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Resistance	By : danniperson Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 44506 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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CHAPTER SEVEN

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The soul counterpart of Ronald Billius Weasley is one Hannah Emily Abbott.

Ron gaped in shock at the words that appeared on the parchment. Hannah Abbott? That Huffelpuff girl? Ron blinked a few times, trying to make sure he wasn't reading Hermione's name wrong. Hermione Jean Granger that's what it was supposed to say! Not Hannah Emily Abbott! Ron whimpered then looked up helplessly at Dumbledore and Ginny. Ginny frowned at the words while Dumbledore smiled kindly. He wanted to speak, to say something had gone wrong, but the words were stuck in his throat.

"Would you like to contact Miss Abbott?" Dumbledore asked.

"No!" Ron choked out. "I…I can't! Her…Hermione?"

"Ah, yes. I was wondering if she would wish to contact her soul mate as well but she seemed nearly as upset as you," Dumbledore explained. "Didn't she tell you?"

"Sh…She said…She said she never had…That you never had…That…time," Ron sputtered.

"She saw him the same day Fred and George told us," Ginny explained quietly, looking guilty. "She was so upset and was too scared to tell you so she just said that she hadn't been able to ask yet."

"She knew?" Ron demanded angrily. The pain and confusion were only adding on to his bad temper. "She knew and she's been lying to me?"

"Ron," Ginny sighed. "She's upset and was scared you'd get upset."

"Damn right I'm upset! And I had the right to know!" Ron shouted. He grabbed the parchment and glowered at his sister. "And you! You're my own flesh and blood! If she didn't tell me, you should have!"

"Ron, that's not fair! She made me swear not to tell!" Ginny exclaimed. She stood up to follow him as he stormed upstairs, undoubtedly to confront his girlfriend on the matter. She stopped when Dumbledore held up his hand, however.

"You wanted to see your soul mate as well," he reminded her.

"Yes, but…" Ginny said then bit her lip as she watched Ron go off. She sighed and sat back down. She had a feeling there wasn't much she was going to be able to do and it's not as if Ron would actually physically hurt Hermione. Emotional harm, however…Ginny had to keep him calm. But Dumbledore shook his head and Ginny sighed. "Alright then," she said taking the quill and eying it to make sure it was clean before pricking her own finger then dipping the quill into the inkpot.

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Draco stared at the parchment in horror. Severus stared down at it as well, quirking an eyebrow and glancing up at his godson. "It's a lie," Draco said quickly, shaking his head as he poked the parchment. "You're not very good at this."

"I thought the same thing," Severus drawled, frowning as he recalled his own denial over his apparent ties to Potter Jr.

"What?" Draco asked. "So, you admit it doesn't work? Mother will not be pleased."

"It works, Draco," Severus said impatiently. "I only meant that you are not the first to be in denial over your results."

Draco eyed him. "You? Well, then, who did you get?"

"I am not sure that is any of your business, Draco," Severus snapped. Of all things, he didn't want to talk about his soul mate right now. Especially not with his godson. Not with anyone who didn't already know. If Potter Jr. did consent to bond with him then the truth would inevitably come out. But Severus would bide his time until he was forced into facing it.

"It can't be as bad as this!" Draco said, snatching up the parchment and waving it around. "A Weasley!"

Severus rolled his eyes. "The last I checked, Hermione Granger was not, in fact, a Weasley."

Draco snorted. "She is practically married to that Weasel anyway. I bet she has a few ginger buns baking in her oven right about now."

"Draco," Severus said warningly. He didn't particularly care for Granger. She was annoying, honestly, but he really did not want to hear all of this from Draco. "Despite her shortcomings, Granger is a very intelligent and powerful young witch. Personally, I believe it makes some sense as she can match, or surpass, you in either area."

"She's a bloody know it all! And my soul mate cannot be a mudblood!" Draco hissed, shaking his head. "No, no, no…This isn't right. Something must be wrong with it."

Severus sighed heavily and glared at his godson. "I'm not going to argue with you. Nor will I sit here and pity you. Those are your results. Whether you buy into it or not is up to you. You may take your leave."

"Right then," Draco said stiffly, grimacing at the parchment once more before balling it up and tossing it across the room then heading back out into the living room to the fireplace. Severus followed not far behind him, settling into his chair and picking his book back up. If he didn't think he'd need it for emergencies he'd lock up his Floo network for the afternoon to just enjoy himself. Hopefully, no one else would feel the need to bother him today.

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"Hermione!"

Hermione gasped and jerked her head up in surprise at the sound of her name. She had been so engrossed in her new Ancient Runes syllabus that she had completely forgotten about the outside world until now. Hermione blinked rapidly for a moment, feeling momentarily lightheaded as she was pulled out of her studies. "Ron?" she said, brushing her hair out of her face and looking up at her boyfriend, surprised to see his face nearly as red as his hair and his blue eyes lit up in fury. "R—"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ron demanded, tossing the parchment at her.

