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Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot everything else belongs to the queen of literature J.K.Rowling. I am making no profit from this story.
AN: Hey I'm still not done chapter 6 but I guess I'll let u read this cause the spot I left it at was a cliffie. Thanks for the reviews I loved them. Sorry my grammar is bad and I can't really do anything about them. If you like the story tell some friends cause I only have 14 reviews. Hope you like this chapter it's a little bit more cheerful I guess more so near the end although not that much. The chapter isn't that long but the fifth chapter is so just wait a little bit. Pwease review pretty pwease with a cherry on top. (Puppy eyes)
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Ron was falling through a tunnel of blackness and nothing else he struggled to get himself out but it was no use he couldn't move his arms or legs properly. Trying to remember himself he struggled with his mind nothing changing and time not existent. "Ron," that word shattered the tunnel of darkness and memories of the fight came back to him and he remembered everything. That basterd had called Hermione a mudblood he was going to kill him. He started to sit up right his eyes fluttering open but pain shot through every muscle in his body and he fell back onto the bed wishing the pain to go away.
Opening his eyes fully he saw that he was wearing his Chudley Cannons pajama's his favorite. Wishing that his muscles would stop burning in pain he turned his head slightly, This caused him to yelp as a shock of pain ripped through his spine. But what he saw was Hermione with her face in her hands just looking up. Her face looked tired and worn, it looked as though she hadn't slept in days. Relief showed on her face as she whispered softly, "your awake I was so worried." She was running her hands through his messy red hair; it felt so good, so soothing. "What happened Ron I heard Harry saying something about you picking a fight with him." Her voice wasn't accusing him it just seemed curious.
He didn't want to answer the question because he didn't want Hermione to know what the jackass had called her. No one deserved to be called a mudblood and Hermione was so perfect. He may have lived Voldemort's attacks but he was going to make sure he hurt him good for calling Hermione such a foul name. He realized that Hermione was waiting expectantly for an answer but Ron avoided the question, "How long have I been knocked out for?"
"Nearly two days," Ginny had come up behind Hermione and she too had a worried look on her face.
'Look I'm not dead okay, I would tell before I went and died, I'm not planning to die anytime soon. I'm only sixteen so wipe that hopeful look off your faces," Ron said smirking near the end.
"Ron,' They said in unison. Hermione had a weak smile on her face and Ginny was looking a lot more cheerful.
"How long do I have to be stuck the hospital wing anyway, we have Quiditch practices to start even if it is with the arrogant asshole. I still intend on winning with him as seeker or not." Harry was Quiditch captain but that didn't mean he didn't look forward to Quiditch, Ron had waited so long to be on the team and he was just getting the hang of being keeper at the end of last year. He personally liked the crowd shouting his name and oohing and ahhing when he made a particularly hard save. It felt as though he had done something that his brothers hadn't Prefect and Keeper.
"You have to stay here until you're completely fixed up. You're really bruised up and the bruises take longer to heal. Madame Pomfrey says it'll take about five days but at least another five after that until you're aloud on a broom." Ginny replied.
Ron looked slightly downcast "Five days alone in here with no one to talk to?!"
"Don't worry we'll visit everyday," Hermione said reassuringly, "we wouldn't leave you in here all alone with only Harry around for five days, besides-
She stopped abruptly seeing the menacing look on Ron's face. "He's in here I'll kill him how dare he call you a mudblood. He's so damn-
He stopped himself realizing what he had just said, Looking up he saw that Ginny had a mixed look of shock and fury, Hermione looked close to tears. "Harry called me a, a mu-mudblood. What is wrong with him we've been best friends since our first year, I can't believe he would say that." She closed her eyes and tears burst forth, as she sobbed silently into her hands.
"Mione don't cry, since when did you care when people called you names, you never let it affect you when Malfoy called you names."Ron said feeling kind of helpless unable to move easily. He wished he could reach out and rub her back or comfort her in some way. This was all Harry's fault; the reason Hermione was crying the reason he couldn't comfort her. Was this what a best mate was like after all the times he and Hermione had been there for him.
