A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long for me to do!! What was it, like a
month? Anyways, this isn't as great as it should have been, but I felt bad
for not posting anything, so here it is. (
5th year love
chapter 3
Injury
The Quidditch stands were full of excited students and teachers waiting for the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin to begin. These were some of the most exciting games because everyone who wasn't living under a rock is aware of the animosity between the two rival houses. And that came out in the games. Large banners for each house were waving in the winds. Shouts and cheers for the opposing teams could be heard even up at the castle.
Not even the gloomy weather could dampen everyone's spirits. Grey rain- filled clouds flooded the sky. A slight wind was rustling the leaves and causing everyone's hair to be blown into their faces.
Ginny, Hermione and Ron were sitting with Hagrid in the Gryffindor stands. Ron looked at Hermione whose hair was pulled back in a slick ponytail to keep out of her face. She should wear her hair like that more often…you can see her face… But Hermione interrupted his thoughts.
" Its going to rain," Hermione glanced upwards, "and I didn't bring my umbrella." She had an anxious look on her face. Ron looked up at the swirling clouds and offered to go get her umbrella.
"Ron, don't. You can't-"
"Herm, don't worry, No one will see me in the girl's dorm…its in your trunk right?" He jumped down the stands two at a time and jogged towards the castle. He didn't return…
Hermione glanced at her watch and anxiously looked at the castle. Where the bloody hell is he? He'd been gone for nearly and hour, no one had seen him and Hermione was tempted to go and look for him. But she had promised to watch Harry's 1st game against Slytherin, and she'd get wetter than she already was. Even though Hagrid's umbrella was large enough for 10 people to sit underneath, she was on the edge and the rain fell off the top and hit her.
Gryffindor was behind by only 10 points. If only Harry could catch the snitch. Gryffindor had never lost a game, and he wasn't about to let it happen now. He searched frantically through the rain. Luckily, Hermione had bewitched his glasses (again) to repel water, but it was still difficult to see through the sheets of rain.
Ginny was watching Harry search for the golden snitch. Hermione had leant Ginny her omnioculars that they'd gotten at the Quidditch world cup. They weren't necessary, but Hermione knew that Ginny enjoyed watching Harry up close (shhh, don't tell). Ginny was doing just that. Harry looked so resolute, so intent on winning, his green eyes sparkled with determination. He was completely soaked, his unruly black hair was blowing in every direction, flecks of water flinging off.
Then she saw it. And so did he. He was only a few meters from it. And Malfoy on the other side of the pitch. There was no way he could miss it. And being Harry Potter, he didn't. Grasping the snitch in his right hand, he glided to the ground. The stadium roared with shouts and cheers for Gryffindor. The team, once they landed, came running to Harry and hoisted him up, singing "For he's a jolly good fellow". Harry looked all around the stands at all the smiling, laughing faces. He was looking for one in particular. Where is she? I know she's- oh there! He waved at the excited red head.
Even drenched from head to toe he's cute "Hermione we won! We won! We won!" Ginny was practically jumping with joy.
"Uh huh, that's nice…" Hermione was very concerned about Ron. Why hadn't he returned? He never misses one of Harry's matches. Hell, he never misses a Quidditch in general. So where the hell was he?
People started filing out of the stands and Ginny and Hermione were nearly trampled as they made their way down to congratulate Harry. When Harry saw them, he ran to them and threw his arms around Ginny, getting her almost as wet as he was. Hermione smiled and hugged Harry, but he could sense something was wrong. "Hermione, what's bothering you?", he asked. No one seemed to notice that his arm was still around a very wet Ginny.
"Well, Ron offered to go get my umbrella right before the game started and he hasn't come back yet…" her voice trailed off as she noticed a large group of people gathering near the castle.
