salvation♡ | a ron weasley fanfiction

the department of mysteries

One evening Electra was studying DADA in the library. She must have been their for a good few hours and when she finally emerged, chaos had broken loose. When leaving the library she saw Harry, Hermione and Umbridge dashing through the corridors.

"Hurry up! Take me to the weapon!" Umbridge shrieked. Electra furrowed her brow in confusion, she spotted light coming from Umbridge's office. She made her way to the door, peeking in to find Blaise, Draco, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle holding Ginny, Ron, Luna and Neville.

"What is going on?" she exclaimed. The 4 Gryffindors  appeared to be bound by the Incarcerous Spell, she assumed it was cast by Umbridge, as well as being held by the Inquisitorial Squad

"This lot were trying to contact Dumbledore," Crabble spoke snidely, tightening his grip on Ginny. "But we caught them red-handed," Electra rolled her eyes, these boys were being ridiculous. They were completely obsessed with busting Dumbledore's Army and it was beginning to get on her nerves. You could say she hadn't been in a great mood since her argument with Ron.

"You guys are pathetic," she shot her hand out across the room, thinking Relashio in her mind. Immediately all the Slytherins involuntarily let go of their grip due to her spell. She then quickly, but steadily, severed the ropes from the Gryffindors with the Severing Charm. She looked up at them with a straight look on her face, they all had shocked looks on their faces. Both wondering why she was doing this and how she was able to do both spells non-verbally and without a wand.  She turned on her heel and left the office quickly, allowing the D.A to escape. She sped down the hall, ignoring the repetitive calls from Ron. He didn't give up though, he followed her and eventually caught up with her.

"Electra! Stop!" he pulled her arm, twisting her round to face him. Her lips were scrunched and her eyes held a cold stare.

"What?" she snapped.

"Why did you help us back there?" his face was full of desperation. Being ignored by her for weeks made him realise the impact she had on him. They were great friends and he enjoyed her company and he couldn't bear having 

"I don't know. But you're making me regret it!" she began to turn around again, but he pulled her back.

"Are you still mad at me?" he questioned.

"What does it look like?"

"Why can't you just forgive me?" he begged, desperation in his voice.

"Because you were an asshole!" she yelled into his face. Her frustration only grew by the second.

"Why are you making this into such a big deal! Why can't you just get over it!" he yelled back, this time his turn to get mad. 

"Because I like you okay?! Did I not make it bloody obvious enough!" she snapped, running her hands through her hair furiously, her fists bawled up and tightened around her clumps of hair.

Ron just stared back at her, mouth slightly ajar. His body ached at her confession, unsure how to react. Unsure of how he felt himself. Her revelation wasn't a complete shock but it was very pressuring for him, considering he didn't understand his own feelings. He knew that she did things he hated such as pick on first years, wind up Hermione and get excited about Deatheaters escaping Azkaban. He knew he liked being with her and hated when they were arguing. He knew that she made him happy and she often made his heart flutter ever so slightly. But that didn't mean he fancied her back...right?  

But Electra knew for sure how she felt and she couldn't believe she had blurted her feelings out like, making her look so vulnerable. She felt  embarrassed and regretted saying it already and Ron's silence wasn't helping.