Worth it?
Chapter 2:
Disclaimer- If I owned this. I'd be J.K. Rowling. And I'm not.
Just like to thank all the reviewers. Ha, Hermione's eyes brown got it. I feel like an idiot... blonde moment I guess.
Anyway... the next chapter. :). Oh and thanks to everyone who put this on story alert. :)
Last chappy:
"Ssshhh... Don't cry, Hermione. Please. I'll fix it. I'll talk to him tomorrow, alright?"
Hermione sniffed and nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry for ruining our date, Ron."
Ron smiled, "There will be plenty of others right?"
Hermione laughed. "Yeah..."
He loved her. That was it. Everything about her. Her smile. Her eyes. Her personality. Every little thing. He loved her. He would die for her, he would do anything for her. That was why he was going to go and talk to Harry as soon as possible. Not that he wouldn't even if he hadn't promised. He would say anything to get those tears away, her pain was his own. So this, this had to be fixed. The only question was how? Harry had been his best friend since... Ron scratched his head... ever! What eleven? Yeah, so thats like seven years!
What made him feel even more ashamed was that he hadn't even noticed. His whole world revolved around Hermione. That was it. No if's and's or but's about it. But when Harry came, he would die for him too. Harry was his best friend. Is you, idiot, you didn't get in a fight with him! Harry is your best friend! Ron thought. Why hadn't he noticed? Would he had even noticed if Hermione hadn't mentioned it? His orange bangs flopped in front of his eyes.
A knock on the door brought him from his thinking.
"Uh... Who is it?" Ron hollared, not feeling much like getting up and walking to the door, opening it, this was just much more simple. Plus, he was in a rather foul mood.
He had been home for about an hour. Hermione went straight to her room. And so Harry hadn't been here. He said something about bathroom (I don't know what the british call bathrooms, loos right? Well I call them restrooms, bathrooms,etc. I'm American. But Harry's in the shower so loo just doesn't sound right...) The face that peeked her head around the door surprised him. "Oh, hey" he muttered to his little sister. She eyed the room, "Where's Harry?"
"Oh, he's not here, I think he mentioned something about..." Ginny closed the door and eyed him wearily. She seemed to be searching for something.
"What are you lookin' at?" he mumbled, laying down on his bed, his hands behind his head.
Ginny glared at him. "Ron. Your my brother. But sometimes you can be such an idiot!" She said harshly.
Ron sat up, anger rising in his blue eyes, ready to defend himself. "What the ? I haven't even done anything!"
"Exactly! Not one thing! Just keep on chatting along like nothings happened! Have you not realized? I know your slow, Ron. But not this stupid!"
"What are you talking about?" Ron had an idea of what she was talking about, but he wasn't for certain.
"Don't give me that rubbish! Your just an ignorant, self absorbed..."
"Is this about Harry?" Ron said, his voice unusually calm.
This stopped Ginny's tirade in an instant. She eyed him suspiciously. The anger that burned in her eyes evaporated in a blink of an eye, and something that could only be described as sadness. Her blue eyes glistened due to the fact of Ron's lights were so dim.
"How could you do that to him, Ron? He's your best friend, right? I know Hermione is important to you. But lately, I think Harry's been feeling...like a burden or something. He never tells me, but... his eyes... Ron, please" her voice seemmed pleading, "talk to him, do something! If not for him, then for me. I hate to see him like this! Its so awful!" Just then Harry walked in the room. Ginny spun around.
He stopped and gazed at them suspiciosly. His hair was damp, and he already had changed into his pajamas.
"Erm... Am I interrupting something?"
Ginny glared at Ron. "No. No. Nothing at all, right Ron?"
Ron sighed and nodded. "Nope..."
"Well, I'm tired. Night Ron, Harry" she pecked Harry on the cheek. Ron made a gagging noise. Ginny turned, daggers burning in her eyes. "So its alright if you go and snog Hermione all you want" Ron's face flushed beet-red. "But when I kiss my boyfriend on the cheek you act like its the worse crime in the world.!"
"Hermione isn't my sister."
"Thank God for that."
Ginny left the room, anger burning in her eyes at Ron and she hugged Harry goodnight.
"Did I mention... that I will kill you if you hurt her?" Ron said, his tone was amused.
