Disclaimer- Harry Potter has no chance of being mine or any of the other
characters...THEY ARE JUST TOO GOOD!
Author's Note: Well people, it's here! *looks around nervously*
Erm...well...sorry!!! Exams have been coming up and I was banned of the
poota to do revision!! Stupid revision!! So read and enjoy! This is when
the story gets a lot darker!
Chapter Two A Sinister Revenge
Since the kiss by the lake, Hermione had been smiling non-stop. She smiled while she had breakfast, she smiled while she was revising in the Common Room, she even smiled when Snape had taken off ten points for smiling too much, but she hadn't cared. All she did was laugh it off. Yet, without Hermione's knowledge, someone was preparing to wipe this smile straight off her face and it would be done soon.
Hermione came out of her last lesson of the day, Charms. It seemed to have gone really well. As usual, she was the first in the class to get her 'Singing Charm' to work and she had left Harry with a rather good singing voice.
"I hope this charm wears off soon," Harry sung. "Because my throat is getting sore!"
"It will," Hermione replied with a smile. "Though, I don't see why. You have quite a good singing voice there."
Harry whacked her playfully on the arm and smiled.
Hermione suddenly remembered that she needed to go and drop off her books in the Girl's Dormitory and fetch her other bag, which was much lighter. Ron replied that he would go up with her. To make sure she didn't forget anything. A smile crept onto her lips. What was Ron up to? Harry said 'See you later!' and he headed into the Great Hall with a grin. Hermione and Ron began to head up to the Common when Ron had an idea. He grabbed Hermione's wrist and pulled her into a classroom he knew was never used.
"Whoa!" Hermione cried as she got pulled in. She watched Ron close the door behind him, his lop-sided grin fixed upon his lips and a odd glint in his eyes.
"What are you up to, Ronald Weasley?" she asked as he came closer to her.
"This," he replied, and kissed her on the lips. Hermione closed her eyes and let herself fall into the happiness and closeness of the kiss. It was long and passionate. Eventually, they both came up for air. Ron tugged a loose stray of Hermione's hair behind her ears.
"That was nice," she breathed, looking deeply into his eyes.
Ron nodded with a sigh.
"Come on you, we'd better get to the Common Room and fetch your bag or we'll miss the chance of getting food this afternoon," he said, entwining his fingers with hers.
Hermione nodded and they both headed out of the room with the feeling of happiness and fulfilment. They reached the portrait of The Fat Lady.
"Ariana Dracine," Hermione said.
The portrait opened and they both headed in. It seemed to be quiet this afternoon, meaning that most of the house was at dinner. The only people there were Neville Longbottom, who was desperately trying to finish a Transfiguration essay, a young first year attempting to turn a goblet of wine into tea and Seamus Finnigan, who was reading the latest magazine of 'Quidditch Weekly'.
"I'll just be a minute," Hermione smiled.
Ron nodded and sat in his favourite chair near the fireplace. Hermione grabbed her heavy bag and headed up the right-side staircase. He cared about her so much that he had brought her a necklace with a small, golden locket and a small 'To Mya' engraved into it. In a way, it was still slightly weird about his one of her best friends, but also felt right to her, almost perfect.
"We're happy," she sighed, playing with her necklace.
With a sigh, Hermione pushed open the door to her dormitory. She stopped. Her bag fell to the ground without any passing thought. A real scream tore from her mouth as she witnessed the horrific scene in front of her. Blood. It was everywhere. On the floor. On her scattered robes. She averted her gaze away from the scene. No. It couldn't be true. It wasn't true. No-one could be heartless enough to do that. But it had happened. Lying, torn and ripped open, was the bloody body of Crookshanks. His ginger fur barely visible under the blood. Tears stuck her eyes as they threatened to fall. Crookshanks. Her Crookshanks. Why? He had always been a good cat. Staying within the grounds. Only eating the few birds around. He had even helped to protect Harry's godfather in her third year, and now he was dead. Murdered. Mutilated. "Hermione!" cried Ron's voice, but she didn't take any notice of it.
