The World's on Fire
By: LivvyWriter
Chapter Two
It's Gonna be Love
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A/N- on with the show...
(Preview at the bottom)
Time I have been patient for so long
How can I pretend to be so strong?
Who can I choose baby?
Feeling its true baby
If I'm asking you to hold me tight
then it's gonna be all night
Chorus It's gonna be Love
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be more then I can take
It's gonna be free
It's gonna be real
It's gonna change everything I feel
It's gonna be sad
It's gonna be true
It's gonna be me baby
It's gonna be you baby
It's gonna be...Its gonna be Love
"Hermione, can we-"Ron began. He had been trying to talk to her for the entire day, but arrangements were to be made, as Hermione put it.
"Ron we need those tables over there-" Hermione interrupted Ron and pointed to an empty corner. "In straight rows so we can use them for bandages and medicines, and we need more sleeping bags on the left side." She finished her orders and turned to face her lanky boyfriend.
"Remind me why you can't do this?" He asked and then muttered "Wingardium Leviosa". Her eyes followed the floating tables and she smiled proudly. He'd become more advanced in spells than any of them thought possible for c lumsy Ronald Weasley. Even the Auror Headquarters, his place of training, soon to be work, were dumbfounded at his ability to learn so quickly.
"Collin has my wand, he's using it to put extra protecting spells on the Hall. Now for the sleeping bags. Yes, right there…good." They finished what they were doing and moved towards the incoming people.
"Hermione? Do you think we can-" He was cut off again as Hermione began to speak.
"Hello!" Her voice blended in with the crowd.
"Hello?" She tried again. Ron had to refrain from laughing.
She looked over at him and smirked sarcastically. "Hardy har har…Give me this!" She grabbed his wand and pointed under her chin. She muttered "Sonoros!" and her voice began to boom.
"Um..Yes..." Her loud voice startled herself and them, a few jumping.. She blushed and continued.
"Okay then.. Go find your sleeping bags for the night. There are plenty for everyone, just pick one and it will either stay on the ground, or float giving enough room for everyone else. If you are to rollover in your sleep, so will your sleeping bag. Do not worry, you won't fall to your death tonight." A few people laughed nervously "-and then if your hungry, the food will appear as you need it on those tables-" She pointed towards the north west side, "over there. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me." She smiled slightly and then began to move towards the feast. She was stopped as Ron's arm shot out towards hers, grasping it softly.
"Can we please talk?" He said it hurriedly, not giving anyone a chance to interrupt. He needed to talk to her now. Not later, he'd been putting this off for quite a while, and he was afraid it could wait no longer.
She nodded but then gave him a quizzical look, but still followed him. He led her out of the Great Hall and up many flights of stairs and across many hallways.
"Ron? What's going on?" Hermione asked, only receiving a low mutter that sounded like "You'll see…"
A few more flights later Hermione asked again.
"Ron…where are we going?" He looked back at her, as she was following him, and smiled softly.
"In a minute."
In a little more than a minute, they approached a blank wall. They were on the 7th floor and Hermione recognized where they were, but she didn't understand.
"Ron..?" She began doubtfully. They were both facing a rather blank stone wall. All of the sudden a door popped up. Ron stepped behind her and covered her eyes.
"A surprise for you Mione'." And with that they entered 'The Room of Requirement.'
Ron looked around and was satisfied with the results. He removed his hands from her eyes and smiled as she gasped in surprise.
"Ronald…" She said in a breathy voice. Breathy, but impressed. He had to say, he was rather impressed with himself. Harry had helped him come up with the idea of the room, but Ron had thought up the everything else all by himself. (A fact he was willing to gloat on.)
The drab, but useful room had transformed itself into a patio with a firm railing outlining the area. Beyond the railings, a breathtaking view of the ocean surrounded them. The patio seemed to be in the middle of the ocean, and the only thing keeping anybody from diving off was the railing. The moon was a perfect circle, lighting any and everything around them.
The patio was simple enough, a rather large and sturdy looking circular table was placed in the middle, with awaiting food. Hermione could hear faint music in the background. A wooden door was placed in the corner, and seemed very out of place.
"Oh Ron.." Hermione exclaimed as she turned around. There were fresh tears gathering in her eyes. A slight breeze moved Hermione's hair out of her face.
"It's beautiful." She embraced him tightly and Ron placed his chin on top of her head. They finally let go and Ron smiled and blushed.
"Why don't we sit down?" He suggested. They both had a seat and Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up with worry.
