Hey, next chappie. Hope you like it.
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Ron and Hermione both lived in envy of their friends (or sister and friend). Wishing over and over again that they could have what Harry and Ginny had. Over the three weeks since their announcement, they had become closer than anyone could have every imagined. Sharing each other's thoughts, words, and love.
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It was late. Ron and Hermione were alone. Harry and Ginny had gone who knows where, and Ron personally didn't want to know what they were up to.
"Here." Said Hermione, handing him what looked like a study sheet.
"What's this for? Oh, wait don't tell me. For the N.E.W.T.S. that are about a month away? Am I right or am I right?" asked Ron.
"Yes, they are. I had one made up for each of us. But seeing as Harry's not here, I can't exactly give it to him." Said Hermione, sounding somewhat annoyed.
"Yes, poor 'ickle Harry." Said Ron sarcastically. "And why didn't we get these sooner 'Mione. Personally I'm shocked. I expected these months ago."
"Oh shut up." Hermione said, while playfully slapping his arm. This caused Ron to feign hurt, and Hermione to laugh. "You are such a baby."
"I am not." Said Ron indignantly.
"Yes you are." Replied Hermione smiling.
"Am n." but Ron was cut off by a loud tapping at the window. A light brown owl, with golden eyes, and a jet-black beak to match its jet-black legs, seemed to have a letter for someone in Gryffindor Tower. Though neither Ron nor Hermione knew who owned such an owl.
"Think we should let it in?" asked Hermione timidly. With Voldemort around, they never knew when something seemingly harmless could turn deadly.
"Yeah. Just-just get your wand out first." Said Ron, slowly approaching the window with his wand outstretched. The second the window was open the owl flew straight at Hermione who screamed and ducked. Looking up, she noticed that the owl had landed on the table in front of her, and was waiting for her to take off the letter. "Oh thank God." She sighed. For a second she had thought the bird might hurt Ron. Or her for that matter. She started thinking about how odd it had been for her to worry about Ron first, seeing as she had been the one seemingly in danger, but the owl hooted impatiently startling her out of her thoughts. "Er-right" with that, she grabbed the letter. Immediately following, the owl took off.
Dear Hermione,
I first want to tell you that I'm all right. And that I will always love you.
Tonight, tonight our house was attacked by death eaters. (Hermione gasped.)
"What is it Hermione?" Ron asked rushing to her side, only to have her shake her head and pass the letter over to him.
"Can-can y-you read, read it t-to me?" asked Hermione with a terrified look on her face.
"Of course I can. But why?" he responded. Again she shook her head. "Ok. Well, here it goes I guess."
"Dear Hermione," (he paused looking sideways at her.)
"I first want to tell you that I'm all right. And that I will always love you." (He was beginning to wonder why he had to read it to her)
"Tonight, tonight our house was attacked---by---death eaters?" he thought. Again looking sideways at Hermione who was beginning to have tears well up in her eyes.
"And as you already know, all wonderful things must, must eventually come to an end." Ron was confused by this statement, but it seemed to mean something to Hermione who looked even more frightened. Tears began to slowly slide down her cheeks and Ron wished he had the guts to comfort her. To hold her.
"This part's hard to read Hermione, but I'll try my best." She nodded.
"There is no, yeah no, easy way for me to say this, but I meal, oh, no wait, it says feel. Sorry. But I feel that I must tell you this blunt, blunt, Bluntly. Hermione honey." Ron read without blushing. The situation at hand was so serious he didn't even think about it. "Your, your father was---was--- Killed?" Hermione thus collapsed into heart wrenching sobs.
Neither she nor Ron could believe it. "Hermione I'm so so sorry." Ron dropped the note, not caring what the rest said; his 'Mione was in pain. And as embarrassed as he was to do it, he knew he had to comfort her. "Hermione." He said while sitting next to her and wrapping her in his arms. "Shhhhh. It's ok. Let it all out. I'm here. I'll take care of you. Shhhhh. Don't worry, I'm here for you. Shhhhhh." Ron continued to whisper to her for the rest of the night.
