- - wakey wakey [ RON ]

[HERMIONE GRANGER]

It was a little after noon and Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table going over everything that has happened within the last month. So much has changed since the battle has finally ended for one no one had to look over their shoulders anymore thinking Lord Voldermort was after them. No, Harry Potter had killed him like he was suppose to. Now that the dark Lord was dead Hermione really didn't know what to do with herself. For so long she had helped Harry to try to figure out a way to beat the evil wizard it has become a huge part of her life but now that was no longer she felt useless.

After the war Hermione didn't go looking for her parents she had a pretty good idea where they would be but she went home with the Weasleys they lost a family member and could probably use all they help they could get. She was able to be there for Ginny and, sometime, Mrs. Weasleys but the men of the family seems to be controlling their emotions the most but the redness in there eyes didn't full Hermione at all. Where it was usually fun and exciting was now total opposite for good reason. Fred Weasley was being missed by everyone in the house Ginny sometime woke up crying for her brother and Mrs. Weasley still calls George Fred after realizing what she had done would break down in tears. Who could blame her? All Hermione could do was be there for support and help around the house trying to make it as easy for the family as she possibly could.

It really was a strange feeling not really having anything to worry about but Hermione was very worried about her parents. She knew they were ok but she's going to make sure the war is actually over before giving them back their memories and she couldn't wait until that happens. There was nothing more she wanted then to hug and kiss them again after everything. Well, almost anything.

Looking up she sighed shaking her head wondering what was going on with a certain red haired boy she hasn't really seen much of lately she wondered what he has been up to. Ron seemed to be oddly in control of himself after the war and that worried Hermione more and more but what worried her more is has Ron grieved at all? She knew better then to bring it up with him Ginny told her she hasn't seen Ron cry or anything. It also seemed that he was becoming a vampire staying in bed long and longer each day.

Hearing steps coming for the stairs broke Hermione of her thoughts. Looking over her shoulder seeing it was Ginny she smile at her friend as a greeting no need to ask how she was it showed on her face "Have you seen my brother?" She asked. Hermione didn't need to know which one she was talking about George was sitting out in the other room with the rest of the family "No, He hasn't been down yet" They both looked up "Has he mentioned anything about what happened?" Ginny shook her head "He came in late again though. Heard him when i was in the loo" Hermione looked at Ginny a little confused "Again?" Ginny nodded again "Yeah, I don't know where he goes so don't ask but he goes somewhere then comes home late making a racket going up the stairs mumbling something to himself" A lot of images started to flow into Hermiones head on what Ron might be doing late at night none of them she wanted to believe he was doing but he was acting strange so anything could be possible.

"Any idea?" Hermione asked leaning forward on the table placing the silverware she was using on her place "I think, and I could be wrong, that he has taken up drinking and coming up drunk." That wasn't as bad as what Hermione was thinking she could deal with that if it was indeed what Ron was doing "Has anyone talked to him about it?" Ginny shook her head "Mum doesn't want to upset him and neither does dad. I was wondering if you could .... ?" Before Ginny could finish Hermione stood up pushing her chair in "I'll go talk to him" Ginny smiled a small smile "Thanks. If I don't see you in a hour i will send some help" Laughing slightly Hermione turned and started heading up the stairs.

Standing in front of Ron's door Hermione could hear his snoring but she decided to knock before opening the door. She knocked hard but not hard enough he snorted and continued on snoring "Ron, Are you up?" she asked opening the door taking a step in closing the door behind her "Ron?" Walking to the bed seeing the man in question sprawled all over the bed "Ronald?" Hermione spoke louder he mumbled something before rolling over "It's time for you to get out of bed" She made sure he could hear her but for all it did she could be talking to the door. Grabbing the blanket the yanked it back and thats when she smelt it. Covering her nose waving the smell of stale firewhiskey he clearly didn't shower before climbing into bed or undress either.

"Ronald, Get Up Now. It's past noon" Shaking his mattress seemed to have got a reaction from her she heard bloody hell before he pulled the blankets back over him "Fine" Hermione said leaving his room walking into the bathroom "Accio Jug" holding her hand for the Jug as it flew into her hand. Filling it with cold water she walked back into Rons room locking the door this time "Last chance to wake up Ron" she warned him standing beside his bed seeing his red hair. When all he did was mumble and adjust his body on the bed Hermione smiled as she pulled the blanket back off him and poured the ice cold water all over him stepping back quickly.

