Chapter two

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all the characters, all I own is the plot

Hey. Well yeah, I though I would write another chapter because I'm bored and felt like writing some fan fiction. Please tell me if you like it I didn't want to make it too alike to the Deathly Hallows book but it does have to have some parts to make it work so I'll edit it a bit to make it interesting. Enjoy3

"I'm sorry Ron"

Ron awoke, his eyes gradually adjusted to the brightness of a new day, he could hear the gentle plunking as rain hit the roof of the tent. As his eyes opened, the first thing he saw was Hermione's deep chestnut brown eyes gazing at him. Even first thing in the morning, deprived of food and any source of beauty products she looked beautiful. Her face seemed to sparkle in the sunlight that was shining through the window of the luxurious tent.

"What? Sorry? Why?" Ron asked, confused.

"About yesterday, about us arguing. I'm sorry." She said.

"Mione! You have nothing to be sorry for. It was me getting so angry over nothing. I'm the one that should be sorry. Not you. Come here" Ron was lying down on the sofa where he had slept all night, so he moved his torso up to where Hermione was leaning over him and wrapped his arms round her delicate body.

Harry walked in with a newspaper and a mug of tea in his hand. His heart warmed at the sight he saw. His two best friends acting as best friends should. Finally! He thought to himself.

"Nice to see you two getting along" He said, grinning.

Hermione broke away from Ron's bear-like clasp and beamed back at Harry.

"So what are we doing today Harry?" Ron asked, getting up from the sofa.

"We still need to figure out a way to destroy the locket. And by the way, it's someone else's turn to wear it. I've had It on all night…" Harry said, taking on the locket. He held out to Ron and Hermione.

Ron reached out and took the necklace from Harry's hands. He placed it gently around his neck.

"So." Hermione said, breaking the silence. "I probably should go and try and find some source of food. I'm starving."

Hermione got up and put on her coat. She was about to leave the tent but Harry stopped her.

"Listen!" He whispered.

"What?" Ron and Hermione asked.

"Harry, I need to get food. I'm starving!"
"Yeah. I haven't eaten in days. It's getting stupid…Hermione, go and find some food seriously!" Ron said rudely.

"Excuse me? Why don't you try finding food in this place! It's-"

"SHUT UP!" Harry said. Oh dear Merlin. I knew it wouldn't be long before they were arguing again.

"WHY?" Ron said, loudly.

"Because I can hear something!" Harry exclaimed. "Be quiet, there's someone outside the tent!"

Hermione gasped, Ron looked didn't look at all fazed

"Mione. You cast the muffliato charm over us right?" Harry asked her.

"Yes, I did! I did all the protective charms I know. Whoever it is won't be able to hear us or see us."

Ron went over and sat on the sofa. He was once again angry. He was starving and there's way Harry will let Hermione go out for food when there's someone else outside.

Hermione grabbed her beaded bag and rummaged around inside it.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked her.

"I want to be able to hear them properly." She said, producing an Extendable ear.

They listened to the conversation intently.

"Goblins!" Harry whispered to Hermione after they heard some of the muttering much clearer.

As they listened, they also heard the voice of Ted Tonks and Dean Thomas.

Whilst Hermione and Harry were listening Ron sat on the sofa bored out of his mind. He was tired, hungry and miserable. He hadn't even been able to release any sexual tension either, as Hermione and Harry were never to far away and were bound to hear if he started to make any noise. His mind wandered into dangerous territory. It was only interrupted about ten minutes later when Harry and Hermione had stopped listening in and came over and sat down next to him. He grabbed a cushion from the side and placed it over his crotch to save any embarrassment.

"Ginny-the sword-" Harry said.

"I know!" Hermione said, grabbing the beaded bag once again. This time she produced a picture frame from its mysterious depths.

"What?" Harry asked, gesturing to the frame.

"If somebody swapped the real sword for the fake while it was in Dumbledore's office, Phineas Nigellus would have seen it happen, he hangs right beside the case!" (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows page 247)

"Oh! That's good thinking Hermione! Professor Black? Can we talk to you?" He said to the frame.

Phineas slid into his portrait and began to talk to Harry and Hermione.

Ron slid of the sofa and walked into the bathroom. He sat on the edge of bath tub. He was feeling very strange. He wasn't quite sure what it was. It was a mixture of many different emotions and it left him feeling on edge. Part of him was angry. Harry and Hermione never listen to him. He loved them, obviously, but sometimes they can be so ignorant. They haven't even moved from the postitions on the sofa and haven't even wondered where he went. If something happened to him right now, it would take them a while to notice. He was also feeling sad. Sad that last night, Hermione admitted to having feelings for him but acts like a completely different person around him. Ron found it hard to believe that she loved him; she never acts very lovingly towards him. He couldn't make up his mind if he liked her in that way or not. He'd never really thought of her in a love kind of way. Well, not a sexual type of love. He loved her as a friend, of course he did. But could he imagine kissing her? Touching her? He shuddered. It felt so wrong to think of her like that. Sick, just because she's a woman it doesn't mean he should feel attracted to her does it? That brought him back to his other feeling. He was a normal teenage boy after all and couldn't help feeling like he was at that particular moment. If I'm quiet he thought I may well be able to…

Ron appeared from the bathroom ten minutes later. Just as he thought, Harry and Hermione were still on the sofa, hadn't even thought about where Ron had been. He walked over and sat next to them. They didn't even acknowledge him.

