Disclaimer: Well, I did some thinking and I came up with this conclusion: I don't want to own HP. Because if I did, all of you WILL cry. Because I'll destroy the worth of it, and not even a single soul would please to read it... AT ALL! So... might as well leave the job to J.K. Rowling. She's the best for it, anyway.ü
A/n: How come it's hard to upload a document here! I couldn't submit chapters for like… 3 days!
But anyway, sorry if this is late..ü
And I will answer your questions now, as promised.
But that will be after the story…
So… there…
By: Aningme
Chapter 15
Dilemma
"He's in his office. Swear." Ron Weasley deduced, ignoring his sister's sniffles and mutters. He hates it when she does that.
"How can you be so sure?" Ginny mumbled.
"Where else could he be? You said he loves his work." Ron pointed out.
Hermione just sat down on the mushy sofa and played with the pillows' feathers. "If I were you two, we get moving now and find him. Quick."
"Are you sure about that Hermy?" Ginny questioned.
Hermione just smiled. "I contacted Nev. He has no idea too. But he's looking at all corners in town by now. So we need not to worry about that."
"You left all that work on Neville! Are you out of your mind Hermione!" Ron exclaimed.
"Why can't you have some little faith in him?" She answered. "He can handle this, okay? Trust me."
Ron gave her a sidelong look. He wasn't sure of the trust she was asking. She's been making decisions that are particularly peculiar. Especially the Malfoy case. "I say Neville will search the town and we check the office. Up for it?"
"Well," Hermione thought. She stood up and sighed. "Let's get going."
"You alright alone, sis?" Ron sat beside his crying sister. She just sat quietly and drew her knees into her arms.
"Yes. I'll be fine."
"Alright then. Hang on there, Gin. Everything will be fine." Hermione bade goodbye and left her.
Walking along the gloomy sidewalks, Hermione observed the melting snows around them, letting out cool air. The sun blazed before them so bright than the last months they had. Spring was coming up fast. Time seems to slip in her hand so quickly.
"So, how are you doing, Herm?" Ron suddenly spoke, breaking the morning shush in the streets.
"Me?" Hermione asked back. It has been a while since they had talked privately. If they all get together, it would be all about the new coming baby mayhem. And they would soon be coming home, not having the chance to talk for a while. They have been too busy for each other now. He had to take care of his companies and industries. And she had to take care of her patients. But maybe it was fate that bonded them together in this small little Seamus Ginny crisis. Just maybe… "I'm just fine. Work is fine. Life is fine."
Ron smiled at that and sighed. "Good to hear that." He mumbled.
Hermione turned to him and chuckled. "C'mon Ronald." Ron winced at that. She never calls him Ronald. "I know you want to say something to me. Cut the beating around the bush and blurt it to me."
Ron sighed and considered. "It's Malfoy."
"Yeah, Malfoy." She nodded. "Don't worry about it, Ron. I know what I'm doing."
"I'm just worried. He's Malfoy. You wouldn't know what he's planning to do." He pointed out, as both of them crossed the street. Seamus' department is just a couple of blocks away.
"You just sound like your sister." She laughed. "I know what you mean, Ron. But three months isn't that long. We already passed almost a month. Two more months and it'll be over." It'll be over… She thought.
"Yeah. But it doesn't mean he couldn't do anything to you with in that period. Two months are a lot of chances, you know."
"You worry too much. Just trust me. It'll be fine." She assured.
"Yeah, you say so. But how can you be so sure? I mean, do you know his purpose on dating you? He practically hated you before. Why can't he hate you now?"
She had thought of that before too. She only came up with one answer. "Seven years is a long time, Ron. People change."
"Yeah. Normal People." Ron agreed. "But he's not normal, Herm. He's just not. He can hate you yesterday, and he can hate you for his entire life. He's just made up of pure Evil."
"Look," Hermione stopped walking. "We already talked about this. I mean, why can't we give him a chance? He's trying to change. I can feel it. There's something inside him that made me decide on doing this. Please… Trust me on that."
He just stared at her and sighed. "You thinking that he knows something about Harry's death?"
Hermione turned quiet. "I… no. No. Of course not."
"What else can be the reason for you to do this?" Ron pointed out. "It is possible, isn't it? He's not even wondering what happened to his old friend Harry Potter. He must know something."
"Well," She didn't know what to say. "It can be."
"You think he knows something? I mean he has lots of connections, you know. Being a Malfoy and all that."
"Maybe…" She thought.
"Have you asked him?" Ron asked. He, too, wanted to know the truth. A person can't just die with out any reason. Harry couldn't have just died in that cold winter while walking home to Hermione. He wasn't robbed. He wasn't stabbed. He wasn't bruised. He wasn't hit by a car. His heart just… stopped.
"I will." She said and narrowed her eyes.
Ron smiled and held her hand, pulling her with him to Seamus' office.
Neville finally found Seamus in a café where he proposed to Ginny. Taking him home to Ginny's house, a cold ugly silence wrapped them at first. They wouldn't speak to each other. But when Ron threatened them about not seeing each other for their entire lives (in short, divorce), Seamus suddenly hugged Ginny, apologizing to her for all the things he had said the night before.
Ginny couldn't stop crying, but then, laughed when she told him she wore his shirt because he missed him.
Hermione suddenly remembered Him.
Which him?
She had no idea.
After which, they all had dinner at Ginny's. Watching them, Ginny couldn't help it but stare at Seamus. And Seamus couldn't stop caressing her and whispering sweet words to her. Ron just stared at the love birds and made a sick face. Neville gaped and drooled at the food set before him. And as for Hermione, she couldn't help but think.
She had been thinking of asking him about that matter, but something withdrew her from doing it. He's been so kind to her. He does what ever she tells him to do. He always manages to make her laugh, make her smile every time. And he always makes her want to be with him.
But then, she could never really tell. There are lots of things she doesn't know about him.
"Herm?" Ron called out. "Herm!"
Hermione jerked out of her trance. "What? What is it?"
"Could you pass the gravy?" Ron said.
Hermione just smiled and shrugged off her thoughts, passing the gravy to Ron.
A/n: Yummy gravy.ü I like gravy, you see.ü Anyways, the questions…
Aurum Potestas Est—yup, it's just a normal flu.ü Because of the dreams and nightmares Draco couldn't sleep much. Think of a life with out sleep! That will be aweful. And I thought, well… He could get sick living like that… Don't you think?ü
Hp lucky- I couldn't say yet on which side Draco was on but, you'll see in the next chapters.ü And I promise you I will hurry up on those updates. I wasn't able to update earlier today because of the "problem" in my account. I couldn't upload and post new chapters for 3 cursed days so… I apologize…ü
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