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Hey guys. I bet your pretty happy with me uploading so soon. Okay. So you know how people have been writing these stories since like 2006 but in the middle all of a sudden stop. I hate that! I PROMISE I will never do that to you. No matter how much writer's block I have or how terrible it is...I will always finish what I start...and answer your private messages and staff invites. Your support means the world to me! Adding to your communities and sharing with friends would also help a lot! Thanks! :)
After Ron got done and made sure the fish was all the way cooked but not charred, he cut it into three pieces. He and Harry savagely devoured it. Hermione...kind of nibbled and played with it, not really wanting to eat it. Ron coaxed her by making 'one more bite' promises and practically force feeding her. After a long day, they all hit the hay, and Ron drifted asleep thinking if he'd be able to wake Hermione again, or how long until the Snatchers found their campsite. He forced those thoughts out of his mind...
Ron woke up to Harry's shouting. "INCENDIO!" Harry kept repeating the same spell over and over again. Ron rushed, in quite a panicked state, to see what it was about. Ronald found Harry relentlessly trying to explode the damn locket. (A/N I don't curse in real life, I feel like I have to wash out my mouth with soap when I let one slip, and when other people use the F word I swear I'm going to puke. When I read it I just pretend it is not there. Mild swearing I can tolerate and even laugh at and it seemed to fit these characters.) "Harry. Harry! HARRY!" Ron wrestled Harry's wand out of his grasp. "WHAT IN HELL WAs that for?" Harry demanded to know the answer, the insanity not yet out of his system. "You're going to draw unwanted attention to us. Not to mention scare Hermione to death." Ron answered quite annoyed. He gritted his teeth and whipped around when he heard heavy wheezing behind him. "Is...Everything...alright?" Hermione questioned, fear yet, preparedness in her eyes. "Everything is fine...except you out of bed. Harry was just acting like a bloody maniac." Ron assured her as he was leading her back inside the tent. Harry stomped off in another direction. The locket was grasped tightly in his hand. Probably went somewhere to cool down, thought Ron. "Ron...I feel a lot...better. Really... I do." She protested with deep, yet ragged breaths as he tried to get her to sit down. He felt her forehead. No fever. No stuffy nose. "But, listen to yourself. You still need rest." "Honestly...I think...I need fresh...air." A stream of small coughs is what followed. I get to much smoke at home as it is, or was. Thought Hermione, with just a flicker of sadness. "Oohhhh...C'mon." Ron grabbed her hand and started to take her for a walk, ironically and not knowingly in Harry's direction. After about five minutes of slow walking, Hermione held up her hand, doubled over leaning against a tree. She was taking in and letting out incredibly short breaths. She winced and wrapped her free arm around her pelvic area. After he noticed her starting to tumble, Ron caught her and lowered them both to the ground. She was sitting in his lap, her head leaning against his shoulder, with a dazed and slightly glazed look in her eye. Ron was quite rattled when he saw blood dripping out of the corner of her mouth. Blood. No. "'Mione? Hermione...Look. At. Me." Ron could not express how worried he was. He tried to hold her gaze with his but the only response he got was her breath hitching and she leaned forward. As she leaned forward one of her hands grabbed at the right side of her chest as the other once again reached for her pelvic area. She started violently coughing...up more blood. After that fit was done, Hermione fell onto her backside in the frost covered leaves. She looked like she was having trouble getting the any of the slightest of air. She looked up at him with fearful eyes; she felt as if she was suffocating. He tore her hands away from her body. "Shhhhhh. Shh. Shhhhh. Close your eyes. You'll be alright. Just take deep breaths." For the next thirty minutes he kept reassuring her that everything was going to be okay, but in truth he was just trying to tell himself. Just when he thought she was done with that, and back to almost normal breathing, she turned her head to the side, puked, and passed out.
Hermione woke up to a splitting headache and angry yelling. "But WE CAN'T go!" Hermione recognised that voice as Ronald's. "LOOK! There is trouble over that horizon! SNATCHERS! Heading our way. Do you really think she'd stand any chance if they found us? They wouldn't hesitate to downright kill her. I don't want that! You certainly don't. What are we waiting for!?" There. That's Harry. "But, she justs needs a couple more days." Ron actually pouted. He'd told Harry about the incident that occurred earlier, but he didn't seem to understand the severity of the situation from Ron's point of view.."We DON'T HAVE a couple of days." Hermione, being the clever little witch she was, put the puzzle pieces together. Slowly standing up and steadying her breaths, she wanted to end this bickering. If they needed to leave, they'd leave. "Stop!" Both Harry and Ron turned toward the sudden command. "Look. If there are snatchers, and we need to leave...I'm...alright...to do it." Hermione tried to talk really fast to disguise her trouble, but towards the end she wavered. "But you weren't in the best condition earlier, remember." Hermione held up her hand and swiftly moved past him. "If there are snatchers, they're bound to find us...We can't lose that locket...and we...can't get captured. If we do...then all hope...is...lost." Ron was going to try to protest, but Harry stepped beside Hermione and they both just shook their heads. Harry would carry her the entire way if he'd have to. "Majority wins." Harry smugly stated. That sent Ron off to pack mumbling something about how ganging up on him wasn't fair. After all, he was just concerned about Hermione.
Hey guys. That one was kind of long, huh. I don't know about you, but it seems to kind of rush you along while you read. I'm not sure how to fix it but I try my best to keep y'all satisfied. I promised one of my other readers that I would have Hermione as worse off as possible without having her dead. If you want to ask me about something, want me to write something into this story, or want me to put together another story about something particular, feel free to private message me. Constructive criticism is also welcome. Keep calm and ship Ronmione!