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Ron and Hermione both lived in envy of their friends (or sister and friend). Wishing over and over again that they could have what Harry and Ginny had. Over the three weeks since their announcement, they had become closer than anyone could have every imagined. Sharing each other's thoughts, words, and love.
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It was late. Ron and Hermione were alone. Harry and Ginny had gone who knows where, and Ron personally didn't want to know what they were up to.
"Here." Said Hermione, handing him what looked like a study sheet.
"What's this for? Oh, wait don't tell me. For the N.E.W.T.S. that are about a month away? Am I right or am I right?" asked Ron.
"Yes, they are. I had one made up for each of us. But seeing as Harry's not here, I can't exactly give it to him." Said Hermione, sounding somewhat annoyed.
"Yes, poor 'ickle Harry." Said Ron sarcastically. "And why didn't we get these sooner 'Mione. Personally I'm shocked. I expected these months ago."
"Oh shut up." Hermione said, while playfully slapping his arm. This caused Ron to feign hurt, and Hermione to laugh. "You are such a baby."
"I am not." Said Ron indignantly.
"Yes you are." Replied Hermione smiling.
"Am n." but Ron was cut off by a loud tapping at the window. A light brown owl, with golden eyes, and a jet-black beak to match its jet-black legs, seemed to have a letter for someone in Gryffindor Tower. Though neither Ron nor Hermione knew who owned such an owl.
"Think we should let it in?" asked Hermione timidly. With Voldemort around, they never knew when something seemingly harmless could turn deadly.
"Yeah. Just-just get your wand out first." Said Ron, slowly approaching the window with his wand outstretched. The second the window was open the owl flew straight at Hermione who screamed and ducked. Looking up, she noticed that the owl had landed on the table in front of her, and was waiting for her to take off the letter. "Oh thank God." She sighed. For a second she had thought the bird might hurt Ron. Or her for that matter. She started thinking about how odd it had been for her to worry about Ron first, seeing as she had been the one seemingly in danger, but the owl hooted impatiently startling her out of her thoughts. "Er-right" with that, she grabbed the letter. Immediately following, the owl took off.
Dear Hermione,
I first want to tell you that I'm all right. And that I will always love you.
Tonight, tonight our house was attacked by death eaters. (Hermione gasped.)
"What is it Hermione?" Ron asked rushing to her side, only to have her shake her head and pass the letter over to him.
"Can-can y-you read, read it t-to me?" asked Hermione with a terrified look on her face.
"Of course I can. But why?" he responded. Again she shook her head. "Ok. Well, here it goes I guess."
"Dear Hermione," (he paused looking sideways at her.)
"I first want to tell you that I'm all right. And that I will always love you." (He was beginning to wonder why he had to read it to her)
"Tonight, tonight our house was attacked---by---death eaters?" he thought. Again looking sideways at Hermione who was beginning to have tears well up in her eyes.
"And as you already know, all wonderful things must, must eventually come to an end." Ron was confused by this statement, but it seemed to mean something to Hermione who looked even more frightened. Tears began to slowly slide down her cheeks and Ron wished he had the guts to comfort her. To hold her.
"This part's hard to read Hermione, but I'll try my best." She nodded.
"There is no, yeah no, easy way for me to say this, but I meal, oh, no wait, it says feel. Sorry. But I feel that I must tell you this blunt, blunt, Bluntly. Hermione honey." Ron read without blushing. The situation at hand was so serious he didn't even think about it. "Your, your father was---was--- Killed?" Hermione thus collapsed into heart wrenching sobs.
Neither she nor Ron could believe it. "Hermione I'm so so sorry." Ron dropped the note, not caring what the rest said; his 'Mione was in pain. And as embarrassed as he was to do it, he knew he had to comfort her. "Hermione." He said while sitting next to her and wrapping her in his arms. "Shhhhh. It's ok. Let it all out. I'm here. I'll take care of you. Shhhhh. Don't worry, I'm here for you. Shhhhhh." Ron continued to whisper to her for the rest of the night.
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