She couldn't pull her eyes away from her poor cat. A pair of arms wrapped themselves around her and carefully hid the sight from her by turning her head away.
"Come on," Ron whispered, keeping his eyes away from the bloody scene and leading her out of the dormitory and down into the Common Room. Nothing seemed to penetrate the terrible image. It wouldn't go away. As she sat down onto a chair, she had begun to shiver quite violently.
"Someone get Madam Pomfrey! I think she's going into shock!" Ron shouted.
Neville dropped the things he had been carrying and ran out of the Common Room on request to Ron's shout.
A blanket was placed around her shivering body, yet the blanket didn't take away any of the coldness Hermione felt and the hollowness within her.
"Right, I'm here. Tell me what has happened," came the voice of Madam Pomfrey, quickly followed by a extremely red-faced Neville, who was trying to catch his breath.
She knelt in front of Hermione and began to examine her. Ron's arms remained around her as a comfort and reassurance. After several minutes, she gave a small sigh.
"By the sounds of things and the way that she is now, I would like to take Miss Granger to the Hospital Wing. Will someone please carry her?" Madam Pomfrey asked, getting up.
"I will," Ron replied. He slowly lifted her into his arms and gripped her tightly. Hermione began to feel her mind work once more, and she was able to lift her eyes to look into his. She saw concern, fear, and also anger? Something nagged at the back of her mind but all she wanted to do was sleep and forget what had happened, so she snuggled closely into Ron's chest, closed her eyes and fell into blackness.
** Hermione woke up to a small ray of sunlight on her face. It took her a few moments to realise where she was, but finally it clicked. She looked down and saw Ron sitting in a chair near her bed, his head resting on the bottom of the bed. He had, tightly clutched in his left hand, a piece of parchment. She frowned. Why was he holding that?
"Ron!" she whispered, moving her feet slightly to wake him. His eyes blinked opened. He gave a yawn and rubbed his eyes. Ron looked like he hadn't had a proper night's sleep at all, even though he he had been sleeping soundly on the bed. He looked over at Hermione and smiled.
"Mornin'!" he said. "Er...how're you feeling?"
"Better," she replied. "Can't really remember much about last night though."
"It worked!" Ron whispered with a grin. "Erm...I mean...good, you deserved a good night's sleep."
Hermione sighed, leaning higher onto her pillows, then glancing at the piece of parchment in his hand. That was when she remembered to ask him what he was doing with it.
"What' s that in your left hand?" she asked, pointing it.
"Nothing," he replied, looking at the parchment, scrunching into a ball and throwing it into a nearby bin. Hermione frowned. Ron never lied to her, but here he was, lying to her about the parchment. It was clear from the nervous glances he gave at the bin that it was clearly not nothing.
"Alright," she smiled. "Well, you'd better head to class or Professor Flitwick will mark you down late again."
Ron looked like he was going to say something, but then thought better of it and sighed. He grabbed his bag and kissed Hermione on the forehead.
"Okay, but I'll be back at dinner with Harry," he said.
Hermione nodded and he headed out of the wing. She quickly glanced at the bin beside her bed. Now was the time to see what Ron was really hidding and what was on the parchment. She leaned over, picked it out of the bin, opened it up and began to read it.
' THIS IS YOUR FIRST WARNING! LEAVE HOGWARTS OR THINGS WILL GET A LOT WORSE FOR YOU! I PROMISE YOU THAT!'
A feeling of fear crept up her spine as Hermione looked up. It was a threat. A dangerous threat. This was the thing that Ron had been hiding. It was obvious that he had been trying to hide it away from her for her protection, but if the note was true its word, then the longer she stayed at Hogwarts, the longer she was putting everyone she knew in danger.
