Yeah… so… Back again… FINALLY
Don't kill me please. :P I've been very freakin busy, getting really stressed out bout school and stuff… Really it can't be healthy giving this much homework to sweet innocent (yeah right :P) kids!
Anyways: Enjoy…:

Oh btw this one is for my girlfriend who apparently pervs on my story :P
love you babe ;)

Chapter 11.

waiting and waiting

and the it went quiet… really, really quiet…

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Ashley screamed as the smoke finally cleared and she was finally able to see.

There on the floor lying in between the rubble and a pool of blood was her best friend.

"Oh my god!" she yelled once again as she quickly made her way across the room and dropped down on her knees next to Fleur who was sitting there with Hermione's head in her lap.

When finally Ashley's brain kicked into gear once again she realised they really, really had to get to the hospital. "Stay here with her Fleur," she ordered as she got up, "I'm gong to get us some help." And with that she was out of the room.

Being left alone with Hermione Fleur still didn't really realise what had just happened, all she knew was that one minute ago she was in a heavenly make-out session and now suddenly the girl whom she had come to love very deeply was there lying on the ground, probably bleeding to death.

So she just sat there softly stroking the brown locks of hair that where sprawled across her lap, not being able to do much else due to the state of shock she was currently in.

"You're going to be just fine ma belle, just fine" she mumbled, not just to sooth Hermione, but also trying to convince herself. She had never seen anyone this close to death before and it scared her very much.

Fleur couldn't explain why but she had this very, very, very bad feeling. A feeling that could only be described as if her heart was being torn out… and in a way it was. Hermione was dying and took Fleur's heart with her.

Ashley made her way out of the toilet and into the club like a madman, or rather madwoman, in search of some help.

What she saw once she entered the club's main room shocked her.

She had expected to find the room totally ruined with lots of rubble on the ground and screaming people running in all directions. But instead of that she found that the room was perfectly normal and all the people where still dancing the night away as if they hadn't heard the huge blast that went of just mere seconds ago.

Deciding it didn't matter at the moment she made her way to the bar thinking there had to be a phone or something.

As she neared it she came across Fred and George.

"Oi Ash where have you been?" one of them screamed over the music.

"Yeah man, you look all pale and stuff, you're alright?"

Bluntly ignoring them Ashley made her way further into the club. She felt as if she was in some weird movie or something A really, really bad nightmare movie she thought.

Finally reaching the bar it took a while before a waitress came over.

"Can I help you?" a cute waitress asked looking at Ashley with some slight concern, the girl indeed looked very pale.

The raven haired girl nodded "I need a ambulance, there's been an… explosion… or something in the bathroom. My friend was there, she's bleeding and… and…" at this moment realisation really hit Ashley and her eyes started filling themselves with tears, "I think she's… dying."

The waitress looked at her as if she had gone crazy, "ma'm are you sure you didn't drink to much? I'm sure if there had been an explosion of some sorts we would have heard it. Don't you think?"

Desperately trying to convince the waitress Ashley pleaded "please come with me and see for yourself, if I'm lying I will go home, if I'm not you'll call an ambulance. Ok?"

Looking at the girls tear-streaked face the waitress gave in and sighted: "ok then". Together they made their way towards the women's bathroom.

As they reached the door Ashley said: "you go ahead, I don't want to see it again" she was afraid to go in, scared of finding out Hermione had died or something, There was so much blood…

Not five seconds after the waitress went in she came out again, she looked very pale and whispered with a hoarse voice: "I'll call for an ambulance" and with that she quickly made her way towards the bar once again, leaving Ashley there alone.

Fleur was so concentrated on Hermione she didn't even notice someone enter and leave the room. All she cared about at the moment is holding on to the brunette and praying she would be alright.

"You can not die my love, I only just found you."
She whispered to an eerily quiet room.

Not really what to do now Ashley just looked around the room. Seeing all those happy faces of the people around her she couldn't help but feel a little angry, why did all those others get to be happy and why did the bad stuff had to happen to Hermione. It just wasn't fair.

Spotting the twins once again she realized she probably had to go and tell the others what had happened.

She reached Ron first who was practically asleep on top of the table, he was even drooling a little. With a disgusted look on her face Ashley gently shook him in order to wake him up.

With a start the youngest Weasley boy awoke and shot up from his table-bed, "I'm up! I'm up!" when he saw Ashley and not his mother he relaxed a little "oh sorry I thought you where my mom. What's up, are we going home?" He smiled hopeful at this.

"No the hospital" she sniped, not feeling up for any joking around.

"The hospital?"

Ashley sighed "yes the hospital, Hermione is hurt, there was an explosion in the bathroom." Ignoring Ron's shocked look she turned around "you go get our jackets and stuff, I'll go get the others."

It took Ron a while before he finally had control of his mind again and when that finally happened he muttered a silent "alright" and went to comply to Ashley's order, for once in his life without asking any questions.

