Hey guyss.
Sorry for the LONG delay!! I've been stressed for the last couple months, and I haven't got to a computer till now.
I am much older now. This story how it began sucked, I'll admit. I wanna delete it, but since I'm already in the middle of the story I guess I'll just finish it.
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Ron woke up slowly, seeing a ladies face in front of him. It was the nurse's old woman face. Great thing to wake up to.
"Hello!" the nurse said, in a happy tone. "Someone came about 30 minutes ago, your sister I believe. She seemed in such a rush.."
"Ginny came?" this immediately woke him up. "Do you know where she is?"
She shook her head. "She never told me. She came in, saw you were sleeping and bolted out the door."
"I.. I think I'm going to go now." He said, his body was still in some pain when he got up but he could handle it.
"Don't get yourself in more trouble, Mr. Weasley. You should be lucky it was only some bruises, sometimes people get broken bones.
He looked at her hazily. "Mhm, gotcha." he said as he tried to walk as normal was possible, he didn'[t want to spend a moment more than he had to in this hell hole of a place. Somewhere out there, is a crazy red-headed nut that's running around the whole school crying, a very depressed book worm and a cruel ferret.
And somehow, he was linked to everyone of them. While he walked out, he took advantage of his surroundings, knowing that it will get worse than this. That he's going to be begging to die once in his life. And somehow, he had to save each of these problems. He no longer felt the jealously of Harry getting all the power, underestimating what he really had to deal with. He felt a little of a hero inside of him, that if he could survive this year making everything okay, that he could be his own hero in the end; maybe everything would be equaled out.
While he walked, he stared down onto the floor. He seemed to be a bad luck magnet lately. Anything was bound to happen with him around, the ceiling could collapse, just surrounding him. It wouldn't surprise him any bit. Actually, he wished that was his only problem right now. He walked upstairs to his common room, hopefully with no more interruptions. His mood became to very ticked off, even the slightest move would bother him.
"Hey, Ron," a very angelic voice toward near him. "you're out. I missed seeing you walk aimlessly around the halls."
He smiled without humour. His body -and mind for that fact- were very tired. He was always truely happy with Hermione around, but right now it felt to much to bother knowing that he smiled, but he wasn't completely happy. He tried his best to do anything, he's been thinking maybe it's just not worth it anymore.
He could never give up on Hermione. And somehow... this will all work out. Somehow. That word seemed to revolve around his thoughts lately.
"How have you been? Better, I hope. I am truely sorry for wha-"
"Stop apologizing, it's okay, 'Mione," he said, "I'm fine now, see?" He was going to smile full way, but he almost forgot he had lost a tooth.
"Okay," she said, "It really meant a lot what you did."
"I'm only doing what you're scared to do." He spilled out.
And suddenly the tension got thick. She gave him a look of hurt and shock at the same time. There was no bother to take back the words he just said, he meant them. For once, Hermione was scared and Ron had to do what had to be done. Even if this meant.. Well, what just happened.
She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it quickly. This happened a couple times until her voice was finally working."Ron.." she said just before she gave him a hug. He was confused at first until he put his arms wrapped around her too, it suddenly felt like this was suppose to happen. This is happiness. This was going to stop soon.
"I like you, Hermione," he whispered into her ear, "I like you, a lot."
He felt her breathe onto him, it brought chills to his spine to feel this way. "Ron," she mumbled into his neck, "I like you."
This was what he always wanted. This was what he dreamed of and thought about all of this year. But this was definitely not what he wanted. He wanted this to be romantic and just them two. Life couldn't be that easy. He didn't want to let go of her, not yet. He didn't know how better this could get. Ever. He put his hands through her brown curls. He could sense her smiling. He'd go through the punch over and over again, this was so worth it.
"But that doesn't really matter though, eh?" he mumbled. He suddenly felt remorse about what he said - but it's true nonetheless. She was smart enough to know that, too. Well, actually he started to doubt how smart she really is. She sighed and slowly let go of him. He instantly felt alone again. He bit his lip. This wasn't going to solve anything, that was for a fact.
Her eyes had pain in them. He didn't know what to say to that emotion. He'd rather deal with that then see her go through it. "That wasn't suppose to happen. You weren't suppose to say that." She said, as if she had everything she wanted to say in plan. He wasn't really paying attention much to her words, he was much distracted remembering her scent on his skin, how her hair feels in his hands, what else would feel nice in his hands..
Too far. He came back into reality, with Hermione still stand right next to him on the stairs. Since they were already in this conversation, he decided to stay on it until he pushed his limit. Wasn't that always like him? Always? Yep. "Why are you still with him, Hermione? Why can't you notice.." he paused for a second, over thinking his words. "I like you, Hermione. You.. you don't like him. I can tell by the way you look at him and..well, the way you look at me. They're two different things."
