Hi guys –
I realize I haven't posted in a long while and that many of you think I
have already abandoned this story, but I promise I have not. It is just
taking me a long time to find an end to this – and end soon it will – but I
will not leave you hanging. This is why I've posted only part of this
chapter, so you can have something new to read at least. I know it's short,
but enjoy!
Chapter 4a
That night Ron dreamed of Hermione. He did dream of her occasionally, so it wasn't this that made the dream so special. It wasn't even one of those dreams – the ones where he had to make sure nobody looked at the front of his sleeping trousers too closely when he had to get up the next morning – but it still left him shaken when he woke up.
Harry and Hermione were standing in the rain, quietly talking to each other. He couldn't quite make out their words, but it seemed to be upsetting them both, as they kept wiping their eyes and touching each other. Ron was intrigued and started to walk over to them, only to realize he seemed to be floating instead of actually walking. It didn't seem that important though, and he kept his attention on his two best friend's conversation.
"...won't even get to see Percy and Penelope's little one! Or see Ginny's wedding, or even find that special someone for himself...Oh Harry, why?" he caught the last part of Hermione's tearful exclamation.
"I don't know Hermione, I just don't. He was so young still...so full of life! But I think he did find that special someone at least. I don't know who it was, but once he mentioned it 'wasn't meant to be' and that he didn't want to talk about it."Harry answered while holding onto a now openly sobbing Hermione.
"But that's even worse", she cried. "He should have got to be with somebody, just as we eventually will get the chance to. It should have been 'meant to be'!". At this Harry started to slowly lead Hermione away from where they were standing, leaving Ron to see what he'd been expecting after having overheard their conversation.
It was a headstone engraved with "Ronald Weasley – beloved son and friend".
***
As Ron opened his eyes he could feel a tear making its way down his cheek into the pillow. The dream had upset him, not only because he had been dead, but also because of Hermione's words in the dream. He did have the right to meant-to-be, and even if it turned out not to be meant, he owed it to himself to try.
Having come to a conclusion, Ron wiped away the tear-track and turned around to look at the clock. It was half five in the morning, early enough for nobody to be awake but late enough for him to wake Hermione.
"Hey sleepyhead! 'Mione, wake up!"
She stirred and yawned before even opening her eyes.
"Is it time already", she murmured sleepily as she opened her eyes with obvious difficulty. Ron had to smile. It seemed Hermione wasn't quite as immune to early mornings as he had expected.
"Yes, unfortunately...we've got lessons in less than four hours! At least I'm sure that nobody is awake to see you go back to your own bed this early in the day!"
"Oh well. At least we've got Transfiguration later on today, maybe we'll get our essays back!"
The thought of this appeared to help Hermione wake up fully, and she slipped out of bed trying not to make a sound.
"See you at breakfast", she whispered and quietly made her way out of the boys dorm.
"Yes, see you there."
Ron watched her leave, admiring the figure she made before concentrating on the day ahead.
***
A big thank you for all the reviews – they do help getting me to work on the story!
Chapter 4a
That night Ron dreamed of Hermione. He did dream of her occasionally, so it wasn't this that made the dream so special. It wasn't even one of those dreams – the ones where he had to make sure nobody looked at the front of his sleeping trousers too closely when he had to get up the next morning – but it still left him shaken when he woke up.
Harry and Hermione were standing in the rain, quietly talking to each other. He couldn't quite make out their words, but it seemed to be upsetting them both, as they kept wiping their eyes and touching each other. Ron was intrigued and started to walk over to them, only to realize he seemed to be floating instead of actually walking. It didn't seem that important though, and he kept his attention on his two best friend's conversation.
"...won't even get to see Percy and Penelope's little one! Or see Ginny's wedding, or even find that special someone for himself...Oh Harry, why?" he caught the last part of Hermione's tearful exclamation.
"I don't know Hermione, I just don't. He was so young still...so full of life! But I think he did find that special someone at least. I don't know who it was, but once he mentioned it 'wasn't meant to be' and that he didn't want to talk about it."Harry answered while holding onto a now openly sobbing Hermione.
"But that's even worse", she cried. "He should have got to be with somebody, just as we eventually will get the chance to. It should have been 'meant to be'!". At this Harry started to slowly lead Hermione away from where they were standing, leaving Ron to see what he'd been expecting after having overheard their conversation.
It was a headstone engraved with "Ronald Weasley – beloved son and friend".
***
As Ron opened his eyes he could feel a tear making its way down his cheek into the pillow. The dream had upset him, not only because he had been dead, but also because of Hermione's words in the dream. He did have the right to meant-to-be, and even if it turned out not to be meant, he owed it to himself to try.
Having come to a conclusion, Ron wiped away the tear-track and turned around to look at the clock. It was half five in the morning, early enough for nobody to be awake but late enough for him to wake Hermione.
"Hey sleepyhead! 'Mione, wake up!"
She stirred and yawned before even opening her eyes.
"Is it time already", she murmured sleepily as she opened her eyes with obvious difficulty. Ron had to smile. It seemed Hermione wasn't quite as immune to early mornings as he had expected.
"Yes, unfortunately...we've got lessons in less than four hours! At least I'm sure that nobody is awake to see you go back to your own bed this early in the day!"
"Oh well. At least we've got Transfiguration later on today, maybe we'll get our essays back!"
The thought of this appeared to help Hermione wake up fully, and she slipped out of bed trying not to make a sound.
"See you at breakfast", she whispered and quietly made her way out of the boys dorm.
"Yes, see you there."
Ron watched her leave, admiring the figure she made before concentrating on the day ahead.
***
A big thank you for all the reviews – they do help getting me to work on the story!