Somethings In This World Just Don't Make Sense
Chapter 6
Ron was furious. At his brothers. At Draco Malfoy. At the world. He threw the paper at Seamus and picked up his books. He propped them up under his arm and left. He stormed out of there, not even turning back when McGonagall called him.
He ran up to the hospital wing.
"Madam Pomfrey!" he called. A tall stout woman came out from behind a curtain and walked up quickly.
"Yes? What is it, Mr. Weasley?" she looked worried.
"I was wondering if I could have a visit with Ms.Margaret Smith. I was told she was here." Ron asked. Madam Pomfrey suddenly looked quite relived. She peered over her shoulder and sighed.
"Ms. Smith has asked for no visitors, but I'll ask her about you." she walked back behind the curtain she had just came out of and Ron heard whispers, a girlish gasp, and then Madam Pomfrey calling him to come there. He walked around to the other side of the curtain and sat on the edge of the bed. Madam Pomfrey left and as she did she pulled the curtain around to the other side. The girl that was sitting in the bed smiled.
"Hello, Ron." she said, the smile on the pink lips never faded. He looked up and smiled too.
"Hi, Ms. Smith." he said, shakey about useing her first name thugh she used his.
She laughed, "Please. Call me Margaret. Ms. Smith is my mother!" Ron put his hand down on the bed and laughed too. Margaret made the first move by setting her hand on top of his. She noticed a smile change on Ron's face.
"Thank you for trying to save my consert, Ron." she leaned in a bit. Ron shrugged.
"I just didn't want you to get hurt, though I my not have done my best." he motioned to her mended wrist that was still tingged with a light pink. She lifted it then laughed again.
"This?" she smiled. Ron nodded a solem-type nod. "This isn't your fault! I was trying to get to Charms and this Marcus Flint guy said, 'Malfoy wants you to be in the commonroom when he gets back from class' or something like that then he tried to get me to the dorms but I fell down the stairs. That's how I broke my wrist. He brought me here. Freaky, huh?" she leaned in towards him more.
"Yeah, freaky." he was boiling at Marcus but, feeling it might help, he leaned in towards Margaret the way she did to him. He looked into the green eyes that had enchanted him before. She looked into the brownish eyes that she had never noticed were so handsome. As they leaned in, Margaret's streaked hair fell slowly down her shoulders. They kept leaning until their noses almost touched, but they leaned in more. It was one of those moments where you know they're going to kiss, but it still makes your heart flutter when they do.
When their lips touched, Margaret turned a bright red and giggled a little. Ron just smiled and thought, Whoa. I've never gotten this close to a girl-and never thought I would-especially with this girl, but wasn't worried. Then they kissed. It was a long romantic kiss. Margaret ran her hands slowly through Ron's hair and Ron put his hands on her cheeks. When they released, they still were leaning, but they were far enough apart for them to still look deeply into each other's eyes. Margaret smiled. Ron dropped his hands and set them on top of her's which were now placed in front of her on the hospital bed.
"Oh my!" Madam Pomfrey said. Ron and Margaret looked up so fast you would have thought they should have gotten whip-lash, but they weren't what the 'Oh my' was all about.
Malfoy staggered in and fell. He was bleeding exceedingly in the left temple. Both of them were suprised as well as shocked. They looked at each other then back at the blonde boy on the floor beside them.
"The tree. The tree attacked me." he muttered and then he fainted. Ron knew what he meant by 'the tree attacked me'. He had to have been by the whomping willow. He looked back to Margaret. She looked back at him and smiled weakly.
"I think you might have to go." she said in a slightly sad voice. He nodded. Madam Pomfrey was busy hoisting the Slytherin on to a hospital bed.
"Mr. Weasley, you have to go." as she finally got the boy on the white linen bed. She pulled out her wand and muttered a spell. The cut stopped bleeding but she told him he'd have to stay over night. Ron graoned.
"Mr. Weasley!" Madam Pomfrey rushed. Margaret sighed and smiled at Ron weakley again. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and then he rushed out, wondering why Malfoy was close to the whomping willow...