"What the…" she turned away from Harry and Ginny and started towards the growing crowd of people. She broke into a run assuming the worst about the situation. She pushed her way through the circle and stopped dead in her tracks, her hands went to her mouth. It was Ron. He was sprawled on the ground, his arm bent backwards, blood coming from his forehead and was completely unconscious. He looked as if he had jumped in a river, he was so wet. Hermione dropped to her knees beside her friend. "No…no no no! Ron, oh my god, what…what happ…" he voiced was choked with tears and her breathing was very rapid. She took his hand in her. She heard running from behind her.
"Hermione what's-" Harry stopped, his jaw on the ground. Ginny stepped around from behind him and just stood there, her wide brown eyes welled with tears as she looked at her brother. She knealt beside Hermione. "What. Happened. To him.", she said in a barely audible squeak.
"I…I…I don't know, I just…" Just then, Professor McGonagol pushed her way into the center of the circle and stared wide eyed at Ron.
"Quick. Go get Madam Pomfrey," she ordered. Her face had gone pale and she didn't seem nearly as composed as she normally did. She pushed Hermione out of the way and bent down to see if she could hear a heartbeat.
Hermione and Ginny stood up, soaked to the bone. Harry put his arms around the girls, unable to speak. Hermione and Ginny's eyes were leaking tears. Harry was fighting back tears of his own. They watched as Madame Pomfrey magicked a Ron on a stretcher and headed back to the castle. They followed a few meters back thinking only the worst…
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It was still pouring down rain outside, thunder crashing every moment or so. A draft was coming from a cracked window on the far side of the hospital wing.
Hermione was sitting wide-eyes, rocking back and forth on her chair, staring at Ron's motionless form in the bed next to her. Ginny was huddled in a blanket on the floor crying silently. Pacing, Harry watched as Madame Pomfrey attempted to revive Ron. Harry couldn't believe it. Bad things like this don't happen to anyone but him. They're not supposed to happen to his friends. He looked at his friend, whose arm was in a cast, his bones healing. The cut on his forehead had been bandaged. He was still soaking wet, but they had managed to get his robes and shirt off to wrap in a warm, dry blanket. He looked as if he were just sleeping, but he hardly seemed to be breathing. Harry glanced at Hermione. She looked terrible. Her face was all splotchy from crying, her clothes were drenched and muddy. Rocking back and forth like that, she looked like a crazy old lady. He walked over to his shaken friend and hugged her.
"It'll be ok. He'll be fine. Everything will turn out alright," he sounded more sure than he was. Hermione buried her face in Harry's chest. She was sobbing, shaking uncontrollably in Harry's arms. He wanted to comfort her, make everything the way it was before. He hated seeing her like this, his best friend. He hated seeing his other best friend on the verge of death. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair.
He kissed Hermione softly on the top of her head. "Calm down, Hermi, calm down-"
The door creaked open and in walked a pale-grief-stricken duo. Ginny jumped up and ran to her brothers who were for the first time in their lives, speechless. George walked past his sister, and fell to his knees by his unmoving brother.
"Oh my god, oh my- what happened-" he couldn't talk. His breathing was short and rapid, he mouthed wordlessly as tears welled up in his eyes. Fred and Ginny walked over to him and huddled together crying.
Hermione looked up and surveyed the scene. Two brothers and their little sister, crying together on the floor. The caught her off guard, she wasn't used to the Weasley twins revealing their feelings. They were the jokers, the funny men. Not now. Hermione sniffled and wiped her eyes. She glanced up at Harry. Tears were streaming down his face as he stared off into space. She pulled away from him and sat down with her face in her hands. Why? Why Ron? Why the-- its not fair. Its not fair!!! My best friend; this is NOT happening. No no no no no she started crying again and tried to wipe away her tears, but they just kept coming. Fred came over and sat next to her.
"So...what happened?" he spoke hardly above a whisper.
"Well," she tried to talk, but her tears were choking her. Fred patted her on the shoulder. Harry began pacing again. She took a deep breath, "well, he went back to the castle to get my umbrella and he never came back and then there was this crowd of people after the Quidditch match, and he was- in the middle…on the ground…bleeding and unconscious. And, and-he was-and then…" she stopped. Breathing in deeply, she wiped her eyes again. Harry sat down next to Fred and continued in a monotonous tone.
