Chapitre 4
‘Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry’ said Hermione, before catching sight of Ron’s raised eyebrows, blushing slightly….
Chapitre 5
“Who else is back?”
‘Only Harry, Hagrid, George and me’
Hermione stifled a little moan behind her hand.
Chapitre 5
Ron tripped dazedly towards Harry and Hermione.
‘You’re OK?’ he mumbled, before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly.
‘I thought - I thought -’
‘M all right,’ said Ron, patting her on the back. ‘M fine’
‘Ron was great,’ said Tonks warmly, relinquishing her hold on Lupin. ‘Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death Eaters, straight to the head, and when you’re aiming at a moving target from a flying broom -’
‘You did?’ said Hermione, gazing up at Ron with her arms still around his neck.
Chapitre 6
‘Don’t!’ squealed Hermione. Startled, Harry looked over just in time to see her burst into tears over her copy of Speelman’s Syllabary.
‘Oh, no,’ said Harry, struggling to get up from the old camp bed. ‘Hermione, I wasn’t trying to upset -’
But with a great creaking of rusty bedsprings, Ron bounced off the bed and got here first. One arm around Hermione, he fished in his jeans pocket and withdrew a revolting-looking handkerchief that he had used to clean out the oven earlier. Hastily pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the rag and said ‘Tergeo‘.
The wand siphoned off most of the grease. Looking rather pleased with himself, Ron handed the slightly smoking handkerchief to Hermione.
‘Oh…thanks, Ron….I’m sorry…’ She blew her nose and hiccoughed. ‘It’s just so awf-ful isn’t it? R-Right after Dumbledore…I j-just n-never imagined Mad-Eye dying, somehow, he seeemed so tought!’
‘Yeah, I know,’ said Ron, giving her a squeeze.
Chapitre 6
Hermione’s eyes were swimming with tears again. Ron got back off the bed, put his arm around her once more and frowned at Harry as though reproaching him for lack of tact.
Chapitre 7
‘This isn’t average book,’ said Ron. ‘It’s pure gold: Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. Explains everything you need to know about girls. If only I’d had this last year, I’d known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would’ve known how to get going with….well, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I’ve learned a lot’…
Chapitre 7
‘Nice’, said Ron as with one final flourish of her wand, Hermione turned the leaves on the crab-apple tree to gold. ‘You’ve really got an eye for that sort of thing.’
‘Thank you, Ron!’ said Hermione, looking both pleased and a little confused.
Chapitre 7
They were wedged together so tightly that Ron had difficulty extracting his arm to put it around Hermione’s shoulders.
Chapitre 8
….wow,’ he [Ron] added, blinking rather rapidly as Hermione came hurrying towards them. ‘You look great!’
‘Always the tone of surprise,’ said Hermione, though she smiled.
Chapitre 8
Ron’s ears had turned bright red again. After glancing at Krum’s invitation as if he did not believe a word of it, he said, Much too loudly, ‘How come you here?’
‘Fleur invited me,’ said Krum, eyebrows raised.
Harry, who had no grudge against Krum, shook hands; then feeling that it would be prudent to remove Krum from Ron’s vicinity; offered to show him a seat.
….
Hermione looked rather pink and Ron’s ears were still scarlet. After a few moments, he muttered to Harry, ‘Did you see he’s grown a stupid little bear?’
Chapitre 8
But the smile vanished from his [Ron] face at once: Viktor Krum had dropped into Luna’s vacant seat. Hermione looked pleasurably flustered, but this time Krum had not come to compliment her.
…..
‘Come and dance,’ he [Ron] added abruptly to Hermione.
She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up: they vanished together into the growing throng on the dance floor.
‘Ah, they are together now?’ asked Krum, momentarily distracted.
‘Er - sort of,’ said Harry.
Chapitre 9
‘Ron!’ cried Hermione. ‘Ron, where are you?’