[RONALD WEASLEY]

Avoidance. Avoiding anything and everything that surrounds a person. Exactly what Ronald Weasley had been doing. The war was over. The Wizarding World was slowly trying to regain peace again. Peace and picking up all the missing pieces from the war. It was coming easy for many people. For many wizards were rejoicing in the Dark Lords death. But it wasn’t just the death of the Dark Lord that night, it was the death of so many more important people. People like Tonks and Lupin. People like Fred Weasley, Ron’s older brother. The twin of George Weasley.

When Ron wasn’t downstairs with his family he was upstairs avoiding everyone. And, if he wasn’t upstairs he was out at a bar drowning his sorrows in booze. He was at the stage where he was trying to pretend he was ok. He was trying to be strong for his family. He couldn’t expect Ginny to be strong because she was the youngest, he couldn’t expect George to be strong because it was his twin brother, and Percy was working all the time, Bill had a family to contend to, and then, there was Charlie with the Dragons. So, this left Ron to try and mend his broken family together. Except it wasn’t working well at all…

The second night after the war Ron had picked up a drinking habit. He walked into a nearby bar and just started drinking. And, from that one night, it continued on day after day. He would go out drinking around ten at night, come home around two in the morning, wake up at about noon or later, then go downstairs, and put on a happy face. Acting as if everything was ok. But, slowly the Weasley family was catching on that everything was not ok. And, Ron was part of not being ok. Ron wasn’t handling the death of their brother as well as he was trying to appear to be doing.

Last night hadn’t been an any different night for him after the war. He went out got himself completely wasted and stumbled in around two thirty in the morning. Thinking he was being completely quiet as he stumbled his way to his bedroom and crawled his way into his comfy, cozy bed. Little did he know that he woke everyone up in the house. If he knew he did such a crime he wouldn’t bother coming in at all. This little secret he was holding from everyone was something he wanted to keep a secret. He knew it would only bring about drama. Drama that he didn’t want people to come making their way in to. He’d just be lectured. They’d worry. And, Ronald, didn’t want any of that. He just wanted to be left alone. He wanted to deal with his sorrows on his own.

It seemed as if every morning came way too fast for him. It felt as if as soon as he dozed off to sleep he was having to be awake again. It seemed as if every wakening moment turned into the same thing day after day. Two days turned into one day and so forth. He was still fast asleep when the knocks erupted on the door, which never awoke him. He was fast asleep in his dream state. The dreams that were his nightmares. For at the moment, he was dreaming about Fred’s death. Witnessing it again. The image playing back in his mind. Dreams were not supposed to be a person’s reality. But, here Ron was dreaming of his reality, here he was trying to get away from reality, and he couldn’t even do it in his sleep. The only time he could was when drinking was involved. For with drinking came the loss of pain and a feeling of numbness. A feeling of complete nothingness.

“ No…” he let out. And then finally a few more tugs on the bed let him drift out of his dreams, and bring him back to the world. The light killing his eyes. “ Bloody hell!” he muttered pulling the blankets back over his head. “ Go away…” he muffled out, which couldn’t have even been barely heard for it was muffled under his blankets. He hadn’t even bothered to look and see who was trying to wake him. He just wanted to focus on going back to bed. He was so exhausted.

And just when he was about to fall back into his deep sleep he felt the cold chilled water spill all over his body, he let out a yelp, throwing the covers off himself, and sitting up. “ Bloody hell!” he shouted. Turning and about ready to start yelling at the person that would even think about doing such a horrible thing to him. Then his whole body froze when he saw Hermione standing their, the jug in her hand. “ Mione’!” he shouted out, his face turning bright red. He shifted away from her a bit, glancing down at his clothes. Embarrassment apparent on his face as he tired to cover himself up. He looked rather guilty and he tried to get as far away from her as possible. He didn’t need her to smell the fire whiskey on his breath. He didn’t want her to catch on that he was still in the same clothes as yesterday. He had a feeling it was a tiny bit too late.

“ What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing!?” letting the anger boil up inside him. She had no right to just barge in here and wake him up! Even if he was guilty of drinking and sleeping in late, she was just as much of a ‘criminal’ as him right now. And, he’d do his best to keep the attention on her and away from him. That was his plan of action.

