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Chapter Ten
That night, I waited for hours until I could hear Ron breathing heavily from upstairs. He wasn’t snoring, I noticed, so I’d have to be extra quiet if I was going to make it all the way down to Ginny’s room. I pulled my bathrobe on over my nightgown and crossed to the door on tiptoe. I reached for the doorknob, but before I could turn it, the door opened from the outside. I choked back a scream as Ginny silently shut the door behind her.
“Ginny!” I whispered. “You scared me!”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she apologized monotonously, gliding across the floor and seating herself on the bed across from the one I’d been pretending to sleep in. “Hermione, tell me what’s going on. I know we agreed not to tell my parents, but you haven’t even looked at me tonight.”
“Ginny, I’m sorry,” I sighed, sitting across from her. “Ron found out. I don’t know how, but he did and he threatened to reveal us if I kept seeing you.” I reached over to take her hands in mine, and looked into her eyes. “I don’t know what to do, Ginny. What do we do?”
“Oh, Hermione,” she breathed. “How could he… I… he must have found one of my letters to you or something! Oh, this is all my fault!”
“No, Ginny, don’t say that!” I said, a little too loudly. Hushed, I said, “Ginny, you knew this would have to happen eventually. We could never have kept this up forever. Don’t blame yourself.”
“But, Hermione, I…” She crossed and sat next to me. “I don’t want this, I…” She stopped crying abruptly. “I’m not afraid of him. He can’t scare us.” She stood up and started putting my things into my suitcase.
“Ginny, what are you doing? You… are you thinking of leaving?” She didn’t pause, but she glanced at me while tossing jeans and socks in next to my books. “Ginny, we can’t leave in the middle of the night!”
“Why not? I am so sick of them telling me what I can and can’t do! This is my life, and I want to be with you!” She faltered. “You want to be with me too, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes on the floor.
“Oh, Ginny, I… of course I do,” I whispered, standing and putting my arms around her shoulders. She began to cry again. “I just… let’s do it.”
“What?” she asked, looking up at my through her hair.
“Let’s get out of here. It’s time to take control of our own lives.” Ginny smiled, but then I felt her stiffen. “What is it?” I asked her. Then I heard it too. Footsteps. The door burst open for the second time that night. Ron stood there, framed in the doorway, quaking with rage the way he had earlier.
“What did I tell you?” he screamed. “I told you to stay away from her!”
“It’s not your choice, Ron!” Ginny screamed back at him. She stepped out of my embrace, advancing on her brother. “I’ve had my fill of you bossing me around! I’m fifteen years old, and I’m going to live my life the way I want to!” Ron faltered and tried to speak, but Ginny cut him off. “Don’t you ever try to intimidate me or anyone else ever again! Ever!” I could hear Mr. and Mrs. Weasley coming down the stairs, drawn by the racket.
“Don’t talk to me like that! I- I’m still your older brother, and I”—
“Older brother! You never did a thing for me!” She pulled her wand from a pocket of her bathrobe and aimed it at him. “You couldn’t even save me from Riddle! You failed me then, and you’ve failed me my whole life! You’re a failure! A failure! Failure! Failure! Failure! Failure!” She continued screaming, her voice growing hoarse, her body shaking so violently I half expected her to fall apart at the seams. Numbly, I turned my gaze to look at Ronald, and I felt my heart stop. He had his wand in his hand, gripping it with stone-white fingers, aiming it directly at Ginny’s heart. For an instant, my mind blanked. I saw Ron’s lips part, preparing a curse.
“No!”
“Expelliarmus!”
“Stupefy!”
“Arthur!”
My brain stopped. No thoughts crossed my consciousness. I didn’t know who had used what incantations, or why Ron was unconscious. I was only aware of one thing: Ginny was no longer standing in front of me.
“Ginny!” I screamed, tripping over Ron’s limp form as I crossed the room to where Ginny had landed. The combined force of all the curses aimed at Ron and Ginny had thrown her across the room, where she’d slammed into the wall and shattered the window. Broken glass covered her, having caught in her hair and spiderwebbed her hands and face with tiny red cuts.
“Oh, God, Arthur, what’s happened?” Mrs. Weasley’s voice sounded far away, oddly hollow, as though she wasn’t really there.
