`just leave me alone *Ginny/Hermione*

[ron]

Wreckless. Lost. Angry. Hurt. Confused. Were all words that could define the once light-hearted Ronald Weasley. The boy that once was so full of life and easily the pun at every joke was now gone. He was not the same Ronald Weasley he had been before the battle. He was still Ron in a warped sense but after a battle like the one at Hogwarts four months ago, it really changed some people. And, Ron was really no exception.

Certainly, he tried his best to maintain his old self. Certainly, he acted as if everything was okay around his family and friends. However, the moment, he was alone he broke down; he turned to drinking, sleep, and avoidance for many reasons. It was hard to pretend everything was ok, that the loss of the people surrounding them was ok, and everyone would move on from it. He tried his best to be happy for George, his mum, and other siblings. He tried his best not to show his pain right after the war. However, slowly as reality hit him his world came crumbling down.

At first, he took his mind away from the pain by occupying his mind with two of his good friends... Harry Potter and... Not the other person you would quickly assume he would be with. The second person was not a Ms. Hermione Granger, but instead, a Neville Longbottom. They were the only two people he could honestly stand to be around for the longest time. They were the only two people for the fact that he could drink around them without them thinking too much of it, they were the only two that understood the silence among themselves, and the only two that didn't pressure Ron into talking about things he just did not want to talk about. In addition, if the war was ever mentioned it was a simple 'Thank the lords, the Dark Lord is gone...' and that was it. It is all he could honestly, handle at this point.

However, slowly Ron spiraled downhill. Slowly, he started to feel his life crashing down around him. It's when the lies started to happen and the late nights, and slight drinking problem started to happen. He was not sure how long ago he started to struggle with his life, and start losing control because the days started to become one for him. His life at Hogwarts turned into a mass get up, skip class or go to class and sleep, usually skip meals, then end up in his dorm at the end of the night and kept to himself. In addition, the weekends were the worse because that's when he would drink obsessively and sometimes he would gain enough courage to bring some booze into the dorms, and hide it from all. He was fortunate enough that Harry and all the boys left him alone, that they didn't pay much attention to his grievance...

In fact, most people did leave him alone knowing he must just need time to heal. It was rather Hermione and a few select other people that tried to confront him. And, this is where all the lies would happen. His quickest reaction being "Sorry, i'm meeting Harry, can't talk." and then he would vanish for ages.

It was a Saturday afternoon and Ron had finally managed to slowly get himself out of bed around thirteen o' clock, his red hair rather matted, his blue eyes a little red, but he managed. Besides Saturday meant for one thing... a trip to Hogsmead, a trip to wash away his sorrows, a trip he needed because he just ran out of his stash of firewhiskey the other day and he was in need for a pick me up.

He clammered out of the Gryffindor Common Room and started making his way out of the Castle, as he would most weekends...

However,

Unfortunately for him this escape was not going to be as easy as all the others...

[ginny]

Last night, Hermione had come to talk to Ginny, worried about her brother Ron. Ron wasn't himself. He was avoiding Hermione, which was made all the worse by what had happened between them during the battle. Hermione wanted to know why Ron was being such an idiot, why he was avoiding her, why their relationship hadn't gone the way it should have. But some of the things she had said had really worried Ginny. She told her that Ron often said he was with Harry, and then vanished for hours, and that later Harry would say Ron hadn't been with him at all. Ginny had noticed that Ron wasn't himself.

The battle had affected everyone, and all of the Weasleys were feeling the loss of their brother, Fred. Ginny was holding it together very well... on the outside, at least. Really, she was just not allowing herself to be upset any more. She didn't think about it, she didn't talk about it. This made her strong, but wasn't the healthiest way to handle things. The headstrong Gryffindor wouldn't consider any other options, though.

She and Hermione decided that Ron needed to be made to talk to someone. Maybe it was nothing, but if it was then Ginny couldn't just let it lie. She had already decided against involving Harry; he would just say to leave the bloke alone. But Harry and Ron tended to be like that. Hermione was the emotional glue that held them all together. And with Ron pushing Hermione out of the picture, something had to be done.

