The Next Morning

When Hermione woke up she felt very groggy, when she turn over she expiated Ron to be there but he wasn't. She pulled one of Ron's jumpers on and wondered down the stairs. She had to stop half way as she felt a little light headed and nauseous, once the feeling had passed she continued, or though that feeling had gone she had a strange craving for marshmallows and coffee. As she walked towards the kettle she felt nauseous again, she thought she would just continue making coffee and the feeling would just go again, unfortunately for her as she opened the coffee jar, the smell hit her like a ton of bricks and she began to gag, she knew she would not make it to the toilet, so she vomited in the sink. When she had finished she grabbed a chair from under the table and sat down as the room was still spinning around. As she sat there all she could think about was the fight she and Ron had the night before. She started to panic herself, by thinking he had left her, she started calculating the fight and the last thing she said ,all the thoughts reeling around in her head started making her feel more dizzier then ever, before she was about to faint she saw a note on the bookshelf under the rose.

She practically ran toward it, before she pick up the rose she smelt it, the smell reminded her of Ron and apple flavored sweets. She placed the rose on the coffee table beside the raging old armchair in the corner she stood by it reading Ron's note it read:

To my beautiful wife

I love you so much, you mean the world to me… you are my world.

I am sorry about last night and don't you dare go beating yourself up about whether I have left you or not, I could never leave you my love. I understand we have not spent as much time together as we normally do, as I have work and you have work. But I promise once we have more money we can go on holiday, any place you like.

I will see you after work, today I finish at 12:00 we could go out for lunch.

Just know I love you and always will

Your Ronald xxx

A smile grew on Hermione's face until it was almost ear to ear. She held the note close to her heart and closed her eyes as she sank in to deep thought about Ron.

Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her stomach like a thousand knives being stabbed in to her. She let out a scream as the pain became unbearable, she crippled over in agony, she let out a cry for Ron and sent out her patrous and then felt herself hit the hard wooden flood. She could tell she must have hit her head on the way down as she could feel a warm liquid on her arm that was under her head. She lay there trying to fight the tiredness coming over her. Just before closing her eyes she whispered "Ron Weasley" and then let the peacefulness take over.

Ron was busy holding a ladder up for George as he climbed to the highest selves in the shop, when Hermione's patrous of an otter swam passed his face and went around him in circles, as the otter started to swim out the window back to Hermione, Ron heard Hermione scream and cry out his name. With no warning Ron let go of the ladder sending George crashing to the floor, luckily George did the aresto momentum spell just before he hit the ground.

When Ron turned up at the house, he was pile white with the fear of what had happen to Hermione.

"Hermione….Hermione, honey…..Hermione…..Where are you?" Ron yelled in panic as he ran down the stairs.

"Ron" Hermione called weakly lifting head and then flopping back down on the floor again.

"Hermione!" Ron squawked as he saw her on the floor. "Hermione, honey….Hermione, darling….wake up please Hermione….wake up"

Ron was now cradling her in his arms, kissing her on the forehead and tears where running down his face, his hands and shirt was now covered in blood. He didn't want to move her just in case he did more harm than good, but he knew he had to get her to St. Mungos'.

As he picked her up, she moved in to his chest, making a little groaning noise, which he found kind of cute. He smiled down at her as she so staring up at him. Just before he stepped in to the fireplace Hermione whisper weakly "I love you, Ronald Bilius Weasley" before her head dropped back towards his chest and once again she let the peacefulness take over.

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