Arisen

DISCLAIMER: I have the sad duty of informing you that these characters were not created by me (*tear*) but by J.K. Rowling. I love them like my own.
SPOILER WARNING: Possible spoilers for all books. Please proceed at your own risk.

Chapter Two - Curtains Closing

“Ronald Weasley,” came the voice, “get your hands out of your pants!”

Slowly, he opened his eyes. There she was - the girl who he was wanking off to - standing with her hand on her hip and her head tilted to the right. Ron’s voice got caught in his throat. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he managed to rasp out her name.

“Ginny!”

She just smiled back at him and her head tilted from the right to the left. As she took a step closer, Ron gulped and quickly sat up straight, back against the headboard. “G-gin…” he stuttered, “I wanted to talk to you. What - what we did - it was wrong. We shouldn’t have done it. I think its best if we just forget about it - pretend it didn’t happen. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to you and it wasn’t fair to me; it wasn’t fair to anybody.” Still, she just smiled at him. “Ginny?”

“Ronald,” Ginny said after a few minutes silence, “poor simple Ron.” At this, she paused and shook her head, her smile growing even wider. “Now, who’s to say what’s fair to say or what’s not to say? You know it wouldn’t be fair to us if we ignored it. We both know it meant something. It meant more than either of us could’ve imagined. Just try to deny that. Try.”

Ron was speechless and Ginny had somehow straddled herself around him. “Its wrong,” he muttered.

“Sssh,” she hushed as she pulled the curtains closed, “there’s nothing to worry about. There’s nothing to think about. Just relax.” Her hands gently pushed down his pajama bottoms.

“Its wrong,” he repeated. Then he sank into the embrace of her hands.

~~~~~

Harry had been released by a disgruntled Madam Pomfrey around one in the morning. He had only woken up from his unconscious state an hour earlier and he had done so kicking and screaming. Madam Pomfrey had hurried over, clad in nightgown, to make sure everything was alright. Besides appearing sweaty and pale, everything was and Harry desperately wanted to return to Gryffindor Tower. Madam Pomfrey needed some persuading but Harry won in the end. He thought that Ron and Hermione would be waiting in the Common Room for him. Harry really needed to talk to someone.

Harry was almost running back to Gryffindor Tower when he tripped and fell flat on his face. After racing to his feet and muttering a quick Lumos spell, Harry retraced his steps. Lying in the middle of the hallway, exactly where he had tripped was a cloak. Leaning in closer, Harry noticed it had gold trim and a scarlet lining. A gasp distracted him from his investigations and by the time he looked up he saw Malfoy standing beside him and a shadow streaking down the hallway.

Malfoy seemed rather pleased with himself. His gray eyes were shining and his smirk was more frustrating than usual. Harry stood up. “What are you smiling at, Malfoy?” he snapped.

“Oh nothing in particular, Potter,” Malfoy replied in what could only be described as a gleeful voice, “it’s just that I’ve beaten you for once.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It seems Potter that I have succeeded where you have failed - numerous times.” With this, Malfoy stalked off, laughing.

Trying hard to ignore what Malfoy had just said and wondering what he could have possibly failed, Harry continued his investigation of the cloak. He flipped it over a number of times, trying to find some clue as to who it belonged to. Then he saw it. A name was embroidered into the lining with yellow thread. Harry hastily pushed his wand closer. “Hermione Granger,” he read, “why would Hermione’s cloak be down here?” Then the image of Malfoy popped into his head: blonde hair askew, usually pale skin flushed and Malfoy - Malfoy’s breathing had been heavy. “No…”

Grabbing Hermione’s cloak, Harry ran as fast as he could back to Gryffindor Tower. He had to talk to Ron. He had to have someone tell him he was being stupid - that it was impossible. Harry needed to believe that Hermione wouldn’t do something like that.

He gasped the password breathlessly at the Fat Lady and banged his head multiple times in the entrance. Ron wasn’t in the Common Room. “Fuck,” swore Harry. He hadn’t really planned on saying anything in the dormitory where Seamus, Dean and Neville could overhear. “Fuck,” he repeated. Harry moved as quickly as he could without making any noise up the stairs to the dormitory.

Harry wasn’t worried to see Ron’s curtains closed around his four-poster. This hadn’t stopped him before. Stepping quietly towards the bed, Harry swung Ron’s curtains open. He was all ready to wake Ron up or even begin to talk to him right away. Harry couldn’t do either. “What the fuck?”

Two muffled “Harry’s” answered him as two pairs of eyes flashed towards him. Harry almost threw up right there. Though he had seen many horrible and unthinkable things in his life, nothing could have prepared him for this. There, right before his eyes was his best friend, naked, held up by his arms and in mid-thrust. His red hair was pasted to his forehead and his breathing was coming out in ragged bursts. Below him lay a girl with hair equally as red as his and just as many freckles. Her breasts were spread apart and they rose up and down rapidly. Their eyes met: those eyes that had once looked upon Harry with longing - those eyes that showed wisdom her girlish charms didn’t. Ginny’s eyes.

Harry couldn’t take it anymore. As fast as he could, he ran out of the room, down the stairs and out of the Common Room. He didn’t even take one look back.

~~~~~

Neither Ron nor Ginny had heard Harry. If they had, Ginny would’ve tried to make herself proper. Unfortunately, neither of them had heard Harry.

Ginny felt guilty. The look of utter disgust on Harry’s face was almost unbearable. Ron was right, it was wrong. It was beyond wrong. She wished she could have stayed and talked to her brother but Harry had woken up the other three boys. Not wanting to be seen by everyone in the room, Ginny had fled.

Hermione. She had to talk to someone and Hermione was the only who could understand. She left her dormitory and climbed up one flight of stairs to Hermione’s room. Not bothering to knock, she opened the door and made her way towards the plainly dressed four-poster bed.

