I Can\'t Sleep Without My Angel

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Chapter 10: Skin Made to Mold

Ron pulled out of Ashley’s grasp, trying to ignore the hurt look on her face,
but he knew that Harry needed him right now. He ran up the stairs, taking two
at a time, knowing that when Harry got angry he got physical! Hearing a crash from
his room, Ron threw open the door. Harry was standing in the middle of the
room. Ron could tell by one look that Harry had lost it! He was chucking
whatever he could get his hands on at the walls. Ron quietly sat on the bed,
looked at Harry, and waited for him to talk.


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“Ashley...Ashley,” a concerned Molly said. Ashley had curled up in a ball
since Ron had left. “Ashley?”

“Yes,” she said with glazed eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Okay, Mrs. Weasley? I am the downfall of the wizarding world! The one who is
going to destroy my angel’s best friend.”

Molly was taken back at the anger in the gentle girl’s words. She wasn’t
surprised though.

“Dear girl,” Dumbledore stated, kneeling down beside Ashley, “Prophecies say
what will happen if no one intervenes. That is what we are doing right now. We
are intervening.\"

“What do you mean?”

“You are going to come back to Hogwarts with me. You will be safe there.
Voldemort will not dare try to seek you there. We won’t let this prophecy
become a reality.” Dumbledore ended with a brave smile. Much braver than how he
actually felt.

“Really? I get to go where Ron will be?”

“Yes, dear one.”

“But Harry, he probably hates me.”


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“Isn’t my life great, Ron?! Don’t you want my life?!” Harry yelled, looking at
Ron through tear glistened green eyes. “Now not only do I have Voldemort to
look out for, but now a baby! Not just anyone’s baby, but your new
“girlfriend’s” baby! This is just great!\"

Ron looked at Harry with a gaping mouth. He knew his best friend could get
quite angry, but this was unlike anything he had ever seen.

“Just when I am getting things into order, this stupid muggle comes and messes
things up! She comes and gets all cozy with you, and all of a sudden she is my
enemy. Why don’t we just get rid of her?”

With that Ron quickly stood up, and walked over to Harry, hissing in his face.

“Harry! I understand you are mad, and you have a right to be, but do you think
Ashley planned this?! Do you really think that she\'s been spending her whole
life planning on defeating you?! I can’t believe you would even say you wanted
to get rid of her. You were part of a prophecy, remember, Harry? It caused your
parent’s to die and you to live your life in fear! Did you ask for all that?\"

With that Ron shoved Harry onto the bed. Harry gave a surprised yelp, but did
not make any effort to move. After a minute he looked up at Ron.

“Ron, I really am sorry. I am just so mad! I know Ashley didn’t ask for any of
this. I just...I am scared.”

“I know Harry,” Ron said, sitting down next to his best friend, “I am too.”


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Right as Dumbledore was explaining to Ashley that he was sure that Harry didn’t
hate her, Harry and Ron came down the steps. To everyone’s surprise, Harry went
right over to Ashley and enfolded her in a big hug. Ashley sobbed into his ear,
“Harry, I am so sorry. I didn’t know.” Harry whispered back into her ear, “I
know Ashley, I know. I have been a part of a prophecy before; I know how it
feels. We will get through it. I know we will.”


Later that night, after all the kids had packed up for the trip to Hogwarts the
next morning, and everyone was getting ready for bed, Ashley and Ron sat
beneath a tree out in the field, oddly enough, very close to where Ashley was
first found. Ron was gazing up at the stars, when he felt small hands rubbing
his back softly. Knowing where this was leading, he knew he should stop it, but
he just couldn’t, he wanted it too much.

He brought his hands to Ashley’s hair
and led her mouth to his. The feel of her lips was better than he rememberd. He
could feel the passion she had for him through her breath and the soft moan she
let out. He let his tounge slowly touch hers, deepening the kiss, while pulling
her closer. He let his hands sneak up under her shirt, feeling her cool skin.
He had noticed that about her. Her skin was never warm, just strangely cold, but
not in a bad way. He liked the way it felt against his always overly hot skin.
It was like their skin was meant to mold.

He felt the outline of her breasts through her silky bra and heard her moan
against his mouth as he gently rubbed them. He wanted to go faster. Take her
right there, but he knew that he had to be gentle with her. She was fragile,
ready to break, and he was her angel. He couldn’t betray her trust. As he felt
her nimble hands start to unbutton his shirt, he heard a familiar screech from
the house.
“Ron, Ashley, come to bed!” Ron groaned against Ashley’s hair, knowing it was
lucky his mom had stopped them there, but he felt disappointed at the same time.
He heard Ashley giggle and looked at her in amusement. She leaned into him and
brought her lips to his ear.
“Patience, Angel, My soul is already yours. You claimed me in my dreams, and very
soon you will own the rest of me.