Ten minutes later Fleur, Ashley, Ron, Fred, George, Harry and Ginny where all standing outside of the now evacuated club. The only people still inside where some paramedics, the police and the club owner. The police had insisted that everybody else had to stay outside to the group's anger.

"what is taking so long!?!" Fred half screamed. He had been pacing the whole time, really worried about Hermione.

A shaken Ginny went over to him giving him a hug, knowing her brother was really afraid but just didn't want to show it, "she's going to be okay" she whispered in his ear, knowing all the while she could be lying, but not ready to face that yet.

George and Harry just watched the two, not really knowing what to do or say. Harry had faced numerous dangers together with his friends and they had all been injured some time during all of this, but it never had been as serious as this. The way Ashley had told him Hermione had lost a lot off blood and was seriously in danger.

Ron on the other hand was busy making up all kinds of plans and strategies in order to get into the building to check up on Hermione. "we could use petrificus totalis on everyone and then sneak inside" he mumbled to no one in particular, "No that wouldn't help because we can't use that spell on the people who are busy saving 'Mione's life…"

Ashley swallowed hard, her throat had gone dry for some reason, so dry it even hurt. She watched all of her bestfriend's friends, not really feeling up to talking to one of them. She saw Fred acting like a mad-man, Ginny consoling him, George just standing there with Harry and Ron mumbling to himself. The raven-haired girl turned her head further to the left and found out that the where accompanied by another silent soul: Fleur.

Ashley had forgotten all about the Veela. It had taken Ashley, Ginny and a big policeman in order to drag Fleur away from Hermione, the French witch just didn't want to let go of the brunette's hand. And then when they finally succeeded in dragging her outside, the girl had just plopped down onto a nearby bench not speaking one more word, all the while just staring straight ahead.

Deciding the French witch could use the company Ashley walked over to her and plopped herself down next to the other girl. "So… are you okay?" She asked, immediately berating herself for asking such a stupid question, of course Fleur wasn't ok!

When she didn't get an answer she just swung her arm around Fleur and yanked her towards her. First she felt the blonde stiffen slightly then her shoulders slumped and Ashley could feel little shocks coming from the other girl: Fleur was crying.

"Shhh…" Ashley tried to soothe her, "Hermione is going to be fine, trust me, she's a strong bitch." The raven-haired girl smiled a little as Fleur gave a small snort.

And then, just when Fleur wanted to say something, the doors of the club slammed open and a team of ambulance workers rushed out, a stretcher with an unconscious Hermione between them.

They all watched as the workers lifted up the stretcher, push it into the ambulance, get in themselves and then drove off.

After a minute or two spend in total silence Harry finally broke it, saying: "I guess we'd better get to the hospital then…"

Once at the hospital the group had to go trough a lot of trouble just to get a nurse to say how Hermione was doing and only after Fleur had threatened to rip her head off the nurse was willing to talk.

Currently Hermione was still in surgery, she had a lot of internal bleedings and the doctors where doing their best to try and stop her from bleeding to death. The nurse had said they couldn't o anything but wait for the surgery to end, so they waited.

And waited and waited.

Around 5 am. A policeman showed up asking them (especially Fleur and Ashley) about what had happened. He told them that they where investigating the cause of explosion, but he also told them it was probably a gas leak or something.

When time slowly crawled to 6am. Ginny, Ashley, Fred, George and Ron where all asleep, leaving Fleur and Harry the only ones that where awake.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked softly.

Fleur shrugged, physically she was ok, mentally not so much, her answer however was: "As long as Hermione is ok, I'm fine too."

Harry, apparently satisfied with the answer smiled gently, "you should try and get some sleep, I'll wake you if the doctor is here, I promises"

The veela nodded, she was indeed very tired, but just as she was about the close her eyes she heard a familiar plopping sound and saw that Mr. Weasley had just apparated into the waiting room.

The sound woke most off the people (except for Ron, he just kept on snoring and drooling all over his jacket) and they where all surprised to see the red haired man standing in front off them.

"Dad!" Ginny half squealed, "what are you doing here? You know what happened to 'Mione?" She…" but before she could continue any further Mr. Weasley cut her of.

"Yes dear I know what happened, that's why I'm here" he told them in a hushed voice, "I need to tell you all something important, something I'm not suppose to tell and if the ministry found out that I told you they'd…"

Ashley coughed harshly in order to stop the man's rant.

"Oh right," he said, understanding the cough, "the reason why I'm here is to tell you that the explosion in the toilet was actually by magical causes…"

Everybody looked at him strangely at this point.

"Magical causes?" Ashley asked.

"As in someone planted a magical bomb into the club?" this time Fred asked.

The older man nodded, "yes indeed and unfortunately that's not the worst part…" at this point every single one of them (except Ron who was dreaming about naked girls once again) swallowed harshly, they had a feeling this couldn't be good.

"The worst thing is that the bomb was in fact targeted at Hermione and no one else, so who ever planted the bomb was planning to actually kill her…"

Moewhaha

Who's trying to kill Hermione?
Will Hermione actually die?
Find out in the next chapter!

Hope you enjoyed it, see ya!