Hey hey hey guys! I don't know if you guys will happy with me or upset with me for having a spark of inspiration to write this chapter, because it's so short! But I feel it's important to the plot. I hope you guys do too. As always, read and review please!
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Reality crashed on Hermione's euphoric state as she heard the red head's voice. Eyes popping open, she stopped what she was doing, but didn't dare move any farther from the blonde she just claimed as her own. Ron's glare faltered into a look of disappointment as tears threatened to leave his eyes. The only one he ever loved, was now lost to the enemy.
Harry decided to break the awkward silence between the four. "It's good to see you're doing better, 'Mione. We weren't sure how much longer we could hold on to hope," he gave a genuine smile to assure Hermione there was no sarcasm.
She turned a tint of red remembering they way they caught her and Draco. "Thank you, Harry," she remembered her disoriented state upon waking up earlier, "where are we?"
"Bill and Fleur's house. They offered it as a safe house for the Order during the war," Ron spoke in a soft yet indifferent tone, trying not to show the anger and hurt through his voice.
"Oh wonderful; we all made it out there safe then," She cracked a soft smile.
"Well, not all of us," Harry croaked a bit. He didn't want to be reminded in the slightest. "We lost...Dobby…"
Putting a hand to her mouth and stopping the threatening tears, Draco felt it was time for him to fill his role as comforter with a consoling hug. Ron stiffened at this display of affection and Harry held him back, deeming him potentially dangerous to the budding couple.
"Hey, um, Draco?" Harry grabbed the back of his neck in distress as he struggled to make a smooth intervention, "I think Hermione and Ron have some things to work out. I'm going to get you caught up, yeah?" giving the Slytherin prince a knowing look as he started for the door.
Draco gave a big huff but complied to his now ex arch enemy, knowing full well what they needed to talk about. He gave Hermione a comforting squeeze on the knee and followed after Harry out the door.
After that, the room became so quiet you could hear a rat piss on cotton.
They avoided each other's eyes, darting from object to object, appreciating the detail of the wallpaper, searching for figures in the clouds, anything they could to forget they were in the same room together. But Ron could never keep quiet for too long...
"How long?"
She finally looked up and saw his tear streaked face, immediately wishing she hadn't. "How long what?" she softly replied.
"You know bloody well what!" He raised his voice a little, getting closer to her bed, "How long have you and that bloody ferret been getting a leg over on each other?"
"Ronald! I haven't sl-"
"This wanker has been on our bad side for years, years! He's treated us like the lowest of the low for no reason whatsoever. And you wanna roll in the sack with him? He's a bloody Death eater for Merlin's sake! He serves Voldemort, he's evil, and he tortures and kills your kind!
She was tired of his bollocks. "And what exactly is my kind, Ronald?" she paused for a reply she knew she wasn't receiving, "Your ignorant, impulsive rants towards me will not be tolerated any longer! You're the whole reason I left in the first place; with the very same derogatory term that we're fighting for! Or did you forget on your time off from horcruxe hunting how you were raised; who you grew up with. The reason why I'm with him is because I see the good in him; I've seen how much his own ideas have developed since our first year. How much he's matured," she kept back the tears with every ounce of strength Godric Gryffindor had given her, "...and I wish I could say the same about you. I loved you before I even knew what love is. I gave you my all and you didn't even acknowledge that I was a girl let alone decent enough for your eyes until third year. AND YOU STILL SNOGGED LAVENDER IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE HOUSE! You think I was prepared for that? You think I could handle my heart being crumbled in my face on top of some metaphorical spaghetti bolognese for everyone to enjoy?! I was hurt; and you couldn't even see it. I'm with him, indirectly, because of you. And before you ever accuse me of sleeping with someone again, you better get through that thick head of yours a sense of who you're talking to." And with that, the first tear fell, breaking her facade of strength. Ron knew he had gone too far.
He slumped onto the foot of the bed and bowed his head down. "Is it too late to say I'm sorry?"
Her glare at him slightly softened as she realized his understanding of the severity of his actions. Accepting that there is a problem is the first step.
"We'll see what you can do about to fix your ways."
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