Disclaimer: The only character I own is the veelaand really that isn't much to be proud of.

Authors Note: This chapter is dedicated to Natalia and Matthew. I'm glad you guys like it!

Chapter six

Ron sat by Hermione in the Hospital wing, his shoulders slumped, head down. His usually bright cobalt eyes were dulled and lifeless that day. All he could do was sit in the hard plastic chair by his lovely-and almost lifeless-Hermione and replay the events of that wretched, wretched day.

Hermione fainting.taken to the hospital wing.poked and prodded while Madam Pomfrey and some of the Professors searched for an ailmentand then finally the discovery.

Ron was so relieved when Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey had told him they knew what she had. 'Now she can be cured! She'll be better in a couple of days!' he had thought to himself with so much joy. But no.she would not.

She had been poisoned.

Madam Pomfrey and the Headmaster had said she had the Mortalava Dectova inside of her. It was a poison crafted by dark magic whose function was to bring its victim a fever that slowly fried his brain, while slowing the heartbeat until it completely stopped.

There was no remedy.

If the potion kept working, as it was, she had about seven days left to live.

And now, there was his Hermione, who had never caused harm to anyone (unless of course rightfully deserved!), slowly dying a horrible death. Ron stroked back her hair from her face and sighed. Her cheeks were bright pink with fever, which contrasted greatly next to the snowy white sheets covering her.

Ron brought his hand to eyes to stop the tears that were falling from his eyes. 'How could this happen to her? WHY would this happen to her? Where is there a person so cruel?' he thought with grief. 'Oh Hermione, I would do anything f it would cure you! I'd take ten crutacious curses if only it would make you healthy again!'

Ron yanked at his scarlet hair in frustration. He knew that if someone were in Hermiones position, Hermione would try to find a cure. Ron just did not know where to start. He felt just as helpless as Hermione.

Sometimes, she would mumble in her feverish state. Ron thought it had to be the work of the fever slowly eating away at her brain.

As Ron was yanking at his hair, she began to mumble again. He pulled his hands out of his hair and strained his ears to listen to her words.

"The love you gave me.Nothing else can save me." And then her head fell limp and she stopped.

Those words made something click in Rons head. 'Where have I heard that before?' he asked himself. He sat pondering over her statement for a minute, and then he remembered, 'That horrid song I heard in her room in the summer!' Ron bitterly thought that her brain must have been coming up with random memories in her state. Ron then remembered the wonderful part of that daythe day Hermione had kissed him. Would she ever do that again?

He then thought of the words that followed the lyrics Hemione had spoken. He squeezed her hand gently and took them to heart.

"When you're gone, How can I even try to go on? When you're gone, though I try, How can I carry on?"

Suddenly Ron jumped up from his seat. He had to cure Hermione! He had to find a book or something that would help. 'But, if Dumbledore couldn't cure her, how can I?' he asked himself with doubt. Despite that string of logic, he decided he had to try. Maybe grief was driving him insane, but he decided he could not watch the love of his life slowly die before his eyes.

He kissed Hermiones forehead and whispered "I'll be back soon, love."

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Ron quickly walked through the halls, heading for the library. He wanted to get some books and then head back to Hermione as soon as possible.

As he turned a corner he suddenly heard a feminine voice say "Hello Ron!" He looked to his left and saw that the voice had come from Natalia, a seventh year Ravenclaw girl.

Natalia knew, as did the rest of the school that Hermione was practically on her deathbead. She herself was not very sad on hearing the news. Hermione had been in her way for a while, after all. Ron wasn't the most handsome fellow in Hogwartsyet she found something very appealing about him. And now, here was Rongrief strickenhe probably was not thinking straight.

'Yes' thought Natalia 'Perhaps he will succumb to my wishes.' After all, she was half veela.

"Oh Ron-" she began in a sing song voice, "-I'm so sorry for you. How are you really?" As she spoke she slowly made her way towards him and 'casually' laid a hand on his shoulder. She thought it felt quite muscular.

"I'm not so great, how would you be?" he asked rhetorically. He began to make his way to library again, but she stepped in front of him.

She tossed her long golden hair over he shoulder and looked straight into his eyes.

"Well" she breathed, "that would depend on who it was happening to-" and then she looked up at him seductively- " and, who would be there to comfort me." Then, she ran her hand down his chest. Ron looked at Natalia, shocked. Yes, she was beautiful-how could she not be with veela in her? But, she wasn't what he wanted. How could she even try that with him? He would have Hermione and know one else. He wasn't even tempted.

"Natalia, I'm sorry but just because Hermione is sick, doesn't mean I plan on doing things with other girls." He said while removing her hand from his body.

"Oh Ronnie, I just want to, um, get to know you better." She giggled and then continued.

She moved to his side and whispered in his ear "No one would have to know about it."

Ron looked at her with a bit of disgust."Don't even try it. I'm Hermione's and no one else's." Then, Ron turned and headed towards the library.

'How could he resist?' Natalia asked herself. Her charm and beauty had never before failed! Men just could not resist veela.

"That Ron was always a strange one" said Natalia.

A/N: I hope this chapter was okay! Chapter seven is coming up!