The Love Of Another

CHAPTER ONE

A giant train that came from far off lands, nestled quietly between the watchful mountains, and speed across farm fields, past trees, and past total nothingness leaving no evidence of their passing, other than the occasional long and low hoot of the horns, and the tracks beneath the wheels. The windows were hopelessly fogged over with condensation from the low climates of the area, mixed with rain. Attempting to look out of the window was a futile waste of time. A compartment near the end of the train that housed several students from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was burdened with a heavy cloud weighting on each of the riders‘ shoulders. It was rather quiet, only the sounds of breathing, thunder, and the occasional rattle from the train were audible enough to be heard.

A tall red headed boy with freckles to match laid down on the seat of the compartment, though he was much too tall to lay straight, he laid almost cat like on the plushy seats, appearing to sleep quietly. Ronald Weasley wasn’t even snoring like he normally would. He had his back turned away from the other seat that held his two best friends since first year, who were sitting very close and whispering things in each other’s ear. Secretly, Ron wasn’t sleeping at all. Straining his ears, he attempted to hear what Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were saying to each other, but all he could hear were the whispers, he couldn’t find their words.

Out of the blue, Hermione squealed a stereotypical girly scream, and Ron jumped slightly, his eyes fluttering open. He saw a reflection of Harry tickling Hermione in the foggy window, and Ron’s stomach churned underneath his skin. Biting his lip rather harder than needed, he thought to himself, “He’s fairing awfully well for just losing his godfather.”

Harry chuckled along side her, gently kissing her ear while she purred out loud. “What a cute little tiger kitten,” he said quietly and reached over to stroke her cheek. Smiling her transfixing smile, she kissed his lower lip softly. They simultaneously closed their eyes, both the chocolate brown ones that belonged to Hermione, and the brilliant green ones that rested with Harry. Falling backwards onto the seat, Hermione allowed Harry to crawl onto her, his strong quidditch worn arms supporting his weight above her.

Landing a kiss on any exposed area of skin, Harry let his legs tangle with her own. With one of his hands, he reached over to fumble with the button on her sweater she wore. Hermione bit her lip apprehensively, and tried to brushed his hand away.

“Harry, Ron’s in here. Imagine how traumatizing that would be if he were to wake up…” Hermione whispered quietly, giving an uncertain glance towards the opposite end of the compartment towards Ron who was still pretending to sleep with his right hand wrapped around himself, and his wrist draping over his back. “We can save it until you come visit.” she alleged in a low tone, dripping with seduction.

“If you want, I could leave.” Ron said coldly, without moving his body position. He assumed the appearance of an innocent slumbering boy, and Harry and Hermione looked up, shocked and appalled. For a while, all means of talking had been ripped out of both of their heads.

Hermione was the first to find her voice, and remember that she was laying under Harry. She pushed him off forcefully, and straightened her hair. “W-were you awake the entire time?” she muttered quietly, blushing a soft shade of pink. She didn’t look at Ron, but rather the floor. Which had become seemingly more interesting. Ron grunted his response, but nothing was said otherwise. Even if he would have said anything, the voice from outside of the compartments in the corridors would drown them out; the train was slowing to a stop.

Once Ron recognized the familiar feeling, he jumped up and pulled his trunk and the rest of his belongings off the luggage rack. He then retreated back towards the seat he had sat in before, and stared out the ominous window. There wasn’t any sun left, it was playing captive behind the wall of dark clouds that had formed in the morning. None of the sneaky rays managed to escape in the breakings of the crowd.

The long train reached the station in a few minutes time, and Ron began lugging his stuff out the door the moment it stopped. He said nothing to Hermione and Harry as he left them curiously wondering why he was being so upset, and cold to them. After a hopeful glance towards Hermione, Harry picked up his stuff and began to lug it out of the compartment, taking as much time as he could.

Ron pulled his trunk off the train with lightning speed, and was let off into the cement baring train station that he had seen for many years. He let his eyes gaze around the area, looking for a sign of his parents in Platform 9¾ . He shrugged when he didn’t seen them, reminding himself they were probably out in the muggle train station, his father poking around at anything that belonged to a muggle.