Ginny and Hermione had woken up early, as part of their plan meant beating Ron to the common room. They had no idea what time he'd get up at. When he came downstairs Ginny was to lead him to an empty classroom, where Hermione would be waiting. Then Ginny would... well, Ginny would guard the door, she supposed.

But Ron took forever to get up. Finally, after Ginny had almost given up and gone to check he hadn't climbed out a window or something, Ron emerged from the boys dormitories. He strode towards the portrait hole determinedly, not looking around. He hadn't seen Ginny.

Ginny had had a long time to come up with what she was going to do. She was a fantastic liar, and was going to use that to her advantage. She pulled her face into a convincingly distraught expression, and ran over to Ron.
"Ron!" she said, getting his attention, "Ron, come quick, something's happened..." she grabbed his hand and started hurrying with him towards the portrait hole "its... Ron, just come with me!" Ginny thought she played the part of distressed little sister, too flustered to say what exactly was wrong, very well, if she did say so herself.

[ron]

The morning or well... the afternoon was already not starting off the greatest for Ron. Before getting too far into his attempt for the outdoors, fresh air, and the temptation of firewhiskey he stubbed his toe stumbling a bit. "Buger" he stuttered out, groggily, as a few curse words also escaped his lips. Not only was he dealing with an ongoing headache, he now was dealing with a twinkle of pain in his toe. He was hoping this was not going to be how the whole day ended up; pain, pain, and more pain. Wasn't emotional pain torture enough let alone physical pain? Then again, Ronald was kind of making the stubbed toe and the headache a mountain out of a mole hill. It was not as bad as he would like to say it was...

Ron took a deep breath as he picked himself back up, letting himself know that misery would be out of his head with just a few more miles and he'd wash away his sorrows. But, of course, as it was mentioned earlier... things were just not going Ronald's way this morning. Because within seconds he heard that familiar voice screaming his name, causing his whole body to pause in alert, as he heard the panic voice of his sister, freaking out, and the grasp of her hand as she started to take him someplace.

A ping was sent to Ronald's chest as his own panic started to settle in. What the bloody hell was going on!? All these thoughts started to storm inside his head and erupt. All the thoughts of firewhiskey, and getting away from here were gone as he noticed how worried his sister seemed. He feared the worst. Was Harry hurt? Or, his mum, dad? Another sibling? Oh no, oh god no, he hoped George hadn't tried anything... that would be just brutal! Was it Hermione? What the bloody hell was going on! Now days whenever he heard the words 'something’s happened' followed by someone freaking out he could not help but to fear the worst. After the Battle of Hogwarts he just... he was always afraid they would lose someone else in the family. And, Ron and the Weasley’s they just could not handle any more pain then they were already dealing with. Losing one brother was enough…

Finally, as he felt himself being dragged through Hogwart's halls he musterd up the voice to speak, "Ginny! Bloody hell, what is going on!?"

This was so not in Ron's plans for the day...

[ginny]

Ginny didn't want to scare Ron (well, not too much, anyway) but she really couldn't think of any other way to do this. The classroom they had picked (one that was always empty) was a good way away from Gryffindor tower, so Ginny had to find a way to get Ron there quickly, and without asking too many questions. Because she wouldn't be able to answer any. If she started trying to make up some story Ron would want to stop, know details, or maybe just see right through it all together. She had been right about Ron being groggy right after waking up. It was pretty easy to lead him.

She went fast, not wanting to give him a chance to second guess where he was going. At one point she allowed herself to glance up at his face. He looked petrified, and for a moment Ginny felt guilty. But then she mentally kicked herself; Ron was a big boy, he would be fine. She wouldn't baby him, for Merlin's sake!

When they were in sight of the classroom Ginny found herself hoping that Hermione hadn't given up and left. Ron had taken longer then they had thought. She planned to let Ron go into the classroom, then shut and lock the door behind him. if there was no one else in the room, that would lead to some awkward explanations. And they'd probably never get another chance at this; he wouldn't trust them again. But Ginny felt sure that Hermione wouldn't have given up. She was so anxious to talk to Ron, and to know what was wrong. Really, Ron had brought this on himself. If the prat hadn't been avoiding Hermione all these months then they wouldn't have to resort to this. And it was clear, now that Ginny saw Ron up close, that he needed some sort of intervention. Not only was he sleeping past noon (which was late, even for Ron) but his eyes looked puffy and bloodshot. They needed to do something- tough love, baby.

