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Post by Ronald Weasley on Nov 16, 2011 14:33:27 GMT -5
Ron was in his bed, pretending to be asleep, staring at the ceiling and trying to figure everything out. He listened to the sound of Harry's slow and steady breath as The Boy Lived slept on. It felt as if it was just yesterday Dumbledore gave him the letter to release Hagrid from Azkaban. Of course the bloody owl was lost at first but it eventually got the right adress.
It's odd how all these years he didn't really care about that memory, but it must have been the last direct contact he had with the old man, but now he was dead. The only man said to be able to stop Voldemort was now dead and the entire wizarding world had eyes on him, Hermione and Harry.
So much responsibilities to think about, finding Horcruxes, protecting the others and now he had this feeling that his sister still had a relationship with Harry. Even though he promised he broke up with her, for her own sake he said, and Ron agreed. But if he would hurt her again, Ron would probably lose it.
He left his bed and walked out of the room, he saw that Ginny's door was partially open, and all kind of thoughts jumped to mind, he pulled out his wand and slowly pushed the door, when he saw that everything was ok, that Hermione was awake , he lowered it and slightly knocked, "Can't sleep ?"
He moved inside the room and saw the bag she had, "What's that ? Makeup ? He hadn't see one before, so he had to assume that a bag that small would only be good for makeup. Plus, who knew what girls kept in their bags these days ?
He took a seat on the chair near the bed and looked at her, she looked deep in thought, confused and somehow worried, he didn't really want to disturb her, so he leaned forward and tried to sound as caring as possible,"Everything alright ?"
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Post by isablah on Nov 16, 2011 15:13:21 GMT -5
Hermione couldn't sleep. She was very tired, but she just couldn't seem to get a good rest! Then she heard footsteps. She sat there until she heard Ron say, "Can't sleep?" She said nothing. "Everything alright?" He asked. No, she almost said. You and Harry and I could die and I can't do anything about it. At least thats what I think... I am so confused... What do we do now? Just run? Its against our nature, you know that.... But... She wanted to hug him and make everything okay. But that was impossible.
Instead, she replied "I'm fine," She looked to the ground, her eyebrows furrowed in thought. "And no, that isn't makeup." She said, a small smile forming at her lips, but her eyes stayed worried and serious. Her worry was overwhelming. The world was in their hands. It was horrible. She loved Ron, and she couldn't stand to think of him or Harry dying. She wanted to fight Voldemort, and win, but didn't everyone? She couldn't make up her mind on anything, and there was doubt and confusion in her eyes.
OOC/ Oops, wrong account. sorry.
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Post by Ronald Weasley on Nov 16, 2011 20:33:49 GMT -5
Ron watched Hermione. He heard her words but he could almost feel her emotions and Ron knew that she was not being honest with him. Ron placed an open hand on her shoulder and rubbed slightly. "It's a bit frightening really." Ron said softly now. He did not want to wake his sister. She had no idea what they had been planning. "Our lives have changed so much. If back in our first year, anyone had asked me if I would have left Hogwarts to fight he Who Must Not Be Named, I would have thought they were bonkers." Ron shook his head.
"What we are doing is dangerous but it has to be done. There is no one else who can even hope to defeat him. And 'arry can not do it alone. He thinks he can but he is wrong." Ronald felt a little strange to be sitting in the bedroom in the dark with Hermione. It was not being here with her as much as the fact that no one knew that he was here without anyone else knowing. "I know you are scared too 'mione. But we will be in it together."
Ron looked at her form. Her back to him. She was so beautiful he had thought so for so long but had never had the nerve to tell her. He wondered if he ever would. They had never really explored their feelings for each other. If there were any on her part to explore. They had only embraced once and that was at school and had not lasted very long. Ron sighed looking down for a moment.
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Post by hermione on Nov 16, 2011 23:14:08 GMT -5
Hermione was so grateful of Ron. She knew he was loyal, and strong, and optimistic. She looked over at him, and had the odd urge to hug him. He was doing his best, she knew it. "The bag is charmed so that it holds more than it really looks like it should." She quietly slipped out of bed and made her way to it. She then pulled out a big umbrella, a book, clothes, and several other odds and ends. She carried one of the books over to Ron and said, "This is my family photo album..." She missed her parents more than anything. But they were safe and thats all that mattered... At least thats what she told herself.