[HERMIONE GRANGER]

Ron's anger she expected no one liked getting woken up the way he just did and she felt bad for it but Hermione didn't let it show. No, she knew soon they would be at each others throats because that's how the were 90% of the time. If it would help him with what he was going through then it had to be done she wont sit by and watch the man she l .... well, she wouldn't let any one she cares about suffer if she could help it and that was what Hermione intended to do to help Ron if he liked it or now.

"I did knock" Hermione finally said after looking over Ron very carefully not really liking what she was seeing "It's not my fault you didn't wake up" She said calmly placing the jug on the bed side table before pulling the wet sheets off his bed. She wasn't about to start cutting into him just yet if there is anything she learned about Ron, and she has learned a lot, was that he is not a morning person granted in was past noon but still he wasn't a happy person when he wakes up.

"You should go clean up while I clean up in here then we can talk" Looking around the room it has always been a bit of a mess but there wasn't a work she could think of to describe how it looked. Shaking her head Hermione turned her back to Ron dropping the sheets to the ground and started collecting clothes she could see on the floor it seriously looked like a tornado was in there but she didn't comment on it he looked mad enough without her adding any more fuel to the fire just yet.

[RONALD WEASLEY]

“ Blimey Hermione! That doesn’t give you the right to just barge in here! “ he shouted out at her, his face going redder within minutes. Who did she honestly think she was!? His own family didn’t even have the guts to come wake him up. He was really reeling in anger at this point. His head was pounding and he was exhausted. He did not want to deal with Hermione at this particular moment. She really had some guts coming in his room. And even more guts dumping water on him. It had been brave of her. And, if she had done it to anyone else like Harry or George he would have had a good laugh about it. But not when the joke was on him. And NOT when he was as tired as he was.

Sometimes he swore that this girl was worse then his mum. Hermione was always nagging him. “ Oh Ronald, can’t you do your own work!? Oh Ronald, that is just disgusting, don’t talk and chew at the same time…” And on and on she nagged him. His mum often scolded him but it wasn’t even nearly as much as Hermione. Seeing as his mum had so many other children to look out for. And growing up she was constantly getting after the twins. Sometimes Ron looked like an angel compared to the pranksters of the family. But with Hermione her attention was only on him and Harry. And with Harry off with Ginny all the time it was Ron that had to deal with Hermione’s nagging. And even before the hook up Harry had with his sister Ron dealt with her nagging… A small part probably had to do with the fact that Ron would fight back and Harry just tended to do what was asked of him.

His face could not be even more red now. “ What are you doing!? Don’t touch my things!” he said stumbling over to her and whacking her hand away from his clothes. He knew he had dirty underwear around here some where that he didn’t want her to get a hold of. He knew on their journey she dealt with a lot of their clothes but he never looked in to it too much, not till now. And right now, he just wanted her to leave him alone. He wanted to go collapse back on his bed and sleep the day away. And he defiantly did not want to talk to her! Not right now…

As he spoke up again, he was already getting on the defensive side. “ Talk? Talk about what?”

[HERMIONE GRANGER]

Rons anger was something Hermione was ready for. No liked being woken from a dead sleep especially if there is water being poured on them. She knew she would like it but it didn't happen to her and Ron would just have to deal with because there were things that needed to be discussed not matter how much he wants to avoid everything that has happened. Hermione would love to imagine that everything in the past few months hasn't happened but they have and the sooner everyone excepts it and starts recovering from it the better everyone will be. So when Ron shouted at her Hermione just shook her head at him "Don't start with me Ronald Weasley." She shot back pushing some of her hair out of her face "I don't have time for your temper right now. There are things that needs to be discussed and we will discuss them" Crossing her arms giving Ron a look that showed that she meant business. Hermione wasn't exactly mad or anything but whenever Ron got worked up she somehow got worked up too.

