Within Your Heart
Chapter 3: Pretty Girls Don't Just Lie Around On The Ground Not Moving.
Hermione woke up the next morning, the sun beating down on her face. She sat up and rubbed her eyes looking around Ginny's room. The walls were painted a light purple colour and were filled with moving posters of pop idol witches and wizards. Hermione let out a yawn and got out of her swag on the floor. She pulled on her work robes and brushed her hair. Memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. She let out a girly giggle and then laughed at how stupid it sounded.
"What are you laughing about?"
Hermione looked around to see Ginny sitting up in bed.
"Oh, nothing much," Hermione said. Her face turned a slight shade of pink at the idea of Ginny hearing her little outburst.
"Morning Hermione," Harry said as she sat at the table. Hermione searched the table for Ron. He looked up from his breakfast and when he saw her he blushed an unfathomable red colour and continued to eat his breakfast.
"Merlin's beard! Harry look at the time! We better get to work or were going to be late!" Mr. Weasley jumped up from the table and levitated both Harry's and his own plates into the kitchen.
"Ok well I'll see you all after work then." Harry said standing up.
A series of "yep's" and "cia's" were heard around the table but one was missing. Harry scanned the table to see Ginny pushing her last piece of soggy cereal around the milk in her bowl. Suddenly she looked up and hers and Harry's eyes locked, but she had already turned away before he had a chance to even so much as smile. Harry looked around the table once more. A loud crack was heard and he was gone.
Once again, by half-past ten, the house was empty besides Ron and Mrs. Weasley. Bill had taken Fleur shopping again. Ron settled himself down on the couch, trying not to flinch at the pain in his stomach, and contemplated asking Hermione out. Soon enough he had fallen asleep.
"RON!" Ron sat up on the couch. He was tired; he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before as his head had been filled with thoughts of Hermione.
"RON!" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang from in the kitchen.
"Coming, coming," Ron stretched and made his way into the kitchen.
"Ron, there you are. Where have you been? I've been calling you for ages." Mrs. Weasley was peeling potatoes, chopping carrots, slicing onion and putting it all into a cooking cauldron.
"Sorry Mum, I fell asleep on the couch."
"Oh sorry Ron, but I need you to go down to Diagon Ally and get me some stuff for tonight's soup." Mrs. Weasley flicked her wand and the salt and pepper flew out of the cupboard towards her, barely missing Ron's right ear.
"Mum," Ron wined, "its only midday, why are you cooking diner?" Ron abruptly realized that he sounded like a little kid and shut up. He couldn't wait to get back to work the following day.
Ron looked down at the list Mrs. Weasley had given him. It was at least a foot long, in small writing. First Ron went to Madam Parish's Garden Shop for the fruit and veggies. Then he went to the One Stop Witch and Wizard Shop to get toothpaste and soap, shampoo for Ginny and kitty litter for Crookshanks. He also got something called 'Erectoson' that came in a tube. The witch who served him nearly burs into laughter when he bought it, Ron had no idea why.
After he finished the shopping he decided to go and have a look in 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' before going home.
"Hey little bro," Fred greeted.
"Hey Ronnykinns," George walked past scruffing up Ron's hair.
"Don't call me that!" Growled Ron through gritted teeth looking around to see if anyone had heard, and flattening his hair.
"Were sorry little bro. Just trying to shrink that BIG ego you have." Fred. pouted
"Oh, and talking about BIG things, did you get my Erectoson Ron? Fred and I were trying out a new product and I've broken out in all these warty things-" he pointed towards his crouch, "-down there, and I told Mum to get me something for them."
Ron went bright red
"Do you mean to say that I got cream for your…" He was cut off
"Yep and thanks!" Fred and George walked away laughing.
Ron clenched his fists. He had a right mind to knock there heads together but was afraid of what would happen to him.
A sharp pain struck in Ron's head, his knees nearly buckled from the pain. Another struck followed by one more.
"Ahh." Ron whispered to himself. He needed to get home and rest.
Ron was barely out of the door when her tripped over something nearly falling on his face. He had to stick out his hands to stop himself hitting the pavement. He got up and turned to see what he had tripped over.
Who the hell would leave a…a pile of robes lying around? Ron thought.
He wondered what a pile of robes was doing in the doorway of a shop. Ron went to move the robes out of the way when he saw something off colour in the material. He threw back the robe to see… a girl? She looked about his age with long blonde hair that was sprawled out messily.
Ron couldn't help but realize she was pretty. He finally pulled himself together and realizes that pretty girls don't usually lie around on the ground not moving. He scooped her up into his arms but nearly dropped her again as the overwhelming pain struck in his head again.
It was then that he realized she had a gash in her forehead dripping blood onto her pretty face. Then Ron realized that the whole front of her robe was soaking with blood.
Ron started to panic. Who was this girl? Was she OK? What had happened? Ron decided that the most sensible thing to do would be to take her back to the burrow.
"Ok Ginny if you really do love him you have to…" Hermione looked up, sensing that her and Ginny were no longer alone, and saw Ron standing in front of the fireplace holding a girl. Hermione could easily tell that this girl was pretty, why was Ron carrying her?
"MUM!" Ron yelled.
Mrs Weasley came rushing into the lounge room.
"Ron! What happened?" She shrieked.
"I found her out front of Fred and Georges shop. She's breathing but she's hurt badly."
There was a loud crack outside and Harry and Mr. Weasley walked through the front door.
"Sorry I'm late dear I had to…" Mr. Weasley stopped mid-sentence and dropped his brief case. "Who is that? What happened?"
"Ron found her, Arthur I think we should take her to the hospital."
"Yes I agree." Mr. Weasley told his wife.
He took the girl in his arms. Two loud cracks were heard and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were gone.
Hermione looked up at Ron. He was standing there with his arms out as if he was still holding the girl. His expression was blank and the front his shirt and his hands were covered in blood.
Hermione watched as Harry tried to take Ron upstairs. Harry put a hand on Ron's shoulder but he yanked away
"C'mon Ron you have blood on you're…" Ron cut him off.
"Harry, shut up, I have a headache." Harry looked taken back.
"Ok, well let's go upstairs…" He was cut off again.
"HARRY!" Everyone in the room jumped.
Ron put his hands on his head and rubbed his temples. It looked as if he was trying to block out something. Hermione had never seen Ron like this before and it scared her.
"Ron-" she said gently "-Harry's only-"
"SHUT UP!" Ron shouted.
He stormed upstairs knocking a mantle piece. It fell to the floor and smashed before anyone had time to react.
