What was Ron dreaming of when he was in the hospital wing after being poisoned in 'The Half-Blood Prince'? Please REVIEW!!!!!!!

Ron Dreams Hermione

Ron didn't know what just happened. At first, his confusion was cleared by Slugghorn and Harry when they told him that he had accidentally taken a love potion. But after he took a sip of some wine, everything went black.

All he could think of was that he was absolutely dying. He could hear Harry scream his name over and over in the distance.

"Ron! RON! Stay awake! RON!!!"

He wanted to call back, but his throat felt as if something was being shoved down it. Ron shut his bright blue eyes, fading into a sleep…

Suddenly, a voice called from far away.

"Ron…Ron…" The voice belonged to only person Ron wanted to see most, the person that was the smartest in his grade at Hogwarts, and the girl he grew to adore.

"Hermione." Croaked Ron. His eyes fluttered open to see mist everywhere. But right above him was a dull-lit moon, shinning silver across Ron's aching lying down body. Ron struggled to rise from his position, only to manage to lean slightly forward on his right elbow. His sight was blurry, and in attempt for help, Ron called out, only for it to be echoed back.

After a good minute of sitting there in great fear and pain, someone nearby called to him.

"Ron!" It was hermione's voice again.

Struggling to sit upright, Ron widen his eyes to see Hermione Granger glide out of the fog and walked slowly yet gracefully towards him. She looked like she was during the time before Ron went out with his current girlfriend, Lavender Brown. She was smiling with her pearly white teeth that were outlined by her filled pure lips that Ron has been glancing at during the past few months. Her figure was shaped, in a way that he loved so much on a woman.

Hermione wore her Griffindor skirt and white button shirt, the time turner she wore in their third year around her smooth neck. Her wavy brown hair swayed in the light breeze as she walked closer, her warm brown eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

"Ron…What happened?" She yelled when she was about ten feet from Ron. She ran the rest of the way to him and jumped down beside him to help support his head.

Ron couldn't help but smile at her touch. At least Hermione was here, and because of that, he felt no longer afraid.

"Hermione, I feel bloody horrible. I don't think I can move." Ron whispered, unable to speak up with his sore throat. Hermione shed a tear from her left eye, and Ron wished he could lift his arms to wipe it away.

"Ron, I don't know what to do! We're in the middle of nowhere! I want to find help, but I won't-- leave you." She mumbled the last words so low Ron almost missed them.

"What? You would stay here? With—me?" whispered Ron. He could feel his heart pound quicker.

"Ron, only death will take me from you." Said Hermione with more tears streaming down her face. Ron, with as much effort as he could give, tried to lift his arm to comfort her. Without success, Ron moaned from the pain in his arm after he gave up lifting it.

"What's wrong?" asked Hermione, worriedly.

"Can't--" Whispered Ron faintly.

"What?" asked Hermione anxiously, leaning a bit closer.

"Comfort--"

Hermione leaned so close, her face was only half an inch from Ron's. Tilting her head so her ear was against Ron's lip, she whispered again,

"What?"

"—You." Sighed Ron. Ever so slowly, Hermione turned her head to face Ron, their gaze locked; her eyes like hot chocolate to him and his a deep blue sky to her.

After a moment of silence, Ron, using all his strength, lift his head just a tiny bit higher to reach her soft beautiful lips.

However, when he should have Hermione's lips, Ron felt nothing but air. In sudden weakness, Ron felt himself fade into a deeper pool of what he assumed was death.

Hermione, I have always loved you…

What do you think? Don't worry; more dreams of Hermione are coming way before Ron wakes. I'll update soon!