"In here," Ginny said, keeping the tone of urgency in her voice, indicating the door ahead of them. Once Ron was inside Ginny slammed the door, pulled out her wand, and performed a sticking spell. She didn't know how to lock a door so 'Alohamora' wouldn't work, so she settled instead for making the door stick to the frame. Ginny's charm was powerful; nothing was going to budge it, not until she removed the charm. "Sorry, bro," Ginny called through the door, "its for your own good."

Ginny then sat down on the floor beside the door, her back to the wall, and waited.

[ron]

The panic still was not leaving Ron's face. He hated that she was not answering him. What the bloody hell was going on!? They were not heading for the Hospital Wing, or even to the Headmistress's Office. Where on earth was she taking him. At this point, he was not sure if this should make him less panicked or more panicked. His face was bright red as he tried his hardest to keep up with Ginny. It was not the easiest task either because Ron was still extremely tired from last night and he had never been much of a morning person in the first place… let alone staying up till all hours in the night.

He quickly entered into the classroom Ginny dragged him to and that was when the door was slammed practically in his face. His eyes went wide as he heard her muter some sort of spell, and his hands immediately went to the doorknob as he tried to yank the door open. "What the, Bloody Hell!" he screamed out, as he hit the door with his hand. "Ginny, is this some sort of game! Let me out!" he said kicking the door slightly yet again. He could not believe he fell for her act. He should have known better, out of all the years living with Ginny he still could not tell when something was really wrong or she was just crying wolf. Ah, damn he despised her for being able to manipulate him with her stupid acts. It was so easy for her to get her way being the only girl in the family, and the youngest Weasley on top of that… she had it so simple!

Out of the corner of his eyes, he noted that brown hair, and that slender form of Hermione Granger. And, his face turned a bright shade of red as realization hit him. This was some sort of ploy Ginny had cooked up wasn't it!? He always knew that his sister was just dying to get Hermione and him together, and not just for Ronald's benefit. It was part of a plot to welcome Hermione into their home and become an actual Weasley. He knew how close the two girls were but he found Ginny’s ‘plan’ absolutely pathetic! How could she do this to him!? Didn't Ginny know that nothing was going to happen with him and Hermione!? It just couldn't at this point. Even if she did like him, which he doubted... he had a slight feeling what happened was an accident on her part...

He quickly averted his eyes back to the door, being careful not to even look at Hermione at this point, knowing it would bring back too many memories that he did not want to deal with right now... "She locked you in here too?" he muttered, in disgust, as he turned and hit the door again, not really looking to start a conversation, just pointing out what he assumed was the obvious. However, what he didn't know was how wrong he was…

"Ginny! Let us out! You'll be sorry the moment I get out of here...." he screamed through the doorway, as he continued to pound on it, as if it would actually open from his fists hitting it…

[ron]

His fist hit the door once last time as he heard Hermione's voice. Her voice made him feel numb inside it had been ages since they last really spoke. He felt a pain in his chest just from hearing her voice, and small memories were starting to form inside his head. If her voice was making him feel this way, he could only imagine what looking at her would do to him.

It finally hit him however, that he was not getting out of here. He realized the truth now, the real realization. The truth was that Hermione was in on this little prison scheme with Ginny. He supposed he had been thick headed to assume Ginny did this all on her own. He assumed he should have known that Hermione wanted to speak to him. She was a bloody girl after all, and she would want to speak to him about what happened. He wasn't sure what she had to say but he wasn't sure he wanted to hear it all right now. He assumed it would be something of rejection and a mistake. And, even if it wasn’t what did it matter? Nothing could really happen between them, now could it? He supposed it was also wrong of him to completely shut her out of his life. She was his other best friend after all even if they did have their fights. At the end of the day, the two still had always been friends. However, everything felt so much different for Ron now...