…
‘Ron! Ron!’ Hermione called, half sobbing as she and Harry were buffeted by terrified guests
…
And then Ron was there. He caught hold of Hermione’s free arm…
Chapitre 9
‘You’re amazing, you are,’ said Ron, handing her his bundled-up robes.
‘Thank you,’ said Hermione, managing a small smile as she pushed the robes into the bag.
Chapitre 9
…Harry looked round to see Hermione crouched on the floor by the door with her arms over her head and Ron, who was shaking from head to foot, patting her clumsily on the shoulder and saying, ‘It’s all r-right…it’s g-gone…’
Chapitre 9
Ron let out a noise between a whimper and a groan and dropped on to the sofa: Hermione joined him, gripping his arm.
‘They’re all right, they’re all right!’ she whispered, and Ron half laughed and hugged her.
Chapitre 10
Ron had had a fit from the sofa, so that her [Hermione] silhouette was raised above this. Her arm curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. The idea made him feel strangely lonely.
Chapitre 11
‘Will you stop it!’ she cried on the third evening of Kreacher’s absence, as all light were sucked from the drawing room yet again.
‘Sorry, sorry!’ said Ron, clicking the Deluminator and restoring the lights. ‘I don’t know I’m doing it!’
‘Well, can’t you find something useful to occupy yourself?’
‘What, like reading kids’ stories?’
‘Dumbledore left me this book, Ron -’
‘- and he left me the Deluminator, maybe I’m supposed to use it!’
Unable to stand the bickering, Harry slipped out of the room unnoticed by either of them.
Chapitre 11
Ron glanced at Hermione, then said, ‘What if pure-bloods and half-bloods swear a Muggle-born’s part of their family? I’ll tell everyone Hermione’s my cousin-’
Hermione covered Ron’s hand with hers and squeezed it.
‘Thank you, Ron, but I couldn’t let you-’
‘You won’t have a choice,’ said Ron fiercely, gripping her hand back. ‘I’ll teach you my family tree so you can answer questions on it.’
Hermione gave a shaky laugh.
Chapitre 11
‘Don’t look at me like that!’ he [Harry] snapped at Hermione.
‘Don’t you start on her!’ snarled Ron.
Chapitre 12
‘All right,’ said Ron slowly, ‘let’s say we go for it tomorrow…I think it should just be me and Harry.’
‘Oh, don’t start that again!’ sighed Hermione. ‘I thouhgt we’d settled this.’
Chapitre 14
Hermione was watching Ron fret over the fate of the Cattermoles, and there was such tenderness in her expression that Harry felt almost as if he had surprised her in the act of kissing him.
Chapitre 15
‘Your mother can’t produce food out of thin air,’ said Hermione. ‘No one can. Food is the first of the five Principal Exceptions to Gamp’s Law of Elemental Transfigur-’
‘Oh, speak english, can’t you?’ Ron said, prising a fishbone out from between his teeth.
‘It’s impossible to make good food out of nothing! You can Summon it if you know where it is, you can transform it, you can increase the quantity if you’ve already got some -’
‘- well, don’t bother increasing this, it’s disgusting,’ said Ron.
‘Harry caught the fish and I did my best with it! I notice I’m always the one who ends up sorting out the food; because I am a girl, I suppose!’
‘No, it’s because you’re supposed to be the best at magic!’ shot back Ron.
Hermione jumped up and bits of roast pike slid off her tin plate on to the floor.
‘You can do the cooking tomorrow, Ron, you can find the ingredients and try and charm them into something worth eating, and I’ll sit here and pull faces and moan and you can see how you -’
Chapitre 15
Ron wrenched the chain from over his head and cast the locket into a nearby chair. He turned to Hermione.
‘What are you doing?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Are you staying, or what?’
‘I…’ She looked anguished. ‘Yes - yes I’m staying, Ron, we said we’d go with Harry, we said we’d help -’
‘ I get it. You choose him.’
‘Ron, no - please - come back, come back!’
