Hermione lifted herself up fiercely only to feel her head throb, causing her body to ache all over the place. She dropped back onto her pillow and thought of another approach.
"Why did you bring me here? I had left for so long and yet you still went looking for me. Why couldn't you let me be?" Hermione said, screaming the last part. She knew she had frightened her red-haired friend; she felt the atmosphere change around her.
Blood drips
Enchantment fades
Dry lips
Illuminates the hate
"Hermione, if I hadn't come for you, you would have died!" He paused for a moment and looked at the window. "Look, I wanted to find you no matter what. You left without anything; not even a letter to where you were going after you found your parents. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't go looking for you." Hermione didn't dare look at him; she didn't dare look into those soft blue eyes of his. She had thought she lost him, but it was the other way. He had lost her.
"Ron, you don't understand. I'm not supposed to be here; I'm supposed to be at my flat, not here in yours. You just don't understand."
"Then let me!" he screamed, making Hermione wince. Tears stung her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them out. "For three years Hermione, I didn't hear from you. You just expect me to forget you; forget everything that we had?" he said, standing up and leaning against the door. "I can't Hermione, I just can't." He looked at Hermione one last time and then opened the door and left.
That comes and goes
Inside everyone
But bestows a gift
Prolonging a sinful sun
Hermione stared at the door for a long time, wishing it would never open again. She knew Ron was mad; mad at her for leaving, but he didn't know what she went through…he would never know, Hermione hoped. She turned her head to the side, staring at the sun that peaked out of the shades. As a tear fell down her cheek, she heard a bird chirp a soft tune. A tune she would carry all her life.
After what seemed like years, Hermione woke up. Her stomach growled as she lifted herself up from the bed. A tray of food lay on her bed: chicken soup, a big piece of bread, a hot cup of Strawberry tea and a rose. Hermione crawled to the food she missed and started attacking it as if she was an animal. She hadn't had normal food for two years already. She bought frozen foods and fruits at the store, but that was it. To have a home cooked meal was like heaven in her mouth. She took a deep breath as she swallowed down the last spoonful of chicken soup. She had eaten everything except the rose, which she took and smelled. Roses had a special smell that Hermione always loved, but this one smelled nothing like a rose. To her it smelled like Ron; the smell she missed all these years.
As happiness drips
In tears of misery
Its seeps
Unwittingly
Goodbyes shape the heart
The soul utters the path
Lifeless opens darts
To help open the rose of Death
She put the tray, which all the food had been on, on the floor and stood up. She felt bloated to the stomach and could finally feel her hands again. But, she was still weak; weaker then a dog on a dreary day. She wanted to go back to her flat, to cry all night and force herself to breathe every time she woke up from the floor; but something that hadn't been there before told her not to; something she knew was hope.
She shook the thought from her head and walked to the door. As she opened it, the smell of food hypnotized her.
"That smell," she said as she walked to where the smell was coming from. She hadn't had a feeling like this since she was at the Burrow and she knew she wouldn't have it in a long time.
As she walked into the kitchen, she stopped abruptly for, in the kitchen, Ronald Weasley was cooking food in his underwear. Hermione's eyes popped open and she quickly turned around. She took a deep breath and slowly walked away, making sure not to make a noise. But that didn't work for she had stumbled right into a box that was on the floor and was now jumping around, holding her toe. She cursed herself for being so clumsy.
"Oi, Hermione are you alright," she heard Ron say as he ran to her. She released her toe, as she felt Ron's warm hand go around her shoulder. Hermione turned around, her eyes closed and nodded.
She suddenly felt the room spin as the aroma of the food made her sway side to side; collapsing on the floor, she tried to open her eyes, but her conscious was slowly slipping as she tuned into a soft slumber.
A tune so familiar stung her ears as Hermione woke up. The birds outside chirped the tune that she had etched in her memory. Slowly, she tried to regain conscience. Fluttering open her eyes, she was in the same bed that she was only a mere while ago. Hermione looked around the room. There he was…Ronald Weasley in a white shirt and black jeans, snoring loudly. Hermione stopped her train of thought. What was wrong with her? For the last couple of years she felt herself lose hope, feelings of agony and despair entering instead. And there she was, talking as if she had always been here…as she had always had him and nothing had ever changed.
Had him; Hermione had never used that word about Ronald Weasley…never. She took a deep breath and tried to make the feelings go away, but it seemed as if a new her was blossoming…the Hermione there was before her years of agony. But how could she feel this way? She only stayed in this house for less then forty-eight hours? How?
She
slowly got out of the bed and walked to where she saw her coat.
I
need to get out of here she said to herself.
As she opened the door slowly, she heard Ron stir, but he didn't
wake up. She ran down the hall and put on her coat as fast as she
could. The faster she left this place, the better.
Running down the stairs of the old flat building, she saw the door. Freedom she thought to herself. Running outside, she felt the air against her skin. But then she realized, she didn't even know where she was.
"Where am I to go!" she said frantically to no one in particular. She stood there for a moment, thinking about going to an alley, when a door behind her opened. Turning around, she saw Ron running toward her.
"RON LET ME GO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, I DON'T BELONG HERE," Hermione screamed as Ron held her by the waist.
"Her-mio-ne, calm down, just let me talk to you," he said through gritted teeth. Hermione squirmed around in his arms, trying to escape his grasp, but he was to strong.
"RON JUST LET ME GO PLEASE! I JUST KNOW I CAN'T LIVE IN A WORLD LIKE THIS! RON PLEASE!" Hermione was already crying so hard, trying to rip from him. He soothed her back, trying to calm her down.
"Hermione, we're in this together. I know you're still there; isolating yourself from everyone is just going to harm you."
"NO RON, YOU DON'T KNOW. RON YOU DON'T KNOW."
"Then let me know; let me find out. Hermione, please." Hermione suddenly stopped and dropped to her knees, crying her eyes out. She was too weak to fight him.
"You just don't get it, Ron. I live differently then you; I have for the past three years. You would never understand the person I am now, NEVER! I just want to go home and die peacefully, Ron," Hermione said through sobs. Ron was holding her. He picked her head up softly and looked at her eyes.
"I will always understand you Hermione Granger, no matter who you are. And if you don't let me, then I will find a way to. You can never escape me because I will always find you." Hermione looked at him, trying to avert her gaze, but her head wouldn't move.
She stood up suddenly, one of Ron's arms still gripping her waist tightly, and looked at the grass she had just been sobbing on. She heard the tune of the birds in the distance, the tune that was etched in her mind. Maybe there really was hope for her.