"Bloody hell!" he shouted out in frustration, that final pound on the door the loudest of them all, and of course, no budge. But, his face now red with anger and frustration, and over all defeat as he let out a sigh, and he grumbled something about this whole thing being pointless. For one his hand was now just as red as his face and sore, and if Hermione was in on this, he was never getting out. If anybody knew how to get this door opened it was her, and of course Ginny... but neither of those things seemed very possible at this moment. He should have known the moment he woke up with that headache this morning, he should have stayed in bed.

His body slowly began to turn around, his eyes averted to the ground. He still couldn't look at Hermione, that was proving to be too difficult for him. "Please," he paused, shaking his head hating himself for being fooled into Ginny and Hermione's little escape. "Just help me get out of here. Please, tell Ginny to let us out... I can't..." his throat felt swollen as he couldn't muster up any words to say. He didn't know what to say to Hermione. In addition, just being in the same room with her was already bringing up so many memories. "Please, Hermione..."

His voice cracked at her name and he looked so beat up. Not physically beaten but he looked emotionally drained. Being in the same room with her was killing him. He needed out. He felt like he was suffocating and the only air he could get was outside these doors. He needed out so he could run outside, and grab the first bottle of firewhiskey he could grasp. He needed out because he could not stand to be in the same room with her for so many reasons. He felt like he was dying...

"Please, Hermione,"

He tried again, eyes still not looking straight at her, and a look of pain was etched upon his face, and sealed inside his throat. This was not Ronald Weasley...

[ron]

His whole body trembled. He could hear it in her voice how stressed she was. He was not sure if stressed was the right word to be using. However, he could not handle how upset she sounded at this moment. He knew the moment he locked eyes with her his whole heart would melt. He hated the effect that Hermione had on him. He hated that he was part of the reason she was more than likely so upset. He knew that even if it wasn't about what happened the night of the battle, it was because she probably felt like she was losing her best friend. The last time they went a long time without talking was torture even when Ron had a girlfriend. He knew how much he had hurt her when he dated Lavender Brown. However, he never read too much into it. He now accepted that the main reason he dated Lavender was out of jealousy, for being in love with Hermione, he however, never understood the full reason why Hermione didn’t like him dating Lavender. Even after what happened that night of the Battle he still wasn’t certain how Hermione was feeling…

He sucked in a huge gulp of air. However, he still felt himself struggling to breathe. His eyes averted up as he looked at Hermione. His eyes found hers as he felt his whole heart fall to the pit of his stomach. He felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach now as he bit down on his lip. The pain in his eyes were very vivid. It was obvious he had not slept a decent rest in so long. It was obvious that something was wrong with him because of the blood shot red eyes, and you could almost tell the young boy had felt so much pain, and seen so much horror because his pain was there inside his eyes.

He felt flashes of memory now when he finally looked at her. He now felt a burning hole inside his chest. As the memories flooded his mind and took him back to the night of the battle, he could feel her lips on his again. He remembered holding her to him and not wanting to let go, he remembered the adoring look he gave her, and the one she possibly had given him back that night. (he wasn’t sure if it was just in the heat of the moment, but it was meaningful either way.) He remembered every detail and it made his heart ache. This was what he had wanted to avoid. He didn't want to go back to that moment. And, now that he did he almost wanted to go back to just those few moments where Hermione was wrapped around him. However, he knew this was not possible.

Because as quickly as those moments flashed into his mind they were taken away. They were replaced with his cries for Fred...the images were replaced with all the deaths that happened that night. And, just as those images flashed back into his mind, Ron let out a whimper, and he looked as if he was about ready to break down and cry. He really needed a drink right now. He really needed to get away from Hermione. He did not deserve to be standing here. He did not deserve to have her trying to talk to him. He did not deserve to ever have the opportunity to kiss her. He did not deserve any of it...

After moments of silence, Ron lost it again. He turned his back on her and proceeded to pound on the door again, this time he was sobbing. "Let me out! Let me out!" he screamed, turning the door knob with his hand. His face was bright red, as tears fell down his cheeks. It was the first time he had cried since Fred's death. And he knew it was all sudden. But, Hermione standing in the room with him, trying to get him to talk. The memories of that night... the 'good,' and the 'bad' had just completely broke him.