Harry licked his lips. Ron laughed, "Don't worry, mate. Not literally. I know you won't hurt her. More likely she's gonna hurt you with an attitude like that. Don't know how you can put up with her..."
Harry smiled, "Ginny doesn't really have that bad of a temper..." Ron sighed in disagreement, he gave him a look.
"Do you and Ginny really snog?" Ron asked in a hushed tone.
"Do you and Hermione" was his curt reply.
Ron's face reddened. He mumbled something under his breath.
Next morning. Breakfest.
Saturday.
"Good morning, Weasleys'! Hermione, Harry" Mr. Weasley's voice boomed through the groggy people that sat at the dining room table. Ron yawned and mumbled a reply under his breath. George nodded, sipping his drink. Harry wiped the sleep from his eyes, and placed his glasses back on their usual place. Ginny was leaning back in her chair, and Hermione smiled, she seemed the only one awake at the moment. Mrs. Weasley entered the dining room and beamed, he kissed her head in a greeting as she placed breakfest on the table.
"So what are the plans for today?" Mr. Weasley asked, folding his napkin (after they all finished their meal) on his lap. Mrs. Weasley (I tried writing their first names you know, the parents, but it looks weird cuz I don't call my parents their first names so yeah... you can just pretend their first names are there if you don't like it.) smiled, her eyes twinkling as she glanced at Ginny and Hermione fondly.
"We're going shopping! Well that is Ginny, Hermione and I. Seeing as I don't think the boys would want to come" Ron coughed. "You know for Ginny."
Mr. Weasley laid the newspaper aside, "Yes! Our Ginny's last year of Hogwarts! Don't you remember as we waved goodbye to her as she left on the Hogwarts Express for the first time? You've definately grown Ginny" Ginny was looking at her plate as if it was very interesting. Harry playfully nudged her. She glared at him in answer.
"Well I'm sorry, but I have to some things to take care at the ministry today." Mr. Weasley said.
Mrs. Ginny looked up concerned, "Didn't you work last weekend?"
He shook his head, "Well I better get going. Don't you fret, Molly. I love you. As you Ginny, Ron, George..." He nodded happily at Hermione at Harry.
Mr. Weasley left soon afterwards. Mrs. Weasley smoothed down her orange hair, the usual twinkle in her eyes slowly returning, "So it will just be you three boys here?"
George shook his head. "I have some things to do..."
"What sorts?"
George looked down sadly, "Just some stuff... for the ... shop" he mumbled. He hadn't changed the name of the shop yet and hadn't visited it in nearly a month.
Mrs. Weasley embraced him, tears sparkling in her eyes. "I'm sorry..." she started to say, but George stood, "I better go now..." he whispererd and left.
Minutes passed and Mrs. Weasley stood as if frozen to the spot where George had left her. A soft cough woke her from her trance, "Oh, my dears I'm sorry. I bet I gave you a scare. So Ron, Harry, you'll be here alone." She said changing the topic quickly.
Ron caught Hermione's gaze. "Yeah, it'll be just like old times, mate" Ron said patting him on the back. Harry wasn't so sure of what was going on, "Err... Sure" he said perplexed.
"Well, we'll be off then..." Mrs. Weasley said about a half hour later, from the kitchen, she was doing last minute chores. Harry stood and walked over to Ginny. "Have fun..." he smiled. She stared at him, and quickly hugged him. "Bye. And don't expect me to have too much fun. Every day brings me closer to leaving you." Harry lowered his head to her ear, "Yes, but everyday brings you closer to coming home" he whispered in her ear. She giggled, his breath tickled her ear. "I'm home now though" Their eyes met, "Exactly" he said and kissed her temple.
Ron stood in the corner with Hermione, he kept on looking over his shoulder towards his sister and Harry. "Ron, stop spying!" Hermione said in a rushed whisper. "I'm not spying! They're just there, in the bloody living room, practically snogging!" Hermione's brown eyes met his blue ones. "Ron. They're aren't even snogging!" "I said practically" Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't see why your so upset. They're just saying goodbye..." "I'm not upset..." He sighed and focused his attention on Hermiome. "She's just my sister, Hermione. Your right. I'm being dramatic. Its just I never noticed how much they... care about each other."
