Chapter Thirteen
Over the next few weeks, Hermione made every possible attempt to visit the hospital wing. Seeing Harry lying on a bed with a broken arm and leg made her really emotional. She would sit by and do her work, every so often glancing at him.
One night while putting the finishing touches on her Transfiguration essay, Hermione thought she heard a sound come from Harry's bed.
"–why did you have to do this to me–Mione–"
She stood up from her work area and moved over to her best friend's side.
"–Hermione you're my best friend…I love you."
At these three words Hermione's eyes shot wide open. She was shocked and confused at the same time. Did Harry actually have feelings for her?
Hermione, feeling very weird about what Harry had said or rather mumbled, moved back into the common room to do her homework.
"All right gentlemen," Oliver Wood began.
"Ahem," Katie Bell interrupted.
"Right yes, so sorry Katie, and the other ladies. Anyway, we have a huge, huge problem on our hands. With Harry in the hospital wing, we have no chance of winning against Slytherin. And to make things worse, this is the final!"
One of the Weasley twins began to raise his hand, only to be stopped by Wood.
"And before anyone asks, no, there is no other person who can possibly sub for Harry. He is the reason we have won all the other matches against the other houses, excluding the snake pit. If we don't have Harry with us, we might as well–
"Excuse me. Anyone in need of a seeker?"
AN: I hope this chapter seems reasonably long. If there are any complaints, please do not hesitate to speak out.