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It was late. He wasn't sure how late, but the eerie silence of the deserted corridors told him that even the poltergeists had retired for the night. He crept down the dark passage slowly, with one goal on his mind. He had never felt these feelings before. He was not entirely sure why he was doing this, but as he lay, wide awake in his comfortable four-poster bed, he knew he had to go. He had to see her.
Thoughts had plagued his mind, images of her body, still as a statue, inundated his dreams. It was not safe to be walking at this time, he knew that all too well, but he had to see her. Make sure she was still there. That she had not been taken.
He had almost reached the hospital wing now. He could see the large, oak doors directly ahead of him now. He cursed under his breath at whoever had done this to her. He would make sure that they suffered when he found out who it was. They had caused so many people so much pain; caused him so much pain. He reached the doors, towering above him like skyscrapers, and gently laid a cautious hand upon them. After checking that Mrs. Norris was no where to be seen, he lightly pushed the door. The red head winced as the doors gave a harsh creek in the dead of the night, but continued through into the ward.
Ron's stomach gave a lurch as he saw the bodies upon their beds. Still as the dead, unknowing to what was happening around them. Peaceful in a way. Nearly Headless Nick... Collin Creevey... He passed them one by one until he reached his destination. Hermione Granger.
"Hermione..." Ron muttered under his breath as he reached out and gingerly touched her frozen hand. It felt cold and harsh against his skin. He imagined in her normal state it would have been warm and gentle. "Why did it have to be you? ... Why you..." Ron could feel tears welling in his eyes. Reaching up to wipe them away, he stared at them as the fell to his fingers, in awe, as though he had never seen such a thing before.
Why am I crying? He thought to himself. It was very unlike him, especially over such a know-it-all. But this was his know-it-all. And she was lying in front of him, petrified. He reached out and stroked a loose hair out of her face, still showing her last emotion, fear.
Suppressing an urge to punch the wall nearest him, Ron thought Whoever did this to you, 'Mione, I'm going to personally make sure they pay for it.
A cold breeze rushed through the ward, bringing the red head back to reality, away from the malicious thought he was thinking of what he was going to do when he found out who had petrified the bushy haired girl in front of him. From fear of being caught, or worse, he took one more glance at Hermione's stiff form, before turning back to the oak doors.
A/N: Thankyou to all who read this. Just a short one, shortest I have ever written. I got bored at Uni I hope you enjoyed it, please R&R, and please R&R my other stories:D