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Chapter two!
-Huff
If someone had told Hermione Granger in second year that she would end up marrying Ronald Weasley, she would have been confused.
Because really, how would that ever happen? They were friends. That's it. Ron still teased her sometimes and occasionally got on her nerves (okay, so maybe more than occasionally). How could that evolve to marriage?
But she would be the first to admit that they were on better terms than last year. She liked to believe that they were good friends (Harry and Ron were her only true friends, really). She even knew that Ron had visited her in the hospital wing before Madame Pomfrey told her. She couldn't explain it, but she knew that Harry and Ron were there.
She assumed it must have been because she was witch. She could feel their presence. She couldn't see them, as her gaze was fixed straight at the ceiling and was a little fuzzy from staring at the same crack for days at a time, but she knew they were there.
Of course, this didn't satisfy her, just feeling. She wanted hard evidence. She'd combed book after book, but none had mentioned any Petrification victims being able to sense their surroundings, so just feeling would have to work.
She felt so much better when they were there. She didn't feel as lonely when they sat next to her, talking. Her hearing was also a little fuzzy, so everything sounded like a garbled mess. But their voices got all excited and she swore she felt someone touching the hand clutched around the page they so desperately needed.
But she also swore that she could feel someone touching her other hand. It was a softer, more comforting brush and that one little contact relaxed her (well, as much as one could relax when Petrified). It wasn't Harry, because she knew he was the one to discover the paper ball in her hand. So it must have been Ron who'd grabbed her hand.
If a Petrification victim could have blushed, she would have.