Change of heart – part three
Lavender rushed out of the room, whipping her eyes dry. Eyes followed her expectantly; but she had no time to answer all of their questions. Her classmates' life was on the line. She ran down the many hallways and up the many staircases as fast as she could.
In the Gryffindor girls' dormitory twenty minutes later, Madam Pomfrey was examining Hermione. Ron had now joined the group, but still no one spoke while Madam Pomfrey was rending to her patient. Then she spoke in a very shaky voice.
"The good news is that she'll be fine, but I have to bring her to the hospital wing for further examination." She conjured a stretch and left with Hermione's unconscious body floating after her.
It had been an hour since Hermione was brought to the hospital wing. Harry and Ron were outside waiting for an update.
"Harry, stop fidgeting." He hadn't been able to stop moving his hands since.
"She's strong, you don't need to worry about her." He added hastily.
"Are you sure, I mean she just attempted suicide, and I have no reason why."
"And what makes you think I do?" Ron said a little to loud. He seemed really angry and scared at the same time. Just then Madam Pomfrey came out.
"You may come in and see her, but she's very week." And they walked in very cautiously. Seating themselves on either side of her bed, they grabbed her hands and watched her sleep. After a week of visiting her, her condition wasn't improving. Hermione slept as if dead. Draco had been in to see her also, but long after Harry and Ron had left. He pleaded her to wake up, but with no response from her part. She wasn't conscious of her visitors.
A week later, Hermione awoke with the chirping of the birds. A couple minutes later, Madam Pomfrey walked into the room.
"I see you're awake. You gave everybody a freight." She said while examining Hermione.
"When can I leave?" She asked a little annoyed.
"This evening, if your condition doesn't get worse."
That evening, the hallways were deserted as Hermione made her way to the Great Hall for diner. The Hall was full of life with people talking and laughing. The minute she
walked in, there was not a sound to be heard. She made her way to the Gryffindor table with an angry expression on her face. She seated herself in between Harry and Ron.
"What is everyone looking at?" She asked them a little to stern.
"Well, while in coma, the whole school found out about your attempt to commit suicide. And you know the funniest part of it all was that Draco seemed the most disturbed by the news."
"Really? I guess I'll have to talk to him." She said in a softer voice, glancing at the Slytherin table she noticed Draco looking at her with an expression of relief on his face.
That night, Hermione was waiting for Draco in the Entrance Hall. Spotting her, he ran up and embraced her with all of his strength. Tears started running down Hermione's face.
"Oh, Draco, I'm so sorry." Draco place his finger on her soft lips.
"Shhh. All that matters is that you're alive." And he kissed her. This kiss was no ordinary kiss. It was powerful…. Passionate…. Loving…. all at the same time. He kissed her like it was going to be the last time he was going to feel her, taste her, see her. They were united as one. Draco pulled her closer to him, breathing in her sent. Their hearts were unified, beating as one. But as soon as this kiss started, it ended.
"I don't ever want you to do that again. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. You are me and I am you and nothing can come between us. We can work through this. I'm here for you." Draco looked into her eyes, seeing her troubled soul.
"I promise I'll talk to you about my problems." They walked off into the hallways. What they hadn't noticed was that they weren't alone. During their whole 'meeting' someone had been watching them.
"Hey Ron, what's wrong? You seem kind of out of it." Harry asked concerned for his friend. Ron had walked into the common room, totally dazed, not even noticing that he had bumped into someone. He glanced at his friend, walked up to him dorm without a word. Not even bothering to change out of his clothes, he flopped onto his bed, and started to sob. Lucking for him, no one was in the room, and the curtains were drawn around his four-poster.
For the next days, Ron walked around the castle unaware of his surroundings. He felt like she had reach in a ripped out his heart. He knew that she only wanted to be friends, but how could she hurt him that way and with his nemesis. His worst enemy. The guy who took pleasure in tormenting him. He didn't care anymore, all Ron wanted to do was kick his ass, rip out his heart and show it to him. It didn't matter, just as long as he felt what Ron felt. He was over come with this uncontrollable rage, that kept growing every time he saw either of them, if it was together or not. He couldn't forgive them.
"Ron, are you feeling okay? You seem kind of different all of a sudden." Hermione asked one evening as they were studying by the fire.
"Oh, don't give me that bull shit. Like you don't know. You know how I feel about you, and then you go behind every ones backs and …. I can't even say it." Ron stormed out, the whole room had their eyes on him. Harry spoke next.
"What was that all about?" Hermione stared at him. And for once she had no response.
"Maybe I should go after him?' not waiting for his opinion, she raced out of the common room to look for Ron. He was a danger to his surroundings and to himself when he was angry.
"Ron…..wait up. I can explain. Just give me a chance."
"Why should I?" To stunned to move or speak, she let him wanted off into the dark and somber castle. At that moment she knew that that was the end of it. Their friendship was beyond repair. Hermione collapsed to the floor.
Harry, no longer wanting to stay behind and have everyone gaze at him, raced out to join Hermione. Rounding the corned he saw her limp form on the floor.
"Oh my god, Hermione, please wake up. He said shaking her franticly.
"What?… Harry, I'm so sorry." She buried her face into his shirt and started to cry uncontrollably.
"Shhh…it's going to be okay, don't worry." He soothed her, making slow, circular motions on her back.
Author's note: you could say that Hermione's luck isn't to great. Do you think Ron will ever forgive her?