She smoothed her silk pajamas she was borrowing from Ginny and opened the book. "Thats me, on our trip to Rome.... and thats me on my 11th birthday.... It seems silly to be showing you this...." She said pointing and in her last sentence her eyes darted and her cheeks reddened. She looked to the bag again and said, "That is packed with most everything we need for our..... trip."
She wished she had the courage to tell Ron how she felt about him. She was in love, but she couldn't tell him. What if it ruined their friendship? What if he didn't feel the same way?
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Post by Ronald Weasley on Nov 18, 2011 21:37:08 GMT -5
"The bag is charmed so that it holds more than it really looks like it should." Hermione told him and Ron nodded. When she stood and moved to the bag, Ron stood as well but did not follow her. He watched as she began to take things out of the bag. He would never have thought that so much could fit in there. How could she hope to carry it. He watched her face as she carried a book to him and then opened it. Ron now moved to stand beside her.
"This is my family photo album..." She told him and Ron was silent. He knew of the lengths she had gone to to make sure that her parents were safe. It made him sad to think of how much pain she must be feeling. Ron slipped a arm around her waist and pulled her a little closer to him as she began to describe the muggle pictures to him. Ron found it strange that the photots did not move but he said nothing about it.
"Thats me, on our trip to Rome.... and thats me on my 11th birthday.... It seems silly to be showing you this...." She said softly and Ron shook his head. "It's not silly." He told her. "This is a part of you and I want to see it. I want to know everything I can about you." Ron blushed slightly at his own words. "That is packed with most everything we need for our..... trip." He understood. "You do not need to do all of this alone 'mione." He told her now. "'arry and I are here to help if you need it."
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Post by hermione on Nov 19, 2011 6:07:17 GMT -5
Hermione was surprised when Ron pulled her closer and she let out a little gasp and gave him a half smile. She placed her hand lightly on his back. "Ron, I am so worried for you and Harry.... I can't stop thinking... If you get hurt.... I mean, if either of you get hurt..." Her expression turned grim and she tried her best to be unfazed when she slipped up. She loved them both, but in different ways. Harry was her best friend, and Ron....
She didn't want to break Ron and her embrace, but had to. She slipped away and put everything back into the bag. She then walked back over to Ron and did something that was definitely not normal. She threw her arms around him and sobbed. He was there and that's what he was there for. Support. She wished life wasn't so complicated.
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Post by Ronald Weasley on Nov 19, 2011 23:52:26 GMT -5
"Ron, I am so worried for you and Harry.... I can't stop thinking... If you get hurt.... I mean, if either of you get hurt..." She told him and Ron was quick to pick up on the meaning behind her words. He turned his head slowly to glance at her again. Dare he actually think that she had feelings for him. That hope was dashed when she suddenly stepped away from him. Ron quickly dropped his arm. He stood there for a moment wondering if maybe he should go.
He had decided that he was going to head back to his room and try to get some sleep when Hermione started back towards him. Ronald was absolutely floored when Hermione put her arms suddenly around him. He stood there frozen and eyes wide. Then before he could muster the ability to react, she was crying.
Ron blinked a few quick times and then tentatively put his arms around her once more and held her to him. Ron kissed the top of her head and sighed. "It's okay..." He told her softly. Ron looked over to Ginny this was going to wake her up. He released Hermione and then took her hand and led her out of the room. Ron led her down the staircase and into the living room. It was late and the room was deserted.
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Post by isablah on Nov 20, 2011 0:12:54 GMT -5
Hermione thought of it at first as rejection when he pulled away. But as he took her hand, she understood. She followed him quietly down to the living room. She silently vowed never to do that again. At first, he had gone rigid and surprised. Then he kissed the top of her head. She had been so happy standing there letting all her emotions flow freely... He had reassured her, and held her close, and then pulled away. Once they got to the living room, she led him to the couch to talk if he wanted.
