Worth It?

Chapter 3-

Flashback-

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.

Chapter 3!!

Now Ron was usually a nice guy (well in his own opinion) so when he so merrily came down the steps that lead to the living room, imagine his surprise to see Hermione sleeping on the couch, curled in a ball, with a blanket covering both her and Harry. Harry was on the floor, his head rested against the couch frame, his mouth wide open as he snored, that bloody book Hermione had gotten him in his lap. Ron looked from Hermione to Harry and back again, both of whom were sound asleep. Anger rushed through his body as his fists clenched. His blue eyes narrowing on the only person that had caused this...

A loud slapping sound woke Hermione up in a start. "Wha-" She began to say but then saw Ron, his right hand outstretched, the knuckles red. And Harry who had woken up, his cheek now a flushed color. "What the...?" He said, no grogginess was in his voice, something like bewilderment and disbelief written all over his face. But Ron was still furious, and punched him again, square in the face, causing Harry to knock his head against the wooden frame of the couch.

He seemed to still be in a gaze, it was only when he traced his finger over his lip and saw the blood, that he bolted up. Hermione jumped from her spot on the couch and went between the two boys, holding out her hands in an effort to keep them apart. "Whatwas that for?" Harry spat. Ron gave him a death glare. "You are asking me? I should be asking you that!" Harry rolled his eyes. "I didn't do anything!"

Ron snorted. "You, Hermione, sleeping!" This was Hermione's turn to get mad. Her face turned at least three different shades of red, but she didn't say anything. She crossed her arms over her chest, her brown eyes afire. Her face changed into a even darker shade as she tried to conceal the amount of rage she was feeling. Harry and Ron were now yelling furiously about rubbish, while her hands trembled.

"Stop it."

It was supposed to a shout, but it ended up in a muffled whisper. It was as if someone was pressing their hands around her neck, she could only manage to escape a choked whisper. Ron's words echoed in her mind, causing her anger to increase to a whole new level. Now the two men had their wands at the ready, each exchanging venomous glances. Without much thought her hand fingered her own wand, uncertain if she should interfere with her boyfriend and best friend's fight.

She began to hear footsteps from above and silently cursed. Brilliant. Way to go Ron, waking up the entire household! She thought, rolling her brown eyes in annoyance. She grasped her hand tighter as a curse from Ron's wand flashed towards Harry. He easily dodged it, but it sent a vase toppling over to the ground, causing it to shatter everywhere. To Harry, this was unbelieveable! This was his best friend and he was attempting to hex him! His eyes wandered from Ron to the broken vase, back to Ron. This is real! The thought nagged at him, Harry straightened his posture, ready for the next attack, one thing he was not going to do was hurt Ron. He couldn't! But here Ron was shouting more hexes, green lights flashed all around him. Harry's sweat dropped. This can't be happening! Harry thought as he toppled down on the floor.

Ron was innerly amused by the look of pure shock on Harry's face. Of course he didn't want to murder him or anything, but just maybe knock him unconsious. Something to be the equilvance to the emotional pain he had just endured. He raised his wand again, knowing there was no way to block the next attack, he opened his mouth to speak but found it impossible. His whole body was frozen to the spot. What the? That was when blue met chocolate brown.

Hermione dropped her wand immediatly after, tears dripping down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and swollen, but pain was clearly there. If Ron could, he would look away, but he found himself locked their in her presence. Her lips twitched as she opened her mouth.

"R-Ron. I'm, I'm sorry!" She sobbed, but her eyes showed her true feelings. She knew what she had to do. Guilt flooded all of his senses, he hurt her. He never meant too. He never wanted too. Her tears dripping onto the hard-wood floor was the only sound (some bumps and voices could be heard upstairs). At the corner of his eye, he saw Harry stand up and walk towards Hermione.

"Ron, t-this can't-" "Is everyone alright down there!?" Mrs. Weasley's voice yelled as her and Mr. Weasley made their way down the stairs. Ron, who was still frozen by Hermione's spell looked nervously towards the stair case where his mum and dad sure enough came running down.

Molly Weasley looked from her son, to the bruised Harry, to the crying Hermione. "What the devil?" Arthur (A/N) errr!! i don't know how to spell that!! arther or arthur? Aww well... sighs) said exasperated.

"Mr. W-Weasley, I'm sorry. Ron was... he was ... and... Harry... fighting.." Was all Hermione could get out between her sobs. Harry looked sympathetically at her.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley eyed their son, who was looking quite green in the face now. Hermione quickly released the spell and backed into a corner, she didn't want to have anything to do with Ron anymore. If only she could manage to say that to him, but she wasn't going to with his parents in the room. Plus, she had a hunch that she should go call her own parents because their hospitality might end up short...

Ron fell to the floor from the sudden pull of gravity. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley quickly helped him up and sat him on the couch.

"Would anyone like to explain to me what is going on?!" Mr. Weasley yelled. Ginny and George came downstairs. Mrs. Weasley turned in their direction, she forced a smile. "Oh darlings, there is nothing to worry about. Ron and them just broke a few things, everyone's alright. Go back to sleep."

But Ginny and George were not stupid. They simpley looked over her shoulder and saw the living room was totaled. Ginny's hand immediatly flew to her mouth, George laughed. "This is brilliant!" He said cheerfully.

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Yes, I have been workin on this for a while. lol. just like a sentence, then I got distracted by something. Plus, I just moved like half way across the country. So give me a break. lol. But really, now I'm like obsessed with anime. Naruto and InuYasha theyre pretty good. I'm on the shippuuden in Naruto (Ive been watching for quite a while) and InuYasha is good. But in Naruto, I've been learning japanese :) well im way off subject, hopefully next chapter will be better. I just put what I had so far and next chapter will be longer... hopefully. Merry Christmas!! (if i dont update before then)

Thanks for reviews and reading!

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