Another chapter- I was really excited to write this scene, and I knew exactly how I wanted it to be. I'm pretty proud of the way it turned out. It has some of the movie elements in it, but not all of this scene is based on the book or the movie. Most of it comes from my imagination.
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Missing Moments:
In the Chamber of Secrets
"Go on Hermione, stab it!" Ron said, motioning at her to go ahead with his hands. She stared at the small golden object lying at her feet on the cold, damp floor and thought back to twenty minutes earlier when Ron had suggested they come here, to the Chamber of Secrets.
"Let's go, Luna" Hermione heard Harry say. She didn't watch him go, though. She was too occupied watching people pour in through the portrait hole. Ron's eyes followed her, watching her every move.
A tall, blonde boy approached her, a hint of a swagger in his walk. "McLaggen" Ron thought grimly.
"Say, Granger" he heard him say to her. "What would you say to a…"
Ron didn't want to hear the rest of his sentence. He rushed over to Hermione and tapped her shoulder. "I have an idea. Come on!"
She nodded, and followed him out of the Room of Requirement, not looking back even once.
He hadn't had a plan. He'd just wanted to get her away from that scumbag, McLaggen.
But his feet, or a higher power, one of the two, did. He found himself leading Hermione to the bathroom they'd frequented often in their second year.
"Why are you here?" Myrtle moped.
"Yes, why are we here, Ron?"
"We need to destroy the horcrux…"
"Right."
"And what is the only place you know of that has a supply of Basilisk teeth in a dead Basilisk?"
Hermione's face lit up for a moment, and quickly fell.
"Brilliant as this it" Hermione started "you have to…"
"Use Parseltongue to get in. Just thought of that. I guess I could try…"
"Go on!" she said encouragingly.
He made some hissing noises, but nothing. He tried a second time, and then a third time. Still, nothing happened.
"Okay- plan B?" he asked weakly.
"Keep trying while I think."
The next hiss did it. With a clank and a bang, the sinks began to move, revealing a dark hole in the floor.
"Well done!" Hermione praised. "We should…" she said, peering over the hole about ready to jump into it.
"Wait! We need a way to get out of there! We had Fawkes the last time we were down here!"
"Accio broom!" Hermione shouted as a broomstick came hurtling out at them from around the corner.
"Ummm… so we just jump?" she asked, sounding more and more nervous by the minute.
"Yep. Why? You afraid of heights?'
"Why else did you think I've never been up on a broomstick?"
Ron sat down at the edge of the gaping hole in the floor, and patted a spot next to him. She sat down, jerking a little as he took her hand. "It's just a big slide, Mione. But we'll go together, okay?"
She nodded and grabbed onto the broomstick with her free hand.
"Ready? One, Two, Three!"
Together, they dropped into the hole. Hermione let out a scream as her body propelled down, stopping only when she felt her feet securely on the ground again.
She heard bones crunch as she moved. "That's disgusting" she muttered, brushing off the seat of her pants, where they'd made contact with the Chamber slide.
"Just like I remember it" Ron said. "Over here" he said, pointing to a rock wall with a small hole in it "is where Lockhart lost his memory."
"So you haven't been any further in?"
"Well, no. But Harry told me what it was like after this. It's a straight passage into the actual Chamber. So, let's go!"
He levitated a few rocks out of the wall, enlarging the hole slightly, before climbing through it. "Come on, Mione." He stuck his hands through the hole, intending to help her through, but she shot him a look that made him quickly pull them back through.
As soon as his hands had been removed, she clambered through the hole with the ease of a gymnast.
"Bloody Hell!" she exclaimed, seeing the colossal snake skin for the first time. She quickly jumped behind Ron.
"I can't believe it hasn't disintegrated!" he mused.
"Not a lot of air down here" Hermione told him "It's been, in a way, petrified. Ironic, isn't it?"
"Yeah" he answered, before continuing down the passage way. She followed, both keeping their distance from the skin, as if they were afraid of it coming back to life.
They finally came to another door, engraved with lifelike snakes.
"Bloody hell! Parseltongue again?" Ron muttered dejectedly. He began hissing to the door.
A couple tries later, Ron and Hermione stood at the start of the dark, dank chamber. The skeleton of the large snake, now a pile of bones, lay in the far corner.
"Creepy" Hermione said with a shudder. "This whole place is just eerie!"
"I know" Ron replied, grasping her shoulder for a moment. "Come on. The sooner we get the fangs, the sooner we can leave."
"Agreed."
They crossed the distance to the snake quickly, trying to ignore the feeling that sunk to the pits of their stomachs.
Ron pulled out his wand, and pointed it at one of the basilisk's many fangs, which detached and flew into his hand. Hermione reached for her bag, and pulled out the small cup of Hufflepuff's.
"We should get rid of it now, while we have the chance."
Ron nodded, and tried handing her the fang. At the same time, she tried handing him the cup.
