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A/N: dudes who reviewed rock! I love reviews; they make or break a day so please review! If I could break 100, I'd be so overcome with happiness that I might just do something drastic… like write a long chapter. lol Sorry that the last one was so short, ya see, I had some writers block. It's hopefully gone now that I talked to Erin. ALSO! VERY IMPORTANT! On that list I made in the last chapter (the worlds best guys) I forgot someone: Mamoru! Chiba Mamoru from Sailor Moon!!!!! Ahh! Forgive me for forgetting you Mamo-chan!
Warning: depression dead ahead.
Remember! I warned you that this was a sad fic. I warned it over and over again. If you don't like sad, than I suggest you don't read this story.
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Ron and Hermione spent that day together. They walked aimlessly around the grounds after breakfast, visited Hagrid fro lunch, and sat by the lake in the early afternoon. They returned to the common room happier than anyone had ever seen them. Happily both Ron and Hermione ignored the comments about where they may or may not have been and what they were doing there.
"This," Hermione thought, "is what it's supposed to be like. No one has been feeling sorry for me, no one badgering me about being sick. Just having a fun, relaxing, and semi-romantic day with Ron."
They laughed and joked with Harry before going to the Great Hall for dinner.
"Ugh," Hermione said when the food appeared, "it's all meat!"
"So?" asked Ron, "What's wrong with meat?"
"Nothing really, except that it came from poor mistreated animals who-"
"So this is like a spew thing?"
"NO! Ron, I've been a vegetarian since I was ten! I can't believe you didn't know that!"
Ron blushed, deeply embarrassed. Yet, I didn't really matter to Hermione because he was acting like himself. Besides, a day without a row for them would be quite unusual. She quickly changed the subject for his comfort. She asked how much they'd studied for their OWLs.
"Hermione! It's a long ways away! We have plenty of time to study later."
"Ron, they're only a few months away."
She turned and said to Ginny,
"He is a heavy eater of beef. Me thinks it doth harm to his wit."
At this ginny erupted into a fit of giggles, but Ron was less amused.
"What was that?" he demanded.
"Calm down Ron, its Shakespeare… which play was that in? Oh, I can't believe I'd forget, it's my favorite line… You do know who Shakespeare is, don't you?"
"Yes I know who Shakespeare is, he's a bloody git that's who he is."
Ginny groaned, "And off he goes!"
"How can you say that? He's fantastic!"
"He's a stuck up moron who can't write for beans and-"
Ginny interrupted, "Ron never got along with uncle Will."
"*Uncle* Will?" Hermione asked.
"Well, Hermione, wizards do live longer than muggles. You do know that right?" Ron said, mocking her.
"Uncle Will," Ginny continued, "was Ron's least favorite uncle. He was rich and didn't…er… help out." She blushed deeply.
"He helped out!" Ron interrupted, "where Bill was involved. He didn't give a rat's ass about the rest of us though."
"Bill was named after Uncle Will and Uncle Will favored him."
Ron snorted.
The rest of dinner went by rather quietly, but Hermione and Ron made up in the common room right after. Ron didn't want to fight, and neither did Hermione.
For three weeks they kept up their mushy habits. They would kiss goodnight, away from spying eyes. They held hands and hardly ever fought, when they did fight they made up in an instant. It was a relief for the, all their classmates, and their teachers. Hermione was scared; things were too good to be true. She was feeling more tired lately, weaker, sicker.
Yet, as it always is, when things are at their best… along comes the worst.
…
Monday morning, Potions, first period
"Harry, where's Hermione? I haven't seen her yet."
"Me either, I had quidditch practice and I hadn't seen you two. I assumed you were together"
"SILENCE," Snape hissed from the front of the classroom. He scanned the room from back to front, ending at the empty space next between Harry and Ron.
"Where," he asked them, "is Ms. Granger?"
"I don't know sir, we were just discussing where she might be." Said Harry.
"When did you last see her?" Snape asked Ron.
"I haven't seen her all morning, I over slept and missed breakfast. I assumed I'd see her on my way to class."
The professor cursed under his breath and turned to the fireplace.
"Minerva," he called so that only the front row of students could hear. Professor McGonagall's face appeared.
"What is it Severus? I'm in the middle of a class!"
"So am I, Miss Granger has not shown up and her friends have not seen her since last night."
"I'll go get Poppy, thank you."
And her face disappeared. Snape began to yell out the ingredients for the potion they were to assemble.
"What's going on?" Ron demanded.
"10 points from Gryffendor. Don't interrupt me."
"WHAT IS GOING ON?" Ron demanded with more force, "WHERE'S HERMIONE?"
