Your P.O.V.
Exams were in 10 weeks, and teachers
had been giving us homework like crazy. Everytime I walked past Hermoine in the halls, or sat near her in class, she was always talking about how everyone should be studying, or scolding poor Harry and Ron because they didnt study. She had the same thoughts as the professors. Malfoy and I hadn't talked since he had cast the Leg Locker Curse on Neville. In Transfiguration, I noticed Ron's hand was wrapped in a bloody handkerchief.
"Ron, what happened to your hand?" you asked.
He and Harry shared a look.
"Um, someone's dog bit me." he said.
"Okay..well get better." I say.
I know that's probably not the truth. He may have done something stupid.
The next day, his hand had swelled to twice it's normal size. I see Harry and Hermione talking to Ron in hushed voices. He looks like he is in a lot of pain. I walk over there.
"Um, Ron, your hand doesn't look great, you might wanna see Madam Pomfrey." I say.
"That's what I was telling him!" said Hermione. "Let's go."
The three of them walked to the nurse. Hopefully Ron's hand is okay.