Hi everyone deep, deep, gomen nasis. I'm soooo sorry but my computer has completely been on the absolute fritz. I've actually written the next few chapters and I'm giving them to my friend who owns this account so she can post them for me. I'll try to continue my story as best I can. We get into the real stuff that happened that night so flash backs and junk.
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Her breath came slowly, painfully ,she was no longer breathing on her own anymore. Sometime late in the night she had collapsed further into a deep sleep the doctors feared to call a coma. She hadn't moved an inch since her body had been lain in the sterile white bed with unflenching sheets of beige. The entire room was a sickly and unnatural color reeking of death and sickness without the slightest twinge of cheerfulness to permeate the room. The hair that for years had been yanked into precise buns and braids never giving away its actual length or even what it looked like down was lying scattered across her pillow unkempt and as frail as her body looked. The once sparkling eyes were hidden beneath eyelids that might never open to see the light of another day.
Deep in her own mind Hermione was seated on a scarlet park bench watching the auburn and gold leaves set ablaze the setting sky. A tall oynx iron post was beside her shedding its pale light in the growing gloom. She was waiting for someone, but she honestly wasn't sure who she was waiting for. It felt werid she mused it was like she knew she shouldn't be here but she didn't have the strength left to leave. Looking down the path that seemed to twist and turn in every possible direction privately she wondered which would lead her home but she couldn't formulate a picture of what home meant anymore to her. Hermione felt the first tear in so long she could barely remember its feel as a single crystal tear slipped down moistening her cheek. It felt silly to be sitting there and crying but she refrained from chiding herself in some deep part of her heart she knew she had lost something so beloved and precious it had shattered what was left of her but what was it she wondered?
Dawn rose benignly over Hogwarts spreading her fingertips of crimson and golden light through the castle. Ron and Harry both had spent a restless night neither of them could get their consciences to give them a rest. Both had been haunted by frightening pictures of Hermione drifting through their most peaceful dreams a clear reminder of what they had done to her. They each dragged themselves from bed and showered without the slightest thought as to what they were doing, the next morning. Sunday the word spoke of peace and quiet but neither boy felt anywhere near that. Harry nodded dumbly when Ron said something about his heading down to Hagrid's for an early cup of tea.
Ron walked lasily through the empty corridors and out onto the grounds. Autumn was in the air as leaves began to cover the dying grass in their emblazoned hues forming a picturesque look across all he could see. Seeing the black smoke curl homily from hagrid's hut filled Ron with a sense of peace, that he knew he hadn't felt in a lot longer than he would have been willing to admit. Knocing sharply with a few raps of his knuckles on the wooden door of the hut brought a gruff answer from within. " Come in," opening the gigantic door with ease Ron slid into the room taking a quick view around it.
Seating himself easily into one of the rocking chairs that littered the room he rocked cozily wrapped in a rather ugly plaid blanket for a few minutes before hagrid spoke again. " Yer wanta cupa tea Ron?". His answer was short not out of irritation or anger but for the lack of anything better to say. " Sure hagrid," was all he could think of to say. Hagrid's movements were the only sound in the tiny cabin besides the crackle of the fire in the stone hearth, that Ron found himself drawn into his eyes staring hard as though an answer would appear there. Hagrid sat heavily onto the even uglier couch and sighed deeper than Ron had ever heard him before.
A tiredness was reflected in Hagrid's eyes that Ron felt he must have somehow missed for far too long. Hagrid sat there seeming to struggle with what he wanted to say. Drawing a heavy breath he spoke in a gruff and uneven tone," Why did yer do it Ron?" Ron wanted to justify everything, to make it seem understandable, however, he was finding his task harder than he had first percieved it to be. Sucking in another breath that he found hard to find to begin with his mouth opened and he just stopped. How did he begin to explain to Hagrid the miles of distance between Mione and himself. Summoning up his courage he started and what a long tale it was to tell.
"Hagrid it all started a year ago...
Ron remembered the day like a snap shot in his own mind that didn't ever seem to want to leave him alone.
Quidditch practice had been brutally hard, he'd didn't remember ever being quite this sore. A younger girl had succeeded Katie as captain. Her name was Alia and to say she was slave driving them over the upcoming match with Slytherin was the understatment of the century. They had run every possible play that every single one of them knew atleast ten times. Rolling his eyes he hoped Hermione had stayed up, all Ron wanted was to make it up to the tower at the moment. However, when he got there he had every intention of sneaking his girlfriend up to his room to cuddle. He'd missed Hermione so much in the past few days they'd only seen each other in class.