"Ron, I just left all of those people down stairs without a leader, suppose they have a question? And this is the last night before-" She stopped and looked down and horrible thoughts flooded her mind.
"Believe me Hermione, they'll be fine without you for a few hours. And this may well be the last night, and I want to spend it with you. Harry and Ginny and everyone else will still be up when we return, don't fret so much Mione'." Ron tried his most convincing voice. It seemed to of worked for Hermione relaxed and smiled.
"You're right Ron." She agreed.
"What was that?" Ron cupped a hand to his ear and leaned forward.
"You heard me." Hermione said as she rolled her eyes.
"I can't believe it! Hermione Granger admits I'm right." Ron laughed and Hermione tried to keep the annoyed glare on her face, failing miserably.
"Don't get used to it buster." This only egged on Ron more. Hermione good-naturedly rolled her eyes again.
Standing on his chair, Ron bellowed. "HERMIONE GRANGER ADMITS DEFEAT! ALERT THE PAPERS! THE MEDIA!" Hermione looked up at him and shouted.
"RON HUSH! Someone might-" She stopped as she realized how foolish it sounded.
"Who Mione'? One of these people?" He motioned to the vastness around them. Hermione had been trying her hardest not to fall over laughing, but she couldn't take it anymore. She succumbed and soon was laughing heartedly.
Ron sat back down and they began the dinner, although it took both of them awhile to calm down. The dinner went by well, and the food was good. (According to Hermione it was because Ron had NOT cooked.)
When all of the food was done and cleared, Hermione noticed that Ron had gotten increasingly fidgety and day dreamy. Gone was the laughter and the memories. Now it was silent and an uneasy atmosphere filled the beautiful place.
"Ron? Is something wrong?" Hermione began, concerned. Ron seemed not to of heard and still continued to fidget.
"Ron? This was really wonderful…" Hermione tried again.
"Huh? Oh yea… erm….yea….. the food…beautiful." He said distractedly.
"Ron is something wrong?" Hermione asked, now beginning to become annoyed.
Again, Ron failed to answer. He then realized he was being inquired and said, "Erg, What Hermione?" He hadn't quite caught what she had said.
All of the sudden, pushing her chair back with such force that it landed with a thud on the floor a few feet away, Hermione stood up.
"Hermione? Where are you going?" Ron now stood up also.
"Where am I going! Why would you care? I've been trying to talk to you for the past half hour! But apparently you're too wrapped up in something more IMPORTANT then spending maybe, just maybe, the last night of our lives with your girlfriend!" Hermione made her way towards the out of place door while Ron stood still making faces like a goldfish gasping for air. It was 5 minutes before he realized that he was still standing there and she wasn't.
He sprinted like he had never sprinted in his life down those many hallways and those many stairs. He arrived, huffing and puffing in front of the Great Hall. Hermione was about to pull open the doors when Ron appeared.
Just then, all of words escaped Ron and she entered the hall without him saying a word.
He ran inside and before he knew what he was doing, he was standing on a table that was smack dab in the middle of the hall. Everyone got quiet, all five-hundred of them, and watched.
"I LOVE YOU HERMIONE!" He had no idea what he was doing. It seemed as though his doings had an idea though.
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks.
Ron had a sudden burst of courage.
"YOU HEARD ME HERMIONE JANE GRANGER! I LOVE YOU AND I WANT YOU TO MARRY ME! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!" She had turned around and was staring at him, her brown eyes big and round with surprise.
Ron suddenly realized his boldness and the hundreds of people staring at him. He blushed, and moved to get down from the table. But before he knew it, Hermione was on the table with him, and they were kissing with more passion than either had ever experienced.
Hermione pulled from Ron and yelled, her eyes shinning with unshed tears, "I LOVE RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! I AM GOING TO MARRY HIM! I LOVE HIM! I love him…" She turned back to him and smiled brighter than she ever had before as he slipped the beautiful ring on her finger.
Sound of applause were pushed to the back of their brains as they embraced each other.
Harry, who had been stationed in the hall, watched the scene unfold with nothing but overwhelming happiness and love in his heart towards his two best friends. He contemplated staying to congratulate them, but decided on returning later. Right now he had some business to attend to.
The war had left their thoughts, replaced by beautiful hope.
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Harry questioned around and found that Professor Flitwick had sent her and Draco Malfoy to the Hospital Wing to gather supplies.