She was impeded by her own Shield Charm; by the time she had removed it, he had already stormed into the night. Harry stood quite still and silent, listening to her sobbing and calling Ron’s name amongst the trees.
After a few minutes she returned, her sopping hair plastered to her face.
‘He’s g-g-gone! Disapparated!’
She threw herself into a chair, curled up and started to cry.
Chapitre 16
Hermione’s eyes were puffy and red; she looked as if she had not slept.
…
Harry knew why she wanted to spin out their time on the riverbank; several times he saw her look up eagerly and he was sure she had deluded herself into thinking that she heard footsteps throught the heavy rain, but no red-haired figure appearated between the trees.
Chapitre 16
They did not discuss Ron at all over the next few days. Harry was determined never to mention his name again, and Hermione seemed to know that it was no use to forcing the issue, although sometimes at night when she thought he was sleeping, he would hear her crying.
Chapitre 19
‘I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears. All you desire is possible, but all that you dread is also possible…‘
‘Stab!’ shouted Harry; his voice echoed off the surrounding trees, the sword point trembled, and Ron gazed down into Riddle’s eyes.
‘Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter….least loved now, by the girl, who prefers your friend…second best, always, eternally overshadowed…‘
‘Ron, stab it now!’ Harry bellowed: he could feel the locket quivering in his grip and was scared of what was coming. Ron raised the sword still higher, and as he did so, Riddle’s eyes gleamed scarlet.
Out of the locket’s two windows, out of the eyes, there bloomed, like two grotesque bubbles, the heads of Harry and Hermione, weirdly distorted.
Ron yelled in shock and backed away as the figures blossomed out of the locket, first chests, then waists, the legs, until they stood in the locket, side by side like trees with a common root, swaying over Ron and the real Harry, who had snatched his fingers away from the locket as it burned, suddently, white-hot.
‘Ron!’ he shouted, but the Riddle-Harry was now speaking with Voldemort’s voice and Ron was gazing, mesmerized, into its face.
‘Why return? We were better without you, happier without you, glad of you absence…we laughed at your stupidity, your cowardice, your presumption-‘
‘Presumption!‘ echoed the Riddle-Hermione, who was more beautiful and yet more terrible than the real Hermione; she swayed, cackling, before Ron, who looked horrified yet transfixed, the sword hanging pointlessly at his side. ‘Who could look at you, who would ever look at you, beside Harry Potter? What have you ever done, compared with the Chosen One? What are you, compared with the Boy Who Lived?’
‘Ron, stab it, STAB IT!’ Harry yelled, but Ron did not move: his eyes were wide, and the Riddle-Harry and the Riddle-Hermione were reflected in them, their hair swirling like flames, their eyes shining red, their voices lifted in an evil duet.
‘Your mother confessed,’ sneered Riddle-Harry, while Riddle-Hermione jeered, ‘that she would have preferred me as a son, would be glad to exchange…‘
‘Who wouldn’t prefer him, what woman would take you? You are nothing, nothing, nothing to him,‘ crooned Riddle-Hermione, and Harry, wrapping him in a close embrace: their lips met.
On the ground in front of them, Ron’s face filled with anguish: he raised the sword high, his arms shaking.
‘Do it, Ron!’ Harry yelled.
Ron looked towards him and Harry thought he saw a trace of scarlet in his eyes.
‘Ron-?’
The sword flashed, plunged….
Chapitre 19
‘After you left,’ he [Harry] said in a low voice, grateful for the fact Ron’s face was hidden, ’she cried for a week. Probably longer, only she didn’t want me to see. There were loads of nights when we never even spoke to each other. With you gone…’
He could not finish; it was only now that Ron was here again that Harry fully realised how much his absence had cost them.
‘She’s like my sister,’ he went on. ‘I love her like a sister and I reckon she feels the same way about me. It’s always been like that. I thought you knew.’
Chapitre 19
She saw Ron, who stood there holding the sword and dripping on to the threadbare carpet. Harry backed into a shadowy corner, slipped off Ron’s rucksack and attempted to blend in with the canvas.