"Madame Pomfrey was summoned and brought him up to the castle. She put a cast on his arm so it could heal tonight, she fixed the cut and tried to wake him up, but he wouldn't wake up. He wont wake up!" His face contorted as he fought back tears.
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At 11 o'clock, a door squeaked open causing Hermione to wake with a small gasp. The room was dark except for two shimmering candles on the bookcase. The night wind was threatening to blow them out. She looked around her and realized she was still in the infirmary. She had fallen asleep on Fred's shoulder.
Why didn't Madame Pomfrey make us leave? She rarely allows visitors, let alone five for hours at a time. But I'm glad she did.
Ginny moved around on the floor, kicking George. He grunted.
Hermione quietly stood up and stretched. She walked over to the other side of Ron's bed. God, he's gorgeous. WHAT!!! Whoa! What, no he's not, he's laying here, near death, and I'm thinking he's gorgeous! What the hell has gotten into you! NO, he's NOT gorgeous or anything close to it. He's…no, he can't be…dead. I wont let him be. No, he's not!
She looked around. Harry and Fred were now leaning on another and snoring. Ron snores. Just…not now. He looks so peaceful…please oh please don't be…I couldn't take it if you were…
She kneeled down, took his hand in hers and looked at his freckled face. His absolutely adorable face. She just looked at his closed eyes and long lashes; his soft lips and cute nose; his pink ears that flamed up in even the slightly embarrassing situation. As she looked at him, Hermione remembered the first time they met. "Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one." Urgh! Could I have said anything more pathetic. And then I had to try and show off for these two boys I just met. God, how lame could I get? No wonder he never liked me. I was just a bossy know-it-all.
She let out a yawn. Looking back at Ron's face, she tried to smile.
"Wake up Ron. Please just wake up. We're all here for you. Just wake up", she said quietly. Then she lay her head down on the side of the bed and before she knew it, fell fast asleep.
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Disclaimer : If the characters were mine I would not be sharing them with you! Well, maybe I would…hehe
5th year love
chapter 3
Injury
The Quidditch stands were full of excited students and teachers waiting for the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin to begin. These were some of the most exciting games because everyone who wasn't living under a rock is aware of the animosity between the two rival houses. And that came out in the games. Large banners for each house were waving in the winds. Shouts and cheers for the opposing teams could be heard even up at the castle.
Not even the gloomy weather could dampen everyone's spirits. Grey rain- filled clouds flooded the sky. A slight wind was rustling the leaves and causing everyone's hair to be blown into their faces.
Ginny, Hermione and Ron were sitting with Hagrid in the Gryffindor stands. Ron looked at Hermione whose hair was pulled back in a slick ponytail to keep out of her face. She should wear her hair like that more often…you can see her face… But Hermione interrupted his thoughts.
" Its going to rain," Hermione glanced upwards, "and I didn't bring my umbrella." She had an anxious look on her face. Ron looked up at the swirling clouds and offered to go get her umbrella.
"Ron, don't. You can't-"
"Herm, don't worry, No one will see me in the girl's dorm…its in your trunk right?" He jumped down the stands two at a time and jogged towards the castle. He didn't return…
Hermione glanced at her watch and anxiously looked at the castle. Where the bloody hell is he? He'd been gone for nearly and hour, no one had seen him and Hermione was tempted to go and look for him. But she had promised to watch Harry's 1st game against Slytherin, and she'd get wetter than she already was. Even though Hagrid's umbrella was large enough for 10 people to sit underneath, she was on the edge and the rain fell off the top and hit her.
Gryffindor was behind by only 10 points. If only Harry could catch the snitch. Gryffindor had never lost a game, and he wasn't about to let it happen now. He searched frantically through the rain. Luckily, Hermione had bewitched his glasses (again) to repel water, but it was still difficult to see through the sheets of rain.