"ANOTHER 10 points Mr. Weasley!"
"Professor, can you please tell us where Hermione is?" Harry tried.
"No, Mr. Potter. If you are to be told than you will find out as the headmaster sees fit." With that, Snape continued his lesson.
The second that their double period was over, Harry and Ron bolted out the door. They had Herbology next and took the "long way" to get there. They ran straight to the infirmary where Madame Pomfrey stopped them at the door.
"What is going on?" she asked them, "There is no running here, and why aren't you on your way to class."
"We're here… to find… Hermione…" They panted.
"Oh…" she started, her face drained of all color. "I'm afraid that's impossible."
"Why? What happened? Where is she? What's wrong? Is she okay?" Ron fired off his questions.
"I can't answer that Mr. Weasley. Now if you'll please wait a moment I will write you a pass. Where are you headed?"
"Herbology," Harry answered.
"I'm not leaving" was all Ron would say.
"Mr. Weasley, you cannot miss class because a friend is ill."
"I'm not leaving until I see her, or at least get a good reason for why I can't."
"Fine, I will give you the reason because you must go to class. No one is to know what happened. Please tell all who ask that she fainted from malnutrition and will be fine soon. She cannot be seen because she is in the company of Dr. Figgs."
"Isn't she that… that medi-witch researcher who does all that work on incurable problems?" asked Ron.
"Yes, she is. Hermione is one of her patients. I don't know if you are aware of Hermione's condition, but I for one cannot speak of it."
"I know what's wrong with her, but…"
"Come on Ron, we really do need to get to class. Hermione'll want our notes."
…
"Dr. Figgs… where have I hears that name?" Harry muttered.
"She's pretty famous Harry. Mad expensive to see her too. I don't know where you'd hear of her thought. You're probably just thinking of that lady who babysat you. Didn't you say her name was Mrs. Figgs?"
"Mrs. Figg, but that's not it…. Oh… now I remember."
"Shat is it?"
"She's the doctor who's working on a cure for crustaceous curse victims."
"Yeah, she does all sorts of anti-curses and other medical cures."
"She's the Longbottoms's doctor."
"Oh…"
(a/n: just had to add that in there. Sorry, it has no real purpose)
…
The boys made it through the day slowly. In Divination, their last class for the day, they got a shock.
Professor Trelawney was trying to teach them how to communicate through their thoughts. She walked around the room and managed to 'tell you what you were thinking.'
Lavender was thinking about her boyfriend.
"Surprise surprise, that's a totally logical guess. Lavender's always thinking about snogging her boyfriend," Harry whispered to Ron.
Pavarti was worried about her make-up, Neville was worried about breaking something valuable.
"How does she do it?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"You are worried about death my friend." She said to Ron in her mistiest voice.
The class fell silent.
"Isn't that supposed to be Harry?" they whispered. "Maybe he's worried about Harry's death."
"The death of someone dear to you, someone you love."
"Oooh" Pavarti and Lavender whispered, "He's in love!" "That's so sweet!" "She's dying!" "It's so romantic!"
Harry glared at them and they quieted down.
Ron was pale. His freckles stood out and his fiery hair seemed to glow against his sallow skin. When the professor finally moved on, Ron turned to Harry, still pale. "So, how'd she do that?" But Harry didn't get a chance to answer because Professor McGonagall walked in at that precise moment.
"I need to see potter and Weasley." She said stiffly, "and you shouldn't have so much smoke and incense in here. Any student with asthma or other breathing troubles could have serious problems.
"Please, I was about to send the boys to you. No one will be injured by this fog, and it helps the inner eye."
Right on cue, Neville Longbottom broke into a coughing fit. Minerva McGonagall arched her eyebrows in an all knowing way, giving the Divination teacher an indescribably scary look. The three boys and Professor McGonagall made their way to the infirmary. Upon arriving, Neville left their group.
"Boys, I understand that you both know of Miss. Granger's, er, condition."
"Yes."
"Well, her condition has worsened severely… She almost di-"
"Don't say it. She didn't so don't say it!" Ron screamed.
"Mr. Weasley, I need to ask you to remain calm if you want to see her."
Ron shut his mouth and stood still as a statue the minute he found out he might see his Hermione.
"How is she doing now professor?" Harry asked timidly.
"She's doing much better. She's very weak and tired, but we've decided that the two of you and her parents may come visit. Sadly, her parents cannot get here. Now, before I let you two see her, you have to promise that you will not get her worried, excited, or anything else that could endanger her in her present position."
"Yes Professor… we promise, don't we Ron?"
"Yes, we promise. Can I see her now?"