He was ready for her to just bounce back on him. That's what she's been doing when she has no answers. He hadn't expected her to answer such a question, she was never the one to be proven wrong. That was one thing he had over Seamus, over anyone in that fact. He knew her so much. Maybe even better than herself. She knew he was serious, there was no way she could walk around this one. She took one deep breath and finally- she answered. "I, well, see.." she was tripping over her own words. "Oh my God," were her last words before she fainted on the stairs. It took just a fourth of a second for Ron to realize what happened, then he ran back down the stairs to catch her before more damage could be done.
This caused distraction. And distractions are called to have Seamus near somewhere. Ron quickly picked her up over his shoulders, and he understood why she passed out. He felt like he was carrying a skeleton and it almost disgusted him. How long has it since she ate? What else could of made this happen? While people were staring and making comments, he ran down back to where he wish he never had to be again- Hospital Wing. He didn't want this to happen, he just wanted to talk. Was he ever going to get an answer? Are they ever going to be together? All these questions drowned him back into his mind and less on reality.
"What happened?!" the nurse exclamed as he brought her in. She looked horrible now that he looked really close. Very sickly. His stomach turned when he noticed. She gave him a concerned and disgusted look, as if he did this.
"I donno, really. We were just having a normal conversation and then.. she fainted. We were walking up the stairs. I got her before it got worse. I really wish I wasn't here, seriously." he added the last sentence because she finally remembered who he was. She shook her head very little.
"I'll take her, Mr. Weasley. I'm sure there's nothing that serious, if there was I would of known before. She'll be fine in no time."
"I have nothing to do today, anyway. I want to be with her. Please? It's the least I can do for her. I don't know if she'll be fine." the guilt in his eyes took her in.
He followed the nurse to Hermione's hospital bed. He gently let her onto it, her body was just so fragile, on the verge of breaking.. it made him wanna puke on how much pressure he must of put her through to make her do that. He wondered if he ever did anything else to her, ever touched her..
He suddenly wanted to punch his face out. If he dared even to lay a hand on her, he's gunna flip. He looked back at the nurse.
"I'll be back in a second. I have to check what started it, and it might take a while. Don't leave her side."
She didn't even have to tell him that- he wasn't even thinking it. "Gotcha." he said, and turned to face Hermione's ill face. He caressed her cheek, trying to get her warm. "It'll be okay, Hermione. You'll be fine. Promise me you'll be fine." his hand went down to her hand, and never once did he let it go.
He knew they could never go back to what they were before. They couldn't be "just friends" it was either all or nothing. They didn't know how to act just friends. It wasn't possible. He knew three things.
1) She really did like him.
2) Hermione, with the help of Harry, is going to break up with him.
3) He was madly and deeply in love.
Seamus pushed and shoved through the crowd, curious to know what happened. It was when he hear "I wonder what happened to Hermione," "Is she gunna be okay?" "Did Ron have anything to do with it?" was when his thoughts about killing Ron came back. Ron was getting clue by clue with what really happened in his private life with Hermione, and it was getting him more pissed by the day. What did he think he was gunna do, take Hermione away from him? Hah! Never, she loves me way to much.
People kept moving in different directions, trying to get a close up of what really happened. He was trying to get in front, but to make problems worse- someone pulled him back from everything, to a private, less crowded area.
"What the- Oh, it's you." Seamus muttered as he saw the blonde Slytherin.
He rooled his eyes. "I did my job, everythings going to be fine."
Seamus' eyes widen. "Wh- What?! Really? Everything's going to be okay? Ron's..not gunna be in her life anymore?"
He laugh. "Not with this, he isn't." Draco gave Seamus a white envelope, it was wrinkled and on the front it signed, "To Ginny, from your big brother." "Don't bother to ask questions, just be happy I wasted my time getting that for some Gryffindor."
Seamus would of got pissed at that comment, but he was to distracted to rip the envelope open, getting a letter. Again, it was old and not in good care, it was readable though. Seamus' mouth opened a little when he was reading the whole thing. He had to read it again to make sure it was right, actually.
"I.. Hermione's going to hate him.. Malfoy you're a genius!" Seamus yelled at he put the note in his pocket. "This is going to change everything!"
"Yeah yeah, I know I am. And I know. Not that I care about your mudblood girlfriend, but whatever makes the Weasley's life more like Hell is worth the while."
He felt the note burning in his pocket, just wanting to get out in the open. This was going exactly how it was planned. He knew three things.
1) Everyday Ron and Hermione were getting more closer, which is bad.
2) Everyday Ron was figuring out what the big secret between him and Hermione was.
3) Hermione is never going to talk to Ron. Ever again.
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