Ginny was watching Harry search for the golden snitch. Hermione had leant Ginny her omnioculars that they'd gotten at the Quidditch world cup. They weren't necessary, but Hermione knew that Ginny enjoyed watching Harry up close (shhh, don't tell). Ginny was doing just that. Harry looked so resolute, so intent on winning, his green eyes sparkled with determination. He was completely soaked, his unruly black hair was blowing in every direction, flecks of water flinging off.
Then she saw it. And so did he. He was only a few meters from it. And Malfoy on the other side of the pitch. There was no way he could miss it. And being Harry Potter, he didn't. Grasping the snitch in his right hand, he glided to the ground. The stadium roared with shouts and cheers for Gryffindor. The team, once they landed, came running to Harry and hoisted him up, singing "For he's a jolly good fellow". Harry looked all around the stands at all the smiling, laughing faces. He was looking for one in particular. Where is she? I know she's- oh there! He waved at the excited red head.
Even drenched from head to toe he's cute "Hermione we won! We won! We won!" Ginny was practically jumping with joy.
"Uh huh, that's nice…" Hermione was very concerned about Ron. Why hadn't he returned? He never misses one of Harry's matches. Hell, he never misses a Quidditch in general. So where the hell was he?
People started filing out of the stands and Ginny and Hermione were nearly trampled as they made their way down to congratulate Harry. When Harry saw them, he ran to them and threw his arms around Ginny, getting her almost as wet as he was. Hermione smiled and hugged Harry, but he could sense something was wrong. "Hermione, what's bothering you?", he asked. No one seemed to notice that his arm was still around a very wet Ginny.
"Well, Ron offered to go get my umbrella right before the game started and he hasn't come back yet…" her voice trailed off as she noticed a large group of people gathering near the castle.
"What the…" she turned away from Harry and Ginny and started towards the growing crowd of people. She broke into a run assuming the worst about the situation. She pushed her way through the circle and stopped dead in her tracks, her hands went to her mouth. It was Ron. He was sprawled on the ground, his arm bent backwards, blood coming from his forehead and was completely unconscious. He looked as if he had jumped in a river, he was so wet. Hermione dropped to her knees beside her friend. "No…no no no! Ron, oh my god, what…what happ…" he voiced was choked with tears and her breathing was very rapid. She took his hand in her. She heard running from behind her.
"Hermione what's-" Harry stopped, his jaw on the ground. Ginny stepped around from behind him and just stood there, her wide brown eyes welled with tears as she looked at her brother. She knealt beside Hermione. "What. Happened. To him.", she said in a barely audible squeak.
"I…I…I don't know, I just…" Just then, Professor McGonagol pushed her way into the center of the circle and stared wide eyed at Ron.
"Quick. Go get Madam Pomfrey," she ordered. Her face had gone pale and she didn't seem nearly as composed as she normally did. She pushed Hermione out of the way and bent down to see if she could hear a heartbeat.
Hermione and Ginny stood up, soaked to the bone. Harry put his arms around the girls, unable to speak. Hermione and Ginny's eyes were leaking tears. Harry was fighting back tears of his own. They watched as Madame Pomfrey magicked a Ron on a stretcher and headed back to the castle. They followed a few meters back thinking only the worst…
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It was still pouring down rain outside, thunder crashing every moment or so. A draft was coming from a cracked window on the far side of the hospital wing.
Hermione was sitting wide-eyes, rocking back and forth on her chair, staring at Ron's motionless form in the bed next to her. Ginny was huddled in a blanket on the floor crying silently. Pacing, Harry watched as Madame Pomfrey attempted to revive Ron. Harry couldn't believe it. Bad things like this don't happen to anyone but him. They're not supposed to happen to his friends. He looked at his friend, whose arm was in a cast, his bones healing. The cut on his forehead had been bandaged. He was still soaking wet, but they had managed to get his robes and shirt off to wrap in a warm, dry blanket. He looked as if he were just sleeping, but he hardly seemed to be breathing. Harry glanced at Hermione. She looked terrible. Her face was all splotchy from crying, her clothes were drenched and muddy. Rocking back and forth like that, she looked like a crazy old lady. He walked over to his shaken friend and hugged her.