"Yes you may. She's in the same place as when she was petrified…"
A/N: dudes who reviewed rock! I love reviews; they make or break a day so please review! If I could break 100, I'd be so overcome with happiness that I might just do something drastic… like write a long chapter. lol Sorry that the last one was so short, ya see, I had some writers block. It's hopefully gone now that I talked to Erin. ALSO! VERY IMPORTANT! On that list I made in the last chapter (the worlds best guys) I forgot someone: Mamoru! Chiba Mamoru from Sailor Moon!!!!! Ahh! Forgive me for forgetting you Mamo-chan!
Warning: depression dead ahead.
Remember! I warned you that this was a sad fic. I warned it over and over again. If you don't like sad, than I suggest you don't read this story.
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Ron and Hermione spent that day together. They walked aimlessly around the grounds after breakfast, visited Hagrid fro lunch, and sat by the lake in the early afternoon. They returned to the common room happier than anyone had ever seen them. Happily both Ron and Hermione ignored the comments about where they may or may not have been and what they were doing there.
"This," Hermione thought, "is what it's supposed to be like. No one has been feeling sorry for me, no one badgering me about being sick. Just having a fun, relaxing, and semi-romantic day with Ron."
They laughed and joked with Harry before going to the Great Hall for dinner.
"Ugh," Hermione said when the food appeared, "it's all meat!"
"So?" asked Ron, "What's wrong with meat?"
"Nothing really, except that it came from poor mistreated animals who-"
"So this is like a spew thing?"
"NO! Ron, I've been a vegetarian since I was ten! I can't believe you didn't know that!"
Ron blushed, deeply embarrassed. Yet, I didn't really matter to Hermione because he was acting like himself. Besides, a day without a row for them would be quite unusual. She quickly changed the subject for his comfort. She asked how much they'd studied for their OWLs.
"Hermione! It's a long ways away! We have plenty of time to study later."
"Ron, they're only a few months away."
She turned and said to Ginny,
"He is a heavy eater of beef. Me thinks it doth harm to his wit."
At this ginny erupted into a fit of giggles, but Ron was less amused.
"What was that?" he demanded.
"Calm down Ron, its Shakespeare… which play was that in? Oh, I can't believe I'd forget, it's my favorite line… You do know who Shakespeare is, don't you?"
"Yes I know who Shakespeare is, he's a bloody git that's who he is."
Ginny groaned, "And off he goes!"
"How can you say that? He's fantastic!"
"He's a stuck up moron who can't write for beans and-"
Ginny interrupted, "Ron never got along with uncle Will."
"*Uncle* Will?" Hermione asked.
"Well, Hermione, wizards do live longer than muggles. You do know that right?" Ron said, mocking her.
"Uncle Will," Ginny continued, "was Ron's least favorite uncle. He was rich and didn't…er… help out." She blushed deeply.
"He helped out!" Ron interrupted, "where Bill was involved. He didn't give a rat's ass about the rest of us though."
"Bill was named after Uncle Will and Uncle Will favored him."
Ron snorted.
The rest of dinner went by rather quietly, but Hermione and Ron made up in the common room right after. Ron didn't want to fight, and neither did Hermione.
For three weeks they kept up their mushy habits. They would kiss goodnight, away from spying eyes. They held hands and hardly ever fought, when they did fight they made up in an instant. It was a relief for the, all their classmates, and their teachers. Hermione was scared; things were too good to be true. She was feeling more tired lately, weaker, sicker.
Yet, as it always is, when things are at their best… along comes the worst.
…
Monday morning, Potions, first period
"Harry, where's Hermione? I haven't seen her yet."
"Me either, I had quidditch practice and I hadn't seen you two. I assumed you were together"
"SILENCE," Snape hissed from the front of the classroom. He scanned the room from back to front, ending at the empty space next between Harry and Ron.
"Where," he asked them, "is Ms. Granger?"
"I don't know sir, we were just discussing where she might be." Said Harry.
"When did you last see her?" Snape asked Ron.
"I haven't seen her all morning, I over slept and missed breakfast. I assumed I'd see her on my way to class."
The professor cursed under his breath and turned to the fireplace.
"Minerva," he called so that only the front row of students could hear. Professor McGonagall's face appeared.
"What is it Severus? I'm in the middle of a class!"
"So am I, Miss Granger has not shown up and her friends have not seen her since last night."
"I'll go get Poppy, thank you."
And her face disappeared. Snape began to yell out the ingredients for the potion they were to assemble.
"What's going on?" Ron demanded.
"10 points from Gryffendor. Don't interrupt me."
"WHAT IS GOING ON?" Ron demanded with more force, "WHERE'S HERMIONE?"
