Hahahahahaha installment two! Okay, so I'm a wee bit hyper so if the chapter comes off as a bit…err… strange know that I meant well and that I really should be writing a parody right now. No really, I should. But too bad I'm writing this!
Banana
Chapter 2
A Letter I Would Like to SendDear Jamie,
I've been dying to send an owl to Harry, you have no idea how horrible I feel about not including him in this all. Well I suppose you wouldn't when all you are is a book. Poor Harry though, he had to face Voldemort again, and he had to witness the death of Cedric…he must be very shaken and if I know Harry (which I do if you happened to have forgotten) he's most likely contemplating right now. I hope he doesn't do anything rash, but I wouldn't be surprised if he did. He's going to be so incredibly angry when he gets here…
Today Mrs. Weasley sent us to do chores, and Ron and I were assigned the kitchen and dining area. She told us that any dangers had been previously taken care of (like the attacking forks), and that we would just have to dust and polish the silver wear and plates and such. I don't think Ron was too happy when she confiscated his wand, saying things like he had grown too much like Fred and George to be trusted. I couldn't help but smile and that sent Ron off into one of his scowls. He has such a temper.
Well Ron and I were done with silverware and had started on the table when Kreacher (a poor delusional and brainwashed house elf) had found his way in (Mrs. Weasley gave us some potions to use on the table, it really was that disgusting). I hadn't been talking because I was too busy thinking about Harry. I was silently composing an apology letter that I knew I couldn't send, but I would have felt worse if I hadn't at least thought about what I would write if I could. So of course I hardly noticed when Kreacher came in (poor thing talking to himself again!) and stood around my elbow.
Then all of a sudden the bottle of Witchley Clean! Cleaning Potion crashed on to the floor at Ron's feet. Apparently Kreacher had accidentally knocked it over. Ron turned very red in the face.
"GET…GET THAT BLOODY THING OUT!" He screamed extraordinarily loud, it was quite inappropriate. Then poor Kreacher (nobody treats him with any respect!) left.
I wasn't in any mood to argue so I just sighed and shook my head in sympathy for Kreacher. I used a charmed rag, that Mrs. Weasley had given us, to clean the mess.
"What are you tisking like that for!" Honestly Ron doesn't have reason to be so loud.
"I wasn't tisking," I said, trying not to loose my patience. I avoided looking at him and continued cleaning the floor. He retrieved another rag and attempted cleaning off his shoes with it.
"They're stained," he complained rubbing the rag harder on his shoes.
"No, they're not. Your mom will fix them when we're done, stop moping." I finished cleaning the mess on the floor and put away the rag.
"I'm not moping," he muttered softly.
I ignored him and continued soaking the table with a second bottle of cleaning potion. The last thing I needed was another argument with Harry on my mind and all.
A little time had passed by in which I thought up my note to Harry.
"Uh, why are you so quiet today?" Ron asked after about five minutes.
I finally finished the mental letter to Harry when I realized how quiet everything had become.
"Oh, um…. Well actually I've been thinking a lot about Harry lately, you know, how we're all here and he's going to be…well upset…he probably is upset," I moved to the other end of the table to get some of the …whatever it was cleaned.
"Ya, furious," Ron agreed. "I don't think he has good memories of Cedric either…"
"That's what I'm worried about," I tried to look concerned with a rough spot on the table. "You don't think he'll…well, do anything rash, do you?" I looked up at him giving up on hiding my fear.
"Well… If he does he's got people watching him and all, course that'll only make him even more furious…" I could feel my face go slightly paler and Ron must have noticed because he rushed to say, "But he'll be safe."
"Right," I said, working back at drowning the rough end of the table with potion.
I couldn't bring myself to say anymore, mainly because I felt like I would cry if I did. I could feel the lumps forming in my throat. We worked in silence for a while until my potion ran out.
"Um, Ron, can, can I use yo-your potion for a, a moment," I stuttered. I was sincerely trying my hardest not to look like a giant baby, but all I could think about was how horrible it would have been if Harry had been killed, if he hadn't made it back, how I was holding my breath the whole time, since the moment he touched the trophy and disappeared…
"Erm, ya," Ron passed me the bottle and I muffled a thanks. I think he was slightly uncomfortable. I can't blame him of course, he's never been to good with emotions but I could understand anyone being uneasy at the sight of Hermione Granger, perfect marks, absolute book worm, tight know-it-all, with red eyes acting like a little child in plain sight. It must have been distressing.
Then after a while, Ron looked up and did something that shocked me completely. Or at least said something.
"Um, Hermione," he said rather tensely.
I looked up at him in response.
"It's… It's going to uh, well it's going to be alright…With Harry and all," he tried to (in some manner) comfort me. I could have just accepted that with a smile and a thanks and continued to work. Then nothing would feel out of place or wrong. That would be the normal and expected response from anyone. But me being the idiot I am, just stood there staring at him. I was so shocked with what he said, I could not believe Ron had a response to my feelings! That must be awfully shallow of me to think, but Ron's not one to show much sympathy after all… It puts him at unease I think.
I must have embarrassed him because he turned beat red and looked down at the table. I did him the courtesy of shutting my open mouth and averting my gaze from him.
"Thanks," I whispered gently. The most I could do was say the least possible. He just nodded his head vaguely in response.
Then Fred and George popped into the room. The looked extremely energized as usually.
"You've got to come upstairs to Hermione's and Ginny's room. You won't believe it!" exhaled George.
"We've got a table to finish," I said.
"It'll only take a minute we promise," said Fred. I don't know what made me do it, but I eventually just sighed and walked out of the dining area. I think it's because I didn't want to have to stay in the awkwardness with Ron anymore.
So Ron and I walked up the stairs and into Ginny's room and mine. When we got in Fred and George were all ready waiting for us.
I closed the door behind me and waited anxiously. I had no clue why in the world I followed their instructions. They were probably going to show us some dumb new invention that would turn our hair purple.
"We'll be right back," said George. WHY WAS HE GRINNING SO MUCH? The thought nearly drove me insane. So they popped right out of the room and left Ron and I to wait.
I thought a bit about the letter I would like to send because I knew Ron wasn't going to be very talkative. Then I took this diary and began writing. Oh my goodness, it has been a while since they left, I would say a good ten minutes. Why didn't Ron say anything? Oh, oh, this is not good…. I'll explain later. Right now would be a bad time….I knew I shouldn't have come up here…
Sincerely,
Me
Well? Review! Ha this chapter was fun to write…because Fred and George are soooo up to something….until next chapter!
And thanks to Reviewers:
OtakuOokami- I'm really glad you like it, and yes Ron/Hermione ROCK! Thanks!
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Well Peace! (If Just for Today)
CJ