Sorry Hermione." he stammered.
"Well, if you will please excuse me." she made her way off to the court yard.
"Is it against your law to walk freely now?" he called after her.
"Is if it's you!" she yelled from over her shoulder.
He waved casually.
"Yeah hope you have a nice day too!" He resisted the temptation to curl up his lip and snarl at her.