Harry Potter Imagines

[Ron Weasley] ~ On the run

"Merlin's beard Hermione, you are marvellous!" I said as I undressed unceremoniously and put on the clothes Hermione had given me from her bag as Ron and Harry stared at me dumbfounded. "Oh, in Merlin's name you two perverts, it's not like it's something that great either." I mumbled as I tightened the strings of my sweats around my waist and Ron gave me a light shove as Hermione put my dress away in her bag.
"What about everyone at the wedding?" Harry questioned as Hermione pushed the Cloak in front of his face.
"Most of the Order was with the guests, they can take care of each other. Besides it's you they're after." Hermione said as Harry covered himself with the Cloak, completely disappearing from our sight.
We started walking as a couple of drunks started whistling from the other side of the street at Hermione and I and we both recoiled in disgust.
"Let's find somewhere quieter where we can order our ideas." I suggest as we walked to a quiet café down the road.
It wasn't quite the cleanest, but it was empty at least.
As we were seating down, Hermione kept glancing to the door over her shoulder, keeping an eye out for intruders.

"We could head to the Leaky Cauldron, Charing Cross is just down the road..." Ron suggested, and I glared at him.
"We can't Ron!" I hissed as the three cappuccinos came to our table. We couldn't have ordered one for Harry because it would look suspicious.
"We wouldn't stay there! It was just a stop until we found out what in Merlin's name is going on!" Ron countered.
"We already know what is going on! Voldemort has infiltrated the ministry! What else do we need to know?!" Hermione growled and Ron rolled his eyes.
"It was just an idea, but never mind!" Ron grumbled under his breath and the silence that fell among the four of us became stifling, to put it nicely.
Two rather muscular looking guys came into the café and squeezed into the table next to ours and we exchanged looks before Hermione suggested in a low voice.
"I suggest we find a quiet place where we can Disapparate and head to the countryside. We can send a message to the Order once we get there." Hermione suggested and Ron looked at her.
"You can do that thing and make the Patronus speak?" Ron questioned and Hermione blushed prettily.
"I've been practising and I'm fairly certain I can do it." She admitted and Ron sighed.

"As long as it doesn't get them in trouble, that is if they haven't been arrested yet. This is so gross, it disgusts me." Ron said as he took a sip of his cappuccino and the waitress glared at him avidly as she dragged herself to the other table right next to ours and they sent her away, making the waitress seem offended.
"Let's get going because I don't want to drink this crap." Ron suggested and I nodded before he turned back to Hermione. "Hermione, do you have any muggle money to pay the check?"
Hermione nodded "I do, before going to The Burrow I cashed out all the money I had in my savings account. I'm betting the changes are all at the bottom." She sighed as she grabbed her small purse.
Ron pushed me and Hermione down quickly as a spell destroyed the wall behind Ron's head and I realized that the two guys were, actually, Death Eaters as Harry, still beneath the Cloak shouted "Stupefy!"
The blonde Death Eater was hit in the face by Harry's spell and fell over, unconscious and his partner, not knowing where the hex had come from aimed his wand at Ron, binding him in ropes from head to toe.
I ducked towards Ron as Harry tried to stun the remaining Death Eater, but failed the target and his spell ricocheted on the window and hit the waitress as she tried to run out of the cafe, leaving her unconscious.

The Death Eater blew up the table where Harry was sitting at, and I can only imagine how that must've hurt him.

I tried to tug the ropes as Hermione petrified the Death Eater and she pointed her wand at Ron, her hand shaking. My eyes widened, knowing that the only way to free him from the ropes would be to use Diffindo on him, and seeing her hands shaking like that, I dove in front of Ron just as she cast the spell which left a rather deep wound on my abdomen.
I hissed in pain as Hermione apologized to me and chastised me at the same time for diving in front of her spell before she used Diffindo once again, but this time with a much steadier hand. Ron shook himself, probably to free himself from the numbness the ropes had caused him.
Ron helped me up and held me steady against him as Harry inspected the two Death Eaters.
"I should've recognized him; he was there when Dumbledore died." Harry turned the other Death Eater around and the Death Eater's eyes travelled between the four of us.
"It's Dolohov." Ron stated. "I recognized him from the posters from when he was wanted. I think the bug guy over there is Thorfinn Rowle." Ron said and Hermione shrieked.
"I don't care about who they are! They were trying to kill us! How did they find us?!" she asked as she grabbed Ron's collar, shaking him, which shook me slightly as well and I gently pried her hands away from Ron before turning to them as I clutched my stomach, where my wound wasn't making me feel all that good at all.