"It'll be ok. He'll be fine. Everything will turn out alright," he sounded more sure than he was. Hermione buried her face in Harry's chest. She was sobbing, shaking uncontrollably in Harry's arms. He wanted to comfort her, make everything the way it was before. He hated seeing her like this, his best friend. He hated seeing his other best friend on the verge of death. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair.
He kissed Hermione softly on the top of her head. "Calm down, Hermi, calm down-"
The door creaked open and in walked a pale-grief-stricken duo. Ginny jumped up and ran to her brothers who were for the first time in their lives, speechless. George walked past his sister, and fell to his knees by his unmoving brother.
"Oh my god, oh my- what happened-" he couldn't talk. His breathing was short and rapid, he mouthed wordlessly as tears welled up in his eyes. Fred and Ginny walked over to him and huddled together crying.
Hermione looked up and surveyed the scene. Two brothers and their little sister, crying together on the floor. The caught her off guard, she wasn't used to the Weasley twins revealing their feelings. They were the jokers, the funny men. Not now. Hermione sniffled and wiped her eyes. She glanced up at Harry. Tears were streaming down his face as he stared off into space. She pulled away from him and sat down with her face in her hands. Why? Why Ron? Why the-- its not fair. Its not fair!!! My best friend; this is NOT happening. No no no no no she started crying again and tried to wipe away her tears, but they just kept coming. Fred came over and sat next to her.
"So...what happened?" he spoke hardly above a whisper.
"Well," she tried to talk, but her tears were choking her. Fred patted her on the shoulder. Harry began pacing again. She took a deep breath, "well, he went back to the castle to get my umbrella and he never came back and then there was this crowd of people after the Quidditch match, and he was- in the middle…on the ground…bleeding and unconscious. And, and-he was-and then…" she stopped. Breathing in deeply, she wiped her eyes again. Harry sat down next to Fred and continued in a monotonous tone.
"Madame Pomfrey was summoned and brought him up to the castle. She put a cast on his arm so it could heal tonight, she fixed the cut and tried to wake him up, but he wouldn't wake up. He wont wake up!" His face contorted as he fought back tears.
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At 11 o'clock, a door squeaked open causing Hermione to wake with a small gasp. The room was dark except for two shimmering candles on the bookcase. The night wind was threatening to blow them out. She looked around her and realized she was still in the infirmary. She had fallen asleep on Fred's shoulder.
Why didn't Madame Pomfrey make us leave? She rarely allows visitors, let alone five for hours at a time. But I'm glad she did.
Ginny moved around on the floor, kicking George. He grunted.
Hermione quietly stood up and stretched. She walked over to the other side of Ron's bed. God, he's gorgeous. WHAT!!! Whoa! What, no he's not, he's laying here, near death, and I'm thinking he's gorgeous! What the hell has gotten into you! NO, he's NOT gorgeous or anything close to it. He's…no, he can't be…dead. I wont let him be. No, he's not!
She looked around. Harry and Fred were now leaning on another and snoring. Ron snores. Just…not now. He looks so peaceful…please oh please don't be…I couldn't take it if you were…
She kneeled down, took his hand in hers and looked at his freckled face. His absolutely adorable face. She just looked at his closed eyes and long lashes; his soft lips and cute nose; his pink ears that flamed up in even the slightly embarrassing situation. As she looked at him, Hermione remembered the first time they met. "Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one." Urgh! Could I have said anything more pathetic. And then I had to try and show off for these two boys I just met. God, how lame could I get? No wonder he never liked me. I was just a bossy know-it-all.
She let out a yawn. Looking back at Ron's face, she tried to smile.
"Wake up Ron. Please just wake up. We're all here for you. Just wake up", she said quietly. Then she lay her head down on the side of the bed and before she knew it, fell fast asleep.
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Disclaimer : If the characters were mine I would not be sharing them with you! Well, maybe I would…hehe