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-Huff


If someone told Ronald Weasley in second year that he would end up marrying Hermione Granger, he would have laughed uncontrollably.

He and Hermione were defiantly on better terms this year then last, but how would he end up marring her?

It was just a stupid thought that's all! But when she got petrified by that bloody Basilisk? It did have a drastic effect on him. He was scared, sad and confused. Scared because he was unsure about what would happen to her. He had only just got her as a friend, and he didn't want that taken away from him!

He loved her. As a friend of course, though he would never admit this. He was scared he would never get to hear her answer a question again, to be that bossy know it all that he had grown to care for. He would be sad because… well… she was petrified. And he was bloody confused, why was he having these feelings?

Yeah he loved her – As a friend, but should he care this much? He didn't think he should so he did the only thing he could think of. He pushed these feelings to the pit of his stomach. He couldn't torment her because she wasn't in any fit state for that. When Harry had found that piece of paper in Hermione's hand he had new hope.

He needed to end this stupid Basilisk life. The Basilisk that had made him more confused about his feelings then ever. He had grasped Hermione's hand and it was strangely warm. Should petrified victims still be warm? But he griped it harder. Before Harry and he had left the Hospital Wing he had whispered something in Hermione's ear:

"Don't worry, it'll be alright."