The redness of his face told her that he was more then worked up but if Ron thought she was going to take all the anger he has out on her well he has another think coming. Hermione did feel sorry for him to a certain extent but she wasn't going to allow him to blow off steam on her there were things that he had to face and she was going to help if even if he didn't want to. Usually Harry would be the one Ron would go to to talk about things like this but Harry seemed to be busy with Ginny at least Harry was talking about it with somebody and she was glad it was with Ginny those two really are a good match for one another and hoped it worked out between them.Sighing deeply Hermione dropped the clothe she had managed to pick up when Ron whacked her hand away. Not wanting to fight with him right now but the mess in his room really was getting to her a little bit but she would it until after they have talked. On their journey she had seen about every bad habit he, and Harry, could possibly have but she wasn't going to say anything. Maybe if she showed that she wanted to help then maybe Ron would feel that he could trust her with anything after all there was something between them but neither one of them had the guts to actually say something.

Walking past Ron to sit on his messy bed "I would really like you to clean up a bit but if would rather talk now then we will" Taking a deep breath Hermione looked up and met his eyes for the first time since she entered his room and her heart melted she could see the dark rings under his eyes from long nights and the smell of him drinking filled the room. Patting the spot beside her "Please sit" Her voice was soft almost a whisper "I don't want to fight with you about this but everyone is worried about you Ron. You haven't really talked to anyone since the war ended and you really should it's not healthy to keep it all bottled up inside like you're doing. I want you to know that I am here for you to talk to" She knew Ron wasn't one to talk to about his feeling at least not to her but she wanted to help him no matter what it took.

[RONALD WEASLEY]

“ Bloody hell, you’re worse then my mother..” words muttered underneath the young man’s breath. Sometimes he swore Hermione should have just been his sister. She fit right in with the Weasley’s family. Both his mother and Ginny nagged him all the time. Ron don’t do that! Ronald don’t talk with your mouth full! Ron this! And Ronald that! The both of them constantly got on his nerves… he assumed that was a normal mother and sister type thing to do. However, when it came to friends, and… well, whatever the bloody hell Hermione was, he had not assumed that letting her in his life would be another nagging girl for him to deal with.

Scratch that. Scratch it all. Because the moment he met her in his first year at Hogwarts he knew Hermione was a girl that would constantly nag him the rest of his hogwarts career. Little did he know she would soon be the nagging friend that turned into the nagging girl he fell in love with. It still beat him today how he even fell in love with her. (Of course, he wouldn’t admit he loved her, but that was besides the point.) He really didn’t need a third girl nagging at him. The shocking factor of this all was that after the war Hermione was the bravest of all three girls to barge in his room (very rudely) and try to figure out what was going on with him, to try and talk to him, much to his annoyance. It was funny how changes of events have taken place throughout his years. Though he had to admit, Hermione fit in well with his family, she was already part of it.

He could feel her eyes boring into him. He could tell she was trying to read him. She was trying to figure out what was going on with him. Why he wasn’t talking. And, being Hermione, she was bound and determined to get to the bottom of things. She was the smartest witch of their age after all. This caused Ron to sometimes loathe her for being so smart. There was always a flaw and a great thing about her being so smart. In the search for horcruxs, and just defeating Voldomort in general, and even getting Ron through school it really helped him. But with her great intelligence came a flaw in Ronald’s mind. The flaw was that he had to deal with her always prying into his life, digging so deep into every little thing that went on in his mind to the point of annoyance, and she was always determined to figure everything out. Hermione never gave up. Most would call this a good thing… but when Ron wanted to be left, alone he hated it with such a passion he could not even stand it.

Now she was giving him the choice of cleaning or talking, and frankly, Ron did not know what was worse. At this point, all he wanted to do was to lie down and sleep. He was exhausted. He was also in the state of a horrid hangover and it seemed as if every word she said was just banging into the side of his head. If he cleaned, he would have to get up and move around. If he talked, he would be able to sit, but if it turned into a fight (which it nearly always did, her voice would echo and give him a headache.) He could not win either way. So at this moment all he could do was fight a losing battle. Ron could not just force her to leave… no matter, how much he wanted to.

Ron took a chance now to attempt to look at her but he couldn’t. He had to tare his eyes away. Looking at her brought up many memories of that night … a night he didn’t ever want to relive… however, that kiss… was something he might have wanted to relive, but he pushed that thought out of his head as quickly as he could. As he let out a low sigh.

“ Hermione, please…” his voice was pleading. “ Can I just… please, let me sleep.”