"Alright. Alright. Let's go!" Mrs. Weasley said joyfully. Ginny hugged Harry quickly. The three left by the travel of floo powder, leaving Ron and Harry standing in an awkward living room.
"So..." Ron said looking at Harry, "How have you been, mate?"
"Fine."
They sat in an awkward silence, "You?"
"Huh? Oh, I've been good, great actually."
"Good..." Harry said scratching the back of his neck.
"Erm... How's Hermione?"
"She's good. Worried lately..."
"Worried?"
"Yeah, about you..."
"Me? I'm fine." Harry said incredulously.
"You sure, mate? Haven't been acting yourself this past time. Quiet..."
"I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me. Alright?" his tone was defensive.
Ron glanced at him, "Are you sure your alright?" he asked.
Harry sighed, "Yeah. I'm fine"
"Cuz you know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
"Can you just drop it?" Harry shouted.
Ron didn't lower his gaze, but decided to change the subject. He said the only thing that came to mind. "Wanna go play Quidditch?" He said guesturing outside.
Harry looked up and a smile crept on his face, "Alright. But I'm seeker." "Mate, I think I already knew that. But its gonna be kinda hard with only two people." Harry shrugged, "I haven't played in ages. Let's go." Ron cheered inwardly, the first step to recover their broken friendship.
Later than evening.
The Burrow
"Hey Harry, wanna a butterbeer?" Ron shouted from the kitchen. "Uh.. sure" he called from their bedroom. It had been a long day, Harry had won most of the matches, but Ron did some impressive moves on the broomstick. He was currently changing his clothes (A/n no one likes to stay in sweaty, dirty clothes) A few minutes passed and Harry made his way downstairs. Ron was sitting at the kitchen table eating some food. There were two bottles of Butterbeer on the table, Harry sipped some of his beverage.
"Haven't played Quidditch in forever!" Ron suddenly exclaimed.
Harry laughed, "I haven't either..."
"Your better than me though."
"Not by much..." Harry commented.
Ron snorted in disagreement, he glanced towards the living room. "Where do you think they are?"
Harry shrugged, taking another sip of his drink, "Shopping... It's only 7:15."
"They've been gone since 1:00!"
Harry shrugged once again, "Girls like to shop..." was all he said.
"Dad and George aren't back yet. Maybe they went out to eat with mum or something..."Ron thought aloud.
Harry sighed, "They're fine, Ron" he said blankly.
"How do you know?"
Harry chuckled lightly, as amusing as this all was, Ron would continue to ramble on and on about things. He guestured to the clock. "Oh" was all Ron had said. Harry smirked to himself.
"So how's Ginny?" Ron asked, Harry eyed him wearily. "Fine." Ron fidgeted in his seat and took a long gulp of butterbeer, I wish I had firewhiskey, but mum would probaly murder me... "It has to be tough on you. You know Gin-" There was a loud CRACK! And Hermione appeared beside them. "Bloody hell, Hermione! You scared the living..." "Oh, get over it, Ronald" she rolled her eyes. Harry noted the two books in her hand. "How was shopping?"
She looked at him happily, "Wonderful! Ginny got loads of stuff for Hogwarts. Its different though, you know usually we're all buying stuff for Hogwarts... Its going to be different this year..." "What sorts of books are those?" Harry asked from his sitting position. Ron offered her a butterbeer, which she took gratefully. She shoved the books into Ron's hands. He looked at the first one, "Big book" he mumbled under his breath. "The Jobs at the Ministry..." he read aloud slowly. "That one just basically says all the different jobs and what they do and such..." Hermione said.
Ron shuffled to the next book and his eyes widened in horror, he gaped at Hermione, "An auror!?" His voice was held somewhere between hystics, awe, and fear. Hermione brushed back her brown bangs from her eyes. "Not for me, Ronald. There for Harry" Hermione said in a "why else would I buy it" tone. Harry glanced up at his name, and his gaze fell upon the book.
It had a blood-red cover. With a plain title: Aurors by: Janet Smith, written across the face of it in bold block letters. Ron handed it to him, and Harry looked at in stunned silence for a while. The book was of normal size, looking about two hundred pages long. He opened the first pag, to see the Table of Contents. Whats an Auror? Pages 1-7 What they do- Pages 8-10. All about Aurors-11-18 and ect.