"Ron.... Do you think we'll win this war?" It took her by surprise that her voice was so even and steady. No quiver, no choked feeling. It was a question and she wanted it answered. What did he think? She thought the whole war was mental, and so was Voldemort, Dumbledore even.... She didn't know who to trust. All they had were each other.
Then she remembered how Ron had been so caring. She would return the favor, but how? She knew a hug didn't cause those types of feelings, 'cause she had hugged plenty, and never had that feeling. Of course, that was assuming he felt the same way about her... Was there anything she could do to make him that happy? Oh, I know! I should win the war She thought sarcastically. But there was another possibility. She almost laughed at the very thought. Ah, silly me. That will definitely never happen.
OOC/ GRRR!!! i need to close the tab! I always forget and it automatically signs me in as the person on that tab! Okay.... Filing in brain... filing... filing...
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Post by danny101 on Nov 21, 2011 18:53:53 GMT -5
Harry turned over in the bed and openned his one. He heard his two friends talking slightly.He thought they must be downstairs He closed his eye and tried to get back to sleep, he was so tired these days and any sleep was appreiciated. He forced his eyes to stay shut, but that was him awake now. He sat up on the bed, He stretched out his arms and gave a large sigh. He got out of bed and tried to walk slowly without making much noise on the floor boards.He took a sip of water from the glass at th side of his bed. He stood at the window.
He looked out the window at the dark, clear sky. A few stars sparkling in the sky, he always thought of his loved ones that passed away when he looked at the stars. His Mother,Father,Sirius and Dumbledore. He have a smile while looking up. He often wondered if they were looking over him, he often felt like they were with him, it made things easier when he thought that. He leaned on the window ledge just looking at the stars.
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Post by Ronald Weasley on Nov 21, 2011 19:56:42 GMT -5
Ronald let Hermione bring him to the couch. He sat slowly and looked around the room. This was the house he had been raised in. He and his entire family. So much had happened since then. Ron looked at his mother's an father's respective chairs and thought of all the times they had sat there and spoken with him about his failures and successes. He remembered the many Christmases and birthdays. It hurt him to know that he would be leaving the safety of his home. He was frightened but knew that it would not be wise to tell Hermione that.
"Ron.... Do you think we'll win this war?" Hermione asked him now and Ronald turned to look at her slowly. He was thinking of how to reply when there was a slight creak overhead. The sound seemed far off and Ron knew almost instantly that it was Harry. Ginny's room was closer the the ground floor as Ron's was in the attic and his parents slept like logs. Ron looked down for a moment. "I think that we have a chance of winning if we can find the Horcruxes." He said in a low voice now. Molly Weasley had been snooping around for the longest time to try and find out what they were going off to do. Ron did not want anyone over hearing him right now. "Its going to be hard and its dangerous but we can not let 'arry do it alone."
Ron looked up at the ceiling again. He did not know if Harry was going to come downstairs or if he even knew where they were or was looking for them. Ron met Hermione's eyes now. This beautiful girl. So amazing and perfect to him. He was suddenly overcome with the urge to touch her and comfort her but instead, he forced himself to sit back on the couch. With his wand, Ron started a fire in the fireplace and then stood. The room was soon bathed in ward orange light. "I'm hungry." He declared nervously. "Are you hungry? I'm hungry..." Then he blushed at his own stupidity, glance quickly at Hermione and headed for the kitchen. what was he thinking? She had not even wanted his arm around her..kissing her would no doubt be a mistake.
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Post by hermione on Nov 21, 2011 21:32:58 GMT -5
Hermione felt so helpless. She wasn't useful. In their first year, she had done nothing but freak Ron out when they reached the Devil's Snare. In the second year she had gotten herself petrified, and in the third year, she had lied to them.... To Ron.... In the fourth year, She hadn't been there for Harry when he needed her. In the fifth year, she had stood there while Sirius died. In the sixth year, she should have helped Harry. This year.... What if Harry died??? When Ron spoke she looked up at him.