He pulled his stuff behind him as he disappeared through the barrier that separated the wizarding station from the muggle station. He could immediately hear the shrill calls from his mother, and before he could look up from watching the ground, we was being enclosed in a tight hug.

“It’s good to see you, Ronald!” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Ron sighed and wiped away at it, hoping she didn’t leave the usual lipstick stain. “Where are Hermione and Harry, dear?”

Ron looked away, not wanting to look his mother in the eyes. “They left already, mum. Let’s go.” Molly Weasley looked confused, but nodded and beckoned their youngest child, and only girl in the family, Ginny over to them. They moseyed out of the train station, and were met with the pulsing winds and the rain beating down on their face. They rushed out to a car parked towards the back of the lot that Molly had rented just for the occasion. Ron noticed that their father, Arthur Weasley, had stayed home.

Fred and George had left school early, so it was only Ron and Ginny in the back seat of the car once they started heading towards The Burrow. Ginny immediately turned to gossiping about the school year, and Ron turned towards a book, trying to look like he was getting a head start on all the holiday work the teachers had assigned them.

“Ron, you’re awfully quiet,” Molly said, turning into a right line on the highway. “Something the matter?”

He shook his head. “Nothing,” and closed the book and proceeded to close his eyes. “Wake me when we get home…”

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A few hours later, the old car pulled to a stop in front of the Burrow, and Ginny ran inside almost instantly to greet her family in which she hasn’t seen for a while. Ron woke up when his younger sister slammed a door. He rubbed his eyes and looked outside. It was as dark as a mystical midnight, and the storm hadn’t either cleared off. He sat himself up, and opened the door to go inside, trying to not get too soaked.

When he was inside the cozy little house, he put his trunk by the door beside his sister’s and entered the kitchen. His mother was already hurriedly creating a feast for dinner that night. Waving her wand, a few tomatoes danced in the air, and began cutting themselves into thin slices. Mrs. Weasley turned around when she heard Ron enter the room.

“Oh, Ron! I was meaning to tell you, we have a new neighbor.”

Ron’s ears perked up. It had been a while since they had a new neighbor in the area. “Really? Who is it?”

“I don’t remember their name, but they have some kids about your age. They live a little ways to the west.” Molly said, pointing out the window. “I haven’t met their children, because they were away at school or something but their parents seem nice enough. She gave her wand another wave, and the tomatoes flew into a pot that had appeared from underneath the sink.

Ron sat down at the table. “Harry and Hermione are dating,” he blurted out suddenly. “They spend all their time together, they’re never apart, and I guess I’ve sort of felt like a third wheel the last two months,” he continued, pulling a small apple out of a bowl on the table, and taking a bite. “I guess… maybe I’m just jealous because I can’t get a girlfriend.”

Frowning, his mother set her wand down on the counter and stepped towards the table, and sat down beside him. “Don’t say that Ron,” she said, patting his shoulders. “Girls tend to go for the easiest guys they cant find at this age. They don’t care who they are, as long as they’re with someone. I’m assured that soon, a girl will come along and she’ll like you,” she smiled and rustled his hair. “You’re hair is getting pretty long, Ron. You should let me cut it.” she chuckled and stood up. “Give it time, love. Give it time.”

Ron wasn’t convinced.

[End Introductory Chapter/Prologue]

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Disclaimer Thinger: I am not making money off of this story. It's for pure entertainment purposes. I didn't create all the characters. You all should know which ones were created by our lovely J.K. Rowling, and which ones were from the darkest corners of my imagination. I do not take credit for her work. Just purely the storyline. This is merely a fanfiction. Created by a fan, which is a fiction story. [Zomg?]
Genre: Drama/Romance/Comedy/Angust/Dark/Etc
Pairings: Wouldn't you like to know?
Begining Time: On the train after fifth year ended.
Rating: You tell me.
Type of Story: Harry Potter.

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Edits:

This is where I'll put edits in to this chapter... er... not putting them here perse (sp?) but more like notifying you about the edits. Why do I even bother talking? XP

x3 Changed the title of this chapter from "The Love of Another" to "Part 1: Prologue"
x3 I totally edited the chapter, it's the same idea just I reworded some stuff, and noticed I had a few contridictions between this one, and later chapters.