| Title: Everything Will Be All Right
Feedback: Appreciated very much. E-mail Me Archive: Ask first, I'll say yes. Rating: PG for romance and language. Pairing: Ron/Hermione. Summary: What happened later the night of Dear Diary. Notes: Sequel to Dear Diary. Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. JK Rowling, Scholastic, and people who are luckier than me own everything else. Big surprise. |
Everything Will Be All Right By Alison D/C: I don't own anything, JK Rowling, Scholastic, and people who are luckier than me own them. ~*~*~ Hermione woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in a cold sweat with her covers all twisted around her. She was out of breath. Panting, she remembered the dream that she had just had, the one that had been haunting her for the past four years… "Hey, Hermione," said Ron with a big grin on her face. He came up to her and kissed her on the lips. "Hi, Ron," she said, glad for the distraction from her Potions homework. "Let's go for a walk," he said, extending his hand towards her. She gladly took it, and they left Hogwarts and started walking around the lake. Once they reached the far end of it, Ron stopped. "Hermione, I have something to tell you." "What is it, Ron?" she said with some concern. "You see," said Ron, his face changing out of shape into a different person, a different spirit. It looked like… "I'm not Ron. I'm Voldemort." Hermione screamed as she backed away from Voldemort and started to turn back towards the castle. "Wait a minute, pretty girl." Hermione wanted to kill him for even daring to talk to her, for even daring to pretend that he was Ron. "Don't you want to know where the real Ronald Weasley is?" She turned back around, Hands in her robes, clutching her wand. She had secretly been practicing her Avada Kedarva curse. "He's right there." He pointed at a bush, whispered a spell, and Ron came floating out, looking miserable and abused. "Ron!" shouted Hermione, forgetting for a second that she was up against the most powerful wizard in the world. She started to run towards him to help him, but Voldemort whispered another spell, and Hermione was frozen in her place. Only her mouth could move. "You let him go, you bastard," she said, anger firing up inside of her. "No, I'd rather not," said Voldemort. "You see, Weasley here is Potter's best friend. If I kill him, Potter is weaker. Then I can kill him more easily." "Let him go!" shouted Hermione. "Hermione…" said Ron, "It's no use, he won't listen…" "And you, my pretty little girl, you will watch him die. Then you will join him forever after I'm finished with you." "No!" said Ron, struggling to get out of Voldemort's powerful grip. "You said that you wouldn't hurt her! You said she'd be safe if I went over to you!" "Plans change," Voldemort said, and a flash of green light blinded out Hermione's sight as her screams broke through the midnight air. That was when she always woke up, usually very sweaty and nervous. "I won't be able to fall asleep now," said Hermione quietly. She tiptoed out of the room, very quietly so that Parvati and Lavender wouldn't be woken up, with the plan to fall asleep in front of the common room fireplace. Except someone was already there. "Ron?" Hermione whispered. He turned his head. "Hermione!" he said, getting up. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," she said. "You look terrible," he said, concerned. "Did you have a bad dream?" Just hearing him talk to her made Hermione break out into tears. On impulse, she reached out and hugged him, sobbing into his shoulder. "Hey, it's OK," he said, leading her over to the couch in front of the fireplace. He gave her a blanket and she wrapped herself in it. "Tell me what's wrong." After she had gotten control of herself, she told Ron all about the nightmares she'd been having, and how she had been scared of You-Know-Who taking over his body and him sacrificing himself for her. "It just…It made so sad to know I could lose you!" she said, having her words come out a lot sappier than usual. "Then I came down here because I couldn't sleep, and then…" "I know the rest," said Ron. "You know what? I've been having nightmares, too. About You-Know-Who coming and…and tricking us. That's why I'm down here, I got scared that it was actually happening." "You've been having nightmares too?" asked Hermione. Ron nodded. She took a good look at his face. For the first time she noticed that it was red, like he had just been crying. "I was scared that he would come and kill you and…" he paused. "I just don't want to lose you," he said in a very soft voice, so soft that Hermione could barely hear him. Suddenly it hit her. Ron loved her, too. She didn't know exactly how she knew it, but she just felt it between them. "I don't want to lose you either," she said, just as softly. "Ron…" He turned to face her. "Yeah, Hermione?" She was silent for a second before she said, "I love you." He took her chin in his hand and moved her face gently towards his. "I love you, too," he said, kissing her for the very first time. And for the first time in her life, Hermione felt that everything disappeared. As they broke the kiss and she looked into Ron's eyes, she knew everything would be all right. They would be all right. FIN |