Disclaimer: I don't know what to say...
Hermione led Ron to her room, knowing that what he wanted to say was private and they didn't need any interruptions. The problem was, Hermione had been trying to avoid these situations. Ever since they had been found in the boy's dormitory, Hermione had stayed as far away from Ron as possible. Her mind was telling her that it was because he had burned her and that he was dangerous, but her heart was saying something completely different. At the moment she couldn't tell what it was, but all she knew was that being close to him was making her uncomfortable. When they finally entered the room, she turned and faced him, arms crossed.
"Well?" Ron looked around the room, searching for the right words to say. When he finally looked at her, she was tapping her foot, expectantly.
"Hermione…" he seemed frustrated with himself. "What's going on?" She looked confused.
"What?" He pointed to the space between them.
"What's happening between us?" She opened her mouth to say something then shut it, frowning. When she finally opened her mouth again, she chose her words carefully.
"Ron… With the way things have been going, I think that it would be in the best interest of us all that you and I-"
"You still don't believe me do you?" She grew irritated with this subject.
"Really Ronald. You're always around when these things happen! Everyone knows that!"
"Hermione, I thought we were friends." She looked away from his judgmental eyes.
"We are…" He took a step closer to her.
"Aren't friends supposed to trust each other?" Hermione bit her lip and looked up at him.
"I… I want to believe you Ron, I do, but with all these things going on, I'm afraid that something might happen to…" She let the rest hang in the air. Ron frowned and grabbed her hands, his eyes pleading with her.
"I would never hurt you…" Hermione pulled away from him.
"It's a little late for that…" Ron took a step back, confused.
"What?" Hermione looked away, pulling back her blouse sleeve and showing him the burn that was still on her wrist. Ron just stared. She turned her gaze on him and could see a few emotions surfacing in his icy blue eyes. He began to back up, inching his way to the door. Hermione couldn't let him do that. She reached out and grabbed him.
"Ron." He shook his head, yanking his arm out of her grasp.
"No… no… I hurt you…" Hermione hated to see him torture himself.
"Ron." He shook his head and turned for the exit.
"I have to go." She grabbed his hand, spun him around and took his head in her hands, forcing him to look at her.
"Ron! Look at me! You just promised not to hurt me… that's all that matters." She pulled him into a hug. "We've been through so much, I think you and I can get through this…" He buried his head in her hair, holding her close. Hermione was amazed how much their situation had changed. One minute their accusing each other then the next their holding each other for dear life, never wanting to let go. She smiled. They stayed like that for a while until Hermione started to get warmer. She passed if off as the warmth from Ron's body, but then she began to smell smoke.
"Ron." He mumbled something inaudible. She pushed his head away and looked around.
"RON! LOOK!" He whirled around and froze. He grabbed her hand and raced for the door.
WOOSH! They both fell back as the door flamed up. Ron pulled Hermione to the middle of the room.
"Ron, we have to get out of here." Ron's eyes scanned the room, which was now turning into a fiery furnace before their very eyes.
"Stay away from the walls." Hermione glanced over to him and screamed, tripping and falling to the ground, her eyes staying fixed on the hellish development forming behind him. Ron whirled around.
"Whoa!" He backed up also. Standing, or rather floating, in the smoke that was rising was a being they had both never seen before. The smoke seemed to form its body, large greenish red eyes staring at them with hatred. Hermione grabbed Ron's arm, her body visibly trembling. The creature gazed upon them, seemingly deciding what to do with the cowering bodies before it. It chose fast. As the fire rose, it reached out, it's hands grabbing the beams and shaking them, shaking the roof and causing the wood works to fall. Ron shoved Hermione out of the way, and almost escaped. The large burning beam fell and hit his leg, trapping him under the fiery ensnarement.
"Ron!" Hermione screamed. He tried to wiggle around but it was to no avail. He looked up to Hermione, who by now was crying. Tears were coming down his eyes also, but he chose to blame them on the smoke. Hermione started coughing, kneeling down and pulling on his arms. He shook his head.
"It's not working!" Hermione looked up to find that the creature was gone.
"It's gone!"
"HERMIONE!" She whirled around in time to dive out of the way from the falling wood pieces. There was a terrible tremble and ashes rose with the smoke and the fire was rising, coming closer to them by the minute. Hermione pulled out her wand, but Ron stopped her.
"It won't work! Save your breath!" He began to cough something terrible and then choked up blood. Hermione watched him struggle. Tears falling harder and faster. I need to find help.
"Ron!" She looked around, and found a window that wasn't burning. She ran over.
BOOM! The window frame exploded, causing shattered glass and wood to fly everywhere.
"HERMIONE!" Ron cried out, seeing the whole thing. Fortunately, she had protected her head and neck, but that didn't stop the glass. It struck her back, arms and legs, digging deep into the soft flesh that had been openly exposed to the explosion. She fell to the ground, gasping in pain. Ron watched as blood started to appear on her clothes. She heard something screech and looked up to see the last beam begin to fall. Covering her head she listened as it fell, crashing to the ground with a tremendous boom. Looking up she tried to find Ron.
"RON!" She screamed.
"I'm ok!" She tried to get to her feet, but the overwhelming pain from the shards of glass in her back and legs, caused her to collapse again. The smoke was starting to sting her eyes and clog up her lungs. Ron was having a similar problem, hacking up more blood, the beam that had just fallen, crushing his lungs. She tried to retain consciousness, but finally, darkness won and passed out, oblivious to the furnace that would soon consume them.