Hermione was busy stuffing the portrait into the beaded bag. When it was in she smiled a huge smile.

"Harry! The sword! It can destroy horcruxes!" She gasped.

"I know, I know! We just need to find out where Dumbledore hid the real sword…" He said, thinking.

"Well, not at Hogwarts. Hmm…"

"What about in Hogsmead?" Hermione asked him.

"The Shrieking Shack? No body ever goes there…"

"But Snape knows how to get in, seems a bit risky don't you think?"

"Dumbledore trusted Snape, remember." Harry reminded her.

"Not enough to tell him that he had swapped the swords…" Hermione muttered.

"Your right, he must have hidden far away from Hogsmead then. Ron? Ron? Ron what do you think?" Harry asked, turning to his friend.

"Oh! Remembered me have you? You two have been so busy you seemed to forget I was here!" Ron said angrily. He didn't know why, he just suddenly felt so angry.

"What? What's your problem Ron?" Harry asked him.

"You two have just been sorting all this stuff out and you couldn't give a shit about me. I could have wandered off out of this tent and you two wouldn't even notice!"

"Ron, don't be so stupid!" Hermione gasped. Why is he acting so strange? Hermione thought.

"Oh so I'm stupid am I? I'm not perfect like him am I. No, I don't know loads of spells. I'm not brave and courageous. Nope. I'm stupid, dumb Ron. I'm not the boy who lived am I? I'm nothing in your eyes!!!" Ron shouted. He didn't even know what he was saying. Words spewed out of his mouth like vomit, twisting and changing from what he wanted them to say to what was actually coming out of his mouth.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Harry shouted.

"You heard me. I'm not perfect like YOU am I harry? No. Far from it. This stupid hunt is so pointless! You don't even know what your doing! You have no idea where to find this sword. We've been here for weeks and we've barely achieved anything!"

"What? I don't know what I'm doing? I know more than you that's for certain! You haven't contributed at all to this. All you've been doing is lazing around complaining. Were the ones doing all the work! You've done fuck all!" Harry shouted.

Hermione was scared, she started to back away. She had never seen Harry and Ron argue like this before. She had, of course heard Ron shout. But this time it was different. She couldn't quite figure out what was different, but she knew there was. Normally when Ron got mad you could tell he was only arguing because he's stubborn and is just angry. But this time, he seems to genuinely be mad at Harry. He's being actually mean this time, and she did not like it at all.

"And you! Your just adding to it aren't you! It's obvious you want it to just be you and him. I can tell. You don't want me here spoiling your fun, You just want to lay around reading about stupid fucking horcuxes and shagging Harry!!" Ron shouted at her viscously.

"Ron! What are you talking about! Shagging Harry? Why on Earth would…Why…?!" Hermione stumbled, ensure how Ron could possibly of come to the conclusion that she liked Harry when he was so clearly the only object of her desire.

Ron was getting scared; he had completely lost all control over himself. He didn't know what it was; he was no longer in control over his body. He knew in his mind that what he was saying was completely wrong but for some reason he couldn't stop saying it. He knew that Hermione loved him, not Harry. But his body was just saying what it wanted to.

"Take off the locket Ron. Take it off. That's what's having this affect on you. Take it off!" Hermione pleaded.

Ron ignored her and continued to shout.

"I don't even know why I'm still here. We've only found one horcrux and it's not like were very close to finding another!" He shouted.

"Fine. GO then! If you don't want to be here, then just go!" Harry shouted.

"No, Harry! Don't tell him that, it's not Ron. It's the locket. He can't control himself!" Hermione said to him.

"No it's not the locket; he's always been a bastard. A coward. Leave Ron. Just go." Harry shouted.

"Fine! I will go!"

Ron stormed off into the thundering rain.

"Ron! Don't go! Please!" Hermione shouted after him.

Ron stared at her. For a split second the blue eyes were his own and he ached to rush back to her. But then the locket took control once more.

He disparated.

"Noooo!" Hermione yelled, tears flooding down her face. She ran out to where Ron had been and cried out.

"Ron! Roooonnn! Please come back! Ron!" She moaned. She lay freezing cold on the mossy forest floor weeping. The rain continued to pour, soaking her completely.

She closed her eyes and thought of Ron, alone. He could get killed. She might never see him again.

She felt strong arms around her carry her inside and place her in a bed.

She fell asleep with tears in her eyes.