"ANOTHER 10 points Mr. Weasley!"
"Professor, can you please tell us where Hermione is?" Harry tried.
"No, Mr. Potter. If you are to be told than you will find out as the headmaster sees fit." With that, Snape continued his lesson.
The second that their double period was over, Harry and Ron bolted out the door. They had Herbology next and took the "long way" to get there. They ran straight to the infirmary where Madame Pomfrey stopped them at the door.
"What is going on?" she asked them, "There is no running here, and why aren't you on your way to class."
"We're here… to find… Hermione…" They panted.
"Oh…" she started, her face drained of all color. "I'm afraid that's impossible."
"Why? What happened? Where is she? What's wrong? Is she okay?" Ron fired off his questions.
"I can't answer that Mr. Weasley. Now if you'll please wait a moment I will write you a pass. Where are you headed?"
"Herbology," Harry answered.
"I'm not leaving" was all Ron would say.
"Mr. Weasley, you cannot miss class because a friend is ill."
"I'm not leaving until I see her, or at least get a good reason for why I can't."
"Fine, I will give you the reason because you must go to class. No one is to know what happened. Please tell all who ask that she fainted from malnutrition and will be fine soon. She cannot be seen because she is in the company of Dr. Figgs."
"Isn't she that… that medi-witch researcher who does all that work on incurable problems?" asked Ron.
"Yes, she is. Hermione is one of her patients. I don't know if you are aware of Hermione's condition, but I for one cannot speak of it."
"I know what's wrong with her, but…"
"Come on Ron, we really do need to get to class. Hermione'll want our notes."
…
"Dr. Figgs… where have I hears that name?" Harry muttered.
"She's pretty famous Harry. Mad expensive to see her too. I don't know where you'd hear of her thought. You're probably just thinking of that lady who babysat you. Didn't you say her name was Mrs. Figgs?"
"Mrs. Figg, but that's not it…. Oh… now I remember."
"Shat is it?"
"She's the doctor who's working on a cure for crustaceous curse victims."
"Yeah, she does all sorts of anti-curses and other medical cures."
"She's the Longbottoms's doctor."
"Oh…"
(a/n: just had to add that in there. Sorry, it has no real purpose)
…
The boys made it through the day slowly. In Divination, their last class for the day, they got a shock.
Professor Trelawney was trying to teach them how to communicate through their thoughts. She walked around the room and managed to 'tell you what you were thinking.'
Lavender was thinking about her boyfriend.
"Surprise surprise, that's a totally logical guess. Lavender's always thinking about snogging her boyfriend," Harry whispered to Ron.
Pavarti was worried about her make-up, Neville was worried about breaking something valuable.
"How does she do it?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"You are worried about death my friend." She said to Ron in her mistiest voice.
The class fell silent.
"Isn't that supposed to be Harry?" they whispered. "Maybe he's worried about Harry's death."
"The death of someone dear to you, someone you love."
"Oooh" Pavarti and Lavender whispered, "He's in love!" "That's so sweet!" "She's dying!" "It's so romantic!"
Harry glared at them and they quieted down.
Ron was pale. His freckles stood out and his fiery hair seemed to glow against his sallow skin. When the professor finally moved on, Ron turned to Harry, still pale. "So, how'd she do that?" But Harry didn't get a chance to answer because Professor McGonagall walked in at that precise moment.
"I need to see potter and Weasley." She said stiffly, "and you shouldn't have so much smoke and incense in here. Any student with asthma or other breathing troubles could have serious problems.
"Please, I was about to send the boys to you. No one will be injured by this fog, and it helps the inner eye."
Right on cue, Neville Longbottom broke into a coughing fit. Minerva McGonagall arched her eyebrows in an all knowing way, giving the Divination teacher an indescribably scary look. The three boys and Professor McGonagall made their way to the infirmary. Upon arriving, Neville left their group.
"Boys, I understand that you both know of Miss. Granger's, er, condition."
"Yes."
"Well, her condition has worsened severely… She almost di-"
"Don't say it. She didn't so don't say it!" Ron screamed.
"Mr. Weasley, I need to ask you to remain calm if you want to see her."
Ron shut his mouth and stood still as a statue the minute he found out he might see his Hermione.
"How is she doing now professor?" Harry asked timidly.
"She's doing much better. She's very weak and tired, but we've decided that the two of you and her parents may come visit. Sadly, her parents cannot get here. Now, before I let you two see her, you have to promise that you will not get her worried, excited, or anything else that could endanger her in her present position."
"Yes Professor… we promise, don't we Ron?"
"Yes, we promise. Can I see her now?"
"Yes you may. She's in the same place as when she was petrified…"