Ron was more broken then he had ever been before.

[ginny]

Ginny had been listening silently to Ron's yelling and pounding on the door. He sounded furious, but that wasn't much of a surprise. She hadn't expected him to be happy about the situation. If he was then they wouldn't have had to ambush him in the first place. She couldn't hear when Hermione spoke, or when Ron spoke to her (if he spoke to her) for which she was glad. She didn't want to intrude on their privacy. But she could hear Ron shouting sure enough.

After a little while the pounding stopped, and Ginny didn't hear anything for a few moments. Then, all of a sudden, it started up again, and this time Ron was begging. He sounded completely broken. Ginny hugged her knees to her tightly, and closed her eyes, trying not to listen. She couldn't let him out. Not yet. She knew that wasn't what was best for Ron, in the long run. But it was so hard when she heard his voice. She had never heard her big brother like that before. She closed her eyes and tried not to listen to her brother's sobs.

[ron]

His whole body was shaking, as his body heaved up and down, and the tears still rolled down his cheeks. He was going to hate himself for this later he knew he would. He already hated that he was letting Hermione see him like this. He didn't want Hermione to see him as weak. He already felt as if he sometimes was the weakest out of the trio and part of the group for no reason. Sure, he had his good qualities it was just sometimes he felt like they were pointless compared to the two of them. The last time Hermione had saw him like this was when she kept him back from running out to Fred's lifeless form...

Her body against him took him for a whirlwind. He could not remember the last time they were so close. Her touch sent chills down his spine, as he gulped back some more sobs. For a few seconds it did calm him down. He had the power to out throw her, to throw her off him but he didn't. For one even in this state of mind he did not want to hurt her. However, two he felt weaker than he had in a long time. He didn't feel like he had the strength to pull out from her restraints. Her touch, her body against his, made him feel as if she was using a paralyze spell on him. Only Hermione would be able to stop his immediate thrashes just like that. If it were anyone else it would have been a bigger struggle.

The sobbing slowly started to subside, the tears still streaming down his red face though. His whole body still shook, as he slowed down his breathing. Finally catching his breath, he pulled away from her shaking his head. Hating himself for not pulling away faster than he should have. She should not be allowed to touch him, he should not let her affect him the way she was... and he cursed himself for not pulling away faster.

He sunk down to the ground, his back against the door, as he moved away from her, his head shaking. "No..." he paused, his head still shaking, not looking at her, as his face suddenly went blank. "It's not alright...," another slight pause, as a few more tears rolled down his face, "My brother's dead..."

Ron choked back some more tears, his face already bright red and tear stained, "And, it's all my fault."

His eyes still averted to the wall straight ahead.

[ron]

His head shook repeatedly as a few more tears fell down his face. He hated how weak he looked right now. He hated that he could not pound open this door and run away from this. He knew people often said running away from your problems never did any good. However, he felt like eventually they would go away. Eventually people would leave him alone and he could continue to drown his sorrows in whiskey. It was the only solution. He was not the same Ron he was before the Battle. He was broken. More broken then he was the time he found out Hermione snogged Krum, the time he left Harry and Hermione alone in that tent, at the Yule Ball, at Dumbledore's death, and so many other events in his life. He was in a state he could not get out of.

He closed his eyes for a minute as his skin absorbed her touch. He bit down on his lips causing his lips to bleed slightly, as his body trembled. "Don’t..." he shook his head at her, pushing her away from him. "Please, don't touch me," he whimpered out, taking the opportunity to scoot away from her. He hated the affect she had on him. He hated that just looking at her made him get that sick, puppy love feeling in the pit of his stomach. He hated that her touch made him feel warm inside. He hated that he longed to kiss her again, and hold her in his arms again. He hated how he nearly regretted the kiss because now everything felt so different around her. What was simply a touch or a look before felt like so much more to him now… He hated that his heart ached so much just at the simple thought of the name ‘Hermione’ And, he hated how he felt he no longer deserved her in his life.

