I didn't know whether to continue this story or to just leave it as a cliff-hanger. But you, the amazing readers, asked for more! And especially for Fluffy things r cute and me, I'll do a nice little flashback of what actually happened... So here is the second chapter to 'Don't Make Me Angry'!
'What are we going to do?'
Hermione and Ron sat together alone in Ron's room, they both sat on his bed; Harry's bed seemed to be haunting them, it was like it knew what Ron had done and how Hermione was now in on it.
'So it's "we" now?' Smiled Ron as Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed.
'Well, I suppose it is now, I know what happened, and when people find out-,'
'Hermione, who says that people will find out? I don't plan on spreading the news, do you?' Hermione quickly shook her head and carried on talking.
'If – happy now?' Ron gave her his lop-sided grin and nodded. 'People find out, I won't be able to deny that I was there and I don't think they'd believe me if I said I didn't know.' She turned to stare out of the window and thought of what her family, friends and teachers would think of her when – in her mind, there was no 'if' about it – they found out about it.
Ron could quite easily guess what she was thinking about; he took her hand and held it in his own.
'They won't know about you 'Mione, you were right when you first said this was my problem, not yours, I won't let them know about you and your part it in, okay? I was the one who...killed him. I promise.' Ron hadn't admitted out loud yet what he had actually done and as he said it, he felt a knot in his stomach untangle itself from the rest. Hermione smiled sadly at him and squeezed his hand; she knew he would do everything in his power to keep his promise, but she knew he could only try and keep it; it wasn't that she didn't trust Ron; it was just that she just couldn't see how she could get away with her part in the murder and its cover up. And all she could do was to hope that Karma didn't exist or would come at the pace of a dead tortoise
Her mind flashed back to that night which was only a few nights ago.
The night that had and would change Hermione's and Ron's life forever. A night that they would never be able to escape from. A night that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.
It had been a night like any; Ron, Hermione and Harry had been sitting in the tent's living area. Hermione had just cooked them a "dinner", which in Ron's mind was "a disgrace and insult to his taste buds". Ron was wearing the locket and was curled up in an annoyed and fed-up fashion on a very saggy chair; Hermione and Harry didn't blame him; he was used to his mum's and Hogwart's food, both of which made enough amazing food to feed the five thousand. The other two were used to going without decent food for a long period of time (in Harry's case) and food that didn't always taste amazing (in Hermione's case; her dad had never mastered the art of cooking and always insisted he cooked when Hermione came home). Hermione was reading "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" for what must have been the millionth time; she kept thinking that some message or sign would jump out from its words...none had come yet. Harry was trying to throw a small metal object into a metal bin which was a few metres away; he missed every time and every time he missed he would call the object back again and throw it again. And every time the object missed the bin, it would hit the bin and make a metallic hitting sound, which over time got rather annoying; Harry knew this but didn't have anything else better to do so carried on throwing and therefore causing that rather annoying metallic clash.
Hermione heard the noise but didn't listen to it; she was too tied up in her book to be annoyed by it. But Ron on the other hand...
Ron was hungry, annoyed, fed-up, bored, missing his family, worried, ill, upset and doing nothing. The noise quickly broke all patience and calm he had built up since his outburst at "dinner". Every clang seemed to bring up reasons as to why he hated where he was, which led to him thinking about how much he hated Mr. Potter and why that stupid boy would be so much off better dead. Ron just glared daggers at Harry, which Hermione saw and knew something very very bad, would happen if Ron got more irate.
'Harry, could you please stop that?' She smiled politely, she couldn't stand another row between the two; they had had one only last night, Ron had ran out into the night but had returned the next morning before they had left to go to another spot. Harry just smiled and stopped.
Half an hour had passed and Hermione said her goodnights and left for bed.
She had just fallen asleep when she heard yelling, crashing and screaming.
Hermione ran out to see Ron beating Harry.
'YOU STUPID BASTARD!' Ron yelled, he allowed Harry to get back up, before pounding him back down. Harry had a bleeding – most likely broken – nose, a swollen and cut lip and many bruises on his uncovered skin, there was most likely more under his clothing.
Hermione stood in pure shook; Ron looked so angry and hellish. She had never seen him that angry. As Harry crashed into a cupboard and slammed the floor, Hermione shook from her daze.
