No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

Betrayed

//Hermione//

I finish rinsing off my face and glance at myself in the slightly crooked mirror. I tilt my chin from side to side and examine my features. What could Harry ever see in me? I'm completely hideous. I don't even want to begin about my tangled mane of brown hair, that horribly compliments my diarrhea colored eyes, not to mention my puckish freckles that looks like mites that were glued to my face from far away and my un sculpted body figure. He could've picked anyone else at school. But for some odd, unknown reason, he chose me.

I'm knocked out of my thoughts when I hear sobs coming from the bedroom next door. It's probably just Ginny complaining about her life again. I ignore the cries the first time, and go back to ridiculing my appearance, before I hear it again, but louder.

"Ginny," I groan. "Your life is fine, the way it is."

But I just remembered that Ginny is down stairs tending to George's wounds, and that Ginny's bedroom isn't next to the bathroom.

I hear the cries again, and I get a little more worried. I drop the cloth that I used to dry my face and sort of speed walk to where I hear the cries, and once I'm inches away from the door, I shake my head.

It's Harry.

What is he crying about? Did something happen that I don't know about?

I knock first, but the sound of my tiny fist coming in contact with the door is drowned out by Harry's loud sobs.

Oh gosh, he's really crying hard.

I knock again, but louder, and at the same time, call out his name.

He doesn't answer, but the sobbing seduces.

I put my hand on the door and try to push it open, but realize he has locked it.

"Dammit, Harry." I mumble under my breath, knowing he's thought this out, and also knowing that he doesn't want any one bothering him. But I can't listen to him like this. Not anymore.

I whip out my wand that was crammed in my back jean pocket and slowly whisper the words, "Alohamora,".

Almost synchronized, I hear a loud bang that echoes throughout the whole house, shaking this level and the stairs.

The door cracks and I kick it open with my foot, and gasp when I see Harry on the ground, barely moving.

I rush over to him, nearly tripping over the split door, and kneel beside him.

"Ron!" I yell, the tears beginning to stream down my face, cooling my cheeks.

I cup my hand under Harry's neck and feel a large bump, with a slippery substance oozing from it. I quickly bring my hand back up and through my clogging tears, I can see blood.

When no one shows up, I scream again, but louder this time.

"Ginny! Molly! Ron! Somebody!" I clutch my throat afterwards from screaming so loudly.

"Hermione?" I hear Molly ask calmly from the bottom of the stairs, "what is it?"

I stumble towards the door. "It's Harry!"

I collapse back over his now still body and my tears fall onto his face, drizzling down from every corner.

"Please don't leave me," I sob into his shirt. This is all my fault. I knew he wasn't feeling like himself today. Shit. This is all my fault.

I pull away from Harry and begin to get frustrated. Why isn't he waking up? This isn't funny anymore!

"Wake up!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I bring my hand down and slap him in the face, hard, but he still remains as still as a rock.

"C'mon.." I start sobbing again, grabbing his collar and resting my head on his chest. "You promised me," I whimper. "You promised me you'd stay safe! You promised you would never leave me!"

He doesn't respond, so my breathing quickens. "But I promise, I'll take care of you. And I won't break it."

"Hermione," Ron's husky voice gulps from outside, but my eyes are swollen shut from as much as I've cried that I can't even turn my head to examine him. Seconds later I feel his hand on my waist and he is trying to help me up, but I resist.

"No..no!" I yell as he tries to pull me from Harry's side. "I promised I'd take care of him!" I try to fight Ron back, but it's hopeless.

He grabs my arms with one of his and slings me over his side, pinning me on his shoulder with is free hand.

"Stop! Please!" I scream, kicking and punching him, but he seems to dodge my attempts and call for Ginny and Fred. They soon race up stairs and run into the room that Harry is in, while Ron takes me to the bedroom that's next door and throws me onto the bed.

"Take me back to him!" I cry through my tears. Is it possible for a girl to die from crying so much? Because I think I'm almost there.

Ron pins my arms above my head which makes me frantic.

"Get-off-of-me-" he plunges his fist into my pipe hole, cutting me off with a shriek.

"Shush.." He whispers, leaning down to me.

"Please don't.." I beg but it's too late. His lips have touched mine and the feeling is horrible.

I try to punch him away but he is stronger, and tightens his grip on my arms.

I finally manage to raise my knee up and get him hard in the stomach, causing him to cry out and clutch it. I slap him hard in the face and turn red.

"Why did you do that?" My voice is too cracked and sore for me to yell.

"I needed to calm you down." He says, still groaning from the pain I caused him seconds ago.

"I thought you were gonna-"

"No. I'm not that horrible."

I can't believe he kissed me. "I need to get back to Harry,"

"No!" He runs up to the door and slams it shut before I can get to it.

My eyes widen. "Let me go, Ron."

"No, you need to calm down. And stop crying." He shakes his head. "My moms gonna help Harry."

I notice that tears are still streaming down my face. I quickly wipe them away and sigh.

"There. I'm calm. Now please let me be with my boyfriend."

Jealousy prints across Ron's face. "Boyfriend?"

I shrug. "Why do you care? You don't still have feelings for me do you?"

Ron seems appalled at the question and laughs. "You say that like I shouldn't."

"Ron-"

"I love you Hermione," he says softly.

"Ron-I can't.." I reply, shaking my head. I push him out of the way and grab the doorknob, but he grabs my waist tightly and flips me around. He slams me against the door and kisses me again, but harder. And I can't believe myself, not at all, but I kiss him back, with the same enthusiasm he had with me.

So I made this a little Romione part for you. Don't worry, it'll change. Confused, are you? Basically Ron is purposely trapping Hermione so he can express his love for her, but Hermione is trying to leave so she can go be with Harry. Luckily, Ron and Hermione didn't just leave Harry in the room, Ginny and Molly are tending to his wounds:) so yeah. Another chapter later this week.

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