This bed was something to be envied. The curtains and woodwork of the bed was, of course, beautiful but so was any other bed in Gryffindor Tower. Many people within the House had decorated the outside of their most valued possessions and many other gaieties. Ginny herself had hung red and gold streamers around her canopy and there were thousands of pictures on her vanity. Hermione had nothing - at least not on the outside.

Within those curtained walls lay a beauty rarely seen by others. Enchanted candles floated above your head. When lit, they cast bright, shimmering light. The curtains themselves were covered in pictures: both wizard and muggle alike. Pictures of Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny were the most prominent. Hermione’s pillows were homemade and cut into the shapes of lions, phoenixes and otters. The combination of all these things made the interior bed unique, made it beautiful, made it Hermione.

However, there was no time to admire its wonder. Now was the time for truth. Ginny leaned in close towards the curtains. No noise. “I’ll just have to wake her,” she said softly as she pulled the curtains open. “Hermione!”

Hermione was sitting up against the head board - her knees drawn up against her chest. She was still in her school clothes and her eyes were wide and clouded. Something was wrong. Ginny’s problems would have to wait.

“Hermione,” Ginny said quietly, “what’s wrong? What happened?” Hermione didn’t move. “Do you want me to get Harry?” she continued, “He’ll be able to do something.” She made to leave but Hermione’s and darted forward and grabbed Ginny’s wrist violently.

“No,” she rasped, “don’t get Harry. For a minute, Ginny thought that Hermione had found out - but how? Then Hermione’s eyes swelled with tears.

Ginny sat down beside Hermione. “Talk to me.”

~~~~~

“Fuck,” Ron thought to himself, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” Seamus and Dean were laughing their heads off and Neville seemed to be caught between smiling and wincing. Ginny had gone by the time the other boys had opened up their curtains but Ron had to do some quick thinking and he had to do this naked and hard in front of his classmates.

So Ron had thought up a lie: a simple one. He had had a nightmare. Dean was quick to point out the fact that it looked as if had had been masturbating so how could it have been bad. Ron, turning red, shrugged it off.

There was no way around it. He would have to deal with his friends’ taunts for the next few days. And he would have to deal with Harry.

~~~~~

Hermione told Ginny everything. She told her how, she too, had watched Draco fall and how she had to stop Ginny from going to him so as to stop herself. Then, she had only thought her feelings were pity and sympathy. These feelings had escalated the next day as she watched Draco smile at her. She told Ginny how Draco had ambushed her and she hadn’t fought.

Ginny blanched when Hermione reached the part when Harry saw them come out of the hidden entranceway. She didn’t say anything however. There was no need to worry her even more…but…Problem solving was what Hermione was best at. It’s what calmed her down. To her, it was no more stressful than listening to the Wizard’s Wireless Network.

She listened as Hermione finished her story. She consoled her as the tears ran silently down Hermione’s face. The tears had to run themselves dry before Ginny could relay her problems. She didn’t have long to wait.

As Hermione wiped her eyes, Ginny leaned in close. “Hermione,” she whispered, “there was a reason I came up here.” Hermione just stared blankly back at Ginny. “Well,” she continued, “Harry walked in on something he really shouldn’t have and…”

Hermione’s eyes suddenly sparkled demonically. “Ginny,” she inquired, “who is it?”

All that Ginny could do was stare up at the beautiful canopy, hoping that somehow it would inspire her. “I couldn’t help myself, Hermione.”
“Wait a minute!” Hermione gasped, her bright eyes dulling once more. “Ginny, please don’t tell me it’s…I swear to God if it is…Ginny?” Ginny didn’t move a muscle. “Oh God!” Hermione exclaimed, “poor Harry…” Yes, poor, poor Harry. But also poor, poor Ron…

~~~~~

Harry was out of breath, he couldn’t stop though. Not yet. Everything in the last few days had happened so fast and so painfully. Transfiguration class, Hermione and Draco, Ginny…and Ron. It was all just too much.

He was out of the castle now. Hagrid’s hut could be seen in the distance, light streaming from the windows and smoke gushing from the chimney. No. Harry couldn’t go there either. There was nothing else to do. Now was as good as never. A gust of wind blew up and Harry shivered. He would need supplies and he couldn’t leave without saying goodbye no matter how disgusted he was with his friends. So he stopped running and slowly walked towards the castle.

~~~~~

Ron woke up tired and anxious Wednesday morning. For a while, he couldn’t figure out why. Then, as he pulled his curtains open and saw Dean and Seamus, he remembered.

“Morning, Horn Dog!” exclaimed Dean joyously, “Sleep well?” Ron shot him a glowering look.

“Apparently not,” chimed in Seamus, “Anyways, I’m starved. I could eat a hippogriff right about now. You coming, mate?”

Ron shook his head and sat back down on his bed with his face in his hands. He waited for the familiar sound of the door clicking shut before he stood himself up.

Neville had left already, he noticed. That wasn’t like him, Ron thought. He was almost always late for his first class. Ron shook his head as he made his way to Harry’s four-poster. Everything had been moved around. “Harry must have misplaced something,” Ron muttered hopefully, “which means he should be downstairs.” At these words, Ron hurried to get dressed. Within five minutes he was in the Common Room.

No Harry. Out of breath, Ron followed a pack of fourth years out of the Common Room and down to the Great Hall.

No Harry there either. Dejectedly, Ron sat down beside Seamus. Hermione wasn’t anywhere to be seen and neither was Ginny. Ron had just speared a piece of sausage on his toast when Professor McGonagal appeared out of nowhere.

“Weasley,” she said, “the Headmaster would like a word.”

END OF CHAPTER TWO

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