When Harry and Ginny had arrived up stairs, Ron had told them a very
unconvincing story about how she had gone all-ballistic on him and he had
had to do something drastic, so he stunned her. This however was a
complicated spell, of which Ron had to still learn the basic pronunciation
and wand movements. Both Harry and Ginny knew this.
But knowing Ron, they had silently agreed that this was probably not the time to be interrogating him. Hermione was, after all, hurt. From the looks of it, she had hit her head on the dresser. She was now bleeding a little, and probably had a concussion. So being the good friends they were, they stopped asking questions and took Hermione down to the Hospital Wing.
Upon arrival, Madam Pomfrey nearly hexed them since they had accidentally knocked over and broken/mixed an entire tray carrying Magical Medical Supplies. (Which everyone knew was very expensive.)
She wasn't peeved long enough however, not to notice Hermione in a state of semi-unconsciousness with a small trickle of blood running down the side of her face.
"What happened?" she immediately asked.
"Umm, she fainted." Replied Ron cautiously.
"Very well, very well. All of you out! She'll have to stay the night as it is and I don't want you disturbing her while I work."
Silently they all complied, inching out of the room.
*~*
The next day, Hermione had decided that having been knocked out gave her the chance to skip classes. This would give her time to analyze what had happened in her diary.
Dear Diary,
Holy Shit! Ron kissed me. I can't believe it. But what did it mean? Was it because he felt bad about making me cry? Making it only friendly. Not to be returned? Or was it because he actually likes me? Oh, I hope he likes me.
I mean, you know how hard it's been for me being just his friend when I've liked him ever since my 1st year. He never seemed to notice, no mater how much I would talk only to him, or how much I made I contact with him, or bent the rules a little just to help him with his homework. He thought I was just being a good friend.
But that's just the problem. He could never see me as more than just one of the guys. A friend. Then, in our 4th year he actually wanted to go to the Yule Ball with me. Granted, I was a last resort, but still, he wanted to go with me. And oh, how I hated having to go with Victor. Not that he was a bad guy or anything; it was just that I couldn't go with Ron because of him. UUUUUgh.
Then, I was actually glad I had went with Victor, because Ron was being such a prick about it, and that made me mad as ever. He (Ron I mean) actually had the indecency to expect me to wait and see if he or Harry had found dates, before I actually said yes to someone else.
Sorry, I kind of strayed off the subject. Anyway, form what I herd from Madam Pomfrey, Ron's been telling everyone that I fainted. Plain and simple. Nothing about how he had kissed me.
Does that mean he's embarrassed? If so, that means he was just being friendly. Oh I hope he wasn't. I really, really do.
Well, you and I both know what I have to do now.
Sincerely, `Mione
But knowing Ron, they had silently agreed that this was probably not the time to be interrogating him. Hermione was, after all, hurt. From the looks of it, she had hit her head on the dresser. She was now bleeding a little, and probably had a concussion. So being the good friends they were, they stopped asking questions and took Hermione down to the Hospital Wing.
Upon arrival, Madam Pomfrey nearly hexed them since they had accidentally knocked over and broken/mixed an entire tray carrying Magical Medical Supplies. (Which everyone knew was very expensive.)
She wasn't peeved long enough however, not to notice Hermione in a state of semi-unconsciousness with a small trickle of blood running down the side of her face.
"What happened?" she immediately asked.
"Umm, she fainted." Replied Ron cautiously.
"Very well, very well. All of you out! She'll have to stay the night as it is and I don't want you disturbing her while I work."
Silently they all complied, inching out of the room.
*~*
The next day, Hermione had decided that having been knocked out gave her the chance to skip classes. This would give her time to analyze what had happened in her diary.
Dear Diary,
Holy Shit! Ron kissed me. I can't believe it. But what did it mean? Was it because he felt bad about making me cry? Making it only friendly. Not to be returned? Or was it because he actually likes me? Oh, I hope he likes me.
I mean, you know how hard it's been for me being just his friend when I've liked him ever since my 1st year. He never seemed to notice, no mater how much I would talk only to him, or how much I made I contact with him, or bent the rules a little just to help him with his homework. He thought I was just being a good friend.
But that's just the problem. He could never see me as more than just one of the guys. A friend. Then, in our 4th year he actually wanted to go to the Yule Ball with me. Granted, I was a last resort, but still, he wanted to go with me. And oh, how I hated having to go with Victor. Not that he was a bad guy or anything; it was just that I couldn't go with Ron because of him. UUUUUgh.
Then, I was actually glad I had went with Victor, because Ron was being such a prick about it, and that made me mad as ever. He (Ron I mean) actually had the indecency to expect me to wait and see if he or Harry had found dates, before I actually said yes to someone else.
Sorry, I kind of strayed off the subject. Anyway, form what I herd from Madam Pomfrey, Ron's been telling everyone that I fainted. Plain and simple. Nothing about how he had kissed me.
Does that mean he's embarrassed? If so, that means he was just being friendly. Oh I hope he wasn't. I really, really do.
Well, you and I both know what I have to do now.
Sincerely, `Mione