Tending to Him

Chapter 2: See you tomorrow

"Hermione?"

She walked into my bedroom. Harry was already downstairs, which made Ginny stay upstairs, and I was in my bed, looking up at her hopefully.

"I need to tell you something," I told her. I couldn't believe I was about to do this: tell her that I couldn't go a day without looking at her with desperate, longing eyes. She scrunched her eyebrows together and walked over to my bedside and sat down on it.

"Yes?" she wondered.

Hermione's Point of View

Was he about to say what I thought he was going to say? What I was going to try to tell him as best as I could? Or was it just the opposite. Oh no, had it already gotten to his head that I'm not for him?

Oh, please, Merlin, don't let that be the case.

"Er… Can you get a wash cloth over there?" he asked. I tried not to show any emotion. I felt compromised: I was glad he didn't agree that we should be apart, but I was also sad that he didn't say that we should get back together.

WHY WAS I SO STUPID? HOW COULD I LET SOMETHING AS GOOD AS RON GO?

"Oh, never mind-" he disagreed and began to get up; I could tell he thought he was being too pushy at this request.

"No, it's fine, I'll get it," I defended and got up, saving him a trip to the restroom. I heard him sigh and slump back down in his bed. I then rinsed the washcloth under lukewarm water for a few moments, and then I walked back into his room.

"Thanks-" he began and started to reach for the cloth, but I cut him off again.

"Let me," I insisted and pulled the covers down from his torso. Hopefully, this would give him some kind of hint.

Ron's Point of View

Um…what was she doing?

Okay, Ron, calm down. Oh, stop that red from coming on your face! Control yourself!

She pressed the cloth with a surprisingly comfortable temperate down on my cut, and held it there. I looked up at her, trying my best not to do or say something stupid.

"That feels good," I spit out, but immediately regretted it. The way I heard it, it sounded stupid. But when I looked back up at her after I had turned my head away, she was giggling. This made me feel embarrassed, so my face just heated some more.

"Well good," she said, finally saying something. I began to think about what Harry had said to me last night: You need to tell her how you feel before it really sinks into her head that she doesn't want you anymore.

So, I commenced a plan in my head to make her like me again, because just a few minutes ago when I was about to tell her, it didn't work at all. I need her to see that I need her…and that she needs me…and that I will never be able to stop fancying her. But, it seems as though she had something in mind, first.

"Ron," she began as I shivered when she said this, "maybe I should take care of you."

Take care of me? What's she talking about?

"I mean, you're cut is getting worse day by day," she continued, "and it's already limiting you to a lot of things. Besides, it's huge! You know what, I'm not even going to ask for your permission. From now on, I'm at your aid."

I looked up at her and perched up on my elbow, and as a result, I exhaled strongly (partly faking it, might I add).

"See, this is why," she said and adjusted herself on my bed again, lowering me back down on my pillow. "You can't even sit up."

"Well, how are you going to aid me if there's nothing to aid me with?" I wondered, partially hating myself for bringing up something that could stop her from being by my side all day.

"Don't be silly, Ron," she replied. "Of course I have things to aid you with…for now, at least."

I should've known. Hermione always has something. She went into her beaded purse and took out a small bottle. I couldn't tell what it was, which made me a little worried.

"This might sting a bit," she warned.

…I'm not good with stinging.

I didn't argue, though. It couldn't hurt as much as the injury was hurting now. She placed the liquid on a little Q-tip and began to rub it on my long cut. I bit my lower lip and scrunched my eyes closed tight, but after a few seconds, I opened them back up; the pain was beginning to vanish. I looked up at Hermione, astonished.

"Helps, doesn't it?" she said in her "I told you so" voice. A nod was my response. I was perched up on my elbows again.

"I don't have much, but maybe I should go get some more tomorrow," she said, thinking out loud. She looked back at me and raised her eyebrows seeing that my expression had not changed. She giggled again.

"Thank you," I murmured, finally saying something.

"You're welcome," she whispered back and smiled faintly.

This is a moment where I'd want to snog her, and right now, I was tempted to do so. But, seeing as though us two were in a sort of conflicted position, I did no such thing.

Although, when she cleared her throat and backed away, I didn't realize how close we had come.

Hermione's Point of View

…Why did I do that? We could've made up and put all of this confusion behind us! Maybe I was just afraid that if I didn't stop it, he would've.

He smiled goofily when we both leaned away from each other, and this made the pink appear on my face again.

"Do you need anymore help?" I asked him, getting my mind off of what could've just happened.

"Not that I know of…" he answered and rested back down on his pillow off of his elbows.

"Well, I'll be downstairs," I told him and got up from his bed.

"I think I'm going to go back to sleep for a while," he said and tried to pull the covers over his shoulders. I assisted him with this and laughed.

"Okay," I giggled and sarcastically added, "see you tomorrow."

A/N: A fairly shorter chapter than the last… Anyways, you like? Hope so! Things are a bit weird now between the two, and Hermione will go deeper into detail why she broke it off between them shortly…maybe even the next chapter! But don't get your hopes up (:D). Next chapter coming soon!