AN: I forgot to write on the last one 'please review and I got a lot- well its a lot for me sadly- but I just mean that I'm not going to write it on this one either and hopefully get a fair amount. I got a little sad when I was writting one of the parts is this- just to warn you. It made me really sad when I was writting it, cause I started to think about how she must feel. It was depressing, I dont know- maybe theres just something wrong with me...

Llama Llama

Chapter 10

The second he's lay down on his bed he heard the knocking and someone outside asked quietly, "Ron?" He turned his head towards the sound knowing even if he tried he wouldn't be able to manage the words 'come in'. It was starting to become annoying to even him because now he knew he still could talk- but only Hermione. This, he assumed, was one of the many reasons that his mother had yelled at him that he was 'never to speak to her again' the second George had pulled Hermione out of the house. He was more then angry with his family now- he couldn't stand to look at them anymore. Even though he was to scared to talk to them anyway, he didn't want to be not allowed to talk to his best friends anymore. The whole family- excluding his older brothers- were completely taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't yell back- even if they didn't really realize it.

He heard the knocking again and sat up growling. He'd thought that his stomping angrily up the stairs and slamming his door was enough to keep them away. He'd at least stomped hard enough to get a few minuets of peace- but in the time it took him to take his shirt off and fall on his bed they were already at him.

The door flung open before he could even stand up and Ginny came storming in- leaving the door wide open behind her. With an angry look in her eyes she said, "I forgot that you aren't talking to anyone except her- so I just let myself in." She said smiling a little like she wanted to kill him.

He blinked at her to ask what she was doing there and she walked over loudly to sit next to him on the bed. She had changed so much- it hurt to look at her- as it did to look at everyone else he used to know. He wondered if Harry was feeling the same thing and wished he could talk to him. He stared at the ground, waiting for her to say something, far to long. Wishing more then ever that he was at Hogwarts again and everything was the way it had been he stood up and walked over to the door slamming it shut, before walking over to his desk chair and staring down at his hands.

He sat there so long, wishing he was somewhere else that when Ginny started screaming and crying, he found himself jumping out of a dream. "I don't understand what I did wrong. You have even less of a reason to hate me then the rest of them. I thought if anyone would understand it would be you- we both lost the one we love- we both lost them." She screeched as tears fell from her eyes. Ron didn't look up from his hands.

For once he was glad that he couldn't say anything, because he had no idea what he would have said to this. "Mom and dad agree with me, but their so busy worrying about you and George that they forgot about me- and I need someone to talk about this with." When he still didn't look back at her she ran up behind him and pounded a fist onto the desk next to him. "Why won't you look at me- at any of us? I saw how you looked at her- why won't you talk to me- even me? You used to tell me everything- but now you only talk to her. I was the one that you told first about liking Hermi- her in the first place- I don't even care if we talk about her. If that's what you want to talk about- I- I don't even care!" She screeched frantically.

Ron closed his eyes afraid that she was going to hit him. When they were younger she would him whenever she got mad at him. When had gotten over tha-

Then he remembered something--- He wasn't seventeen anymore.

He heard the door open again and turned in time to see Ginny run around the corner- leaving the door wide open behind her once again. He faced back to the wall in front of him and blinked. He was seventeen, he was nineteen- almost twenty-his family couldn't tell him who he couldn't see and talk to anymore.

He stood up slowly and walked over to the door shutting in quietly. Something caught his eye out the window and he walked over to see what it was. What, in the shadows of the night, looked like a camel- or a llama, seemed to be lying in the grass at the edge of his property. Disbelievingly he tried to lean further out the window to be closer to it, but as he did it moved and transformed into two people.

Realizing who it was he fell quickly to the floor under the window. What the hell were they going on the grass? It had been a good ten minuets since they had left the house- had one of them been hurt? Suddenly worried he tried to sit up and get another look- but his head hard on the windows. Sitting back down on the ground he hissed and held the spot. "Fuck" he managed to get out sliding away from the window a little dizzy. He glared at the shutters- angry with whoever had put made them to open inwards and turned back out the window.

He watched George figure stand up and offer his hand out to help Hermione figure- who seemed tiny next to George. When she finally took his hand Ron had to look away. His brother and his girlfriend- his brother and Hermione. He just didn't know what to do, how he was supposed to react. His mind went quiet for a second, as it does when are finally starting to fall asleep, and he closed his eyes. Harry's face flashed behind his eyelids. Not the one he had seen at the hospital wing- the one in his memory. He knew it then, he needed to talk to him. Ginny wouldn't do- she was to weepy, she didn't really know- but Harry always knew- he would know now… wouldn't he?