Hermione slid out of her bunk and moved like a sleepwalker towards Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. Ron have a weak, hopeful smile and half-raised his arms.
Hermione launched herself forwards and started punching every inch of him that she could reach.
‘Ouch - ow- gerroff!! What the -? Hermione - OW!’
‘You - complete - arse - Ronald- Weasley!’
She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced.
‘You - crawl - back - here - after - weeks - and - weeks - oh, where’s my wand?’
She looked as though ready to wrestle it out of Harry’s hands and he reacted instinctively.
‘Protego!”
The invisible shield erupted between Ron and Hermione: the force of it knocked her backwards on to the floor. Spitting hair out of her mouth, she leapt up again.
‘Hermione!’ said Harry. ‘Calm -’
‘I will not calm down!’ she screamed. Never before had he seen her lose control like this; she looked quite demented.
‘Give me back my wand! Give it back to me!’
‘Hermione, will you please -’
‘Don’t you tell me what to do, Harry Potter!’ she screeched. ‘Don’t you dare! Give it back now! And YOU?’
She was pointing at Ron in dire accusation: it was like a malediction and Harry could not blame Ron for retreating several steps.
‘I came running after you! I called you! I begged you to come back!’
‘I know,’ said Ron. ‘Hermione, I’m sorry, I’m really -’
Chapitre 20
…when Ron gave Hermione a tentative smile, she stalked off and vanished behind her book once more.
….
Hermione was lying on her bunk reading, while Ron, after many nervous glances up at her, had taken a small wooden wireless out of his rucksack and started to try to tune it.
Chapitre 20
‘I think Hermione’s right, I think we ought to go and see Lovegood’
Harry threw him a dark look. He was quite sure that Ron’s support of Hermione had little to do with a desire to know the meaning of the triangle rune.
Chapitre 21
He saw concern and something less easily definable in Hermione’s expression. Then, as she glanced at Ron, Harry realised that it was fear: he had scared her with his talk of living with dead people.
Chapitre 23
‘Get - off - her!’ Ron shouted. There was the unmistakable sound of knuckles hitting flesh: Ron grunted in pain and Hermione screamed, ‘No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!’
‘Your boyfriend’s going to have worse than that done to him if he’s on my list,’ said the horribly familiar, rasping voice.
Chapitre 23
‘Wait,’ said Bellatrix sharply. ‘All except ….except for the Mudblood.’
Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure.
‘No!’ shouted Ron. ‘You can have me, keep me!’
Bellatrix hit him across the face; the blow echoed around the room.
….
‘Reckon she’ll let me have a bit of the girl when she’s finished with her?’ Greyback crooned, as he forced them along the corridor. ‘I’d say I’ll get a bite or two, wouldn’t you, Ginger?’
Harry could feel Ron shaking.
….
Hermione’s screams echoed off the walls upstairs, Ron was half sobbing as he pounded the walls with his fists…..
….
‘And I think,’ said Bellatrix’s voice, ‘we can dispose of the Mudlblood. Greyback, take her if you want her.’
‘NOOOOOOOOOOOO!’
Ron had burst into the drawing room; Bellatrix looked round, shocked; she turned her wand to face Ron instead -
Chapitre 24
Hermione was wrapped in a borrowed dressing gown, pale and unsteady on her feet; Ron put an arm around her when she reached him.
Chapitre 24
Hermione gave a weak smile as Ron gave her an one-armed squeeze.
Chapitre 31
‘Where the hell have you been?’ Harry shouted.
‘Chamber of Secrets,’ said Ron.
‘Chamber - what?’ said Harry, coming to an unsteady halt before them.
‘It was Ron, all Ron’s idea!’ said Hermione breathlessly. ‘Wasn’t it absolutely brilliant? There we were, after you left, and I said to Ron, even if we find the other one, how are we going to get rid of it? We still hadn’t go rid of the cup! And then he thought of it! The Basilisk!’