((Oooo! I'm a meanie!! Bit of a cliffie, but not a major, at least not yet!!! Chapter Three will come in the next few days, so I won't be as long!! *waves, and skips off to write Chapter Three! Oh, and by the way, no replies means no Chapter so get replyin'!!! PLEASE!))
Chapter Two A Sinister Revenge
Since the kiss by the lake, Hermione had been smiling non-stop. She smiled while she had breakfast, she smiled while she was revising in the Common Room, she even smiled when Snape had taken off ten points for smiling too much, but she hadn't cared. All she did was laugh it off. Yet, without Hermione's knowledge, someone was preparing to wipe this smile straight off her face and it would be done soon.
Hermione came out of her last lesson of the day, Charms. It seemed to have gone really well. As usual, she was the first in the class to get her 'Singing Charm' to work and she had left Harry with a rather good singing voice.
"I hope this charm wears off soon," Harry sung. "Because my throat is getting sore!"
"It will," Hermione replied with a smile. "Though, I don't see why. You have quite a good singing voice there."
Harry whacked her playfully on the arm and smiled.
Hermione suddenly remembered that she needed to go and drop off her books in the Girl's Dormitory and fetch her other bag, which was much lighter. Ron replied that he would go up with her. To make sure she didn't forget anything. A smile crept onto her lips. What was Ron up to? Harry said 'See you later!' and he headed into the Great Hall with a grin. Hermione and Ron began to head up to the Common when Ron had an idea. He grabbed Hermione's wrist and pulled her into a classroom he knew was never used.
"Whoa!" Hermione cried as she got pulled in. She watched Ron close the door behind him, his lop-sided grin fixed upon his lips and a odd glint in his eyes.
"What are you up to, Ronald Weasley?" she asked as he came closer to her.
"This," he replied, and kissed her on the lips. Hermione closed her eyes and let herself fall into the happiness and closeness of the kiss. It was long and passionate. Eventually, they both came up for air. Ron tugged a loose stray of Hermione's hair behind her ears.
"That was nice," she breathed, looking deeply into his eyes.
Ron nodded with a sigh.
"Come on you, we'd better get to the Common Room and fetch your bag or we'll miss the chance of getting food this afternoon," he said, entwining his fingers with hers.
Hermione nodded and they both headed out of the room with the feeling of happiness and fulfilment. They reached the portrait of The Fat Lady.
"Ariana Dracine," Hermione said.
The portrait opened and they both headed in. It seemed to be quiet this afternoon, meaning that most of the house was at dinner. The only people there were Neville Longbottom, who was desperately trying to finish a Transfiguration essay, a young first year attempting to turn a goblet of wine into tea and Seamus Finnigan, who was reading the latest magazine of 'Quidditch Weekly'.
"I'll just be a minute," Hermione smiled.
Ron nodded and sat in his favourite chair near the fireplace. Hermione grabbed her heavy bag and headed up the right-side staircase. He cared about her so much that he had brought her a necklace with a small, golden locket and a small 'To Mya' engraved into it. In a way, it was still slightly weird about his one of her best friends, but also felt right to her, almost perfect.
"We're happy," she sighed, playing with her necklace.
With a sigh, Hermione pushed open the door to her dormitory. She stopped. Her bag fell to the ground without any passing thought. A real scream tore from her mouth as she witnessed the horrific scene in front of her. Blood. It was everywhere. On the floor. On her scattered robes. She averted her gaze away from the scene. No. It couldn't be true. It wasn't true. No-one could be heartless enough to do that. But it had happened. Lying, torn and ripped open, was the bloody body of Crookshanks. His ginger fur barely visible under the blood. Tears stuck her eyes as they threatened to fall. Crookshanks. Her Crookshanks. Why? He had always been a good cat. Staying within the grounds. Only eating the few birds around. He had even helped to protect Harry's godfather in her third year, and now he was dead. Murdered. Mutilated. "Hermione!" cried Ron's voice, but she didn't take any notice of it.