He took this small moment, keeping his distance from her, as he looked at her, even more pain was hidden beneath his eyes before he spoke, "You just, you wouldn't understand," he spat at her. He knew a typical thing to say to him right now was to tell him it was not his fault. He had felt like this was his fault for as long as he could remember, and how could he not? He knew a lot of people would continue to tell him it wasn't his fault but he couldn't help but to blame himself...

He knew that Hermione was the type of person to pry and pry till she received the information she needed. He knew Hermione always ended up finding a way to gain information... she was after all the "brightest witch of her age" so before she could even ask him to explain, he gave in, and spoke up, spilling his deepest thoughts, hoping that just maybe if he did she'd let him free. That damn firewhiskey was calling his name.

"If I hadn't been friends with Harry, my family... they wouldn't have been so involved in that bloody war. If I wouldn't have brought Harry home and made him part of my family then my family might not have felt the need to fight as much as they did, they might have stayed out of it, and Fred might still be here" he breathed out, his voice rising slightly, as he struggled to maintain calm, which never was an easy obstacle for Ronald.

"If anyone in my family should have died that night...it was... it was supposed to be me..." he concluded with, as his head fell hardly against the door.


((they're good! don't be sorry! ))

[ron]

To be honest, Ronald could not even wrap around his mind a different world where he was not friends with Harry Potter. He did not blame Harry for this war or even Fred's death. It was never Harry's fault that Voldomort had tried to kill him as a baby, it was not Harry's fault this whole war started. The war was going to happen with or without Harry. Ronald knew this but he could not help but to assume his parent's would have sat back more if Ron had not became best friends with Harry. Even though in the reality of it all his family has always been with the Order. And his family would have wanted to help Harry part of the family or not.

In all reality, he also knew what Hermione said was true. That if Ron had not became such quick friends with Ron he would have become friends with Draco Malfoy. He remembered his first year here at Hogwarts and upon arrival Draco's ambition to drag Harry into Slytherin and his group of friends. He had been so thankful Harry stood his guard and defended Ron and Hermione and stuck by their sides. In all honesty, if Ron could do it over again he wouldn't change anything. He would still have become Harry's friend because he could not imagine life without his best friend by his side. Harry's friendship made Ron a better person. The only thing he would have changed at this particular moment was whose death happened at the Battle of Hogwarts. If he could somehow go back in time...

"Hermione," a thought occurred to him, an impossible thought. However, it was worth a mention wasn't it? "A time turner, could that work? Could that bring back Fred?" he asked her, remembering learning about this artifact a few years ago. Of course, he had hardly paid much attention to the whole chapter. However, he knew how hard it was to find one of these, on top of the fact the Professor kept insisting on how if people messed with time it could really affect the world in a way it shouldn't, including the people in it. However, this was a risk Ron was willing to take. And, the only way he knew how to take this risk was with Hermione's help. She was just the brains he needed in order to figure out how to accomplish this plan.

He was now too far lost in his thoughts to even listen to how upset she sounded at him announcing he thought it should be him who died. He tried to block out how upset, how angry she was with him for his statement. He let out a sigh, his face still slightly red from his break down, but his eyes were far gone from tears now. "I knew you wouldn't understand," he breathed out finally, "You just don't understand... If it was me, it would be okay. Percy was headboy in school and intelligent, and Bill he’s married and starting a family, Charlie is one of the greatest man's I know and a dragon trainer, Ginny is the only girl of the family and bloody, tough. And as for Fred and George, how is either of them supposed to live while the other is dead? George is so lost without his other half and they had the shop going for them and... now, everything is just.. it's just," his voice slightly cracked,

"It would just have been better for me to be gone... I'm just Ron," he concluded with. He then finally mustered up some courage to look at her again. A very desperate pleading look lay in his eyes, as he waited for her to answer him. Though deep down he already knew there was really no hope in him switching places with Fred. Deep down he knew what happened was permanent.

Nevertheless, all he had left was hope...

