1 CHAPTER EIGHT

Ron gasped. I can't believe it! How can Harry do this to me?

He had just come from the common room. When he got in, Wood told him that Harry wanted to see him. His rage for Harry last night had subsided somehow, but now it was as strong as ever before.

Before him, a kissing scene unfolded. Harry's arms were around Hermione's waist. Hermione's hands were tangled in Harry's messy hair. The two were obviously enjoying the moment, and it was pretty obvious that Harry was successful in making Hermione his.

"Damn the both of you!" Ron said softly through gritted teeth. He felt weak and helpless. There was nothing he could do but to go back to the Gryffindor Tower.

Once he got there, he proceeded immediately to the dormitories. He climbed onto his four-poster and started to punch his pillows. He didn't care if they got distorted or deformed. What the hell would happen to him if these were deformed? He didn't give a damn.

Go to hell, Harry! Go to hell! I don't need you! Die, you insensitive buffoon! Die right now!

And as for you Hermione, how could you say yes to Harry? Don't you know you're the one for ME? You're supposed to be MINE, damn it! You're not supposed to be HARRY'S! But... Ron sighed. He couldn't explain why, but...

I still love you, Hermione Granger.

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For the next few days, Hermione continually visited Harry in the Hospital Wing. At times, she brought him food and sweets, more often from Hogsmeade. (Fred and George used the Marauder's Map in order to get to Hogsmeade and get some sweets for Hermione to bring to Harry.)

Hermione's hand was in Harry's; they were staring at each other so much one of them would practically melt on the spot. They were careful about their actions --- they didn't want anyone to know about their relationship YET.

"When are you going to get out of here, Harry?" asked Hermione.

"Madam Pomfrey said in about two days, I can get out of here," Harry replied. He really wanted to get out of that dump, not only to be with his fellow Gryffindors, but especially to be with Hermione.

Once I get out of here, Hermione and I will be together all the time, Harry told himself. Just wait, Harry. Two more days and you'll be out of this dump.

Hermione heard Madam Pomfrey come in. Harry quickly released Hermione's hand.

"OK, Potter has to rest now," said Madam Pomfrey. "You can come back tomorrow." She quickly left and went inside her office.

Hermione sighed. "Sorry," she said, "but you heard Madam Pomfrey. I have to go, or else you might never see me again." She smiled.

"OK," Harry agreed. "You'll be here tomorrow, won't you?" Hermione nodded.

Hermione looked around for a moment before bending over to give Harry a quick kiss on the lips. Harry touched her left cheek affectionately. "Take care," he whispered.

"Thanks, you too," Hermione replied with a smile.

"Send my regards to Ron, will you?"

"Sure, no problem." And Hermione walked out of the Hospital Wing.

Harry snuggled into the white sheets of the bed. He felt unusually tired and exhausted, though he didn't do anything strenuous. Because of exhaustion, Harry's eyes closed and he started to doze off.



Author's Notes: OK, I know this is kinda short, and I'm sorry. Actually, I'm noticing something --- the farther my story goes, the chapters get shorter. (Try observing! You'll see my observation's true!) Anyway, for me, this is the second-worst chapter I've written. (The worst was the fifth.) Please tell me what you think.