The next couple of days weren't very eventful. Hermione brought him some homework. He wasn't fit enough to play Quiditch or even leave the hospital wing but he was considered healthy enough to do homework, just great. Ron didn't see much of Harry and was thankful, just thinking of him made his blood boil so god help him if he ever caught up to him before this whole thing blew over. In a couple of days he was out and Ginny came to tell him while he was having his final meal in the hospital wing that the Quiditch tryouts were for next Saturday 8 days from now. At least he would be fully healed. As of now Harry had asked everyone to return to the team that had been on last year. According to Ginny that meant it left 3 spots open for chaser, the position she wanted.
As he was heading up to the portrait hole when he heard Harry's voice and Ginny's. Waiting in the shadows he listened in. "Hope to see you at the Quiditch tryouts," said Harry.
"Yea I hope I make it," said Ginny. She sounded comfortable so Ron figured she had forgiven him for calling Hermione a mudblood. Ron couldn't interfere because Ginny hated it when he gave her advice but she was only a year younger after all. The talking stopped and he could hear a set of footstep coming towards him. It was Ginny and he stepped out of the shadows.
'Bloody hell Ron what are you trying to do scare me to death. Why the Hell were you jumping out at me through the shadows," Ginny quickly calmed down breathing deeply to return her breathing too normal.
"Was that Harry you were just talking to, I'd think that Hermione being your friend that you would be pissed of at him.' Ron replied in a curios but distant tone, he didn't want to push her he didn't want to end up in a fight with her, that's all his healing body needed. "Yea I forgave him he's a pressured kid, I know what it's like having Voldemort on your tail and it's the worst if you don't have any friends to help you out my friends all ditched me when I started acting odd." Her voice seemed distant and slightly choked up.
Ron felt very guilty right about then. But that still didn't mean Harry didn't act like a jerk. "He called Hermione a mudblood how easily am I supposed to forgive him anyway? He questioned.
"Have you asked Hermione how she feels about what he said, after all it was her that he called a name." Ginny said sounding reasonable and mature.
Ron felt stupid and ignorant. He hadn't even talked to Hermione about it. He just steered her away from the topic every time she tried to talk about Harry or what he had said. Ron guessed that his feelings must have been showing on his face because Ginny gave him a disgruntled look that made her seem exasperated.
"Ron," she said rolling her eyes, " I think you best go talk to her about this, guys like you shouldn't be aloud to have girlfriends." She smiled and punched him lightly on the shoulder then she headed of down the corridor as he got to the portrait. "Ginger Newt" he said in a clear voice and the picture swung forward to let him in.
He walked into the common room and saw that there were very few people around. He saw Hermione by the fire reading an unimaginably huge book. Crookshanks who was lying by her feet got up and strode away and she looked up from her book. "Hey Ron," she said smiling, she marked her page and put the book down gently. "Why do you look so worried?"
"Hermione how do you feel about what Harry said about you?" The question burst forth and he looked down at his feet not wanting to look at Hermione.
"Well I don't think it was nice but I forgive him, if I didn't talk to someone for every little stupid thing they said I wouldn't be able to talk to anyone. Besides it was our fault, we knew he would get pissed of if we didn't send him some letters even though they would be empty of information." She said trying to catch his eye at the same time.
Ron looked up, "I guess your right but it just pisses me off the way he's acting as though we're trying to hurt him and that he's the poor innocent wronged child that's been abused and used all his life, sometimes its just pathetic." He looked disgruntled and Hermione got up and went up to him resting her head on his shoulder. "I know that if I were in his position I wouldn't be so pissed of at the people who are my friends, I mean we don't know anything about the order and you don't see us complaining," he said in a sour tone.
"Ron maybe your right but you really can't know what its like to be him, none of can know that first hand so we cant just judge him. Anyway I think we should apologize he'll never apologize to us first and its our fault to so..." she stopped and looked up hopefully.
"Sometimes there's just no use arguing with you, this is one of those times so I might as well give in and save my breath for later," he said smirking then lightly brushing his lips against hers in a playful kiss. "Lets go before I change my mind." - End of Chapter 4- TBC
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot everything else belongs to the queen of literature J.K.Rowling. I am making no profit from this story.