[HERMIONE GRANGER]

Sleep? Sleep? Was that all Ron really wanted to do was sleep? From the looks of him it looked like it was but Hermione wasn't having it. Oh no she wasn't. Did he seriously think he was the only one suffering from the war? Did he think he was the only who lost people he cared about? Well he thought wrong. The look Hermione was giving him was a mixture of anger and sadness "How can you want to sleep? How can you think only about yourself at a time like that?" Hermione quickly stood up taking the few steps to Ron almost getting into his face "You are not the only who has suffered from this Ronald Weasley so don't think for one moment that you are" Oh yeah she was anger more then she has ever been in her life "Have you thought about how your mother and father are feeling? They lost a son"

Hermione stopped then letting what she said sink in for Ron her breathing was heavy sometimes her temper always got the better of her but he had to see that wasn't the only one affected by his brothers death. Granted she wasn't related to the Weasleys but they have always been like a family to her helped her when she needed took her in when she didn't have anywhere else to go. She would do anything they asked for but she wasn't going to let Ron wollow if self pity.

Taking both his hand in hers Hermione look up at the man she cared for all her anger gone "Fred wouldn't want you to do this to yourself. This isn't anyway to live after everything we have been through." Shaking his hands hoping she was getting through to him she was worried about Ron more then the others of she was honest with herself. Harry wasn't really over it but he wasn't as bad as Ron but Harry had Ginny to talk to and Ron has Hermione but of course he's being stubborn about it "Please Ron. Talk to me" she was pleading now really hoping he would open up to her after everything they have been through he should know that he can talk to her about anything.

[RONALD WEASLEY]

Anger was just welling up inside his bones. She was acting as if she understood where he was coming from. She didn’t know. She didn’t have a family like his. She didn’t have siblings. She wasn’t feeling anything that he was feeling right now. She assumed he wasn’t trying to stay strong but he was. He was trying his hardest to stay strong for everyone in his family. He knew sleeping in until noon or later was not helping everyone but that was his time to grieve. As soon as he came down stairs each morning he attempted a smile, he tried to help his mum in the kitchen, and he tried to talk to his sister. His sister who preferred to talk to Harry about the passing of Fred, and he even went as far to help George in the shop….

But slowly as the time passed on Ron was starting to get weak. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t keep pretending everything was ok. So every night he slowly started to leave the house a little bit earlier, and every morning that he woke up he slept a little bit longer. But it wasn’t like he was in full self pity mode. He was in mere shock mode now. He didn’t know how to act around his family… and most of all he didn’t know how to act around Hermione. It was too hard for him to continue to try and pretend everything was ok. Because every now and again when Ron was left alone with his thoughts they just continued to go into one place and that place, being it should have been him that died that night and not Fred.

“ Don’t you dare think you know what I’ve thought about. Don’t you bloody dare, Hermione! You don’t know what’s going on inside my head. You don’t know anything.” his eyes averted away from her, his voice rising. He could feel her grab his hands and he pulled away from her, taking a step back toward the door. His face was as red as it ever had been before, and then, out of nowhere he began to break down, tears began to stream down his face.

“You want to talk. Fine.” his voice was steady for only a mere moment, before he lost it again. “ I think about everyone every day. I’m up here because I don’t belong in this family anymore. I don’t belong to have my mum or my siblings or my dad paying any attention to me. It was my fault that Fred died.” he stopped as he choked on the last few words.

“ Can’t you see that! If I hadn’t become friend with Harry none of this would have happened. Harry wouldn’t have been as important to my family as he was. Then maybe Fred would still be here because we weren’t so in to fighting this war!” he paused for only a moment, “ Or No. It’s not even just because of Harry it’s everything. It should have been me, Hermione! Can’t you see!? Fred was George’s other half. He had a shop to run! He had a girlfriend! He made everyone laugh… “ his voice was raising with every word, but he was stumbling over everything he was saying, he couldn’t hold it together anymore. “ I’m just another Weasley in this world and that’s all I’ve ever been. Or Harry’s best friend. Fred was so much more… and now he’s gone… and I can’t keep pretending… pretending that everything will be ok and I can’t be downstairs with that family when it should be him there…” he ended with, tears running down his face as he concluded with “ Just please, leave.”

[HERMIONE GRANGER]

Whatever Hermione was expecting it wasn't the outburst that Ron just had. Sure she knew he was holding everything in not wanting anyone to worry about him but she never would have thought that he would want to have traded places with Fred. And seeing him cry only made her want to comfort him but she knew better he would push her away just like he always does. Couldn't he understand how she felt for him and hearing him say those things made her sad and upset at the same time. True Hermione didn't know what it was like to lose someone but the weasleys are family to her even if not by blood they have been there when she needed someone they have always been there.

