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Hazardous Sanity Chapter Five: Brother Of Mine

The killer in me is the killer in you,

My Love,

I send this smile over to you,

The killer in me is the killer in you
 -Smashing Pumpkins, Disarm

Breathing felt painful... so utterly painful. Why did it feel as if she was going to die?

Hermione arched her back and Ron started to kiss her neck. Her lovely, long neck.

No.

Ron bit into her skin.

No! She's mine!

Hermione moaned.

Mine. She's...

Ron ran his hand up her shirt.

Mine...

Hermione grabbed his hair and pulled him closer.

No... she's... mine...

They laid on the couch together in a tangle of arms and legs.

Mine.

Lana turned, unable to take it anymore. What was this weakness she felt? Ronald caused it...

"I cannot afford to be weak. Ronald, brother of mine, you shall die tonight," she whispered into the air.

In the dark, Lana waited. Waited for her chance. After an hour of disturbing noises, the creak of footsteps up the stairs caught her attention. Lana crept quickly into her dorm and pretended to sleep with the covers over her head. The door opened, then shut again after a few moments.

She wanted to check up on m-Ginevra. How sweet.

Lana Gwen shot back out of bed and waited in a shadowy corner of the common room. Ron was nowhere to be seen.

If he does not come back down, I will just have to go up.

But this was unnecessary, a flaming red head entered the common room via floo.

Floo? What the hell was Ron doing in the floo?

Then Lana remembered you could floo down to the kitchens and back.

He has sex on the common room couch with MY queen, then he has the NERVE to FLOO his lazy ass downstairs to EAT? He's going to die a REALLY painful death, she thought fiercely.

Without hesitating, Lana Gwen tightened the grip on her knife and marched up behind him. The blade felt like an artist's bush, or a poet's pen, it could do only good in the eyes of the beholder. She pressed her body against her older brother and slipped the edge against his throat. One wrong move, and he would be decapitated.

His body stiffened against hers. "Scared, my brother? Time to die."

"G-gin-"

Lana dug the knife deep inside his throat. The magical knife could easily cut it off completely- but that would be no fun, would it?

Blood gurgled from his freckled face and she really got down to business. His body was sliced in any available place, very deeply. Blood seeped into the already crimson carpet, darkening a little. Lana Gwen giggled and examined his face.

She stared.

It wasn't Ron.

It wasn't Ron?

But then-

Lana looked closer.

She gasped. "Fuck!"

George Weasley's blank eyes met her startled expression.

She killed the wrong one.

Packages were littered around his body. All were for Ginny, who's birthday started three hours ago.

"Is anyone down there? Ron?"

Lana glanced at the mess she made, then down at her dress. The sheer, white cloth was soaked with blood and clung to her skin. Every curve of it.

Hermione gazed over the railing and gaped. "Wh-who are you? Oh my God! Are you hurt?" she asked, seeing all the blood, but not the body near the fire place.

Lana Gwen looked up at her. She looked like an avenging angel. Blood stained cloth, pure white skin, an overall beautiful and innocent appearance.

Hermione's eyes clouded over and Lana felt her stomach flip over.

Ravishing... so perfect...

Hermione's hair was wet from a shower and golden-brown tendrils framed her pretty face. Her eyes were glittering with only a light a lover could bring and her face was slightly flushed.

It was all Ron's doing, and Lana found she didn't care. As much as she needed and wanted to stay with her queen, she had to disappear.

So she did. She flooed down to the kitchens and back up right before dawn. Hermione was gone.

After cleaning up and changing, she drifted back into Ginny's unknowing mind.

Ginny dreamt that night. She dreamt she saw Hermione kissing Ron. She dreamed she wanted to kill him. She dreamed she killed George by accident. No matter how hard she screamed for herself to stop it, her hands kept stabbing, slicing. Then she saw Hermione in all her beauty, staring at her like a lover. The last part of the dream was the scariest, when she caught sight of her reflection in a window, another person looked back. A person vaguely familiar... but who was it?

A shriek erupted from downstairs and Ginny bolted upright.

"No."

She ran out into a crowd of Gryffindors by the fireplace. George Weasley lay in front of it, dead. Presents were scattered around his body and splattered with blood. The wrapping paper showed an animated picture of Ginny with the twins. In a card opened right next to George's head, it read:

Happy sixteenth birthday Ginny! We love you!

The rest was smeared with a thick layer of blood, but Ginny could just make out the "From your loving brothers, Gred and Forge"

Ginny fell to her knees, and cried.

A/N 6/18/05: Has been edited. I know a lot of you hate me right now... but, remember, reviews feed my muse .