So if you knew Hermione that was like not seeing her at all, Ron didn't mind her attenion span but he usually perferred it in a context that involved him and Hermione being alone. Climbing the last few stairs slowly from his weariness he faced the fat lady with a look that rather melted her heart. Smiling a little he spoke the password, "Penguin's feather," and with that she swung forward to reveal a very diffrent scene than the one he had hoped for.
Ginny stood infront of the fireplace and Ron could feel from the doorway her obvious pain. Scrambling into the hole he surveyed what was going on. Ginny stood across from Harry and Hermione was seated on the fore couch watching them like it was a tennis match as blow by blow them ripped each other apart.
"How could you Harry? I specifically asked you not to do this." Her voice sounded broken and filled with a pain never seen there before, there was no anger just pain seeping from her voice and her very soul.
"Damnit Gin I wasn't doing anything but hugging my best friend why is that such a damn problem for you. Do you have no trust or faith in me?" Harry on the other hand was angry at the accusation being thrown at him.
"No Harry, I did trust you and tonight you broke that trust entirely there is no going back." He was confused what was she saying?
"Ginny, can we talk about this please?" His tone was begging, he was pleading with her with all his heart and soul. She stood firmly as she spoke one more time.
"No Harry I've said everything I needed to, I want you to know that I loved you very deeply but this is over." Ron watched in that moment what was left of Harry's heart break into a million pieces. Harry couldn't begin to process the words he had lost her and it was already eating away at him.
With that Ginny climbed the stairs to her dormitory room and left three very speechless people below her. Ron was barely in the doorway and was beyond confused. He decided not to announce his presence just yet and to wait another minute in the shadows to see how things would play out. Hermione rose from the couch sadly even Ron could feel her pain for Harry he assumed. She reached out her arm in what Ron tried to justify was a sisterly affection. Harry spun towards her and Ron couldn't identify the look in his eyes it was such a mirad of emotions.
"Harry give her time she'll cool off and realize what a fool she's being." Her tone was caring, far to caring and Ron felt the room was heating up on him.
"No Hermione I don't think all the time in the world will help her." His voice sounded more broken than anyone in that room had ever heard it to be.
Ron felt like he was watching his best friend crumble, Harry sort of crumpled to the couch and Ron heard him say so softly, "I truly loved her you know." Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry and leaned him back against her. Ron felt the heat begin to rise in his collar even more. Here was his best friend and his girlfriend and he couldn't exactly say they were staying within the borders of friendship. When Hermione began to caress Harry's face a part of Ron snapped that he was not even fully aware of. He announced his presence by marching up to them and saying,
"So this was why my sister was so damn upset. I see you two are getting rather chumy hmm. Care to explain?" his tone was laced with anger and even a hint of bitterness.
Harry stood and looked him square in the face before Hermione could say anything, "Look if you plan to be a damn prat go ahead but I'm too tired for your bull shit. I'm going to bed." Harry stomped off to the dormitory that he knew he would have to continue sharing with Ron.
Ron turned on Hermione with sharp effiency, "So why were you so cozy with him eh?'
Hermione's face was impassive,"If you're accusing me of cheating on you with Harry you're an utter prat and idiot. Secondly I was waiting on you but Harry came up first.."
At this point Ron cut her off mid sentence,"What so you thought you'd get in a little extra time with him before I got here is that it. You know what I think my sister had the right idea it's over and that's that."
Hermione's eyes flashed something for a half second but it passed and Ron was almost unsure he had even seen anything at all. She merely nodded and watched him storm off in suite to his dormitory room.
It had all gone down hill from there. The next day Ron had twisted Harry so far to his side they just about disowned Hermione in a letter not quite having the guts to say all that in person. It had been one nasty letter and Ron hated to think of it.
Hagrid had listened to his story thus far and was ready to start saying something and as a matter of fact he had a number of things to say to Ron...
end chappie
Antoher one bites the dust. Ciao for now. Hermione is probably going to wake up pretty soon. Next chapter Ron begins to find out a number of things from hagrid.
