Hi all, this is quidditchgirl13! I know I have not updated in ages, sorry. I am not very happy from some of the reviews I have gotten for certain stories... Please please please leave a review when you're done with any of my stories, heck, anyone's stories! They really help the author! Okay, on with the story! Enjoy:-)
Disclaimer: Today I had gotten a call: "Quidditchgirl13, I am happy to say that you now own the Harry Potter Franchise, so congratulations!"
While I wish this call were true, it's not so here goes.
I DO NOT OWN THE WORLD OF HARRY POTTER! JK ROWLING DOES!
Okay, really now, on with the story.
The Hospital Wing
What really happened in those moments when Hermione was alone with Ron at the Hospital Wing after the poisoning? Read to find out…(HBP spoilers, so read at your own risk)
Hermione Granger
'Wow, this is such a great book!' I thought as I read 1001 Magical Remedies in the Library. Since it was free time, I had decided to do some leisure reading, since I had finished all my homework. Harry and Ron would of laughed at my choice of 'leisure' reading.
Ron. My blood boiled at his name, and I mentally slapped myself for thinking of him. Idiot. After I was sure that he liked me back, he had run off with Lavender Brown. I had even invited him to go to Slughorn's stupid party with me. But no, he had to run off with Lav-Lav. Ugh, I despise her. She's more of Ron's snogging partner than girlfriend. Every time I saw those two kissing, I felt utterly disgusted.
I could have been in Lavender's place.
What made Ron ignore me after some night when he came back from Quidditch? I don't know.
My thoughts were broken when Demelza Robbins walked in with a grave expression on her face.
"Hermione! Ron has been poisoned! Professor Dumbledore told me to tell you that he's in the Hospital Wing right now."
I froze. Ron had almost been killed? I can't believe it!
I rushed up to the Hospital Wing, unsure of what I'd find there…
Oh gosh. It's worse than I thought! Who in hell (mind the bad language) would poison poor Ron? Also, I have to kill Romilda Vane for spiking up those Chocolate Cauldrons.
I had just been told the news, and was currently standing at the doors of the Hospital Wing with Ginny and Harry, who are discussing the poisoning.
I am just worried about Ron, very worried…
"You three may come inside now," Madame Pomfrey said, as she opened the doors around 8. "Mr.Weasley is alive and safe. But right now, he's sleeping.
We had followed Madame Pomfrey in. Ron was soundly sleeping. He looks adorable when he's sleeping.
I still haven't gotten over him.
I had been frightened that he had been killed. I would have never told him that I loved him if that would of happened. I actually thanked the Half-Blood Prince for putting mention of the Bezoar in his book, for if it weren't there, Ron would not be living. Luckily, there had been a Bezoar in the room. I shuddered at the thought that if there hadn't been one in the room, Ron would be dead.
I had promised myself that when Ron awakes, I would tell him that I love him.
I held back tears...
Okay, I admit this wasn't a great chapter, and it had little action. But it was necessary for the chapters to come as thisis NOT A ONESHOT!Thanks for reading, and PLEASE REVIEW!
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-quidditchgirl13