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Author's Note:
Hey guys! I am not going to kill Hermione off. The reason I asked is that I am constantly torn between a dramatic tragedy and a dramatic happy-ending. I'm not gonna put that 5 reviews thing anymore because some of you are complaining about it being selfish and unappreciative. In truth, your very appreciated and help me move the story along because I know an audience is still waiting. I am sorry I haven't updated in a while. Or maybe it just feels like a while. Busy with school preparation, shopping, 4-H and chores. Plus I've been reading too much fanfiction to get any done. This time Ron gets some shit answers that confuse him a lot more. This is a horribly written chapter...I know. Please leave any suggestions of fanfiction for me to read about Hermione dead and Ron grieving, Hermione sick and Ron taking care of her, Hermione injured and Ron taking care of her, or Hermione getting her first/any period. (mostly preferred Ron taking care of her.) Some may say I'm obsessed but I say I'm just a fanatic. Please check out my other fanfics and review! Support is needed! You took the time to read it so you can take the time to review! Thanks! :)
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And with that, they both took a step back. Siacth Saca eith. The locket burst before him. It started telling him all these things about how he could never be loved and all he could see was red. Rage overtook him as he let out a war cry and killed the Horcrux, because he was just so mad at what appeared to be a boggart. It was finally destroyed.
Harry and Ron walked back in silence, after having a pretty long conversation (with mostly Harry apologizing.) They slowed and whipped their wands out when they heard rustling inside the tent. When Hermione popped her head out of the tent they nearly hexed her. Little did they know, Hermione was just as surprised...and relieved and glad...as they were to see her. She looked better than she did before, and certainly didn't have that wheezing issue anymore. He scanned her body, she still had the bruises. She sprints towards Harry and gives him a quick hug, then turns toward Ron and gives him a lingering hug. "I thought you left me." She whispered in his ear. "Never." Is all he replied. He held up the locket to show her what they've been doing. Her eyes widened and she couldn't hold back a shocked gasp. "H- how did you-" She was cut off by both Ron and Harry saying something along the lines of "Long Story." "How are you feeling? You gave us quite a scare yesterday." There was a long pause. "Yesterday! How long have I been out? Oh. And...I'm feeling much better." Hermione sort of questioned replied in a slightly jumbled up sentence. "Since the time you passed out until tonight." He answered, trying not to sound too concerned. They made their way to the kitchen and Harry and Ron found that after they had left, Hermione had already been nursing a cuppa tea, and was trying to get back to her mystery solving. Ron grabbed the last of the berries and they split the portion into threes. All, even Hermione, ate greedily. "Well, I'm going to go hit the hay." Harry stated with an exhausted sigh, leaving Ron and Hermione alone.
"So what has been going on with you lately?" Ron asked. "I don't know what you mean." Hermione ignorantly stated. "You very well know what I mean Hermione. Gosh, do I have to spell it out for you!" He began with a list of all her symptoms. "Well, you were sick with the cold or flu or something. You had lost your appetite. You've been having trouble breathing. You've coughed up blood. You puked once. You've reached for your lower abdomen, a sure fire sign that it is hurting. You've had a fever. You've been shaking like a leaf, and are as weak as a thin twig. Not to mention this!" He finished pointing towards her bruises. "I - I don't know. I guess I just haven't been quite right lately. Well, first of all, I never had a big appetite, Ron. Plus, usually people who aren't tending to feel well don't want to eat as much. I've had really bad asthma as a kid. That could be acting up. The blood...not sure. Probably just a factor of not enough nutrition. Puking can be the result of a too empty stomach. I think I'm PMSing. Mild cramps once in a while, and occasional dizziness, plus discharge that smells like my period. I actually skipped a month. Fever and chills can be apart of that too. I am not weak! And the bruise - I've no idea." This didn't help Ron. Those could be the causes, and all this occurring at that same time just a coincidence. But it didn't make sense. Oh. Please. You're just being a worry wort. Yet he was more confused than ever. He thought with an exasperated sigh. "So my turn to start the questions." Hermione started. "Where did you get those?" Hermione asked, almost a tone of danger to her voice. He then told her the story of what happened, minus the argument with Harry, and they soon drifted asleep in each other's arms.
This is a horribly written chapter...I know.
Please leave any suggestions of fanfiction for me to read about Hermione dead and Ron grieving, Hermione sick and Ron taking care of her, Hermione injured and Ron taking care of her, or Hermione getting her first/any period. (mostly preferred Ron taking care of her.) Some may say I'm obsessed but I say I'm just a fanatic. Please check out my other fanfics and review! Support is needed! You took the time to read it so you can take the time to review!Please Check out My New fics Lost and Found and Nothing to Fight For!
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