It’s been quite a while since our last fic…we decided we wanted to see our name
up there again J.
Hermione Granger tucked
a brown curl of hair behind her ear before knocking softly on Ron’s bedroom
door at Twelve Grimmauld Place. She cleared her throat several times and ran
her hand through her hair in what she hoped would appear in a natural fashion.
Finally, the door opened.
Weasely stood before her, his hair ruffled from sleep. He still sported his
maroon, too-short pajamas and looked tired and irritated by the interruption.
Hermione stared at him in disbelief.
I wake you?” she asked incredulously.
me? Uh, yeah, Hermione, it’s the crack of dawn!”
in the morning is not the crack of dawn.”
enough,” Ron grumbled, and yawned dramatically while running a hand through his
already messy hair, causing butterflies to rise in Hermione’s stomach. “So
what’re you doing here so early, anyway?” he asked.
I needed a favor,” Hermione said, drawing her gaze from his beautiful red hair
to meet his eyes. “Moody asked if we could take care of another boggart he
found in the library. He didn’t want to ask Mrs. W—your mother, because of her
reaction last year, and he was late for something or he would have taken care
of it himself.”
few slight wrinkles appeared on Ron’s forehead. “Late for what?” he asked.
shrugged. “Like he would tell me…the Order is still being secretive about
everything, even after all we went through last year at the Department of
sighed. “Figures,” he mumbled. “So this boggart is in the library, then?”
Hermione nodded. “Well, let’s ask Harry and Ginny to help, too. The more people
we have, the easier it will be.”
and they made their way down the hall to Ginny’s room.
brought up a hand to knock, but Ron, having been a brother to six for the
majority of his life, barged right in.
turned from her desk to face them, and smiled when she saw who it was. “Hey,
you two. What’s up?” she said with a grin.
Ginny,” Hermione said. “Can we ask for a fav—”?
Ron interrupted. “Boggart, library, help?”
shook her head at Ron. He’s too tired to even form a complete sentence…
Ginny seemed far
too used to his behavior to be confused. She nodded, set down her quill, and
followed them out the door.
where’s Harry?” Hermione asked to no one in particular.
think he’s in the drawing room,” Ginny said.
trio headed toward Harry’s alleged location and found him staring blankly at
the Black family tree, directly at the burn that had once been Sirius’s name.
sighed. Ever since his godfather’s death, Harry had been downright quiet. He
hardly ever spoke, and when he did it was short and to the point.
Ron asked tentatively. Harry turned to meet Ron’s concerned gaze and raised his
eyebrows ever so slightly. Ron took this gesture as a What is it? and
explained the situation with the boggart in the library.
whatever,” Harry said with a shrug, and the four friends headed toward the
immediately became aware of the exact whereabouts of the boggart, as a lonely
cupboard standing in the corner was shaking incessantly.
four friends approached the cupboard with some trepidation, halting five feet
away and simply staring. They were all aware of the same fact. After what they
had gone through last year, every one of them was terrified of what form the
boggart would assume for each of them in turn.
glanced at his friends and took in each of their unwilling, terrified
expressions. He sighed inwardly and approached the rattling cupboard.
short nod from Harry told Hermione he was ready for his turn. Hermione stepped
forward and pried open the cupboard door.
A dementor emerged
from the cupboard. The lights dimmed into total darkness as it glided toward
them, and a definite chill was in the air; it was in their very bones. Harry’s
insides turned to ice as memories of his past haunted his mind, each dark
thought more painful than the previous.
Harry! Please, not Harry!”
less like your father than I thought.”
can’t come back, because he’s dead…”
flashed through his head. He saw Sirius fall through the veil over and over
again, and he was completely helpless to stop it. He fell to his knees,
gripping his hair and shaking all over, fighting to stay conscious.
the coldness had left his body. Harry brought his head up to see Ginny standing
protectively before him, blocking the dementor’s path. The dementor disappeared
with a loud Crack!
A handsome figure
sprawled out on the floor, and a gasp was heard from everyone in the room when
they realized who it was.
stared in shock at the mirror image of himself lying dead on the floor. Ginny’s
greatest fear was his death?
what took a great amount of courage and effort, Harry chanced a glance at
face was stained with hot tears, and her eyes were held tightly shut, looking
as if she wanted nothing more than to vanish on the spot. Harry could hear her
muttering to herself, but only barely. “It’s just a boggart,” she was assuring
herself, her voice trembling, “He’s not dead. It’s not real. It’s not real.”
