Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Crossover ❯ Ron Weasley ( Chapter 5 )
Chapter 5
Ron Weasley had become, during the last few minutes, the proverbial mass of nerves. He had tried telling himself that he was only going to see his friends again for the first time in months and that there was nothing new in this, but fact was that things had changed a lot during the last year.
With a real killer taking out the students in their dreams, his first try at fifth year had been a disaster. In the end, the faculty at Hogwarts had decided to skip the OWLs, NEWTs and end of term exams and simply have the students retake their lost year.
Hermione had been the last student targeted, and both Harry and himself had been forced to use a rather dangerous spell to enter their friends mind in order to save her. It hadn't been pleasant and, as the spell bordered closely on being dark magic, the teachers had not been pleased with them.
As such, Hogwarts had been immersed in such fear, terror, that no one (not even Hermione) had found the time and/or concentration required to do homework or, worse, study. And so, the faculty had, obviously, taken the decision that it was better to keep the whole school back for a year. Ron could imagine Snape's expression when that decision had been made. He had probably looked as if he had been constipated for a month.
The only good thing that had come out of the previous year had been his first kiss with Hermione. Granted, it had been during the time they had spent within her mind and thus (technically) it didn't count, but the memory had haunted him during the whole of his vacations. Not even Quidditch could take it out of his mind. And, if he was completely honest with himself, it was the reason why he was so worked up over seeing his friends again.
After all, Harry knew about the kiss (hell, he had been there!!) but Hermione didn't. Or at least she didn't seem to. Ron could only hope that it had stayed in the girl's subconscious, he didn't think he could live with himself if it didn't. For Hermione to find of his crush that way would be even more humiliating than belching slugs before half the school (God knew he should know about that!!).
Somehow, the twins had found out about some of the things that had gone on during that particular adventure and still hadn't lent off of the teasing (another very good reason for the kiss to be kept as top secret, since they probably would never let him live it down. Correction, make that an absolutely never!!!).
A familiar voice came from behind him, already fretting over schoolwork, and he couldn't keep back a smile. No matter what happened, Hermione would never change. His one hope was for that to never change. It was a dying hope, but one to which he clung with all his might.
This war was stripping everyone of their innocence, little by little, but inexorably nonetheless. It seemed to be more than wishful thinking, the expectation of them making it through the year alive. That had been the only thing his mother had asked of both his siblings and him: that they stayed alive (and preferably in one piece). They had all promised to at least try. And yet, wishful thinking or not, as he looked at his best friend and the girl he loved, he knew he would do everything in his power to see them all through.