Author's Note:
Hey guys. This is my third chapter on my first fanfic. I hope y'all like it. What do you think Ron will do to try and make Hermione better. Im not even sure if I am uploading this quite right. Ron's POV. I will appreciate reviews very much.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns everything. Even Ron. (sniff sniff)
He kept telling himself she was going to be okay, that it was just a cold, but he had a nag in the back of his mind telling him that is was way more serious. He started up a quiet conversation with Harry to keep his mind off her. He just kept dabbing at her face. Dabbing, dabbing, dab...dab...dab...
The sun was coming up as Harry shook Ron awake. Ron found himself lying on the ground beside Hermione's bunk. He could still hear her congested breathing, and occasional snore from her stuffy nose. He took his glove off and felt her forehead, her bit of exposed chest, (A/N no he did not disrespect her, there was no cleavage) and reached up her sleeve to her forearm. Good, she's cooler than she was before. Ron thought thankfully. "Harry, she feels a lot better already, but I think I might have to get her to hack something up later. Don't give me that face Harry! You'd have to too if you were in her position, just listen to her." "True, just don't do it around me." And with that Harry gave a shudder. "Fine,you can go to a different part of the tent." Ron smartly retorted. He walked over to their stash of Kind bars, water bottles, and tea bags. Genius, that woman is. He tosses Harry a bar and a water bottle, got himself some, and got a water bottle and bar for Hermione. He set her bar down by her bedside, but poured the water into the tea kettle. Once the water was heated up he made her special tea. Kneeling down by her bed, tea in one hand, he started stroking her arm and face gently with the other. With a bit of coaxing, her eyes finally fluttered open. "Hey sleepy-head. Feeling any better Mione?" He asked sweetly, gently rubbing her back and helping her sit up. That's whatever mum did when I had pneumonia, said it loosens it up a bit. "A bid. My troad does nod hurd as much, bud I am a bid sore. Goodnedd, my neck hurds." He felt the sides of her necks. "Ow." She complained as she tried in vain to back away from him. Swollen lymph nodes. Sore body. Definitely fighting an infection. "Come'on. Drink up. Then eat this. Then it is back to bed rest with you." "Bud I feel bedder. Can'd I jud read?" "Sure you can." Ron smiled warmly as he handed her one of her favorite books: Pride and Prejudice. "Tank A-HaYodu!" Luckily Ron handed her a tissue before she blew. "Your Welcome. And blow your nose. Got to get all of the bad stuff out of there if you want to get well. Well things are certainly going well. Now, just to prepare to hunt.