"Tell you what?" she asked in shock.

"You lied to me, Hermione! You lied to me!" he barked, gesturing madly at the parchment until a confused Hermione leaned over to pluck it up, smoothing it out in her lap and turning it around so that she could read it.

Her brown eyes then grew wide when she realized what it was; the soul mate results. Pairing her Ron with Hannah Abbott. Hermione hadn't immediately thought of her own secret when Ron started making accusations, but it all made perfect sense now. It felt like she had swallowed a large block of ice and it dropped down into her stomach, a trail of painful cold all through her chest and her head. Hermione shivered and shakily set aside the parchment. "I didn't know how to tell you," Hermione admitted quietly, clasping her hands together in her lap.

"How hard is it, Hermione?" Ron demanded, pacing the floor and running his fingers through his hair.

"How hard is it?" shrieked Hermione incredulously. "What would you have done, Ronald? Would it have been easy for you to tell me Hannah was your soul mate if you didn't know that I already knew we weren't?"

"It doesn't matter!" Ron shouted. "You still should have told me! Not only did you not tell me but you lied to me about it! Right to my face, you lied to me! What were you going to do, Hermione? I would have found out sooner or later!"

"I was just waiting until…until I could tell you!" Hermione exclaimed tearfully, not sure if she wanted to punch him or beg for his forgiveness. "I didn't know how and I was scared to, okay? I would have told you eventually."

"Yeah, I'm sure you would have," Ron spat.

"Ron, stop it! Do not talk to her that way," came a voice from the doorway. Hermione looked up gratefully at Bill who was standing in the doorway. He had his arms folded over his chest and was giving his younger brother a hard look.

"You don't even know what she did!" Ron exclaimed defensively.

"I don't care what she did, you should not talk to a girl that way. Especially the girlfriend you love," Bill said calmly.

"She's not my girlfriend anymore," Ron said moodily.

Hermione's eyes grew wide. "R…Ron? You…you don't mean that," she whispered, voice quiet and pleading. How had everything fallen apart so miserably so fast? Ron couldn't seriously be breaking up with her! She knew she had done wrong by hiding this from him but was it really worth throwing away their two year relationship? Didn't he love her? Surely, they could work through this.

"Let's see," Ron said sarcastically, "you lied to me and hid things from me and…What's the use, Hermione? We're not even soul mates."

"Ron, stop it," Bill said.

"What does it matter?" Hermione demanded, voice cracking and tears sliding down her cheeks. She could feel her heart breaking in her chest. Her whole body ached in the pain of it and she felt some wild desperation to stop it and mend things. "Ron…Ron! Look…s…soul mates…Didn't you listen? It doesn't mean we can't love each other and be together! You don't have to run off and marry Hannah just like I don't, and won't!, have to run off and marry Malfoy! I love you, Ron, and having different soul mates doesn't have to change that!"

"Yeah, well, to me it does," Ron snapped. He shook his head and grumbled und her his breath for a moment before stopping and staring at her. "Wait…Did you say Malfoy?"

Hermione sighed. "Yes…Draco Malfoy."

Ron laughed bitterly. "Just great. Well you go on and enjoy Malfoy and his money and his—"

"I don't care about money and I bloody well don't care about Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed heatedly. It was hard to keep her anger from rising as Ron could be such an arse sometimes! "I care about you, Ron! I love you!"

That seemed to do something. Ron stared at her and swallowed hard. Hermione relaxed a bit and hoped that he had changed his mind. She still wanted to slap him silly for putting her through this and for saying all that he had but, right now, all she was concerned about was making sure Ron didn't ruin everything. She had been so horrified when she learned that Draco Malfoy was her soul mate, and heartbroken. For a while, she felt lost and, even for a moment, questioned her relationship with Ronald. But Hermione read through the book on bonds and did all of her research on soul mates. Being Draco Malfoy's soul mate didn't mean they were meant to be together, at least not romantically. They didn't have to get married and Hermione could easily live happily ever after with Ron. Hermione didn't even have to have Malfoy in her life at all, if she didn't want him there, and even if she did, it wouldn't have to mean anything. Hermione still wasn't very comfortable with the idea, which was why she had hidden it from Ron for so long. She had to work out what to say and had to yet to completely convince herself of everything. She needed more time, more time to figure out how to do this right.

"I can't do this," Ron finally said quietly. "It's over, Hermione."

Ron turned and walked out of the room, pushing past Bill. Hermione stared after him, feeling as though he was dragging her heart out with him. That was it? Hermione stood frozen. Everything felt so still. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. She was vaguely aware of Fleur coming to get Bill and of Bill saying her name. She swallowed and slowly sank down onto the bed, heart racing as her mind and emotions struggled to make sense of what had just happened. Bill and Fleur whispered to one another, a quick explanation of what had taken place, and, the next thing Hermione knew, the bed was dipping on either side of her as Bill and Fleur took their places around her.

