Sometimes You Wish Me Dead

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Chapter 1:

"It's not even about this, is it?"

"Excuse me? Of course it's about that!"

"No, it's not, for Merlin's Sake... this is..." Ron pondered for words. He never seemed to be able to find any when he and Hermione fought. "It's about Vicky, isn't it?"

Genuine confusion emerged on Hermione's face. "What?"

"Have you got another letter then? Is that it? Can't stand being away from your lover? Bloody Hell, Hermione, control yourself!"

Hermione let out a small noise of dissent, and shook her head slightly. "What letter? And would you stop making such rubbish up, Ronald?"

"Don't even lie to me; you've got the wrong end of this, anyway!"

"I've got the what?"

"This is – this is –"

"You don't know Ron, when do you ever?" Hermione said spitefully.

"That's it! This is about my grades!" Ron shouted; though Hermione was merely metres away form him. Other gryffindors in the Common Room took this as a sign to leave.

"Oh, Ronald!" Hermione scolded and started to gather her items together.

"It is, isn't it? Just admit it, you think I'm stupid!"

"Oh, for Merlin's Sake, be quiet!"

"See, you're undermining me again, Hermione!"

"Oh, this is so stupid," breathed Hermione under her breath.

"See? Stupid!"

Hermione, already rather red, snapped "Well, perhaps if you spent as much energy into your essays and homework as you do quidditch, you wouldn't think that I think that –"

"So you do, eh? This is about the match tomorrow? You're just lording over us, eh? Well, guess what?"

"No Ron, no guesses from me. Just shut up and leave me alone!" Hermione yelled and stomped up the girls' staircases, furiously hiding her tears.

Ron sat down on a comfy chair, clenching his fists. He slowly shut his eyes and rested his head in his hands.

Why him?

The quidditch match the next day was in full swing by the first ten minutes, Ginny having scored three goals to try and catch up with Ravenclaw's five.

Hermione huddled further into her scarf, keeping her eye nervously on Ron, like she always did. Why did she have that fight with him? It was over something stupid, she reminisced; probably some overworked elf. She shut her eyes tighter as the quaffle flew towards Ron again... her mouth was in a small "o" shape, like it has been for the past dozen or so minutes. He saved the goal. She would apologize to him; she told herself that there would be time; perhaps at the victory party or something... though she had to admit the way that the game was going, there wouldn't be much of a celebration...

Ron tensely scouted the pitch for chasers with quaffles, pausing only to raise his hand in triumph when Gryffindor scored yet again. When he was fairly certain that no chasers were coming, he scanned the seats for Hermione, finally finding her due to her vast amount of frizzy hair. She looked positively petrified... even from many feet in the air. Ron smiled sadly. He really did hate fighting with her. His heart fluttered over and missed a few beats. He raised one hand from his broom to run through his locks of hair, as he usually did when he was so nervous...

Hermione gasped so loudly people a metre around her looked around in confusion. What is he doing? Is he trying to get himself killed? She watched tentatively as she saw chasers racing down the pitch, towards Ron's end. Do something, she willed, for he wasn't moving, he just shook his head slowly, whereas the chasers were speeding down the pitch; he glanced briefly in Hermione's direction, making her heart do somersaults and touched his head again tentatively – what on earth was he doing? – Hermione thought; he rocked back and forth, and raised his hand to his head again and he went dizzy – blood, blood everywhere – what the bloody hell is happening? – His eyes rolled up the heavens and...

...His fall was almost graceful, and lasted a million years for Hermione, and several things all happened at once; Ravenclaw scored, unaware; tears burst from Hermione's eyes as she let out a scream so high, so purely terrifying, it seemed to stop time alone – several others screamed with her, looking terrified at the still figure on the pitch, and the Gryffindor team raced over to Ron's falling form as Hermione fought her way to the front of the stadium audience.

'No,' she said quietly, as the teachers rushed to Ron's still body, sprawled out on the floor, 'No,' she sobbed as Harry and Ginny landed by Ron, her face mutilated with anguish, as she made out their deathly pale faces, much like her paper white one she was wearing. 'No,' she cried, not daring to take her eyes off of the stony form of Ron, yet willing it all to go away – what was happening? What had happened to her Ron? And what would happen next?

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