Title:
I don't have a title yet. Still working on it
Series: Harry
Potter
Coupling: Ron/Hermione 3
Credits:
Well, obviously, all Harry Potter characters and such belong to J.K.
Rowling.
"Be
careful, Harry! You're gonna get hurt if you keep doing that!"
Ron could hear Hermione yelling from below.They
were in the Quidditch pitch, Ron and Harry practicing above, Hermione
watching and worrying below. It was the end of the year, with finals
coming up, but they were practicing like it was the middle of
Quidditch season.The
wind ruffled Ron's hair as he sped back and forth to stop the quaffle
that Harry was throwing at him. He smiled as he glanced down at
Hermione. She was acting like she was reading the book she had
brought, but he knew that she was watching them. Harry quickly
chanced a glance down at her.
The plan seems to be working, he
thought. She certainly seemed worried, though he couldn't tell whom
she was more worried about; him or Ron.As
they practiced the wind started to pick up, dark clouds looming in
the distance. Soon they couldn't hear Hermione's shrill shouts at
them to stop. The more the wind picked up, the harder it was to
concentrate, but they were going to make the plan work.As
Harry swirved back and forth, trying to confuse Ron, the top of the
box with the bludgers came off with a gust of exceptionally strong
wind. The bludger sped right out of the box and headed straight for
Harry. He didn't have time to react as the bludger hit him square in
the shoulder, knocking him off his broom.They
couldn't hear her, but Hermione was below, her hands over her mouth,
trying to suppress the scream of terror that was trying to escape her
lips.Harry
barely caught himself, one hand gripped tightly around the broom
handle, his other arm limp at his side. He couldn't feel his lower
arm anymore, and a funny tingling sensation was going through his
upper arm. He slowly lowered himself to the ground.Hermione
was in hysterics, tears streaming down her face, blubbering something
about being so scared that Harry would be hurt."We
have to get you to the hospital wing, Harry," Hermione blurted
out. "Look at your shoulder. It looks terrible. I was so afraid
that you would get hurt." She lead him towards the Harry,
holding his hand.Harry
glanced back at Ron, who was staring at him with a blank expression,
still on his broom. Staring at her, holding his hand. Harry tried an
apologetic smile, but Ron wasn't looking at him anymore. He was
staring at the box the bludger had come out of.
Why hadn't it been
strapped in there, like its supposed to be? Ron wondered.He
lowered himself to the ground and started back to the castle. His
broom dragging on the ground behind him as it started to rain, his
heart sinking with every step he took.Chapter
One. End.