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Fred and George, along with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, had all been over already to see Ron.

Madam Pomfrey was now kicking the remaining visitors out of the room. Harry,

Hermione, and Ginny, made their way up to the Gryffindor common room, but Hermione

didn't stay there long.

"Guys," she said. "I'll see you later. I've got something I need to do."

"I'll come with you," Ginny offered.

"No, no. Don't worry about it. I've got to do this myself," Hermione replied, turning to

leave.

"Where's she going?" Ginny asked harry.

"To see your brother," he said knowingly.

Sure enough, five minutes later, Hermione was back in the hospital wing.

"Visiting hours are over," Madam Pomfrey called out.

"Please let me stay for awhile," Hermione pleaded. "I promise I won't disturb you or

anyone else."

The nurse's expression softened a bit. "You may stay Miss Granger."

"Thank You."

Hermione sat herself back down on the chair she had previously occupied.

"It's me again," she whispered to Ron.

"Now that I'm pretty sure you'll be okay, I'm kind of glad you're not awake. I've got so

many things I need to say to you. things I'm not brave enough, or stupid enough to say

when you're awake... It's been months now, Ron. I can't keep everything bottled up inside

anymore, so here it is. I've hated you these past months, but it's because I'm pretty sure I'm

crazy about you. I really don't know what you've wanted from me all this time. From

fourth year, you've been sending me mixed signals. You'd flip out if I so much as

mentioned Viktor's name. And this summer, I thought things were going well between us.

You never admitted anything, but we both know that there was something there. Then I

ask to Slughorn's party, and you say yes. Then I find you and Lavender sucking each

other's faces off... What do you want from me? I don't know what you want me to do.

There's so many reasons to believe that you don't care about me, but deep down, I know

you do, because I feel the same way about you. The real question is: Do you want to be

with me? Or is it a case of you not wanting me, but not wanting anyone else to have me,

either?... Do you even really know what you want?" Hermione asked, laughing sadly.

She looked up at the ceiling and frowned.

"This is kind of a miserable place. Let's hope you don't have to stay here very long." she

said, a few tears rolling down her face. "You could have died on me," she sighed. "Don't

ever do anything like that again," she said, kissing his forehead softly. "I'm going to give

you some time to get your act together, and figure out what you want. Please don't take

too long, because I don't know how long I can wait for you. I don't know how much more

of you and Lavender I can take."

Hermione got up and grabbed a blanket. She brought it over to the chair and wrapped it

around herself.

"I know that Pomfrey said you'd probably be fine, but I'm still a bit worried about you. I'm

staying here tonight," Hermione whispered. "Do me a favour, would you? Wake up

soon," she said, touching his hand. "I'm going to attempt to get some sleep now.

Goodnight, Ron."