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Chapter 28 ~ The-Werewolf-Who-Howled

Hermione's chocolate eyes fluttered open. She yawned and wiped off the little drool on her cheek. Then, she saw a boy with red-orange flaming hair snoring very loudly. That boy so happened to have slept next to her. Whenever Hermione tried moving, she couldn't, because of his left arm was around her waist so she was hugged against his hard chest.

Hermione swept his fringes to the side so she could see the peaceful face of the person she fancied for far too long.

Ronald Weasley..

She would've been freaking out by now that the boy she fancied slept next to her, but she didn't want to.

She actually felt warm and secure in his strong arms. She was probably snuggling next to him, as she slept by the look of her position.

Should I wake him up, Hermione asked herself. She looked at his face and then back to his chest.

"Ron?" Hermione whispered loudly, as she started to shake him for him to wake up. "Ron, wake up!"

Ron's eyes slowly started to open. He groaned out in pain and yawn out. He wiped the drool from his cheeks, and he lazily rubbed his eyes. Then, he felt a body against his chest. He slowly looked down to be greeted by a healthier looking Hermione.

Wait a bloody second.. He slept with Hermione Granger!?

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry Hermione. I - I'm bloody sorry. Bloody hell," Ron stuttered, as he panicked. He immediately sat up, retreating his left arm that was wrapped around Hermione's waist.

What the hell was I think last night, Ron scolded himself.

"Ron," Hermione said, "It's all right. It was actually very nice of you. So, thanks." Hermione started to blush. Ron's eyes literally bulged out. The tips of his ears turned red.

"Uh - uh, no problem, Hermione," Ron said with a shy smile. Hermione sat up to only be tangled with blankets that made her look like she was wearing a dress.

"Why is that," Hermione looked at his crystal blue eyes, "Whenever we try to hangout with one another. It doesn't happen because of an incident."

Ron shrugged and looked away from her.

"Maybe all those times I was with you counts as us hanging out," Ron suggested.

"I guess so," Hermione agreed. They sat there in silence, until Madam Pomfrey came in to check on them.

"Awake so early, are we?" Madam Pomfrey said to them, as she went to collect the blankets. "If you're wondering, you are free to go. Breakfast has already been served at the Great Hall."

Ron and Hermione gave their gratifications, and they went off to eat so they could satisfy their growling stomachs. When they first arrived, they saw Harry eating butter with toast as he sat alone.

"Harry!" Hermione said out loud, making Harry gain his all attention to his two best friends. He smiled at them, as he saw them approaching to him.

"Glad you guys are all right," Harry said to the both of them, as they took their seats. "You guys had me worried sick."

Ron fetched a pile of pancakes and bacons on his plate and started to eat like a pig. Hermione winced in disgust, as she proceeded to pour her milk in the bowl of cereal. Harry chuckled at how much Ron could eat in one sitting. Heck, he could eat everyone's meal in one go.

"So, what happened out there? I never really got the full scoop of how you guys ended up like that. All I heard were barmy rumors," Harry shrugged and took a bit out of his toast.

Ron's head shot up at the word rumors. He wiped out the bits of surrounding his mouth, and he swallowed everything in his mouth. He asked, "Rumors? What the hell were they about?"

Harry faced his best mate. He sighed and gave him the Daily Prophet to Rita Skeeter's section of the newspaper. Ron and Hermione read over the section. cared

Ronald Weasley

The-Werewolf-Who-Howled

In an interview with the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, told Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger about the uproar the both of them (especially Ronald) caused in the Ministry of Magic.

Apparently, Ronald shouted retorts at Fudge, ending Ronald to walk out angry. Miss Granger agreed with everything Mister Weasley said. After the fight, Mister Weasley turned into a werewolf to go out into the cold, having poor Miss Granger follow him. If it weren't for Mister Weasley walking out into the cold, Miss Granger wouldn't have had suffer from terrible frostbites.

It's clear that Mister Weasley does not care of the well being of his friend.

He is a monster that needs to be stopped from his careless actions to us humans who strive to survive from not only him, but from He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. Keep an eye out of the werewolf that roams at Hogwarts!

After the both of them read the sections, Ron ripped the newspaper with his claws and threw it away. Hermione looked up at him to see his enraged face. Before she could talk to him, Ron walked out.

Hermione and Harry stood up to chase after Ron, until Dumbledore came to stop them. He said to them, "Let me talk to him." Harry and Hermione sat back down and looked as the dark blue robes of Dumbledore disappeared behind the corridors.

Ron went up the Astronomy Tower to clear his head. He sighed out, as he looked at the morning sun, shining over the aftermath of the snowstorm. Then, he sensed someone approaching him. He immediately turned around to see the wise old Headmaster. Dumbledore's cerulean blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. He stood there, mere distance from where Ron stood.

"Professor Dumbledore," Ron said shocked. Think he was in trouble he said, "I know I shouldn't be here but I -."

Dumbledore raised his hand to stop Ron from proceed from his excuse, "Mister Weasley, it's okay." Dumbledore could see Ron wipe the sweat from his forehead and rubbed his neck briefly.

"I myself need some time for myself," Dumbledore said to him and approached him to look into the morning sun. "I assume that is the reason you are here, are you not?" Ron nodded his head and went to look at down at the ground of Hogwarts.

"Yeah," Ron replied after a brief silence between him and Dumbledore. "It's just so stupid the Ministry is at an uproar like this. Also, Viktor Krum is the bloody werewolf hunter who tried to kill Hermione and I! He's also with Karkaroff and another person, who I assume is a Death Eater, to ruin my life even further."

Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly at the information. He said then said, "Mister Weasley, how do you know this?"

