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You Won't Know	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione was sleeping. She had fallen into bed after they had come back from the Healers who had told her that this time her child was alright—but the next time she might not be so lucky.

She then had asked her quite directly if she was in an abusive relationship—to which Hermione had responded with an easy lie. Frowning at the both of them, she let them go, and Ginny had had a restless sleep that night.

She finally gave up and went downstairs to have a cup of coffee and wait for Harry to come home—she had owled him the gravity of the situation. It was almost three in the afternoon, and he had left early.

Ginny did not know what to think of the situation, but she knew Hermione had not hurt herself, that much was sure. Harry would know. He spent more time with Ron than anybody. He would know if something was up.

She took a sip of her coffee. She felt guilty and divided. Defending her brother, whom she viewed as kind and protective; and standing up for her friend who had been victimized.

How horrible. She hated making decisions. Hermione was decisive, but she tended to waver.

The front door opened and Harry came in, looking somewhat disheveled after forty-eight hours of work. She almost felt bad for having to deliver this bit of news to him.

“What’s happened with Hermione?”

“You know?”

“Ron told me he came home and she was messed up. He said it looked like she’d been…attacked. Someone tried to strangle her.”

Ginny stared at her coffee, lukewarm, and quietly said, “Did he tell you that she said he did it to her?”

Harry immediately said, “Ron wouldn’t do that; he loves her.”

Gently, she said, “Sometimes people hurt the ones they love the most. It isn’t alright, it is just—I don’t know.” She sighed, “Harry, you didn’t see her. I wouldn’t have believed my brother could have done that either but…” She brought her hands together, “I think it’s possible.”

“Someone could have charmed themselves. Polyjuice. Animorgus. Pick one.” Harry was stubborn.

Ginny fixed him with a gimlet stare, “Have you noticed anything odd between them during the last few weeks?”

Harry gave her a long stare, then finally sat down. Ginny knew something was up when he gave her that concession.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, was staring at her hands, then slowly said, “Ron’s been having bachelor anxiety. He told me about it a few days ago. He said he’d been talking to Luna—of all people, don’t ask why—for advice. He said he couldn’t talk to Hermione about it because she was so happy. He didn’t want to make her upset.”

Ginny leaned back in her chair, “Idiot. Does Hermione know?”

“I don’t know. She’s never said anything to me. Why?”

Ginny looked at the ceiling, “Would you be uncomfortable if I talked about our relationship to, say, Malfoy?”

Harry considered this, “I see.”

“What else? I don’t think that’s the problem. It seems to be deeper. Hermione said Ron was agitated around her. He was distant—treating her strangely. It’s almost as if everything was leading up to this. That’s the only reason why I think he could have done this—that and seeing her. Harry…she looked so alone.”

Harry reached across the table and picked up her coffee and downed it, wrinkling his nose. He wished he had something to dull the senses. He did not like the direction of this conversation; it was like opening pandora’s box.

“Ron said…a few weeks ago that he had been in the middle of having sex with her and he’d looked at her and it hadn’t been Hermione. He’d been so scared, he kind of ran away from her, and Hermione had been just as startled as him, I think. But he—he’d been really freaked out.”

Ginny put her face in her hands.

So it was very likely that Ron had done this.

Everything seemed to point it.

“But that doesn’t mean that it isn’t possible someone else—“

“No, but it’s highly unlikely Harry.” Ginny snapped, angry at him for telling her this and angry at him for still defending Ron. She was angry at Ron for being so mean, and angry for a lot of things.

Harry did not want to think his friend capable of such things either, so he said, “Do you think maybe it’s because he’s under stress? I mean he’s been acting so out of sorts lately. Maybe he’s…I don’t know…having a mental break or something.”

“You think he had like temporary insanity or something?” Ginny said.

Well, he had tried to kill her.

“I don’t know. Ron could hurt her all along and we wouldn’t know. Ron could be crazy and we wouldn’t know. Right now I feel like I don’t even know him, and I think that’s how Hermione feels. I feel so betrayed, and he didn’t hit me.”

Harry put his hand on hers, “Yeah but you’re his sister.”

“He’s your friend.”

There was a wild knock at the door, and then Neville came sprinting in, “You guys, did you see the paper?”

They shook their head, “What--?”

Ginny blanched and Harry paled. On the front page was a sobbing girl who was holding herself over the covered body of a boy—it read—LOVERS ATTACKED, YOUNG MAN DEAD FROM INJURIES. RONALD WEASLEY SUSPECT.
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