AN: Hey I'm still not done chapter 6 but I guess I'll let u read this cause the spot I left it at was a cliffie. Thanks for the reviews I loved them. Sorry my grammar is bad and I can't really do anything about them. If you like the story tell some friends cause I only have 14 reviews. Hope you like this chapter it's a little bit more cheerful I guess more so near the end although not that much. The chapter isn't that long but the fifth chapter is so just wait a little bit. Pwease review pretty pwease with a cherry on top. (Puppy eyes)
Shortstuff
Ron was falling through a tunnel of blackness and nothing else he struggled to get himself out but it was no use he couldn't move his arms or legs properly. Trying to remember himself he struggled with his mind nothing changing and time not existent. "Ron," that word shattered the tunnel of darkness and memories of the fight came back to him and he remembered everything. That basterd had called Hermione a mudblood he was going to kill him. He started to sit up right his eyes fluttering open but pain shot through every muscle in his body and he fell back onto the bed wishing the pain to go away.
Opening his eyes fully he saw that he was wearing his Chudley Cannons pajama's his favorite. Wishing that his muscles would stop burning in pain he turned his head slightly, This caused him to yelp as a shock of pain ripped through his spine. But what he saw was Hermione with her face in her hands just looking up. Her face looked tired and worn, it looked as though she hadn't slept in days. Relief showed on her face as she whispered softly, "your awake I was so worried." She was running her hands through his messy red hair; it felt so good, so soothing. "What happened Ron I heard Harry saying something about you picking a fight with him." Her voice wasn't accusing him it just seemed curious.
He didn't want to answer the question because he didn't want Hermione to know what the jackass had called her. No one deserved to be called a mudblood and Hermione was so perfect. He may have lived Voldemort's attacks but he was going to make sure he hurt him good for calling Hermione such a foul name. He realized that Hermione was waiting expectantly for an answer but Ron avoided the question, "How long have I been knocked out for?"
"Nearly two days," Ginny had come up behind Hermione and she too had a worried look on her face.
'Look I'm not dead okay, I would tell before I went and died, I'm not planning to die anytime soon. I'm only sixteen so wipe that hopeful look off your faces," Ron said smirking near the end.
"Ron,' They said in unison. Hermione had a weak smile on her face and Ginny was looking a lot more cheerful.
"How long do I have to be stuck the hospital wing anyway, we have Quiditch practices to start even if it is with the arrogant asshole. I still intend on winning with him as seeker or not." Harry was Quiditch captain but that didn't mean he didn't look forward to Quiditch, Ron had waited so long to be on the team and he was just getting the hang of being keeper at the end of last year. He personally liked the crowd shouting his name and oohing and ahhing when he made a particularly hard save. It felt as though he had done something that his brothers hadn't Prefect and Keeper.
"You have to stay here until you're completely fixed up. You're really bruised up and the bruises take longer to heal. Madame Pomfrey says it'll take about five days but at least another five after that until you're aloud on a broom." Ginny replied.
Ron looked slightly downcast "Five days alone in here with no one to talk to?!"
"Don't worry we'll visit everyday," Hermione said reassuringly, "we wouldn't leave you in here all alone with only Harry around for five days, besides-
She stopped abruptly seeing the menacing look on Ron's face. "He's in here I'll kill him how dare he call you a mudblood. He's so damn-
He stopped himself realizing what he had just said, Looking up he saw that Ginny had a mixed look of shock and fury, Hermione looked close to tears. "Harry called me a, a mu-mudblood. What is wrong with him we've been best friends since our first year, I can't believe he would say that." She closed her eyes and tears burst forth, as she sobbed silently into her hands.
"Mione don't cry, since when did you care when people called you names, you never let it affect you when Malfoy called you names."Ron said feeling kind of helpless unable to move easily. He wished he could reach out and rub her back or comfort her in some way. This was all Harry's fault; the reason Hermione was crying the reason he couldn't comfort her. Was this what a best mate was like after all the times he and Hermione had been there for him.