He felt jealousy begin to arise, but then he pushed it back down, telling himself that it was nothing, that they hated each other's guts. Nevertheless, Harry practically ran to the wing.
While he was running, he thought about what he would tell her.
'Maybe I'll just tell her that I don't want her there tomorrow.' He told himself.
'Yea Smart One, that would go well! Oh and by the way Ginny, I don't want you to fight in the war tomorrow because I know that your pregnant! Yea that would fly right-' His musings were cut short as he found himself outside of the Infirmary.
Instead of having to go inside to find Ginny and Malfoy, they were both leaning against the door with their ears pressed firmly to the oak.
Harry cleared his voice, if it was going to happen, it mine as well happen now.
They both looked up and Ginny's eyes seemed to light up as they fell upon Harry.
"Hey Gin, Draco." He greeted them the most casually he could muster.
"Hey Harry." Ginny replied.
"Harry." Malfoy said almost pleasantly.
"Umm..Would you excuse us for a minute?" Harry asked, motioning from Ginny to himself.
"Go ahead. I suppose I'll just wait here." He chuckled slightly.
"Keep listening, and let me know of any progress when I come back!" said Ginny. Harry had to keep his surprise hidden at the friendly tone that Draco and Ginny had whence talking to one another.
They moved quite far away from Draco, and Ginny waited expectantly.
"Harry? What's all this about?" Ginny reached out for Harry's hand, and once grasping it, squeezed it.
"I know Gin." Harry said softly. He bowed his head.
Her eyes got wide and she whispered, "What?"
"I know Gin, Madame Pomfrey told me." Her hand slowly dropped his.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked, bringing his confused green eyes to stare into her soulful brown ones.
"I didn't know what you'd say. I didn't want you to-"She stopped as she gathered a big breath.
"Did you think I'd leave Ginny?" He asked taken aback.
"I didn't know Harry.. I didn't know if you'd regret it, us not being married and me still being a student, and I wasn't sure if you'd be ashamed…" Tears started to spill from Ginny's eyes.
"Regret it?" Harry gasped. "Never Ginny…Never. I don't care about not being married or being a student and what not. We're engaged Ginny, who cares about those damn vows? I love you and that's all that matters. I don't need some wedding to prove it to you that I want a family full of Potter-Weasleys. I love you and I'd never be ashamed. I love you Ginny. Believe me!" His own voice was beginning to choke up with emotion.
"Oh Harry…you don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that. Living with this, it hasn't been easy." She threw herself into his arms as he buried his head into her shoulder, inhaling her beautiful scent.
"Oh Gin, I'm so happy! How far along are you?" He asked, pulling apart only long enough to look into her eyes.
"Two months." She answered.
"Oh God Harry! I'm so happy you're happy!" She smiled brilliantly and began to cry again.
"Sorry Harry, it's these blasted hormones." She buried her face into his robes and blew hard.
Harry laughed and said, "Ginny, you know that I'll want you to stay and work in the infirmary tomorrow right? I don't want you out there." Ginny twisted her face as if to argue, but not wanting to spoil the mood, nodded silently.
Harry had forgotten all about Ron and Hermione's engagement!
"Ginny! I almost forgot! Ron and Hermione are to be married!" Ginny's face lit up and she squealed.
"Yes! Maybe we can have a double wedding! This is so exciting! I'm so happy for them, it's about time really.."
She rambled on as they both walked back to the infirmary.
She stopped to fill Harry in, "Draco and I were sent down to get supplies and then we discovered that there was an interesting little spat happening and we couldn't resist listening in..I've been telling George that they should get together for ages, but does he listen to his brilliant little sister? OF COURSE NOT!" Harry and Draco laughed at the red head as they both moved to get good listening spots at the door.
Time can not rest our love to be fool
How can you pretend to be so cruel?
Maybe it's me baby
Maybe it's you baby
Maybe it's everything we've been dreaming of
We waited long enough
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--Preview--
"You know me George, you knew from the second that I was cursed by that wretched daisy that I wouldn't stay down. You knew that I wouldn't let them cart me off to Magical Maladies and Injuries without fighting for the right side, one…last….time." George knew everything she said was true to the core.
"Leash, those pansies and daisies as you call them are death eaters, willing to take full advantage of what that bastard did to you last week. If you would just rest up -" He was cut off by the vivacious girl standing in front of him.
"What happens if you all die? And I was just left 'resting up?' Where would I be? I need to be there George, I need to be there to know that I can have some say in how this war ends, and to make sure I do all that I can to keep my friends alive."
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