POTTY WEE POTTER
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 18
Hermione sat in the chair beside the bed when Harry arrived. She was not asleep but she looked like she should be. Flowers and chocolates from various people (Harry could make out tags from Tonks and Neville) scattered the bedside table and Ron's bed sheet had been recently changed.
"Is he going to be okay ?" Harry asked, making Hermione jump but not look up.
"Yeah, He'll be fine."
"You should get some sleep,"
"I suppose I should," And with that Hermione stood up. Harry could tell she had not moved since she had arrived. She winced slightly as she stood but did not leave, Instead she lurched over and hugged Harry. It was a long and embracing hug that reminded Harry of his sixth year. But then, in that year they had done more than hugged. Harry placed his head on her shoulder and stared at Ron. Suddenly he stared back.
"The first moment I look like I might be done for and you try and steal Hermione." Ron said in a mocking voice. Hermione ran to him. They hugged, and then they kissed.
"I thought you'd never wake," Hermione said through tears. Ron smiled then turned to Harry.
"Did you get him ?" Harry was confused for a minute then replied.
"Yes, we killed the assassin."
"No, did you kill Malfoy ?" Hermione head too twisted toward Harry, she however had heard the news.
"No, he's on his way to Azkaban," Harry paused, "How did you know ?"
"Just a dream," Ron muttered, " Just a dream."
THE END
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 18
Hermione sat in the chair beside the bed when Harry arrived. She was not asleep but she looked like she should be. Flowers and chocolates from various people (Harry could make out tags from Tonks and Neville) scattered the bedside table and Ron's bed sheet had been recently changed.
"Is he going to be okay ?" Harry asked, making Hermione jump but not look up.
"Yeah, He'll be fine."
"You should get some sleep,"
"I suppose I should," And with that Hermione stood up. Harry could tell she had not moved since she had arrived. She winced slightly as she stood but did not leave, Instead she lurched over and hugged Harry. It was a long and embracing hug that reminded Harry of his sixth year. But then, in that year they had done more than hugged. Harry placed his head on her shoulder and stared at Ron. Suddenly he stared back.
"The first moment I look like I might be done for and you try and steal Hermione." Ron said in a mocking voice. Hermione ran to him. They hugged, and then they kissed.
"I thought you'd never wake," Hermione said through tears. Ron smiled then turned to Harry.
"Did you get him ?" Harry was confused for a minute then replied.
"Yes, we killed the assassin."
"No, did you kill Malfoy ?" Hermione head too twisted toward Harry, she however had heard the news.
"No, he's on his way to Azkaban," Harry paused, "How did you know ?"
"Just a dream," Ron muttered, " Just a dream."
THE END