"You do it, Mione. You got tortured because of it. You should be the one that destroys it."
He handed her the fang, and stepped back a few steps, watching as she laid the cup at her feet.
"It may try to fight back. Don't listen to it, alright?"
Hermione nodded, and looked down at the small golden cup.
"Go on, Mione. Stab it."
She, slightly trembling, got down on her knees, and raised the fang into the air. She looked at Ron, whose eyes met hers, and understood her need for him to be closer. He moved in front of her, and held the cup securely in place.
"Three."
"Two."
"One" they said together, and Hermione brought the fang down to the cup, striking it hard.
"Hermione Granger!" a high pitched voice screeched.
Ron and Hermione jumped back in surprise. The fang flew into the air, and landed a few feet away.
"Hermione Granger!" the voice repeated. "The girl with all the answers. But if you did know everything, why don't you know that your parents don't love you, feel cut off by your freakiness, would gladly exchange you for a normal daughter? Why don't you know that Mrs. Weasley felt you a hindrance, a nuisance?"
A voice sounding exactly like Mrs. Weasley's rang out. "I already have more children that I can handle. What makes you think that I need one more to watch out for, to feed, to care for, especially one that's a know it all?"
The high pitch returned. "And why don't you know that your 'friends' Ronald and Harry only kept you around to cheat off of you? That they only needed you to get them through school? And to cook for them later. Ron never loved you."
A memory of Ron and Lavender snogging appeared. "This is what he thought of this past year. Not you. Her."
"No!" Hermione whimpered, unable to take her eyes off of the movie before her eyes.
She slid backwards, her hands blindly reaching for the fang. She made contact, and then rushed the cup, slamming the fang through it. Sobs wracked her body.
A shrill scream echoed through the chamber, and the memories disappeared.
Wind whistled through the tunnel, and the water lapping along the sides of the narrow room began to rise, forming a wave.
Ron grabbed her hand, and pulled her into a niche a small ways off, that just fit the two of them. The water wave had reached full height, and was now crashing in their direction.
Hermione looked at Ron, fear evident in her face. "I don't want to die, Ron" she whispered.
"Listen to me" he said, putting his hands on her shoulders. "We are not going to die. We are going to live, and go back up to the castle, and we are going to fight for a cause that we believe in. It's not all going to end down here." He pulled her into a tight embrace. "I promise!"
They braced themselves, still embracing, just as the icy wave of water pounded over them.
Then, as suddenly as it had come, the water receded with a peaceful splashing sound. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, gaping and pushing water off of their dripping faced.
They looked at each other with fierce intensity, their eyes searching for something in the other's face.
Suddenly, Ron tenderly cupped her face with his hands, and brought his lips down to hers. Hermione's eyes slid closed, and she lost herself in the moment she'd been dreaming about for so long.
They pulled away after too short a time, and looked at each other nervously, eyes searching faces again. A grin broke out on Ron's face, and a giggle burst forth from Hermione
"Umm… we should get out of here. Harry's probably looking for us" Ron said, gently moving a piece of Hermione's hair from her face.
"Yes, right!" she replied, snapping out of her dream world and back into reality.
Walking to the snake, she summoned several fangs which she carefully arranged in her arms. Then she turned to the mangled remains of the cup. "How could something so beautiful be so horrible a thing?" she wondered, her thoughts pouring out of her mouth. She picked it up and stuffed it into the beaded bag, so she wouldn't have to look at it.
"None of it was true, what the horcrux said" Ron said from somewhere behind her."
Hermione was quiet for a second before replying "I know. Let's go."
Ron nodded. They'd left the broomstick back at the rockslide at the entrance. Hermione handed Ron several of the fangs she carried, and together they set off.
Soon they reached the broomstick. "Right" Ron said. "So I'll get on in front, get on behind me. Say, do you have something we could put the fangs in, until we get back up top? I really don't want to get stabbed by one."
"No- the fangs would rip whatever I put them in, anyway."
"Umm… okay… let me think. You can get on in front and hold as many fangs as you can, and I can hold onto you and steer."
"Al…alright."
She climbed onto the broom, holding six fangs. Ron got on behind her, and reached his arms to the front of the broomstick- they provided the only barrier between Hermione and the open air.
He kicked off hard from the ground; Hermione kept her eyes closed tightly, and thoroughly concentrated on keeping her balance.
"Hermione, you can open your eyes" Ron said a few minutes later. They were back in the bathroom.
"Right. We need to find Harry."
"Yeah, let's go." Ron took a handful of the fangs.
Together, they left the bathroom. As they came closer to the sounds of confusion and battle around them, Ron suddenly stopped and grabbed Hermione's small hand in his.
"Ready?" he asked, gently squeezing it.
"Ready."
She later figured out what he was really asking. He was asking if she was ready for what the future after this night would be like. And she was.