"I think that we have a chance of winning if we can find the Horcruxes." He said, and she felt like holding him. Being closer to him. "Its going to be hard and its dangerous but we can not let 'arry do it alone." She nodded solemnly. Then Ron started up the fireplace and stood abruptly, making her jump. "I'm hungry." He said, and Hermione leaned her elbow on her knee and placed her face in her hand. Then he said one of the strangest things she had ever heard and it made her smile. "Are you hungry? I'm hungry..." His ears turned red and Hermione followed him to the kitchen.
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Post by danny101 on Nov 21, 2011 22:42:09 GMT -5
Harry stepped away from the window, he walked towards the bed and sat on the edge. He looked around the room. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. He still felt terrible putting Ron and Hermione in danger all the time, He felt it should be him and him only putting his life on the line. He stood up and made his way down the stairs slowly as the creeks followed him. He stopped at th looked in the mirror, his blood shot eyes, and puffy eyes, he was clearly exhausted. He gave himself a slight frown and made his way into the kitchen where he heard the voices.
He paused at the door an watched his two friends. He knew they both liked eachother more than friends, it was obvious away back in first year when u look back now. He smiled to himself and sat at the small chair in the kitchen, He was so tired, but he could only sleep for a few hours at a time just now, The nightmares were getting worse and worse. " Morning, or what ever it is" he ssid in a croaky tired voice. He looked at the two who looked as if they were cooking something.
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Post by Ronald Weasley on Nov 21, 2011 23:56:00 GMT -5
Ron was aware that she had followed him into the large kitchen. He did not look back at Hermione as he went to the pantry. He had stood there for only a few moments before gathering the fixings for breakfast. It was early of course but that was okay. He did not bother using his wand. He simply used his hands. Ron stepped back out into the kitchen and set everything down on the preparing table. Now he took his wand to gather a frying pan and then to four slices of bread over the stove which he magicked on. He used his wand to take eggs and crack them over the frying pan which was also on the stove and heating up. The bacon came next laying itself in the pan next to the eggs.
When he turned around, there was Harry sitting at the table. " Morning, or what ever it is" Harry said with a sleep filled voice. Ron smiled at his best friend. "It's morning..." Ron confirmed. "Very early in the morning." Ron glanced to Hermione now and his gaze lingered on her for a long moment before looking back at Harry. "Why are you awake so early?" Ronald asked now trying to relax himself. "Is your scare hurting?" Ron knew of course that Harry was having problems with his scar and the connection he was having with He Who Must Not Be Named. He wished that he could help but the only thing Ron could do was be there when Harry needed to talk.
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Post by hermione on Nov 22, 2011 8:31:53 GMT -5
Hermione looked at Harry and smiled sympathetically. "Good morning Harry. How are you feeling?" her voice was soft also, and her eyes shown sadness. "I think I need to take a step outside. I'll be back in a second." Hermione said and turned around to get dressed and go outside. She put jeans and a hoody on and made her way out. The stars always helped her think. She laid down on the grass.
Harry and Ron were like brothers to her. She would help, but deep inside, she wanted to have never met them. She wished she could be home with her parents. Why had she been picked to be a witch? She wanted to go to muggle college, but couldn't because she didn't have an education. She wasn't smart enough. All of her hopes and dreams on her eleventh birthday had been shattered with that one letter.
She loved Ron, but what would Harry think? Ron was his family. Ron and herself. She hated herself for some of her thoughts.
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Post by danny101 on Nov 22, 2011 12:09:41 GMT -5
Harry smiled at Hermione watching her leave. He looked at Ron cooking, Ron loved his food and was often seen eating. He held his scar, while Ron asked about it. " I can only sleep for a few hours at a time, Yeah the scar is nippy through the night, Im going to have to face him eventually Ron, The feeling when you know somone wants to kill you" He said looking at Hermione from the window. He poured himself a glass of water.
He looked at Ron , " Is Hermione okay?" He said knowing something must be wrong if she wanted to be alone outside. Maybe she and Ron had a argument about something, Harry knew however the feelings they both have for eachother was more than friends, but he has never really spoke to either of them about it properly, he wondered if he should say something to Ron. He looked at Ron waiting to see if anything would come out his mouth. Harry looked over Rons shoulder to see what he was cooking.
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