Hermione hasn't yet given her parents back their memories she wanted to be completely sure that is was safe before doing so. It hasn't even been a month since the fall of Voldemort there might be some death eaters wanting revenge or another evil brewing anything was possible. But the fact was Hermione knew her parents were safe and would be with them again someday soon hopefully. As for the red head who would even allow her to comfort her is taking everything upon him blaming himself. Why did he have to be so stubborn when it came to things like this he was not alone here there were other grieving and it would be good for him if he grieved with them no matter how much he wants to be strong for everyone.

"Ron ..... I .... " What did one say after something like that. The urge to still comfort him was still strong but she kept still it. Ron has been keeping a lot of emotions hidden and if he ever decided to it all out there was going to be some yelling more maybe more then what was just shown "It's not safe for you to keep everything bottled up inside like that. It will drive you mad" Hermione was keeping her voice calm trying not to let how worried she was about him slip through she did take a step closer to him.

"But if I hear you say that it should have been you instead one more time so help me Ronald Weasley" Maybe she couldn't keep her anger showing but what did he expect for her to be happy for wanting to trade places with Fred. Hermione loved Fred like a brother and really missed him like all the weasleys did "Things happen that we have no control over you have to understand that and your parents would have been in the fight with or without harry but don't you see that so many lives have been saved. I will miss Tonks, Remus, Moody, and especially Fred they fought and died for what they believed in a better future for us. Please don't take that away from them"

Great. Now Hermione was starting to cry the one thing she really didn't want to do but there was no stopping it now "Fred was like a brother to me. Just because we weren't blood related doesn't mean I loved him any less then one. I think it's time you let your family help you. They are all worried about you. You think you're helping, and you are. but the best help will be grieving together" With that hermione walked to Ron placing her hand on his arm then reached up to dry his eyes "Please Ron"

[RONALD WEASLEY]

Death was not an easy task for Ronald to deal with. Sure he had seen it many of times, he saw people he did not know well drop dead because of Voldomort. It just really hit home when it was Fred. He just did not know how to handle it. At first, he was able to handle it to be strong for his family. But then, Ron just had a breaking point and that was when he started drinking and distanced himself away from everyone. That was when everything really hit him and he realized that nothing would be the same again.

Ron shivered at Hermione’s touch. This time he didn’t back up nor did he pull away. He was done trying to fight her off. He was too weak to continue to try and push her away from him. Tears continued to run down his cheeks, as he tried to calm his breathing.

She really still did not understand everything that was going on inside his head. Even though she insisted on so many different objects that he was saying were wrong, he just could not help but to still feel the way he did. He knew that his family would have been just as devastated if he died as well. He knew that Harry would never have forgiven himself if his best friend had died. He knew his mum loved him just as much as she had loved Fred. It was just that Ron was Harry’s best friend and he felt that because he had been on the journey with Harry that it should have been him. Fred has a damn girlfriend for pete’s sake! And he had a twin brother and Ron had neither of those.

Well…

That brought him back to Hermione. He was not sure what was really going on there. They had kissed during the Battle at Hogwarts but he was not sure what that meant. They had not really had the chance to talk about it at all. The tears still strolled down his face as he narrowed his eyes to look at Hermione, and took a small gulp. “ Why… Why did you kiss me that night…?” he questioned her, stumbling over his words, it was a sad attempt to change the subject from death, but the question also had been nagging at the back of his head for a long time now.

He did not know what she would say but he really needed to know. He needed to know if she just did it out of worry that they would die that night, and she might have kissed Harry like that too. Or, if it meant something more. He knew that kiss meant a lot to him but it did not mean it meant a lot to her.

But then he realized maybe he shouldn’t know. He moved away from her and went to sit down at his bed. “ Nevermind, just… just forget I asked…” he paused to sniffle a bit more. He really did hate Hermione seeing him like this. He never wanted someone to see him break down this much before. Sure, Ronald had his horrible moments of jealousy and rage, but never where anybody saw him break down this much before. “Please, just leave…” he let out softly, too exhausted even as Ronald Weasley to continue and yell.