[ron]

There it was again. That ping that was sent straight to his chest. All of his hope was lost. His face went back to the sunken in, ghost state like. He was past crying but he was still not going back to any 'normal' Ronald Weasley state. And, at any moment, he could have another break down. The only thing that had started to keep Ronald sane anymore was the firewhiskey, and was staying away from everyone. And, now he was not sure when he would get out of here. He felt like he was being held hostage. And, he knew that Ginny and Hermione were very apt at not letting him out until things were settled. He just didn't know how anything would get settled. How could it? Fred was dead. Others were dead. You couldn't just settle in the world without these people. It was torture.

Ronald however, should not have been so daft to assume a timeturner could have worked. He knew what Hermione was saying was all-true. He knew Hermione wouldn't lie to him. He also knew if timeturners were possible someone would have already attempted to save people from death. He knew that the Battle could have turned out worse if they even attempted to go back. Fred could still have died, or other's alongside him. Voldomort may end up winning the Battle and this was something nobody could risk. But, for a splicker of a second Ron had hope in his eyes, and an ache in his heart that gave him a longing desire for any attempt to change what happened. And, now it was all lost. Ronald just needed to accept and move on... he just didn't think it was possible.

Ronald slowly struggled to get back on his feet, being careful to still not look at Hermione. Every time he did his whole body ached, and it sent memories flashing inside his head. Memories he should never have been so lucky to share with her. Memories he wanted to keep in his past because he could not continue on being her friend. It wasn't fair...

It was not fair that Ronald was still alive and had every opportunity to spend time with the girl he grew to love. It wasn't fair that Ronald was able to see George, and the rest of the family. It wasn't fair Ronald had the ability to live. Whereas Fred no longer was able to do any of this material. Fred was no longer able to kiss his girlfriend, be with his twin brother, and just live. So many people had loved and needed Fred and now he was just... he was gone.

"Hermione," his voice sounded swollen, and distant. "Just... please, let me out..." he tried again, "I have to leave you...." he concluded with as he turned to look at the door, "Please, let me out...." this time his voice was more calm, more broken, but anybody could see he was still pleading and begging to get out of here. And, at any moment, he could easily crack again.

[ron]

Ronald was about to lose his patience at any minute. This was no different personality flaw in Ron. This was not something new when it came to Ron's personality. He had never been a very patient person. In the tent, when his stomach was growling, and begging to be fed he lost his patience. When they were not able to find the horcrux's he lost his patience. When they were not able to hear any news on what was going on in the Wizarding World Ron of course lost his patience again. Granted, he had been forgiven for his reaction on account that part of his anger, and disruption was because of the horcrux necklace that had been wrapped around his neck for far too long. It affects him a lot worse than it did Harry or Hermione. He never understood why but he was fortunate he eventually snapped out of his despair and was able to find the two again. Harry welcoming him back with open arms. It was Hermione who hadn’t been so keen to welcome him back. Which made him wonder why this time after his bluntness lying to her and ignoring her even made her bother with him…

This patience he did not have however had a different representation for him. Now that his main source for sanity was coming from firewhiskey he was at a huge loss. He did not know how much longer he could stay in here locked in the room with Hermione before breaking down again. Everything that was happening was just so overwhelming for him. He needed to get out of here before making himself look even weaker. He needed air, and he needed a drink for his sanity. He did not want to cry anymore and he felt like he was suffocating inside this locked classroom.

His face slowly started to become red again. This was easily known as a Weasley trait. Sure, other's faces turned red easily and also had this bright shade of red tint to their cheeks. However, being a Weasley the red came a lot faster and happened a lot more often. Ron's face often flustered when he was embarrassed, jealous, angry, or in a situation like right now where he was about to lose his cool again. He blamed it on his bloody hair. His red hair that always made him easily spotted in a crowd. His red hair that usually automatically dabbed him as a 'Weasley.'

And in an instinct Ron's patience boiled over and he let out a growl. "Bloody hell!" he shouted out, his fist hitting the door again. "Just let me out of here!" his fist hitting the door again and this time a crack was heard, however it wasn't from the door this time...

"Bloody hell, Dammit, Bugger," Ron stepped quickly away from the door as he held his hand against his chest. "Just my bloody luck," he whimpered.

