Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Hogwarts, A flying broomstick (but i sure wish I did!) or lung cancer. The things I do own have nothing to do with this story, so I have made my point! Please go on... :-)
Another A/N- This is entirely fictional, so I don't want any flames or anything about the cancer ordeal. I myself so not want anyone in Hogwarts to get cancer. This is just something to show you about the dangers of smoking. And stuff. Yeah. OK..... read on...
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Hermione stepped out of the transfiguration classroom on a beautiful fall day, holding yet another A+ in her hand. Ron and Harry were walking beside her. She tossed her long, sleek brown hair back. A new product came out letting her hair be sleek and shiny for a month at a time. Ron was commenting on her hair a lot, making her blush uncontrollably. It was a good day for her.
Suddenly, Hermione burst into a furious cough. She coughed harder than she ever had coughed before. She even coughed up blood! It wasn't that much, but Ron and Harry were still concerned.
"I think your're coming down with something, Hermione," Said Ron, "let's take you to the hospital wing. How long have you had the cough?"
"Oh, only a month or so. It hasn't gotten better, no matter how many coughless potions I take," she replied. Then she yawned, and nearly dropped her books from being so exhausted, "All i need is a nap."
"Ok..." said Harry, questionably. "Luckily this is our last class."
They went up to the Gryffindor tower. They had to stop twice because Hermione threw a coughing fit so hard, she couldn't move. When they got there, Hermione went to bed. The boys didn't see her until breakfast on Saturday.
"Where were you, sleeping? Still?" asked Ron.
"Yeah..." yawned Hermione, and her face nearly hit the porridge. Hary moved it just in time.
When she hit the table, she woke up with a start. "I'm not that hungry anway," she said, yawning again. She then had another coughing fit. Wheezing, she got up from the table.
"Are you sure you are alright, Hermione?" Ron asked again.
"I'm fine... fine..." she said softly. She held her chest as if there was a pain in her heart. She shook her head and said, "Perfect. Just a little chest pain, no more,"
"Hermione, why is your face all swollen? And your neck?" Harry said, very concerned now.
"Probably when I hit the table, or something. It's ok, I'll just have another nap," said Hermione, and walked off to the Gryffindor common room.
"Something is terribly wrong. She just slept over 12 hours!!" said Ron, feeling very concerned.
"We'll talk to her about it later. She acts like nothing is wrong...." replied Harry, grabbing another pancake.
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Ron and Harry were still in the common room, playing exploding snaps, when Lavender ran into the room, shrieking.
"Ooooooh, Ron, Harry! Hermior one's real sick!! She is coughing and crying and she can't breathe real well! She's calling for you two! I think it's pneumonia..." Lavender cried; she was near tears.
"But we're not allowed into the girls dorma-" started Harry, but Ron went up, running as hard as he could.
When they got to the door, they heard Hermione was coughing very, very hard. She was wheezing, as well.
"This has happened every night," whispered Lavender, "but it only seemed like the flu. But now, she's, oh i dunno, diseased or something! We've tried all of the coughless potions and stuff, but it doesn't work!!"
"Take her to the hospital wing." said Harry.
"But she can't walk!" Cried Lavender.
Ron and Harry walked in and saw Hermione. She was wrapped in many thick blankets, but she was shivering.
"Ron? Ron! Help me!!" she cried. Hermione used all of her strength to say this, but it only came out as a whisper. Ron picked her up and ran down the stairs. He kicked through the fat lady's portrait and ran down the corridors, with Hermione in his arms. His eyes were intense, scared. He prayed for Hermione's health. If she wasn't cured soon by madam promfrey, she could die! He wouldn't let that happen. NEVER! He turned a corner and saw the hospital wing at the end of the corridor. (A/N-I'm listening to Lady Marmalade right now; it really gives effect!! lol.)
When he got to the Hospital wing, he put Hermione on a bed, shouted for Madame Pomfrey's help, and collapsed in a chair. He fell asleep almost instantly.
When Ron woke up, it was still dark. He listened in the silence, and heard voices in the distance. One was Harry's and another was Madame Pomfrey. Dumbledore was there, too. He went over to the voices. Madame Pomfrey was crying, and even Harry was teary-eyed.
Oh, no. Does this mean.... Hermione... died? Ron thought. Was I too late? I have to find out!!
"Oh, Ron. I'm so glad you are here. There is something important to tell you." said Dumbledore.
"What? Did Hermione die? Was I too late????" Ron's voice intensified every minute.
"No, she's still alive. For now." said Dumbledore.
"For now? FOR NOW???? What does that mean?" asked Ron.
"Well, Hermione has a disease that no magic can cure," replied Madame Pomfrey.
"What, pneumonia? I learned how to cure that last year, it the 6th year!" shouted Ron, feeling more desperate for an answer.
"Well, she does have pneumonia. It seems that she has had pneumonia and bronchitis 5 times this year. This was the worst. But that is the least of our worries..." whispered Madame Pomfrey. She was shaking now.
"What?? what is it? Worse than pneumonia...? What can be worse than that?" Ron questioned.
"Large cell carcinoma," she said.
"That is...?" asked Ron. His throat was clogged up, he couldn't breathe from fear.
"That is...." Madame Pomfrey also couldn't talk very well. She spoke in barley a whisper. "that is... lung cancer."
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A/N- So, how was it? Is it ok? please read and review cuz i dunno if it's ok or not. :-|