About Harry

Hermione

A second later we are in front of our cottage, in the countryside. The air is so still, everything is so quiet that dazzle me after the charge of emotions accumulated.

Ron moves swiftly beside me toward the door, leaving it open for me. But the momentary dizziness is gone as soon as I see him.

'How did you dare?' I bark slamming the door behind me 'How could you be so utterly heartless?! The man lost his wife!'

He turns toward me aggressively 'I know! It was my sister, for god's sake! Fuck him!' he shouts furiously and then in a more subdued tone he adds minacious 'I don't want you to see him again'

'Who the hell do you think you are to give me orders??? I'll see him whenever I want to! He is a friend of mine' I bellow letting drop my bag and my wand on the floor 'You cannot prevent me'

'Did you sleep with him?' he asks under his voice getting closer.

'You are a lunatic!' I spat walking past him.

He doesn't allow me to do so.

'Did you?' he shouts taking hold of my arm and pulling me toward him.

'No, Ron, I didn't! Stop it!' I warn him shrugging his hand.

'I won't be made a fool in front of everybody, not by you and overall, not by him' he barks 'I want to know what's happened there!'

'Nothing happened there' I answer impatiently 'He is grieving, and I tried to be of some help. I kept him company so he wouldn't fall into despondency, we had walks, we chatted, and he was getting better before you'd butt in accusing him of dreadful things and making a scene over nothing'

'She was my sister! Did it ever occur to you that I may be grieving too?' he barks bitterly.

'This is not an excuse for your behaviour. You cannot accuse him of it.'

'I can and I will. She is dead only because somebody wanted to kill him. Like Fred. Am I the only one who can see a pattern here??? I don't want you to be next, or my kids, or his kids for that matter.'

'I'll stay by his side. As I have always done'

He stares at me darkly 'Exactly. Like you have always done. It was already clear enough; you didn't need to make it so plain.'

'Making what so plain?' I spat enraged.

He turns from me without answering and walk steadily toward the bedroom. 'We are going to bed now, tomorrow we'll go back home. I left Hugo to Charlie.'

I follow, anger scorching me like fire. If he thinks I'm going to follow him meekly tomorrow, he is much mistaken, but I know how useless is to talk about it right now. We are getting too warm and only unpleasantness can come out of our mouths. Tomorrow with fresh mind I'll affront him again, I won't go back with him without saying goodbye to Harry and everybody else. Because I know I must return, I know it well enough. But it will be on my terms. I want to make sure Harry is not going to be left by himself. A solution must be found before I can leave.

Therefore, I don't retort, I wear my nightshirt and I prepare for the night.

I rub my face quite roughly with the cleansing milk to vent out my anger.

It's massaged steadily with the cotton pad dipped with tonic, the anger sliding at the bottom of me starting to sink under the thinking.

The moisturizer make it disappear leaving only loathe for Ron and his behaviour.