She couldn't pull her eyes away from her poor cat. A pair of arms wrapped themselves around her and carefully hid the sight from her by turning her head away.
"Come on," Ron whispered, keeping his eyes away from the bloody scene and leading her out of the dormitory and down into the Common Room. Nothing seemed to penetrate the terrible image. It wouldn't go away. As she sat down onto a chair, she had begun to shiver quite violently.
"Someone get Madam Pomfrey! I think she's going into shock!" Ron shouted.
Neville dropped the things he had been carrying and ran out of the Common Room on request to Ron's shout.
A blanket was placed around her shivering body, yet the blanket didn't take away any of the coldness Hermione felt and the hollowness within her.
"Right, I'm here. Tell me what has happened," came the voice of Madam Pomfrey, quickly followed by a extremely red-faced Neville, who was trying to catch his breath.
She knelt in front of Hermione and began to examine her. Ron's arms remained around her as a comfort and reassurance. After several minutes, she gave a small sigh.
"By the sounds of things and the way that she is now, I would like to take Miss Granger to the Hospital Wing. Will someone please carry her?" Madam Pomfrey asked, getting up.
"I will," Ron replied. He slowly lifted her into his arms and gripped her tightly. Hermione began to feel her mind work once more, and she was able to lift her eyes to look into his. She saw concern, fear, and also anger? Something nagged at the back of her mind but all she wanted to do was sleep and forget what had happened, so she snuggled closely into Ron's chest, closed her eyes and fell into blackness.
** Hermione woke up to a small ray of sunlight on her face. It took her a few moments to realise where she was, but finally it clicked. She looked down and saw Ron sitting in a chair near her bed, his head resting on the bottom of the bed. He had, tightly clutched in his left hand, a piece of parchment. She frowned. Why was he holding that?
"Ron!" she whispered, moving her feet slightly to wake him. His eyes blinked opened. He gave a yawn and rubbed his eyes. Ron looked like he hadn't had a proper night's sleep at all, even though he he had been sleeping soundly on the bed. He looked over at Hermione and smiled.
"Mornin'!" he said. "Er...how're you feeling?"
"Better," she replied. "Can't really remember much about last night though."
"It worked!" Ron whispered with a grin. "Erm...I mean...good, you deserved a good night's sleep."
Hermione sighed, leaning higher onto her pillows, then glancing at the piece of parchment in his hand. That was when she remembered to ask him what he was doing with it.
"What' s that in your left hand?" she asked, pointing it.
"Nothing," he replied, looking at the parchment, scrunching into a ball and throwing it into a nearby bin. Hermione frowned. Ron never lied to her, but here he was, lying to her about the parchment. It was clear from the nervous glances he gave at the bin that it was clearly not nothing.
"Alright," she smiled. "Well, you'd better head to class or Professor Flitwick will mark you down late again."
Ron looked like he was going to say something, but then thought better of it and sighed. He grabbed his bag and kissed Hermione on the forehead.
"Okay, but I'll be back at dinner with Harry," he said.
Hermione nodded and he headed out of the wing. She quickly glanced at the bin beside her bed. Now was the time to see what Ron was really hidding and what was on the parchment. She leaned over, picked it out of the bin, opened it up and began to read it.
' THIS IS YOUR FIRST WARNING! LEAVE HOGWARTS OR THINGS WILL GET A LOT WORSE FOR YOU! I PROMISE YOU THAT!'
A feeling of fear crept up her spine as Hermione looked up. It was a threat. A dangerous threat. This was the thing that Ron had been hiding. It was obvious that he had been trying to hide it away from her for her protection, but if the note was true its word, then the longer she stayed at Hogwarts, the longer she was putting everyone she knew in danger.
((Oooo! I'm a meanie!! Bit of a cliffie, but not a major, at least not yet!!! Chapter Three will come in the next few days, so I won't be as long!! *waves, and skips off to write Chapter Three! Oh, and by the way, no replies means no Chapter so get replyin'!!! PLEASE!))