Sleeping Like a Dog [OPEN]

[ronweasley]

Spiders and spiders... and more spiders; hoards of them, all of them were nearing the poor boy terrified of them. Ron plunged his hand into his pocket fishing around for his wand, but it wasn't there. Panicking as a particularly huge spider lunged for his face, he sung his arm trying to hit it away. Instead of it flying off, it hung to his arm, sending a surge of pain coarsing through his body. The other spiders followed the first one's lead and lunged for him. Defenseless he collasped under the weight of the incoming spider, slowly eating his flesh piece by piece....


Ronald Weasley was sleeping like a dog. Afraid of encountering someone and messing up their life, Ron slept in the Room of Requirement, which he and his friends found a year prior or to the native people to this time, 18 years in the future. Ron found this all completely bizarre. Him in whatever year he was in, which he hadn't found out yet, and it wasn't a dream. Ron had gone to sleep and woken up a few times, without any luck of returning to his own time, which he hoped would happen.

Ron was snuggled up on a large bed in the Room of Requirement; the room sensing he needed a place to sleep. The bed was large and with satan blue sheets. The blanket was huge and kept him quite warm as he slept.

Out of fear, Ron bolted upright, plunging him back in the complicated little life he had in this wierd realm, which he finally was convinced was real, or at least real to him. He was breathing hard, scared of the spiders sprouting up and not being a real dream, but real life. It was much different than real life though, the dream had a sort of dream like quality, so he was sure it wasn't real.

[mione]

Hermione couldn't think!

It was so frustrating, knowing where you are, most of the people that you're around, but not knowing how to react and sort out the muddled thoughts surrounding the mystery of her and Harry's arrival in the past. How was it possible, to jump back in time nearly twenty years? It couldn't have anything to do with a broken time-turner, as Harry and Hermione had been nowhere near one another when this accident seemed to have occured. She had had no luck finding Dumbledore, and she made sure to steer clear of all of the other professors - something she had been sure to advise Harry to do so, as we - as she didn't want any unnecessary questions arising before they were able to sort things out with the headmaster... Ugh! Hermione closed her eyes, shaking her thoughts out of her mind. She didn't need to think about their predicament right now, not when she knew there was nothing she could currently do about it.

She needed Ron. Despite his insufferable nature most of the time, he was like their comedic rock, always there to break the tension when everything seemed to be too much. He had always made her laugh when she'd felt like crying - when he wasn't the one causing her tears - and he was the greatest friend anyone could ever ask for. At the moment, thoughts of her unrequited feelings for him were in the back of her mind. Right now, she needed her friend. She needed someone there to tell her to relax and eat a chocolate frog, to stop nagging about matters that are better left alone. She needed someone to make her smile when they asked her to get rid of a spider they'd found in their Potions book, someone that made her forget her troubles and worries, if only for a moment.

Hermione gasped, taking in the sight of the large oak door before her. She hadn't realized what floor she was on, or that she had been pacing before one of Hogwart's secret, hidden rooms, specifically made to fit the needs of the person requiring it. Uncertainly, Hermione stepped toward the door, opening it gently. She felt a large lump rise in her throat at the sight of Ron, bleary-eyed and confused, half-awake and almost delirious. She didn't know whether he was really here, in the past with Harry and her, or whether he was simply a figment of her imagination provided by the Room of Requirement. Suppressing a smile, the Gryffindor asked, "Spiders again?"