Sorry it took me so long to update. Truth be told, I wasn't that busy, but
I kinda, shall we say, forgot about it. Oh and I'm pretty sure I messed up
on some spellings of the characters names. Just don't hold it against me.
On with the story.
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When Ron awoke the next morning to find Hermione and the letter gone, he thought she had done the unthinkable. Thus began a frantic search of the school.
He first checked the library. She'll be there, she's all right, he told himself over and over again.
Not finding her there, he then checked the Astronomy tower. Realizing the opportunity she would have, and the likely possibility, Ron sprinted all the way up there from the 3rd floor.
When he arrived, he tugged and pulled on the trap door, but it seemed to be locked. "Alohamora" he panted. The door flung open, and down came the silvery staircase. Climbing up, Ron heard what he thought were light snores. This just didn't make sense to him. Why would 'Mione choose to go into the tower, if only to sleep?
The answer awaited him at the top.
*~*
"No, no, no, no, No, NO, NO, NOOOOOOO!" Ron yelled as he saw what lay before him in the Astronomy tower. This seemed to startle its occupants awake. To Ron's great displeasure, what he had seen would be etched into his memory forever.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SISTER!!!" he yelled. (Weren't expecting that were ya?)
Ginny who had been wearing only a bra and underwear, scrambled around the room for her clothes, as the other person, wearing only his boxers, seemed to be to scared to move.
"Ginny..I can't believe-you just wait'll Mum, oooooo, she's gonna.. AND YOU!!! YOU LITTLE---I could. You better---just watch you back---GRRRR!! How could you DO that. she's my sister----MY SISTER---- BLOODY HELL! I have to find 'Mione, but AS SOON as I do. YOU. ARE. SO DEAD!" finished with his rant, Ron hurtled himself out of the room.
Trying not to think about any of what he had just seen, Ron brought his focus once again, to finding Hermione. He thought to himself franticly, trying to think of a place he hadn't searched. "That's it!" he said out loud and sprinted away.
Ron having made his way back down to the entrance hall, he hurried through the front doors toward the lake. He hoped he she'd be there.
*~*
"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE!" he shouted. He had now lapped the lake, ran around the Quidditch Pitch, jogged by the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and asked Hagrid if he'd seen her. But she was nowhere to be found.
Ron began to wonder if she had tied herself to something and drowned herself in the lake. He would need to get Dumbledor. And Madam Pomfrey, Ron thought as he made his way up several flights of stairs. As he did so, he became lost in horrible thoughts of what could happened to Hermione, which caused his pace to quicken.
Suddenly Ron was knocked backward off the stairs he had just started to ascend. "Uff!" he said before falling to the floor. The other person had squeaked.
Ron looked up. "Her-Her-Hermione?" she had stared at him. For a short time Ron stared, thinking he was surely imagining things. "Where The HELL Have YOU Been!!!" Ron had gotten over the initial shock of finding her, and exploded, the last thing he had intended to do.
"Language Ron." Said Hermione, looking as though she only half cared. There were tears in her eyes. "I was at The Room of Requirement, if you must know. But it's not like it's any of your business." She sniffed. Ron took the pause to say.
"But it IS my business. I care-abo-about you." Stumbled Ron, who was blushing profusely. "You don't just take off. You didn't tell me where you were, or where you were going. Bloody hell Hermione, you didn't even leave a note." Ron had started ranting, with an increasingly loud voice punctuating his words, but Hermione had had enough, and cut him off.
"Listen. Ron." Said Hermione, as though she was trying with much difficulty to suppress her anger. "I don't want shit from you right now. I'm not in the mood. Ok? And YOU of ALL people should know why. You know that my dad, my dad" Hermione couldn't complete the sentence, and once again broke down into sobs.
"Oh no." Groaned Ron. He had screwed up again. Hermione needed some comfort. Not a verbal spar. "Listen. I'm sorry. Ok. I'm really, truly sorry." Ron grabbed her, and gave her what he hoped was a comforting hug. "I didn't mean--- You just scared me ok? I wanted to be there for you, but you were gone. I thought---I thought you had---I thought" He couldn't bring himself to say the words out loud. If Hermione really had tried to kill herself, if she really had died, like he imagined, Ron didn't know what he would have done.
"Listen," he said while rubbing her shoulders, trying to forget the terrifying thoughts. "I don't know what kind of pain you're going through, and I know I can't make it go away. But-But if you ever need a shoulder to cry on-Well, let's just say I've got two." Hermione smiled weakly at this. Ron always knew how to make her feel better.
"Thanks." She croaked between sobs. "And I would-like for you to come. Come with me to. Tothefuneral." She said in a rush, as though she thought saying the words faster would make it less painful.
"Of course I'll come 'Mione. But, uuuh, what about Harry and Ginny? Are they going to come?" Ron asked feebly, hoping that this didn't start up her slowly dieing sobs again. He hated it when she cried.
"No. No, I don't want them to. Just us, K?" This was a side of Hermione that Ron had never seen before. She seemed to be weak and depressed and had a somewhat defeated look in her. Normally she was a strong, vivacious, woman, who knew how to fix everything. But then again, Ron had never seen her deal with the loss of a loved one.
What else could he do but agree. "K."
*~*
So, you like?
