CHAPTER 4
Disclaimer: Not mine!
A/N: I was thinking of taking the story down because of the many stupid mistakes I made in earlier chapters, but you can look past them.right?
My head ached, and felt as if thousands of tiny hammers were pounding it from the inside.
So much pain. I decided not to open my eyes, stay like this. Was I alive? I was. The sound of Harry's voice reminded me.
"Draco, I don't know why, but I have a feeling that this is because of you and me. Us."
"But, Harry, what does this have to do with us?"
Ron sensed tension in the room. There was a pause.
"I don't know, I just don't know. Somehow, all I know is that a week is a long time to be in a coma."
I couldn't believe it. A week? I didn't realise how sick I must have been before the accident. Draco's voice sounded desperate.
"But, Harry, I don't know what I would do without you. Harry I need you. Please."
Harry paused, and then said in a concerned tone,
"Don't you understand? Ron could've died."
I heard footsteps, and then the large wooden door close. All was silent. I didn't open my eyes for a long time. I didn't want anyone to see the tears. I need Harry to need me, that's all I have to hold onto. Soon the door opened again, and another person entered the room. This person's footsteps were softer, more feminine.
I opened my eyes, the bright lights hurt my eyes, so I closed them again, then slowly opened them and became accustomed to the light.
The girl was a very happy Hermione.
"Ron! I found the solution to the spell! I know what to do!"
For the first time in a long time the weight seemed to lift from my heart.
"So. what is it? I'll do anything."
"It's simple, Ron. It says here that all you have to do is tell him the truth!"
It seemed too simple. "And?"
"That's it!"
It's funny. I finally have the power to break the spell, but I don't know if I should.
Well, I decided that even if he wasn't going to know why he loved that boy so much, he should at least know how I felt about him. Tonight, I decided, as I walked to the library to meet him. I came over to Harry and sat down beside him, close to the fire. "Need some help with anything Ron?"
Ron hesitated. Oh god, if only he knew. "Well, what is it then?"
"We've been friends for a while now Harry?" Harry face changed from an expression of anticipation to confusion.
"Um, yes. No need to state the obvious."
"Yes, well if there was something important, like. a secret, you wouldn't tell anyone, would you?"
Harry looked slightly offended. "No, of course not."
I didn't know what to say. The words choked in my mouth and I fidgeted in my lap.
"Well. um. I don't know how to tell you this."
I felt my cheeks get hot and I started blush. "Come on Ron, you know you can trust me."
God, I hope I can.
"Well, it's just that, um.."
Before I could even finish my sentence someone entered the room. It was Malfoy. The blond boy moved across to Harry, where he comfortably sat on his partner's lap, a small smile on his face.
"Hello Ron, feeling better?"
"Well yes, thanks Malfoy."
I hated this. For that bastard to go around pretending that my best friend was in love with him, well that was just wrong. It was fake, all fake, and he needed to know it. The longer this went on, the more heartbroken Harry would be. The sadder I would be to see him like that. I had to tell him, and I would.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
A/N: I was thinking of taking the story down because of the many stupid mistakes I made in earlier chapters, but you can look past them.right?
My head ached, and felt as if thousands of tiny hammers were pounding it from the inside.
So much pain. I decided not to open my eyes, stay like this. Was I alive? I was. The sound of Harry's voice reminded me.
"Draco, I don't know why, but I have a feeling that this is because of you and me. Us."
"But, Harry, what does this have to do with us?"
Ron sensed tension in the room. There was a pause.
"I don't know, I just don't know. Somehow, all I know is that a week is a long time to be in a coma."
I couldn't believe it. A week? I didn't realise how sick I must have been before the accident. Draco's voice sounded desperate.
"But, Harry, I don't know what I would do without you. Harry I need you. Please."
Harry paused, and then said in a concerned tone,
"Don't you understand? Ron could've died."
I heard footsteps, and then the large wooden door close. All was silent. I didn't open my eyes for a long time. I didn't want anyone to see the tears. I need Harry to need me, that's all I have to hold onto. Soon the door opened again, and another person entered the room. This person's footsteps were softer, more feminine.
I opened my eyes, the bright lights hurt my eyes, so I closed them again, then slowly opened them and became accustomed to the light.
The girl was a very happy Hermione.
"Ron! I found the solution to the spell! I know what to do!"
For the first time in a long time the weight seemed to lift from my heart.
"So. what is it? I'll do anything."
"It's simple, Ron. It says here that all you have to do is tell him the truth!"
It seemed too simple. "And?"
"That's it!"
It's funny. I finally have the power to break the spell, but I don't know if I should.
Well, I decided that even if he wasn't going to know why he loved that boy so much, he should at least know how I felt about him. Tonight, I decided, as I walked to the library to meet him. I came over to Harry and sat down beside him, close to the fire. "Need some help with anything Ron?"
Ron hesitated. Oh god, if only he knew. "Well, what is it then?"
"We've been friends for a while now Harry?" Harry face changed from an expression of anticipation to confusion.
"Um, yes. No need to state the obvious."
"Yes, well if there was something important, like. a secret, you wouldn't tell anyone, would you?"
Harry looked slightly offended. "No, of course not."
I didn't know what to say. The words choked in my mouth and I fidgeted in my lap.
"Well. um. I don't know how to tell you this."
I felt my cheeks get hot and I started blush. "Come on Ron, you know you can trust me."
God, I hope I can.
"Well, it's just that, um.."
Before I could even finish my sentence someone entered the room. It was Malfoy. The blond boy moved across to Harry, where he comfortably sat on his partner's lap, a small smile on his face.
"Hello Ron, feeling better?"
"Well yes, thanks Malfoy."
I hated this. For that bastard to go around pretending that my best friend was in love with him, well that was just wrong. It was fake, all fake, and he needed to know it. The longer this went on, the more heartbroken Harry would be. The sadder I would be to see him like that. I had to tell him, and I would.