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"Miss Riddle, you have a visitor." One of the aurors guarding her cell announced. She'd been there for four days already, staying in one of the more secure cells next to the other convicted Death Eaters - who hadn't been very welcoming at first. The cell was nothing special, it was dirty, small and had a rusty bed in the corner.
Hermione's eyes shot open, but she didn't move from her position on the ground, sitting cross-legged. She rested her arm on a leg and placed her chin in her hand. "A visitor you say, Jenkins?" A finger tapped her cheek. "I thought I wasn't allowed any, you know with me being such a security risk." She smiled coyly at him.
"This visitor has special privileges." Jenkins replied gruffly.
"Oooh, is it Golden Boy or the Sidekick?"
"Sidekick?" Ron stepped forwards to stand right in front of the bars, past Jenkins who was frowning at Hermione. "Is that really all I am, Hermione?"
"Aw, I thought you would have worked it out by now, Weasel." Hermione frowned mockingly. "I'm sorry, I had to be the one to break it to you, seems like no one else was kind enough - and that's saying something because I'm behind bars for torture and whatnot."
Ron stared at Hermione in disbelief. "What happened to you?"
"Surely you've read the papers? Actually, have you brought one with you?"
"Yes, I've read the papers, but I didn't bring one."
"What have they been saying over the last few days? What have I missed? I hate not knowing."
"They were talking about how you're the daughter of Voldemort..." Ron paused. "Hermione is it true? Are the papers telling the truth? Is Harry?" He asked, almost desperately.
"You know I don't think I've ever seen you so level headed in a moment like this one." Hermione commented.
"IS IT TRUE?" Ron shouted angrily, he'd been successful up until that point at holding in his vicious temper. He banged his fist against the bars, creating quite a racket.
"There's the Weasel I know." Hermione sneered. "And yes, it's all true."
"Even what Witch Weekly wrote about you sending a crate of rubber ducks to Viktor Krum to try and get him to join you?"
"What?! No." Hermione exclaimed. "That's absurd. And why rubber ducks?"
Ron shrugged and they fell into an awkward silence. "I didn't want to believe it when Harry told me. I was sure that he'd got false information. I thought you were one of the good guys." He said quietly.
"I am one of the good guys."
"So what would that make me?"
"You're a good guy too."
"We can't both be good guys! We're on opposite sides!"
"Yes we can! You've got good intentions, Ron, and so have I. You're just playing for the wrong team. We both were." Hermione reasoned.
Ron shook his head. "That's where you're wrong, Hermione. For once you're wrong." He said. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. "I thought you should know that your trial has been scheduled for next Monday." He paused. "I don't think you're going to walk away from it, especially if what you're saying is true. You've just thrown away the rest of your life, and you've left those who care about you with broken hearts."
"Well I'm sorry I broke your heart Won-Won." Hermione tilted her head to the side and smiled mockingly, using it as a defense. She hadn't really taken into account those she actually cared about. It had always been about The Order and the main leading figures, not the friends she had in it.
"I'm not talking about me- I mean I'm included in the list but I was talking about all your friends, my parents, Ginny, Harry and George who really doesn't need to lose anyone else close to him."
Hermione didn't answer immediately. She stared at the floor for a few seconds, biting her lip before she stared Ron in the eyes. "Collateral damage I'm afraid." She said seriously.
Ron's eyes hardened. "I don't think I like Hermione Riddle. Hermione Granger, yes, she was kind and put others first. But Hermione Riddle is a cold hearted bitch." He hissed.
"Deal with it." Hermione spat.
"Well I won't have to for much longer." Ron's jaw clenched before he blinked several times. "Goo- Goodbye Hermione." Ron's voice cracked, he looked at Hermione once more - sitting there on the floor of a cell in Azkaban as if she didn't have a care in the world - before turning around and walking away, scared that if he didn't leave now he may break down.
Hermione's eyes followed the practically fleeing figure. "I pray to Merlin that I don't get another visitor if that's what they're going to be like, or else my heart may thaw." Hermione muttered.
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