Chapter 6
Ron was furious. At his brothers. At Draco Malfoy. At the world. He threw the paper at Seamus and picked up his books. He propped them up under his arm and left. He stormed out of there, not even turning back when McGonagall called him.
He ran up to the hospital wing.
"Madam Pomfrey!" he called. A tall stout woman came out from behind a curtain and walked up quickly.
"Yes? What is it, Mr. Weasley?" she looked worried.
"I was wondering if I could have a visit with Ms.Margaret Smith. I was told she was here." Ron asked. Madam Pomfrey suddenly looked quite relived. She peered over her shoulder and sighed.
"Ms. Smith has asked for no visitors, but I'll ask her about you." she walked back behind the curtain she had just came out of and Ron heard whispers, a girlish gasp, and then Madam Pomfrey calling him to come there. He walked around to the other side of the curtain and sat on the edge of the bed. Madam Pomfrey left and as she did she pulled the curtain around to the other side. The girl that was sitting in the bed smiled.
"Hello, Ron." she said, the smile on the pink lips never faded. He looked up and smiled too.
"Hi, Ms. Smith." he said, shakey about useing her first name thugh she used his.
She laughed, "Please. Call me Margaret. Ms. Smith is my mother!" Ron put his hand down on the bed and laughed too. Margaret made the first move by setting her hand on top of his. She noticed a smile change on Ron's face.
"Thank you for trying to save my consert, Ron." she leaned in a bit. Ron shrugged.
"I just didn't want you to get hurt, though I my not have done my best." he motioned to her mended wrist that was still tingged with a light pink. She lifted it then laughed again.
"This?" she smiled. Ron nodded a solem-type nod. "This isn't your fault! I was trying to get to Charms and this Marcus Flint guy said, 'Malfoy wants you to be in the commonroom when he gets back from class' or something like that then he tried to get me to the dorms but I fell down the stairs. That's how I broke my wrist. He brought me here. Freaky, huh?" she leaned in towards him more.
"Yeah, freaky." he was boiling at Marcus but, feeling it might help, he leaned in towards Margaret the way she did to him. He looked into the green eyes that had enchanted him before. She looked into the brownish eyes that she had never noticed were so handsome. As they leaned in, Margaret's streaked hair fell slowly down her shoulders. They kept leaning until their noses almost touched, but they leaned in more. It was one of those moments where you know they're going to kiss, but it still makes your heart flutter when they do.
When their lips touched, Margaret turned a bright red and giggled a little. Ron just smiled and thought, Whoa. I've never gotten this close to a girl-and never thought I would-especially with this girl, but wasn't worried. Then they kissed. It was a long romantic kiss. Margaret ran her hands slowly through Ron's hair and Ron put his hands on her cheeks. When they released, they still were leaning, but they were far enough apart for them to still look deeply into each other's eyes. Margaret smiled. Ron dropped his hands and set them on top of her's which were now placed in front of her on the hospital bed.
"Oh my!" Madam Pomfrey said. Ron and Margaret looked up so fast you would have thought they should have gotten whip-lash, but they weren't what the 'Oh my' was all about.
Malfoy staggered in and fell. He was bleeding exceedingly in the left temple. Both of them were suprised as well as shocked. They looked at each other then back at the blonde boy on the floor beside them.
"The tree. The tree attacked me." he muttered and then he fainted. Ron knew what he meant by 'the tree attacked me'. He had to have been by the whomping willow. He looked back to Margaret. She looked back at him and smiled weakly.
"I think you might have to go." she said in a slightly sad voice. He nodded. Madam Pomfrey was busy hoisting the Slytherin on to a hospital bed.
"Mr. Weasley, you have to go." as she finally got the boy on the white linen bed. She pulled out her wand and muttered a spell. The cut stopped bleeding but she told him he'd have to stay over night. Ron graoned.
"Mr. Weasley!" Madam Pomfrey rushed. Margaret sighed and smiled at Ron weakley again. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and then he rushed out, wondering why Malfoy was close to the whomping willow...