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Authors Note: Next chapter of Albus Potter had a Good Memory is up!

2. Second Year

Why did she hug only him? Was the thought that ran through Ron's head as laid on his bed, at home where he only just arrived at a few hours ago.

Ron couldn't understand why even wanted Hermione to hug him, but why did he get this weird feeling in his stomach when she ran straight for Harry, who received the hug beyond enthusiastically? All Hermione did was shake Ron's bloody hand, it was so awkward and forced.

Ron stared at the Cannons poster across from him, remembering the dread and fear he felt when McGonagall came to him and Harry, that day telling them Hermione had been petrified.

He could remember the feeling of how his stomach sank to his toes and the blood drain from his face. The feeling of utter hopelessness engulfing him. The hatred for the person -no not person animal- who hurt his Hermione.

Well, His and Harry's Hermione.

She wasn't his Hermione, but she was his best girl-friend, er- yeah.

And then Ron remembered Harry's face, it had been bone white, his usually twinkling eyes were dull and wide, it looked as if he just lost the most important thing in the world to him.

Ron flipped over onto his side, he could hear the twins and Ginny laughing from downstairs, Percy was probably scribbling away to his super "secret" girlfriend, dad was at work and mum was in the kitchen making lunch for us.

Ron stared at the bright orange walls his body shuddered as he thought of how he thought he was not only going to lose Hermione but also Ginny and Harry, it felt like a lead was on his chest, and it refused to move until he saw them bloody and bruised.

He watched a little poster version of a Cannon player whirl around, and all he could feel was dread, his last two years at school had been overly adventurous, he couldn't even begin to think of what was going to happen next.

"Percy! Ron! Lunch is done and your father's just called with some fantastic news! Come Down quickly!" Mum shouted, with poorly concealed joy in her voice.

Ron sighed and got up, and as he walked down the steps all he could think was, "I wished she hugged me, too."