Summer Love - Ron Weasley

14 - Ode to the Slut

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I saw Mr.Weasley being attacked by a snake. It wasn't just any snake.

It was Nagini, Voldemort's snake.

He was on guard at the Ministry. I tried to help him but it was as if I weren't there yet I could see what was happening.

I bolted awake and I felt someone's arm around me. This seemed to be a common occurrence lately. My head was pounding but I don't remember drinking anything.

I sighed before I turned around to see who was laying next to me. To my surprise, it was Ron. I shook him slightly to wake him up and he stirred.

"Lenie. You're awake." he smiled, fixing his ruffled hair.

"Ron. I s-saw your father being-." I was cut off by a loud banging coming from the door.

Ron tells me to hold that thought as he goes to answer the door.

He opens it and Harry bursts into the room, mumbling incoherently. When he saw me, stopped in his tracks.

As his eyes fall upon me, I remember our last encounter. I remember how he brought a girl back to this very hotel and I caught him snogging her.

I remember how I saw him kiss her the same way he kissed me that previous night. I remember it all. He looks at me and begins to speak.

"Don't. Just tell Ron what you came here to tell him and leave." I state.

I do not have time for the excuses, or the empty promises, or the exhaustion he continuously causes me.

He turns back to Ron and starts to talk again. I can't help but notice he's wearing a bit of a pained expression.

"I had a dream. Well, not really a dream because I'm sure it happened but I saw something horrible." he rambles on.

Without another word, all it took was for me to look back up at him. And I knew. I knew he saw what I did.

"You saw Mr.Weasley being attacked, didn't you?" I ask.

"H-How did you know that?" Harry stutters.

"I had the same dream or vision. It felt like I was just watching from the sky, neither here nor there. I was just about to tell Ron but you came." I ramble on.

Ron looks at us and he hesitates. He ultimately decided to trust us and he phones home.

Almost immediately, the phone was answered.

"Hello, mum. S-slow down. Well, that's what I was calling about. Yes, I know. H-How do I know? I'll explain it when I get back home. Yes, we're on our way now." he rambles on before he hangs up the phone.

He looks at me and I can see the hurt in his eyes. He's trying, and ultimately failing, to hide his pained expression. And it's hurting me even more to know that I can't do anything about it.

"H-How are we supposed to get back quickly? It took us nearly a day to get here by plane. We can't apparate." he looks as if he's about to cry.

I walk over to him and I smile softly. I go in to give him a hug and he embraces me tightly. As if he's afraid to let me go.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. I know a way we can get there. It's going to be okay. I promise." I coo to him.

It calms him down a little bit and he looks down to give me a small smile.

I pull away from him and grab my phone to text Angelina and Cedric, asking them to apparate us to Grimmauld Place.

I instruct Harry to get Hermione and tell her we're going back a day earlier.