Chapter 10: They return
*KNOCK KNOCK*
“mmm...Barty some ones at the door” Violet mumbled as her face was half buried on Barty’s chest. It had been only two days since the incident with Julian McGarty, and all the couple did was lie in bed. Occasional they would get up to have their meals but it would always result into running up to the bedroom, to cuddle or something else.
“Why can’t people let us be... The beds so comfy with you snuggling next to me.” Barty continued to stroke Violet’s forehead. Kissing her lips, Violet stirred and freed herself out of Barty’s hold. “Hey! Who said you could go” Barty tried to pull Violet back but she was too far away. Giggling she slipped on some stripy pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt with the words “Wakey Wakey” circling an alarm clock on it.
“I’ll be back in a minute” Violet leaned onto the bed and kissed Barty before she grabbed her wand and left their bedroom.
“God she’s going to be the death of me.” Barty grumbled and decided to get out of bed. Wrapping his tall, slim figure in a long silk black nightgown. He also grabbed his wand and followed Violet down stairs.
“Hermione? What are you doing here for?” Violet questioned as she saw her friend nervously shuffle her feet at the opening of the door. Hermione flicked a delicate brown curly lock off of her slightly pale face.
“I...I mean... WE... have come to apologise.” Hermione returned her hand to tightly grip around a silk lilac handbag; her knuckles white with the tension. Pausing for a second, Hermione slide to the side of the door step and revealed a rather sour-faced Ron. Violet knew this day was going to be ruined. Ron didn’t even bother making eye contact, his slight nod and gruff was the only greeting Violet got.
“Look to be honest. You don’t need to apologise, and I don’t want to force Ron into something I know he REALLY does not want to do. It is best if you leave.” Violet’s hand tried to reach for the door but was unsuccessful as Hermione barged her way into the house.
“We know that’s not an option. We survived the war, the toughest and most challenging time of our lives. We can’t afford to fall out now.” Still clutching the bag, Hermione wandered around the main hall looking for any signs of Barty’s presence.
“I think Barty’s in the kitchen... It’s just in that room over there” Violet pointed over to the only open door.
“Thank you” Hermione strolled by with Ron slowly stomping his way behind her. Before he could get far Violet grabbed Ron and spun him around to face her.
“Now I know Hermione has put you up to this...but please don’t ruin this. I can understand how you feel towards Barty; I really can because I felt the same way. But I chose to give him another chance. All I’m asking is that you do the same.” Violet knew that she hit a nerve when Ron flinched. He looked up to face her with tears verging on the edge of his eyelids.
“Fred died by the likes of someone like him. How can I forget that my Brother was killed by Deatheaters and now you want me to be friends with one?... Bloody Hell Violet! What has he done to you? He’s corrupted your mind. Do you seriously believe he cares for you? Open your eyes! Deatheaters are incapable of caring for someone. They are cold-hearted malicious killers, and he is one of them.”
“NO! HE ISN’T ONE OF THEM!” Violet screamed, punching her hands to his chest. Ron grabbed her hands preventing them from doing anything, but they would shake due to the equal amount of strength produced by both of them. “ You don’t know him Ron. How can you say such a thing?”
“Because it’s true... How do you know that he isn’t planning on murdering you in your sleep? Huh? Never thought of that did you. You’ve become blind. He doesn’t want you. His Deatheater tenancies will come through soon. He probably only wants you for your money and support, so when he becomes rich and powerful again he’ll be done with you. And if he doesn’t kill you, he’ll surly break your heart.”