'RON!' She called his name again and again and again, each time he seemed not to hear; he was wrapped up in his rage.
Hermione did the most stupid thing in her life. She touched Ron's arm, in the hope he too would awake from his trance-like state.
Ron swung around and hit her.
It was the shock he needed.
He had always been taught never to hit a woman, yes he could aim a curse at them, but hitting females was wrong and frowned upon. And he had just hit Hermione, his closest friend, who also happened to be female.
The Hell faded from his blue eyes and he ran to her.
''Mione... 'Mione...please...I-I'm so so sorry...please.' Ron gently shook her as she lay on the floor. She moaned and opened her eyes. Ron smiled as he looked into her brown eyes.
'Come on, let's get you sorted...sorry.' He apologized again and carried her like a small child and made her sit on a kitchen worktop. He got her tissues as her nose began to bleed, he assured her it wasn't broken – living with five other brothers, four of which played Quidditch and liked to get themselves into dangerous situations, meant Ron was very skilled at knowing when a nose or any other bone was broken or fractured.
Hermione allowed Ron to tend to her bleeding nose and to check her over. He gave her two muggle paracetamol tablets which she took gladly; the sudden crash onto the floor had given her a rather large headache.
For a few minutes, they sat cuddled together on Hermione's bed, before Hermione remembered the reason why she had woken up, why she had gotten out of bed, why she had received a rather large punch from an angry Ron, why she had had a bleeding nose, why she had this fading headache...
'Harry,' she whispered at first. 'HARRY!'
She pushed herself away from Ron and ran to the living room, Ron watched confused as she run, before it all came flooding back to him...
But reminiscing would have to wait; Hermione screamed.
Ron ran to see Hermione looking wide-eyed at something behind the worn sofa with her hands over her mouth. When she saw Ron, she just pointed at him.
'Murderer.'
'What?' Ron whispered as he shook his head, indicating he didn't have a clue as to what she meant...then the Galleon plummeted. 'Merlin.'
Ron couldn't take it in, he didn't believe her, she was wrong, Harry wasn't dead, just a bit battered...
He gently pushed past her and looked at Harry. He didn't look too good.
His arms and legs had boned which pointed out in wrong directions; both eyes were swollen and jet black; all uncovered skin had angry purple and black bruises; his lip was badly cut and puffy; his nose obviously broken and dried blood covered the bottom of it and his lips.
"He's just a bit worse for wear, that all, he's not dead." Thought Ron optimistically. Ron felt for a pulse...
'Shit.' Ron closed Harry's eyes; it was the least he could do.
Ron looked for Hermione and he saw that she had been sick and was now curled up on the floor crying and shaking.
''Mione,' Ron started to walk over to her but she was having none of it.
'GET AWAY...get away,' she added with a whisper, broken by what she had just seen.
'Please...I didn't-,'
'DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME YOU DIDN'T MEAN TOO!' She screamed before she utterly and completely broke down.
Ron knew he was screwed.
Ron came and hugged her as she cried; soon she fell asleep in his arms.
Hermione had been asleep for an hour when she heard movement. She opened her eyes to see Ron walking with a blanket over towards the sofa. The most of her sadness had passed with the tears and sick but now she was just angry.
Ron jumped when Hermione yelled his name.
'RON!'
'Bloody hell...sorry 'Mione.'
'You're thinking of that night, aren't you?' Said Ron as he watched her.
'Yeah...'
'I am truly sorry for what I've done, you must know that Hermione,' Ron said sincerely, but still not all of him agreed that he was truly sorry. But Hermione believed – hoped – he was truly sorry and nodded.
'You never did tell me how you and Harry got into that fight...well how you ended up beating him...too death,' she whispered the last part; part of her couldn't believe that Harry was actually dead and that Ron had been his killer.
Ron smiled sadly and told her what had happened.
Ten minutes after Hermione had left; Harry had begun throwing his piece of metal again. Ron's annoyed level reached exploding point again – it hadn't had time to reach its normal, calm level – yet he didn't say anything; he expected Harry to realise how annoyingly stupid he was being. But he didn't.
'Bloody hell! Will you stop fucking throwing that fucking piece of bloody metal!' Ron said angrily but not yelling; he didn't want to wake a maybe-sleeping Hermione; hell hath no fury like a woken Hermione.