"When I was shot with the dart from Karkaroff, I fell unconscious," Ron said, knowing Dumbledore remembered the scene very clearly. "Then, I woke up to find myself caged in like a wild animal. I saw Viktor and Karkaroff and another guy. They tried to make me drink what seemed to be a new and improved formula of the Liquid Lunar potion. Luckily, I escaped from any potential danger."

Ron breathed out and went back to staring at the melting snow.

"Interesting," Dumbledore commented. "Karkaroff said that he was going off to the ship and get a potion to try and heal your wounds from the night of the Yule Ball." He then continued and thanked him, "Thank you. Now I know who to keep an eye on."

Ron shrugged and pulled off his infamous lopsided grin, "Anytime, Professor Dumbledore. Anytime."

After Ron said his statement, he spotted a lonely boy who sat near the Blake Lake. Ron saw that the boy had messy jet black hair. His eyes widened slightly to spot his best mate, all alone.

"I guess I should be going off," Dumbledore announced, as he too saw Harry staring off into the Black Lake. "Seems like someone would like some company."

Ron approached the Black Lake to see Harry staring off into the depths of the deep unknown the large body of water displayed.

"Harry?" Ron called out and waited to see him turn around.

"Ron," Harry said shocked. "Why are you here?" He then turned right back to face the large body of water.

"Actually, I was just going here to clear my mind off a bit," Ron shrugged, feeling back that he lied to his best mate. Ron then went to sit next to him, leaning against the tree.

"We haven't been hanging out much lately," Ron pointed out in a sad tone. "Makes me think that me being a git to you made us completely ruin our friendship."

Harry looked at him, obviously shocked at his accusation. He immediately replied, "Yea, it's true we haven't really been on the talking terms lately, but Ron," Harry looked at him. "Do you really think because of the whole 'Harry is just in it for the fame' argument made us not the best of friends anymore?"

"Well, duh. I was just being a foul git to you during that time."

"I don't care if we got into a mess like that," Harry said. "The only thing I wanted back during that time was to have our friendship back."

Ron smiled and sighed out. He felt all the boulders on his shoulders disappear into thin air. After a few minutes, Ron started to come up with a conversation to reduce the awkwardness between them.

"I know how it feels like, Harry," Ron looked up at Harry. "I know how it feels like to be an outcast."

"Do you really?" Harry said.

"I do. I experience it everyday," Ron shrugged. "You always say to yourself that one statement that lingers in your mind."

"What is it then?"

"I didn't ask for this. Never would. Never will."

Harry's eyes widened a bit. He too, always said that to himself, whenever he was always into deep shit. Which is mind you, every single day.

"You just want to go away from everybody, never to been again. You wanna change the past somehow, someway, someday. You just want to know how is bloody feels like to be bloody fucking normal!" Ron's volume increased as he spoke each sentence. "We'll never be fucking normal. Never! We just have to live with a bloody curse that's been placed upon us for us to suffer till we die!"

Ron's eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"We even have our own barmy titles that we'll stick to," Ron added.

"The-Werewolf-Who-Howled," Harry said to Ron.

"The-Boy-Who-Lived," Ron said to Harry.

They sat in silence.

Then, Harry said. "No one will ever understand how you truly feel like."

Ron looked up at him and disagreed with him, by saying, "Not unless you find the person who will.

The both of them smiled and went to skip stones.

Ron was on his way back to his dormitory, after an exhausting day of students asking him predictable questions. He was about to yawn out a satisfying yawn, until he saw something he wished to never see in his whole life.

"I 'eard 'bout vhat happened vith you and Von," he heard the thick accent of non other than, Viktor Krum. Or how Ron would say it, Vicky Scum.

"We all right, really," Hermione said to him. "We're just trying to heal. After all, we've been into incidents together for 3 days straight."

"Don' vorry, Herm-own-ninny," Viktor went to pick up Hermione's left hand. "I vill be there to protect you." He then, proceeded to kiss her on the back of her left hand. Hermione blushed a little from his action. Thought, it always gave her shivers, whenever he did that to her.

"GET YOUR BLOODY LIPS AWAY FROM HER!" Ron yelled out in fury. His ears with a dangerous shade of scarlet; he was now breathing heavily.

"Ah, Vonald," Viktor said with an evil smirk upon his pumpkin-shaped head, making sure that Hermione didn't see the ugly snarl he had. "Herm-own-ninny and I were juzt dizcuzzing 'bout you."

"It better not be about me being a barking mad monster who would go on the loose to kill innocents," Ron growled in a deeper voice.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Just leave us alone, Ronald."

"How many times do I have to bloody say this, Hermione! It's RON! R-O-"

"Watch your language," Hermione huffed out.

Ron eyed the both of them, as they stood close next to each other. "Hermione, stay away from him." Hermione's left brow arched up in perplexion. "He was the bloody git who tried to kill us during the Yule Ball."

"Really, Ronald.." Hermione said with clear irritation in her voice. "Do you honestly think Viktor would do such a thing?"

"Umm, DUH! You've only known him for a bit, Hermione!"

"I can't believe you," Hermione retorted. She turned to Viktor. "Come on, Viktor. Let's go away from his immature child."

"Anything, Herm-own-ninny," said Viktor. Hermione went out of the Common, but Viktor didn't follow along.

"Vait vor me, dere. I vorgot to get zomething," Viktor said to her. She nodded her head in understandment and closed the portrait behind her. Viktor turned to face Ron's enraged face.

"You bloody Bulgarian bastard," Ron mumbled out in a deep voice. "You stay away from her, alright? Have me instead of her! Come one, Vicky! Let's take it out like men!"

"Pathetic," Viktor mumbled. "You better vatch out, Vonald. I ztill have the new and improved verzion of zee Liquid Lunar."

With that, Viktor left an angry, confused and worrisome Ron, left to rest out all the emotions he was currently feeling.

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