Crunching metal, burning fabric and something warm trickling down her head. That was all Hermione noticed before she passed out.
Sirens were screeching and a man who had pulled himself from the wreck of the car was fighting Healers to try and get to the woman still trapped inside.
"It's okay. We're going to try and cut her free now. Please stay out of the way sir."
The man puffed up his chest. "Don't you realise who I am? I'm Ron Weasley, and that, is Hermione Granger! Recognise our names do you? You should ... if it wasn't for us and Harry Potter, none of you lot would even be standing here right now." He dissolved again into sobs, refusing to be led away from the wreckage. "No, I need to be near her. Look I don't care about my injuries just make sure she's okay."
Ron made his way over to the car, ignoring every person who tried to stop him and knelt down to clutch Hermione's hand. He couldn't lose another girlfriend. He just couldn't. Squeezing Hermione's hand tightly he whispered, "It's all going to be okay baby. I love you. You need to do this for me Romilda, just do this for me. Don't give up."
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