Harry flipped to the next page and read the first paragraph slowly, savoring each word. The word job seemed so far fetched for him. He was only eighteen years old, and here he was reading about what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. The word job was just so distant in the past, something to be thought about later and do his main priorities first. He wanted to be an auror, but the question was could he be?
An Auror is not for the faintest of hearts. It involves serious dedication and responibility that is rightfully bestowed upon a witch or wizard. It requires strict hours and loyalty to their work. Aurors are known for their bravery and courage. Aurors, are those who are thinking about becoming an auror, have to know the obvious. They can die during a battle against death eaters or dark wizards/witches. They have to keep in mind every possible circumstance that could happen. Aurors have to be quick-witted, determined, fearless, headstrong, and adventuresome individuals. One that is not afraid to make bold decisions, but not easily swayed to opinions.
Harry glanced up from the book, blinking a few times to enter reality again. He met Hermione's uneasy gaze. "Do you like it? You were always saying how you would like to become an auror... I thought maybe you would want to do some more research before you made any irrational decisions..." Hermione was muttering. Harry beamed, "Hermione, I love it. Thankyou." His green eyes sparkled warmly as emerald met chocolate. Hermione smiled, her worries long been forgotten. "It was no trouble, really. I bought it for you. So you can keep it." She whispered, her cheeks turning pinker. A soft cough and Hermione's gaze flickered from Harry to Ron, who was standing awkwardly watching his girlfriend flirt with Harry.
"About time you noticed me" Ron said bitterly. Hermione heaved an enormous sigh and glared at him. "I'm sorry, Ron. You don't need to be jealous.." "JEALOUS! Is that what I am?" Ron bellowed. Hermione glared at him, her butterbeer swishing as her hands shook in fury. "I was just trying to help Harry..." She said in an effort to remain calm, but her clenched fist around her butterbeer gave her away. "Well I don't see you helping me!" Ron said, his face turning a bright red.
Harry stood from his chair, wanting their bickering, well more like argueing to stop, but now knowing how too. He didn't like it. Truth was, they hadn't had a fight like this since they proclaimed officially they were together, sure they bickered every now and then, but always over random, pointless things, but now, he was the one who caused it. "Erm..." Harry said, but his "erms and ums" went unnoticed by the couple. Now Hermione was near hysterics.
"Well if you go and buy him all these things, maybe you should be together with him! Doesn't he get everything." Hermione's rage was now at a whole new level, and her entire face was flushing furiosly. "HOW DARE YOU, RONALD WEASLEY!! Accuse me of, of..." She couldn't even manage to get the words out, her eyes were full of firey anger. "Your just a selfish prat!" She threw down her butterbeer, causing the glass and the beverage to shatter everywhere (A/N But the drink didn't shatter, just the glass,, btw) the liquid exploding onto Ron's pants' leg. He looked down at it in disgust as Hermione ran upstairs crying.
Harry stood, frozen to the spot. He glanced upstairs knowing he should be there to comfort her, but it wasn't his part to do so. He eyed Ron, whose face was now a slight green color as reality sunk in. "I... didn't..." Harry just shook his head. "Can't help you, mate... Should go talk to her" "No! I didn't do anything wrong! You two were, were..." Ron studdered and turned and walked upstairs, his door slamming could be heard to at least the people of London. Leaving Harry alone to clean the remains of the butterbeer up.
The Burrow!!!!!!
Living Room
Midnight
Hermione or Ron hadn't come down when the rest of the Weasley's came home, nor did they come home when dinner was ready. Hermione was probaly crying and Ron sulking. Now Harry sat alone, sitting on the floor, reading his new Auror book that Hermione had so generously given him. Maybe I should have just not accepted the book, that way Ron wouldn't be thinking whatever he was thinking, but Hermione would have gotten hurt... Ugh! This is so confusing!! I feel like I'm the cause of their fight! And in a way I am... Harry held his head in his hands now, his back to the stairway.
"H-Harry?" An almost inaudible whisper came from behind him, Harry turned expecting to see Ginny, but saw Hermione instead. Her hair was bushy and messy, her eyes swollen, red, and bloodshot from lack of sleep. "Hermione. You scared me..." he said quietly. A weak smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "The famous Harry Potter scared... I can't believe it" She said jokingly. Harry smirked, she sat beside him. "Hope I'm not intruding" she said, "Its just, I mean, I was lonely, and I didn't want to be a burden, I heard your sigh from upstairs..." She explained. Harry shook his head, "Your not intruding, just reading the book. Thanks, it means a lot" Harry said. Hermione smiled faintly at his liking to her book. "It was no problem."