Harry said hesitantly.
mind, Harry,” Ginny whispered, her eyes still closed. “Hermione…just get rid of
desperately wanted to comfort her, to assure her that he wasn’t going anywhere
and that he would always be there for her, but he didn’t know how to express it
in words. He therefore settled with placing comforting arms around her in a
hug. He rested his hand behind her head to bring her close and breathed deeply.
smiled softly at the two of them, then rushed forward and stood in front of the
boggart, which changed again with a loud Crack!
dementor had vanished and was replaced, to everyone’s surprise, by Ron Weasely.
He wore an expression of utmost loathing and disgust, and was staring straight
at Hermione, whose mouth had dropped open, looking horrified.
boggart Ron glared at Hermione for a long time. Then it said with a sneer, “I
don’t love you.”
face burned. She could feel the hot tears stinging her eyes as she fought her
way through her friends and out of the library.
wiped her eyes furiously as she strode down the hall. She barged into her and
Ginny’s room and flung herself on her bed. She wished she were back home where
she could escape to the garden and hide in the shadows of the oak trees. She
sighed. It just wasn’t safe.
groaned loudly. “You’ve done it,” she said to herself. “You’ve pretty much
ruined your life by indirectly telling your best friend that you are in love
with him.” She buried her face in her hands. She had kept it secret since her
third year, and now all of her emotions had been revealed by a stupid boggart.
was a knock at the door.
Hermione’s heart was beating much harder than it usually did. Ron was outside
her bedroom door.
knocked again. “Hermione, can I come in?”
swiped at her eyes frantically. She tried to speak, but instead was thrown into
a coughing fit in her panic.
door opened and Ron rushed to her side, thumping her back. Hermione groaned
between coughs. This was definitely not the romantic atmosphere she had once
you okay?” Ron asked when she had finally settled down. Hermione nodded, still avoiding
his curious gaze. They stood for a while, the silence only broken at the sound
of shuffling feet or the clearing of a throat.
broke the silence. “You…you should really help them with that boggart, Ron.”
Ron said dully. Hermione looked up at him questionably. “I’ll explain later,”
Ron said, “but don’t worry about that, Lupin came in and took care of it.”
Hermione nodded in understanding, holding Ron’s gaze. Now that she had finally
gotten the courage to look into his eyes, it was difficult to turn away, no
matter how humiliated she felt.
Hermione…” Ron began. “It was just a boggart. It wasn’t real. In fact…” Ron
gulped and took a deep breath, “it couldn’t have been further from the truth.”
drew a deep intake of air and took a small step forward. She closed her eyes.
She didn’t dare hope. But he had practically told her…was it possible?
though already crimson to the roots of his hair, could tell Hermione was in no
state to speak anytime soon. He therefore continued in what he considered one
of his braver moments.
he said shakily, “I…um… Ireallylikeyoualot… annnd…uh… maybewecouldbetogether?”
He had said all of this while staring at his shoes, and looked up only moments
later, when he thought she might have had a chance to digest his proposition.
had no idea what to make of her expression. She was staring at him in complete
disbelief; her eyes were still brimming with unshed tears. How can she be
surprised? Doesn’t she know how wonderful she is? Finally, after what
seemed like a lifetime, she stepped forward and placed her arms around him.
returned the hug, loving the sensation of having her in his arms. Hermione. His
Hermione. This brilliant girl who was clinging to him made him feel like he was
worth something, like he was his own person…like he wasn’t “just Ron”.
that a yes, then?” he asked softly.
giggled into his shirt. “Of course, you great prat.”
grinned and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
Hermione said suddenly.
form did your boggart take?”
cheeks tinged pink and he looked away quickly. “Um…”
looked up at him. “What was it?”
was you…it was you yelling at me about my homework.”
eyes widened. “You’re lying.”
grinned. “I wish I was. You have no idea how scary you can get, Hermione. I
mean, when you get mad it’s pretty terrifying.”
scarier than spiders?” she asked incredulously.
yeah,” Ron said, “to a huge extent.”
laughed and snuggled closer to him. Everything was going to be okay.
A/N: Huzzah for fluff! We are completely and utterly
obsessed with Ron and Hermione getting together, but at least we admit it. Stay
tuned for a possible H/G sequel!