'Sorryy,' shot back Harry, sounding irritated at being told to stop.
Ron grunted and laid his head back down, thinking a sleep would do him good. He closed his eyes.
A few minutes later...
Clang...clang...clang...clang.
'Bloody hell! I told you to stop it! Did you not hear me, you dickhead?' Ron was annoyed.
He untangled himself and sat on the edge of his chair, his body language defensive and aggressive.
'Yes I did, idiot.' Harry was also furious but had been hiding it well; he still wasn't over his and Ron's fight last night.
Ron stood up, pulling out his chest and standing up to his full height; Harry did the same but threw the metal once more at the bin.
Clang.
'I'll break you.'
'I'll make you run back to your mummy crying.'
'I'll do the same...wait...your mummy's dead.' Ron smirked, maybe that was a little below the belt but it got him the reaction he wanted. Harry lunged for him.
Smash.
'Not so tough now are we, Potter.'
'I'll fucking kill you Weasley.'
Crash.
'No, I'll kill you Potter.' And neither of them realised how true those words were.
'You can fucking try.'
Bang.
'Ok, Ok, Ron, please, please, just stop, it's enough now, please.' But Ron wasn't listening.
Thud.
Thud.
''Mione... 'Mione...please...I-I'm so so sorry...please.'
'I did tell him to stop it.' Smiled Hermione sadly. 'What was his throwing anyway?' Asked Hermione curiously.
Ron chuckled.
'A ring that I gave him when we first met. It was a best friend ring.' Ron smiled at the irony. 'I have the partner ring, when you're in trouble the other ring burns and glows red, alerting your friend that you need their help.' Ron smirked.
Hermione allowed herself a small smile.
'Did it burn? Or glow?'
'No, I checked afterwards, and considering what trouble Harry was in you'd think it'd still have been hot. It wasn't even warm. It didn't even have a slight hint of red.'
'Why?' Asked Hermione curiously; the ring would have still burned even if it was Ron that was causing Harry to need the help.
'When you stop being friends, the charm breaks, stops working. I don't know how it knows but it does. The charm won't work until it's given to someone who you care about, someone who you'd give your life for.' Hermione nodded understanding.
'Did you take it from him?'
'I didn't actually take it from him; it was lying next to the bin from when he had last thrown it. And of course I did! They're not cheap or common, you know! They get passed from grandfather or father to grandson or son; it's like a tradition in our family. I got mine from my uncle, who has no children and doesn't plan to have any, and is now "removed" from our family,' Hermione looked inquisitively at him; Ron smiled at her. 'It's a long story.' Hermione rolled her eyes; he wasn't going to tell her.
'You're going to keep it then.'
'Well, what would be the point in that? I've got a ring that could potentially save my life and I'm not going to give it to anyone.' Ron grabbed two rings from a small shelf behind him.
He placed one on his left index finger and grabbed the same finger of Hermione's and placed it on hers.
'If you'll have it?' Ron smiled shyly at her, she nodded; she didn't care if the only reason she had was because the past owner was dead. 'I was going to give it to you at the wedding, but I never got a chance. And Harry wouldn't let out of his sight.'
Hermione blushed; Ron really did care about her and it seemed not just in a friend kind of way.
She studied the ring. It was beautiful. It was thin and silver but had the most intricate and stunning design on it, it must have been handmade. And from what Ron had said, it was very old, yet the design was still clear and the silver shone like the stars on a jet black night. The design, itself, was thin lines weaved together – Hermione guessed they were meant to represent the owners of the rings; two people whose lives were entwined with each other – but when she looked closer and twisted the ring around on her finger, she saw that the lines were actually two snakes, whose eyes were the brightest green jewels that she had ever laid eyes on.
'Hmmm, something smells good Mrs. Weasley.'
'Please call me Molly, dear.' She smiled and her smile grew when she noticed the ring on Hermione's finger; she knew what it was but wondered how Ron, who she saw had the partner ring, had come to get these two special rings; they had belonged to a "brother" of hers who was a traitor, liar and a million other things that were not good for anyone's ears.
The family had begun to eat when Lupin burst in with Tonks and another man Ron couldn't name behind him.
'What is it!' Molly had shot up out of her chair.
'We've found Harry's body!'