“Ginny! Wake up, Ginny!” I was screaming, hysterical, shaking her again and again. “Ennervate!” I tried over and over again to revive her. It wasn’t until the mediwizards pried her out of my hands that I even noticed the blood. It was everywhere, soaking my nightgown and covering my hands. Over and over again I screamed at anyone that could hear me. “Will she be okay? Can she hear me? Why is there so much blood?” No answers came.
“Ginny!” I whispered. “You scared me!”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she apologized monotonously, gliding across the floor and seating herself on the bed across from the one I’d been pretending to sleep in. “Hermione, tell me what’s going on. I know we agreed not to tell my parents, but you haven’t even looked at me tonight.”
“Ginny, I’m sorry,” I sighed, sitting across from her. “Ron found out. I don’t know how, but he did and he threatened to reveal us if I kept seeing you.” I reached over to take her hands in mine, and looked into her eyes. “I don’t know what to do, Ginny. What do we do?”
“Oh, Hermione,” she breathed. “How could he… I… he must have found one of my letters to you or something! Oh, this is all my fault!”
“No, Ginny, don’t say that!” I said, a little too loudly. Hushed, I said, “Ginny, you knew this would have to happen eventually. We could never have kept this up forever. Don’t blame yourself.”
“But, Hermione, I…” She crossed and sat next to me. “I don’t want this, I…” She stopped crying abruptly. “I’m not afraid of him. He can’t scare us.” She stood up and started putting my things into my suitcase.
“Ginny, what are you doing? You… are you thinking of leaving?” She didn’t pause, but she glanced at me while tossing jeans and socks in next to my books. “Ginny, we can’t leave in the middle of the night!”
“Why not? I am so sick of them telling me what I can and can’t do! This is my life, and I want to be with you!” She faltered. “You want to be with me too, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes on the floor.
“Oh, Ginny, I… of course I do,” I whispered, standing and putting my arms around her shoulders. She began to cry again. “I just… let’s do it.”
“What?” she asked, looking up at my through her hair.
“Let’s get out of here. It’s time to take control of our own lives.” Ginny smiled, but then I felt her stiffen. “What is it?” I asked her. Then I heard it too. Footsteps. The door burst open for the second time that night. Ron stood there, framed in the doorway, quaking with rage the way he had earlier.
“What did I tell you?” he screamed. “I told you to stay away from her!”
“It’s not your choice, Ron!” Ginny screamed back at him. She stepped out of my embrace, advancing on her brother. “I’ve had my fill of you bossing me around! I’m fifteen years old, and I’m going to live my life the way I want to!” Ron faltered and tried to speak, but Ginny cut him off. “Don’t you ever try to intimidate me or anyone else ever again! Ever!” I could hear Mr. and Mrs. Weasley coming down the stairs, drawn by the racket.
“Don’t talk to me like that! I- I’m still your older brother, and I”—
“Older brother! You never did a thing for me!” She pulled her wand from a pocket of her bathrobe and aimed it at him. “You couldn’t even save me from Riddle! You failed me then, and you’ve failed me my whole life! You’re a failure! A failure! Failure! Failure! Failure! Failure!” She continued screaming, her voice growing hoarse, her body shaking so violently I half expected her to fall apart at the seams. Numbly, I turned my gaze to look at Ronald, and I felt my heart stop. He had his wand in his hand, gripping it with stone-white fingers, aiming it directly at Ginny’s heart. For an instant, my mind blanked. I saw Ron’s lips part, preparing a curse.
“No!”
“Expelliarmus!”
“Stupefy!”
“Arthur!”
My brain stopped. No thoughts crossed my consciousness. I didn’t know who had used what incantations, or why Ron was unconscious. I was only aware of one thing: Ginny was no longer standing in front of me.
“Ginny!” I screamed, tripping over Ron’s limp form as I crossed the room to where Ginny had landed. The combined force of all the curses aimed at Ron and Ginny had thrown her across the room, where she’d slammed into the wall and shattered the window. Broken glass covered her, having caught in her hair and spiderwebbed her hands and face with tiny red cuts.
“Oh, God, Arthur, what’s happened?” Mrs. Weasley’s voice sounded far away, oddly hollow, as though she wasn’t really there.
“Ginny! Wake up, Ginny!” I was screaming, hysterical, shaking her again and again. “Ennervate!” I tried over and over again to revive her. It wasn’t until the mediwizards pried her out of my hands that I even noticed the blood. It was everywhere, soaking my nightgown and covering my hands. Over and over again I screamed at anyone that could hear me. “Will she be okay? Can she hear me? Why is there so much blood?” No answers came.