Disclaimer: I wouldn't dare tarnish JKR's canon with this sort of garbage. Unless challenged, of course.
Notes: Badfic on purpose for multifandom1000's parody challenge and also for Meemo. No responsibility taken for the desire to spork out eyes.
Ron awoke in a hospital bed. He looked around at him, confused about his situation. He vaguely heard "He's waking up!" and "He opened his eyes!", but Ron didn't register them until he saw a pair of green eyes floating above his own. All of a sudden, the memories rushed back, and he remembered everything. While Hermione battled with three Death Eaters, Bellatrix Lestrange cast a spell at her open back. Ron had pushed Hermione out of the spell's path and was hit himself.
"Ron, can you hear me?" he heard Harry ask, and Ron croaked, "Harry?" A moment later, Hermione appeared across from Harry and hugged him, crying happily.
"Ron, you are awake!" I was so worried about you. To think that you did all of this for me!" Ron blinked at Hermione's words and looked at Harry, who shrugged.
After several minutes, Hermione was pried off Ron by a pair of hands several, and a few moments later, Molly was hugging Ron tightly as well. "Ron, don't you ever scare us like that again!" she scolded, sniffling. When she finally let go of Ron after another several minutes, Ginny leaned down and hugged him as well, telling Ron that she was glad he was awake. Molly then dragged Ginny out with her to do an errand of some sort that Ron couldn't quite hear, and Harry followed, saying that he had plans.
Hermione had stopped crying by then, and sniffling, she said, "I didn't know you cared so much, Ron. I never got to thank you, so...thank you for saving me. I hope you get better soon."
As she turned to leave, Ron said, "Wait!", the words having finally processed in his head. Hermione turned back to him, and Ron said, "What do you mean you didn't know I cared so much? I've always cared about you this much! I love you!"
Hermione stood dumbfounded, and Ron began to think that he shouldn't have been so rash. Finally, Hermione said, "Oh...um, is that why you gave me perfume in Fifth Year?"
"Yeah," Ron answered. "I thought that you would have liked it."
"I did!" protested Hermione. "It's just that I didn't think you gave it to me for that reason. I mean, how could I after what happened before the Yule Ball?"
"Oh, Hermione, I..." Ron began, but Hermione cut him off.
"No, it's okay, Ron, you don't have to explain. I love you, too."
"Oh...um...will you go out with me, then?"
"Of course!" Hermione squealed, and she flung her arms around him again. She stayed for the rest of the night.