His eyes then averted to Hermione as he glared at her, "See what you bloody did,!" he accused her right on spot; this was a typical Ronald thing to do. Even if it was not her fault because it was his reaction to violence against the door that landed him in this state, but you better believe he was about to blame the whole ruddy thing on Hermione.

[ron]

Ron ducked just in time before his head was taken off with a book. His eyes went wide as he gapped at her. "Bloody hell!" he yelped out, did she really just throw a book at him? Did she not see he already put enough damage on himself? He did not need her helping in the matter. If she was really this mad then why the bloody hell, did she not tell Ginny to unlock the door and let them out!? It was a better case scenario then her trying to chop his head off with books. Really though in the reality of it all Ron should not have been so shocked. There had been plenty of times when Hermione lost her 'cool' and it ended up with objects being thrown at his head, body, and you know other places near him... and sometimes it was much worse than objects being thrown! Ron had not only had books thrown at him before, Hermione had always been guilty of hitting him with newspapers and books before as well. Moreover, the worst of all the things she has ever done to him was when she sent those ruddy birds at him in his sixth year, when he was dating Lavender Brown. Those damn things lefts scars on his face for weeks!

"Are you bloody mad!?"

His voice was loud, and echoed inside the room. As he stared at her a look of anger and a slight look of fear etched itself on Ron’s face. He knew what Hermione was capable of when she was ticked off. It was rather funny though how quick the change of events happened. A conversation like this was often easily started between Ron and Hermione. The two were always bickering about something. Something stupid or not stupid. Ron was always questioning her motives. And, Hermione was often getting annoyed with him for something or another.

Truth be told, it was rather a shock at how much the two liked each other. Their constant bickering, throwing tantrums with each other, and arguing would make anyone think they were enemies. Ok, maybe not anyone! Because the real truth be told; the truth for most people was... they all saw right through the Ron and Hermione act. The act of their arguments and bickering, which hid their undenying feelings for each other. The fact that Ron and Hermione cared about each other a lot more then they led on. The fact that Ron and Hermione got jealous when it came to other girls and guys they dated, or potentially could date. The fact that they were just too stubborn to own up and be with each other...

And the moment they almost got a step further in their relationship... it was destroyed only a day later.

At the end of the day, Ron would always have feelings for Hermione no matter how hard he tried to deny them. There was just something about that frizzy haired girl he adored... Hermione always brought out the better in Ronald Weasley. And, Ronald Weasley always brought out the better in Hermione Granger. Without Ron, she would be too uptight and without Hermione, he would be too lazy... Simple truth.

He let out a low groan now as he cupped his hand up against his chest. The pain becoming more apparent. His hand was throbbing, his face was bright red, and he felt queasy.

"Please... let me out," he whimpered out, the boom in his voice long gone now, as the pain in his hand was taking over the anger in the misdemeanor of her throwing books.

[ginny]

Ginny had jumped as she heard Ron start shouting to be let out again, and start banging on the door.
They had been quiet for a long time, and Ginny couldn't hear what they were talking about. But she thought it was going well. She hoped it was going well. Surely, if things were going badly, there would be shouting?

But then she had heard Ron yell, and he banged the door so forcefully she worried for a moment that her charm wouldn't hold. Ginny felt her stomach sink, and realise how dependant she had been on this going well. She had thought it had been going well. Ron's yelling out made it feel like they were back at square one.

Ginny again felt guilt at failing to notice how her older brother was doing. She had already lost one brother; she should have been extra grateful for the ones she had, not ignoring them! But, Ginny thought, maybe she hadn't been so ignorant to Ron's situation as she had thought. Maybe on some level she had known Ron was struggling, and she'd avoided him because she couldn't handle it. Somehow this thought didn't make her feel any better.

Ginny had stood up when Ron banged on the door, and had her hand on the handle. She was almost ready to let him out, or to barge in so she could talk to him, but she stopped herself. If she opened the door Ron would probably bolt, and if anyone was going to get through to Ron right now it was Hermione. Well, Hermione or maybe their mum.

So Ginny sat back down, this time with her back to the door, as though giving it extra support, and keeping Ron inside. Or maybe as well so she could feel if Ron started trying to get out again.