Life after war

Ron and Hermione get together after the war ............. are they gonna be safe? what if there are still dark people around wanting to take revenge on them for helping Harry defeat the dark lord?

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9. Chapter 9

"WHAT!" They yelled in unison.

"When? Where?" asked mum

"J-just now, right in-front of the shop." My own voice was bitter, I should have come to collect her. Now she was hurt and I couldn't help but think it was my fault. "I'm so sorry. You'll have to tell the others, I have to be there when she wakes up." She would wake up. She had to. I thought she'd merely been stunned, so why was she bleeding? Why was my robe covered in her blood? I grabbed some floo powder, stepped into the fireplace and said, "St. Mungo's"

All of a sudden I was in the gleaming reception again. I ran to the welcome witch and said "Granger, Hermione?"

"Go to room 27 in the Carter ward, fourth floor" I bolted up the stairs and to a room on the left.

Her hair was all tangled and messy and she looked smaller than usual. I took her soft, small hand in my large ashy one. On her right arm something stood out and shimmered. 'Mudblood' was re-etched into her skin. I felt like punching something. It was awful to look at, she'd been branded for life.

"Ron?" came her thin voice. I realized I was shaking, "Oh no, you saw it didn't you?" she gasped gripping her right arm suddenly.

"She did that again?" I hissed .She breathed back "please, please don't tell anyone." She looked into my eyes desperately and I shook my head. The healer came in then.

"Right, dear, it's just minor concussion. Drink this," she put a blue potion of some sort on the table "and you'll be home within an hour or so." She turned to me, "There is an Auror outside who wants to ask you a few questions about the attack." I nodded my head and swallowed, kissed Hermione on the cheek and followed the healer out into the hall. There I saw Harry in his purple Auror robes.

"Ron, what happened? Is she okay?"

"Yeah," I gulped, "Just minor concussion, she probably hit her head when she fell." I said. He let out a sigh of relief.

"Who was it?" he asked, although I think he knew the answer.

"Bellatrix, who else?" I replied. A thought struck me then, the only time she'd been close enough to Bellatrix for her to do that was when her, Harry and me had been caught by the snatchers. They'd taken us to the Malfoy's and tortured Hermione for information. I don't imagine it was one of our better memories "She re-did her scar?" I asked. He was shocked! Then I continued,"She's proud of it but she hates it at the same time." He said "She feels marked by it." No surprise, she was. I sat down and Harry sat next to me. Right now I only wanted to do one thing, kill Bellatrix Lestrange, NO, DESTROY HER!!!

-o-O-o-

Hermione sat next to me again at dinner, her chair extremely close to mine. A dull silence hung in the air. After two attacks on Hermione everybody knew something was up. But no one knew quite what. I would be the one to cheer Hermione up, though. 

"Meet me in the living room," I whispered in her ear. She gave me a questioning look as I stood up and walked to the living room where I'd left our jackets earlier. I turned to see Hermione in the doorway.

"Right," she said eyeing the jackets, "where are we going?"

"A date." I announced "the location, however, is a surprise." I pulled her with me into the yard and towards the lake. Our old rowing boat sat on the bank and I'd decorated it with flowers earlier. "My lady?" I said stepping into the small boat and offering my hand to her.

"Sir," she said, her lips turned up slightly as she took my hand and stepped into the boat. I myself could not believe that I doing something like this, it was so not me. No one would have expected this from Ronald Weasley.

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