The next couple of days weren't very eventful. Hermione brought him some homework. He wasn't fit enough to play Quiditch or even leave the hospital wing but he was considered healthy enough to do homework, just great. Ron didn't see much of Harry and was thankful, just thinking of him made his blood boil so god help him if he ever caught up to him before this whole thing blew over. In a couple of days he was out and Ginny came to tell him while he was having his final meal in the hospital wing that the Quiditch tryouts were for next Saturday 8 days from now. At least he would be fully healed. As of now Harry had asked everyone to return to the team that had been on last year. According to Ginny that meant it left 3 spots open for chaser, the position she wanted.
As he was heading up to the portrait hole when he heard Harry's voice and Ginny's. Waiting in the shadows he listened in. "Hope to see you at the Quiditch tryouts," said Harry.
"Yea I hope I make it," said Ginny. She sounded comfortable so Ron figured she had forgiven him for calling Hermione a mudblood. Ron couldn't interfere because Ginny hated it when he gave her advice but she was only a year younger after all. The talking stopped and he could hear a set of footstep coming towards him. It was Ginny and he stepped out of the shadows.
'Bloody hell Ron what are you trying to do scare me to death. Why the Hell were you jumping out at me through the shadows," Ginny quickly calmed down breathing deeply to return her breathing too normal.
"Was that Harry you were just talking to, I'd think that Hermione being your friend that you would be pissed of at him.' Ron replied in a curios but distant tone, he didn't want to push her he didn't want to end up in a fight with her, that's all his healing body needed. "Yea I forgave him he's a pressured kid, I know what it's like having Voldemort on your tail and it's the worst if you don't have any friends to help you out my friends all ditched me when I started acting odd." Her voice seemed distant and slightly choked up.
Ron felt very guilty right about then. But that still didn't mean Harry didn't act like a jerk. "He called Hermione a mudblood how easily am I supposed to forgive him anyway? He questioned.
"Have you asked Hermione how she feels about what he said, after all it was her that he called a name." Ginny said sounding reasonable and mature.
Ron felt stupid and ignorant. He hadn't even talked to Hermione about it. He just steered her away from the topic every time she tried to talk about Harry or what he had said. Ron guessed that his feelings must have been showing on his face because Ginny gave him a disgruntled look that made her seem exasperated.
"Ron," she said rolling her eyes, " I think you best go talk to her about this, guys like you shouldn't be aloud to have girlfriends." She smiled and punched him lightly on the shoulder then she headed of down the corridor as he got to the portrait. "Ginger Newt" he said in a clear voice and the picture swung forward to let him in.
He walked into the common room and saw that there were very few people around. He saw Hermione by the fire reading an unimaginably huge book. Crookshanks who was lying by her feet got up and strode away and she looked up from her book. "Hey Ron," she said smiling, she marked her page and put the book down gently. "Why do you look so worried?"
"Hermione how do you feel about what Harry said about you?" The question burst forth and he looked down at his feet not wanting to look at Hermione.
"Well I don't think it was nice but I forgive him, if I didn't talk to someone for every little stupid thing they said I wouldn't be able to talk to anyone. Besides it was our fault, we knew he would get pissed of if we didn't send him some letters even though they would be empty of information." She said trying to catch his eye at the same time.
Ron looked up, "I guess your right but it just pisses me off the way he's acting as though we're trying to hurt him and that he's the poor innocent wronged child that's been abused and used all his life, sometimes its just pathetic." He looked disgruntled and Hermione got up and went up to him resting her head on his shoulder. "I know that if I were in his position I wouldn't be so pissed of at the people who are my friends, I mean we don't know anything about the order and you don't see us complaining," he said in a sour tone.
"Ron maybe your right but you really can't know what its like to be him, none of can know that first hand so we cant just judge him. Anyway I think we should apologize he'll never apologize to us first and its our fault to so..." she stopped and looked up hopefully.
"Sometimes there's just no use arguing with you, this is one of those times so I might as well give in and save my breath for later," he said smirking then lightly brushing his lips against hers in a playful kiss. "Lets go before I change my mind." - End of Chapter 4- TBC