If not, still review please. I love reading them, even if they are flamers. It helps me to correct what I'm doing wrong.
On with the story.
*~*
When Ron awoke the next morning to find Hermione and the letter gone, he thought she had done the unthinkable. Thus began a frantic search of the school.
He first checked the library. She'll be there, she's all right, he told himself over and over again.
Not finding her there, he then checked the Astronomy tower. Realizing the opportunity she would have, and the likely possibility, Ron sprinted all the way up there from the 3rd floor.
When he arrived, he tugged and pulled on the trap door, but it seemed to be locked. "Alohamora" he panted. The door flung open, and down came the silvery staircase. Climbing up, Ron heard what he thought were light snores. This just didn't make sense to him. Why would 'Mione choose to go into the tower, if only to sleep?
The answer awaited him at the top.
*~*
"No, no, no, no, No, NO, NO, NOOOOOOO!" Ron yelled as he saw what lay before him in the Astronomy tower. This seemed to startle its occupants awake. To Ron's great displeasure, what he had seen would be etched into his memory forever.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SISTER!!!" he yelled. (Weren't expecting that were ya?)
Ginny who had been wearing only a bra and underwear, scrambled around the room for her clothes, as the other person, wearing only his boxers, seemed to be to scared to move.
"Ginny..I can't believe-you just wait'll Mum, oooooo, she's gonna.. AND YOU!!! YOU LITTLE---I could. You better---just watch you back---GRRRR!! How could you DO that. she's my sister----MY SISTER---- BLOODY HELL! I have to find 'Mione, but AS SOON as I do. YOU. ARE. SO DEAD!" finished with his rant, Ron hurtled himself out of the room.
Trying not to think about any of what he had just seen, Ron brought his focus once again, to finding Hermione. He thought to himself franticly, trying to think of a place he hadn't searched. "That's it!" he said out loud and sprinted away.
Ron having made his way back down to the entrance hall, he hurried through the front doors toward the lake. He hoped he she'd be there.
*~*
"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE!" he shouted. He had now lapped the lake, ran around the Quidditch Pitch, jogged by the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and asked Hagrid if he'd seen her. But she was nowhere to be found.
Ron began to wonder if she had tied herself to something and drowned herself in the lake. He would need to get Dumbledor. And Madam Pomfrey, Ron thought as he made his way up several flights of stairs. As he did so, he became lost in horrible thoughts of what could happened to Hermione, which caused his pace to quicken.
Suddenly Ron was knocked backward off the stairs he had just started to ascend. "Uff!" he said before falling to the floor. The other person had squeaked.
Ron looked up. "Her-Her-Hermione?" she had stared at him. For a short time Ron stared, thinking he was surely imagining things. "Where The HELL Have YOU Been!!!" Ron had gotten over the initial shock of finding her, and exploded, the last thing he had intended to do.
"Language Ron." Said Hermione, looking as though she only half cared. There were tears in her eyes. "I was at The Room of Requirement, if you must know. But it's not like it's any of your business." She sniffed. Ron took the pause to say.
"But it IS my business. I care-abo-about you." Stumbled Ron, who was blushing profusely. "You don't just take off. You didn't tell me where you were, or where you were going. Bloody hell Hermione, you didn't even leave a note." Ron had started ranting, with an increasingly loud voice punctuating his words, but Hermione had had enough, and cut him off.
"Listen. Ron." Said Hermione, as though she was trying with much difficulty to suppress her anger. "I don't want shit from you right now. I'm not in the mood. Ok? And YOU of ALL people should know why. You know that my dad, my dad" Hermione couldn't complete the sentence, and once again broke down into sobs.
"Oh no." Groaned Ron. He had screwed up again. Hermione needed some comfort. Not a verbal spar. "Listen. I'm sorry. Ok. I'm really, truly sorry." Ron grabbed her, and gave her what he hoped was a comforting hug. "I didn't mean--- You just scared me ok? I wanted to be there for you, but you were gone. I thought---I thought you had---I thought" He couldn't bring himself to say the words out loud. If Hermione really had tried to kill herself, if she really had died, like he imagined, Ron didn't know what he would have done.
"Listen," he said while rubbing her shoulders, trying to forget the terrifying thoughts. "I don't know what kind of pain you're going through, and I know I can't make it go away. But-But if you ever need a shoulder to cry on-Well, let's just say I've got two." Hermione smiled weakly at this. Ron always knew how to make her feel better.
"Thanks." She croaked between sobs. "And I would-like for you to come. Come with me to. Tothefuneral." She said in a rush, as though she thought saying the words faster would make it less painful.
"Of course I'll come 'Mione. But, uuuh, what about Harry and Ginny? Are they going to come?" Ron asked feebly, hoping that this didn't start up her slowly dieing sobs again. He hated it when she cried.
"No. No, I don't want them to. Just us, K?" This was a side of Hermione that Ron had never seen before. She seemed to be weak and depressed and had a somewhat defeated look in her. Normally she was a strong, vivacious, woman, who knew how to fix everything. But then again, Ron had never seen her deal with the loss of a loved one.
What else could he do but agree. "K."
*~*
So, you like?
If not, still review please. I love reading them, even if they are flamers. It helps me to correct what I'm doing wrong.