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Harry flew around, looking for the snitch while the others warmed up for the practice they were getting ready to have. Occasionally, he would look down, trying to catch the glint of red hair approaching the field from the castle. He rolled his eyes and continued his search. Their probably snogging each other… Speaking of snogging, where is that little red head? He looked around, trying to find her.
"Looking for me?" He turned around on his broom and grinned.
"Maybe." She looked down.
"Do you think anyone's watching?" He shrugged, giving her an innocent look.
"Why? What did you have in mind?" She smiled.
"This." She grabbed his head and met his lips in a passionate kiss. Harry smiled into the kiss and pulled her closer.
"Hey look!" Ginny pulled away and looked down to see that everyone had landed and were staring at something. They flew down and landed. Harry covered his eyes from the sun and looked over to Hogwarts. Students were coming out of the castle and standing on the slope, pointing and yelling. That's when Harry saw it. Coming from the west side, smoke was billowing up. Harry began to run up the hill, followed by the team. He finally spotted Dean and went over to him.
"What's going on?" Dean shrugged.
"Some kid came in from the lake and started talking about something being on fire. We came to see what it was." Dumbledore was also out there with the teachers. Suddenly, there was an explosion and many screamed, moving back. They watched as fire rose momentarily then wore back down, leaving black clouds of smoke to rise dauntingly to the sky. A Ravenclaw near by spoke up, talking to Terry Boot.
"Hey Terry, isn't that the Head's room?" Harry's eyes bulged and he turned to Ginny.
"Ron and Hermione!" Dumbledore must have been thinking the same thing because he started to head back inside fast, all the teachers following him. Ginny took Harry's arm, scared.
"What do we do?" He looked around and then started to run for the castle, pulling Ginny with him.
"Come on!" When they finally caught up with the teachers they were all crowding around the Head's entrance. Snape was the first to spot them.
"What are you doing here?" Ignoring him, Harry turned to Dumbledore.
"Ron and Hermione are in there! We want to help." Dumbledore didn't answer him, instead, saying the password and waiting for the portrait to open. When it did, they all gasped. The common room staircase was on fire. The blaze was moving fast across the room, going up the other stairs and licking Terry Boot's door. The heard a crash from one of the rooms and someone scream.
"Hermione!" Harry yelled and moved towards the stairs. Dumbledore grabbed him just in time to watch the staircase collapse.
"No one is going up there. We must wait for the fire to turn off."
"Turn off! Albus, Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley might be dead!" McGonagall exclaimed. Dumbledore didn't reply. They all backed out of the room. That's when it happened. The fire made one last statement, bursting through the Head Boy's room then went out completely, as if it hadn't happened. The blackish green acid marks remained, scarring the room with reminders of what had just happened. Harry was the first one in the room, scrambling up the crumbled staircase and through the burned down doorframe. He stopped, taking in the devastation. The beams were all over the room, her bed destroyed. The windows looked as if they had exploded. He looked around franticly, looking for any sign of life. Ginny arrived to the top of the mound, standing behind him, gazing over his shoulder.
"Oh no…" she groaned. They heard the teachers reach the top also. Harry entered the room, stepping over the ashes of chairs and portraits that used to stand beautifully in the room. He looked over to one beam and began to push it when it crumpled at his touch. Shifting the debris, he caught sight of a hand. Grabbing the hand he pulled.
"Ron!" Ginny exclaimed, running over and kneeling down. Helping Harry, they pulled him out, gasping and choking. They laid him down and examined him carefully. Ginny took his face. His eyes were closed.
"Ron! Ron wake up!" He was bleeding all over and his leg was twisted in such a grotesque angle that Ginny had to look away. Harry placed his head against Ron's chest. He grew scared.
"He's not breathing." Ginny grabbed his hand and felt his wrist. Her voice trembled.
"There's no pulse!" Harry didn't want to hear that. He searched for any sign of life.
"I found Granger." Hagrid called. Harry looked up to see him see Hermione's limp body being carried out by the big man.
"Is she alive?" Hagrid didn't answer. "Is she alive?" Harry persisted, getting anxious. When Hagrid finally answered, giving Hermione's trampled, lifeless body to a shocked and speechless Hagrid, his voice was small and hesitant.
"She's not breathing."
A/N: Dun! Dun! Dun! OH NO! WHAT HAVE I DONE! (Most of you can expect this from me!) Live with it! HA HA HA AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! (chokes and needs to take a breather...)
x-Drama-Queen93-x-: You'll definitly be on the edge after this one!
ronhermione: I always continue!
ronandmion4ever: THERE YOU ARE! I was waiting patiently for you to show up... This is just for you then... have fun!
Wesker888: Interesting theory. But know... it doesn't have anything to do with what happened in the DOM, but as you all know, Ron was caught trying to get into the DOM so maybe it does have something to do with what's in there but no it doesn't have anything to do with what happened in 5th year.
PS: I'll give you all a hint: It does have something to do with a brain... That's it...
Good idea though Wesker888.
Shall I do a chappie tease and ruin it... or shall I let your imaginations run wild... Maybe I'll do both:
Harry collapsed on the couch motioning for her to come over. Ginny moved closer and sat down next to him, needing his touch to assure her and to calm her. He looked down at her. Taking her face in his hands he kissed her lightly. She pulled away.
"What was that for?" He looked her over, wiping away the tear stains.
"You're so calm." She bit her lip and shook her head.
"I still can't believe it..." she murmured and looked back to the fire. She frowned. "What's going to happen?" Harry pulled her into a hug.
"I don't know... with Ron..." He stopped, letting the words hang. She looked up at him.
"With Ron gone..." Harry nodded, the scene of what had happened earlier that week playing in his head.
"Yeah... gone..."