‘What the -?’
‘Something to get rid of Horcruxes,’ said Ron simply.
Harry’s eyes dropped to the objects clutched in Ron and Hermione’s arms: great, curved fangs torn, he now realised, from the skull of a dead Basilisk.
‘But how did you get in there?’ he asked, staring from the fangs to Ron. ‘You need to speak Parseltongue!’
‘He did!’ whispered Hermione. ‘Show him, Ron!’
Ron made a horrible, strangled hissing noise.
‘It’s what you did to open the locket,’ he told Harry apologetically. ‘I had to have a few goes to get it right, but,’ he shrugged modestly, ‘we got there in the end.’
‘He was amazing!’ said Hermione. ‘Amazing!’
Chapitre 31
‘Hang on for a moment!’ said Ron sharply. ‘We’ve forgotten someone!’
‘Who?’ asked Hermione.
‘The house-elves, they’ll all be down in the kitchen, won’t they?’
‘You mean we ought to get them fighting?’ asked Harry.
‘No,’ said Ron seriously, ‘I mean we should tell them to get out. We don’t want any more Dobbys, do we? We can’t order them to die for us -’
There was a clatter as the Basilik fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
‘Is this the moment?’ Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. ‘Ol! There’s a war going on here!’
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
‘I know, mate,’ said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, ’so it’s now or never, isn’t it?’
‘Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?’ Harry shouted. ‘D’you think you could just - just hold it in until we’ve got the diadem?’
‘Yeah - right- sorry -’ said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.
Chapitre 32
She [Hermione] had pulled Ron behind a tapestry. They seemed to be wrestling together, and for one mad second Harry thought that they were embracing again; then he saw that Hermione was trying to restrain Ron, to stop him running after Percy.
‘Listen to me - LISTEN, RON!’
‘I wanna help - I wanna kill Death Eaters -’
His face was contorted, smeared with dust and smoke, and he was shaking with rage and grief.
….
‘We will fight!’ Hermione said. ‘We’ll have to, to reach to snake! But let’s not lose sight, now, of what we’re supposed to be d-doing! We’re the only ones who can end it!’
She was crying too, and she wiped her face on her torn and singed sleeve as she spoke….still keeping a tight hold on Ron….
Chapitre 32
‘Right,’ said Ron, squaring his shoulders. ‘So you can’t go, that’s what he wants, what he’s expecting. You stay here and look after Hermione, and I’ll go and get it-’
Harry cut across Ron.
‘You two stay here, I’ll go under the Cloak and I’ll be back as soon as I -’
‘No,’ said Hermione, ‘it makes much more sense if I take the Cloak and -’
‘Don’t even think about it,’ Ron snarled at her.
Nineteen Years Later
A group of four people emerged from the mist, standing alongside the very last acrriage. Their faces only came into focus when Harry, Ginny, Lily and Albus had drawn right up to them.
‘Hi,’ said Albus, sounded immensely relieved.
Rose, who was already wearing her brand new Hogwarts robes, beamed at him.
‘Parked all right, then?’ Ron asked Harry. ‘I did. Hermione didn’t believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She thought I’d have to Confund the examiner.’
‘No, I didn’t,’ said Hermione, ‘I had complete faith in you.’
‘As a matter of fact, I did Confund him,’ Ron whispered to Harry, as together they lifted Albus’s trunk and owl on to the train. ‘I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let’s face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that.’
Back on the platform, they found Lily and Hugo, Rose’s younger brother, having an animated discussion about which house they would be sorted into when they finally went to Hogwarts.
‘If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,’ said Ron, ‘but no pressure.’
‘Ron!’
Lily and Hugo laughed, but Albus and Rose looked solemn.
….
‘So that’s little Scorpius,’ said Ron under his breath. ‘Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains.’
‘Ron, for heaven’s sake,’ said Hermione, half-stern, half-amused. ‘Don’t try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school!’
‘You’re right, sorry,’ said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, ‘don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood.’
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