"Hermione? Hermione, it will be okay," Bill said quietly. "You want me to go get Ginny? W—Mum, not now…Can you go get Ginny?"

"Boys can be so stupide," Fleur assured her, resting a comforting hand on her arm. "'Ee will come around, you will see!"

It all hit very suddenly. Ron ended things. He was done with her. He was an utter prat about it, but that didn't make it any easier to hate him. It just hit…This gut-wrenching agony that twisted her heart and pulled at her stomach until she felt sick. Her throat burned and her eyes were hot and wet with tears that began pouring down her face as she began crying, immediately pulled into the arms of Fleur Delacour while Bill Weasley gently patted her on the back.

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The soul counterpart of Ginevra Molly Weasley is one Blaise Isaiah Zabini.

Ginny kept sneaking peeks at the parchment she had folded up neatly on the table. She was trying not to overreact to it. Everyone was going crazy over their results and Ginny kept that in mind while she mulled it over in her head. Loads of people were getting paired off strangely. Hermione had gotten Draco Malfoy and Harry had gotten Snape! She was hardly the first person to get stuck with someone unappealing as a soul mate. And even though some lucky few were paired with their significant others, that didn't mean anything had to happen. Ginny kept telling herself that and was probably why she wasn't acting as dramatically as Ron was. But, still…Zabini? He wasn't the biggest arse in Slytherin, but still…

"Ginny! Ginny, we need you upstairs," Molly said, walking into the kitchen looking upset.

"What is it, Mum?" Ginny asked, folding the parchment back up and putting it into her pocket.

"Hermione…She seems very upset about something. Your brother won't tell me what happened," Molly said, ushering Ginny out of the room.

Ginny frowned and sighed. "Oh no," she said and hurried upstairs. "Ronald must have done something, that prat."

"Do not call your brother a prat," Molly said. "What did he do?"

"I don't know but it was probably bad, knowing his temper," grumbled Ginny. "He and Hermione aren't soul mates."

"Oh no," Molly gasped. "Really? That's awful…"

"Yeah, yeah," Ginny mumbled, walking into her bedroom. Her heart ached at the sight of one of her best friends crying on the shoulder of her future sister in law while her oldest brother tried to offer comfort, as well. "Mione…Mione, I'm here," Ginny said quietly, moving over to take Bill's place as he scooted to the side to make room for her. Hermione pulled herself away from Fleur then threw her arms around Ginny, sobbing heartbreakingly into her shoulder while Fleur moved closer and took Bill's place in rubbing her back.

"I'm going to go have a talk with my little brother," Bill sighed, leaving the room. Molly frowned and walked to the bed, sitting beside Ginny and reaching over to pat Hermione on the leg.

"H-he b-broke up with…th…m-me!" Hermione cried, starting to sniffle and cough as she struggled to regain composure.

"Let eet all out, cheri. 'Ee iz an imbécile," Fleur cooed reassuringly. Molly glared at her for the insult to her son but Fleur shot a hard look back to her. Ginny gave her mother a look to tell her to just let it happen. Ron was being an utter prat for doing this to Hermione. He'd calm down soon though and it would all be okay. Ginny would make sure of that. Ron and Hermione loved each other and, even though the situation was difficult, it didn't necessarily mean it really was the end. In the meantime, Ron was being a moron and it was just the sort of thing Hermione needed to hear. "One day, ee will come around and ee will see just what 'ee iz missing. Eet iz not good to waste tears over this stupide garcon."

"She's right, Hermione," Ginny said, pleased with Fleur's methods. She could tell off Ron good right about now, probably better than Bill was. Bill was probably doing it nicely and Ginny could slap her brother right about now. "He's just being dumb! You know Ron. He doesn't think before he does anything. Once he calms down, it will all be okay. This doesn't mean it's over for good."

"Ron loves you, Hermione," Molly added with a sad smile. "I'll have a good talk with that boy and we'll get some sense into him."

"I'm fine," Hermione said weakly, sniffing and wiping her tears away. There was some sad hopefulness in her brown eyes that made Ginny frown then pat Hermione's arm as her friend pulled away. "Sorry about that," she said, voice cracking and she cleared her throat and rubbed her eyes.

"If you need to cry…or to talk…that's fine, Hermione," Ginny said soothingly, rubbing her friend's back. "I'm here for you."

"We all are, dear," Molly said kindly. "We're your family."

At that, Hermione smiled, though her eyes filled with tears all over again and her shoulders shook like she might burst into tears once more. Hermione took a deep breath, though, and straightened up to compose herself. "Ahem. Don't we have a wedding to be planning?"

Ginny wanted to talk her out of it, to not let Hermione distract herself with mundane chores about the house in preparation for the upcoming wedding, but Molly and Fleur jumped at the chance, eager to keep Hermione in her seemingly better, and stronger, mood. Ginny sighed and stood up to follow them out of the room. Hopefully, Ron would stay out of the way until he was ready to mend things with Hermione.

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