Harry shifted so he could fully see Hermione. "Hermione" She looked over at Harry slowly. "Ron, he was just mad. Don't take what he says to heart when he's like that." Hermione sighed and hugged her knees (A/N sitting down) When Hermione didn't answer, Harry began feeling like he said the wrong thing. Crap! What am I supposed to say to her? "Erm... I'm sorry, Hermione..." "Harry, why are you sorry? You don't need to apologize for anything, Ron as always its oblivious to the world around him. A selfish prat who doesn't care about anyone but himself..." Hermione said, her voice carried down to a low whisper.
"I think Ron's just jealous." Harry felt Hermione shake beside him, "He had no right! No right to assume that! We're friends Harry! And I'm together with Ron! How could he be so pigheaded?" She said, fresh tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks. She turned away from him, "I'm sorry" she whispered after a few minutes. "Sorry you have to listen to me whine about pointless things..."
Harry cautiously laid his hand on her shoulder, "You don't need to be. Your not whining at all. You and Ron are my best friends and I can't choose sides. But I will say that Ron had no right or anything to say that. He was just jealous because you bought me a book and you didn't get him anything..." Hermione's eyes met Harry's, "I'll buy him a bloody book if he wants one! This, this is just rubbish." She threw her hands down limply beside her. "I just wish... I wish that I could understand him. I thought us bickering like prats was over with, all in the past" She waved her hands in the air, "But, I guess things never change..." Hermione said softly.
"What does that mean?" He asked uncertainly. "I have no idea. I just wish Ron would come down and stop sulking in his room like a child..." She looked at him now, "He won't let you into his room will he? Thats why your down here! All by yourself!" Harry avoided her gaze, he hated lying to her or Ron or Ginny... In fact Ron would not let him go in.
Flashback
Harry made his way upstairs slowly, apprehensive of what Ron's actions would be. He slowly turned the doorknob (which Ron had carelessly kept unlocked) The door only was opened about two feet, when a heavy object hit him in the face, breaking his glasses. Harry cursed, and Ron yelled "Stay away from me!" Or something like that. Mrs. Weasley ran upstairs hearing the big BANG!, and Harry's use of vocabulary (wink,wink)
"Merlin! Harry are you alright?" Mrs. Weasly asked, Harry stood and nodded. Using a spell to mend his glasses.
"Ronald Weasley, you open this door right now!" Was Mrs. Weasley's cries.
Ron moaned from his room.
"I'm going to count to ten, if its not open by then then.." Ron opened the door.
Harry left.
A couple of hours later Harry tried opening the door again but it was locked.
End Flashback
"Well you could use the Alla Hormora spell (over look the spell misspelled there, alrighty ;))
Harry's dark hair fell in front of his eyes. "I don't want to get smacked in the head again... Anyway, Ron just needs to cool off a bit. Everything will be ok in the end..." Harry said.
Hermione yawned, and quickly exused herself. "You should go to sleep, your tired" Harry said quietly. She shook her head, "I don't want to leave you down here by yourself..." "I'm fine" he smiled weakly, "I'm just reading anyway. Thanks again by the way." "Harry, you'll be a great auror one day, don't forget that. You really will. Your so brave and determined and everything else... I can't think of you as anything but an auror" Hermione whispered as she laid down on the couch.
"Thanks Hermione... Your brilliant too." Harry could hear her laugh lightly before she fell asleep.
Harry observed her for a moment, then went back to reading his book.
Yeah, kinda sad about the Hermione/Ron fight, but it was bound to happen eventually. One of my longer chapters. I can't say that I'm 100 happy about it, but any writer doesn't think that they're work is that good. Well review if you like. Just because you don't doesn't mean I;m not gonna write. I write for just the enjoyment of it. :D and yeah... Yes, and if you don't like the story don't just sit there and type all the awful things about it, say why you don't like it. Thats constructive criticism, my friend :D Well I'll later. Update later too. Hopefully in the next couple of days! xo IS xo