You people just keep inflating my over-inflated head with all your nice reviews...
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The exams were still far away, but Hermione exhausted herself with work. She had fallen behind because of all the thoughts about Ron. She only woke up to go to class and work; Harry was worried about the constant tension on her face and her haggard appearance.
She woke up early in the morning, before dawn, and fell asleep late at night. The house-elves cleaning her dormitory always found drops of wax on her sheets, because Hermione now always worked under her blankets, in candlelight. She was too afraid to venture down into the common room, in case she met Ron.
One day, at break, after she almost fell asleep in Transfiguration and Professor McGonagall had stared beadily at her, as she tried to stifle her yawns, she made her way into the grounds, all carpeted in snow.
Christmas was approaching and she wondered vaguely what she should get Harry and Ron, as she mused on the possibilities and relaxed for the first time in weeks, a lone figure made his way towards her.
She didn't notice until Ron sprawled next to her.
"Hey Hermione, long time no see" Ron said cheerfully
"I've been busy," she answered curtly, and making an excuse about more work, started to get up.
"Wait," Ron laid a detaining hand on her arm and she inadvertly stiffened, "What's wrong with you? Why are you always running? Are you scared of me?"
Hermione tossed her head, "Don't be silly, of course not." She answered in a fakely casual voice.
"Then stay" Ron said. She settled uneasily on the bench
Ron made some attempts at talking, but Hermione usually stayed silent or answered in one-word answers. He gave up and there was silence.
Hermione looked at the crystals hanging on the trees and the powdery snow on the ground and soon forgot about Ron...until he pulled her to her feet.
"Ron, what are you doing?" she demanded
"Hermione, I'm tired of being just friends..." he gazed into her eyes, with an almost hypnotic affect. Hermione stayed silent.
He lifted his head and kissed her softly on her forehead, his lips slowly traveled down until they just touched hers...
Hermione suddenly seemed to realize where she was, and she wrenched herself away from Ron's grasp.
"What do you think you're doing?" she shouted. Ron stared, shocked. "What do you think you're doing?" she repeated, "Why do you keep trying to get close to me? Stay away from me!"
She turned on her heel and started to run in the direction of the castle, after a few meters, she stumbled and fell. The noise of her head hitting the ground reached Ron, he ran to her and kneeled beside her. "Hermione?" he shook her gently, "Hermione!" he repeated loudly, when she didn't react to his call, he fumbled in his pockets for his wand.
He swore when he couldn't find it, and swore again when he realized that he had left it up in the castle. Finding no other alternative, he picked Hermione up in his arms, cradling her like a baby and moved slowly towards the castle. At the gates, he got help and took Hermione to the hospital wing, where he explained to Madam Pomfrey, briefly, what had happened.
He stared with a worried expression as Madam Pomfrey pulled out her wand and muttered a spell. He grew more worried as the spell didn't seem to take any affect and Madam Pomfrey repeated it.
"What's wrong?" he asked when he couldn't bear it any longer, Madam Pomfrey turned to him with confusion on her face.
"It's not working...I know that it can sometimes happen that magic doesn't work on some wounds, but it's never happened to me..."
"Why?" asked Ron
"Because when a person doesn't want to get better, the magic is weak against the problem...was Ms Granger worried about something?" the matron stared at him.
Ron made an excuse about Hermione overworking herself and quickly drew attention back to her condition. "So when will she wake up?"
"I don't know," answered Matron helplessly, "I'll have to ask the Headmaster for help..."
"He'll do something, won't he?" asked Ron
"I hope so..." and Madam Pomfrey gestured him to leave, Ron left.
He went to find Harry, and explained to him what had happened. Harry grew concerned and the both went to the Hospital wing, but Madam Pomfrey turned them away at the door, "Professor Dumbledore is looking at her now, you can't see her."
No amount of pleading and entreaties from the two boys swayed her and they were soon walking back dejectedly to the common room. As they entered, their Gryffindor classmates surrounded them and were asking them for news about Hermione, whose accident they had heard about.
Ron explained as much as he could, carefully avoiding the reason why Hermione had run away from him in such a hurry...
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Did I do what you guys wanted? I hope you enjoyed this...
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The exams were still far away, but Hermione exhausted herself with work. She had fallen behind because of all the thoughts about Ron. She only woke up to go to class and work; Harry was worried about the constant tension on her face and her haggard appearance.
She woke up early in the morning, before dawn, and fell asleep late at night. The house-elves cleaning her dormitory always found drops of wax on her sheets, because Hermione now always worked under her blankets, in candlelight. She was too afraid to venture down into the common room, in case she met Ron.
One day, at break, after she almost fell asleep in Transfiguration and Professor McGonagall had stared beadily at her, as she tried to stifle her yawns, she made her way into the grounds, all carpeted in snow.
Christmas was approaching and she wondered vaguely what she should get Harry and Ron, as she mused on the possibilities and relaxed for the first time in weeks, a lone figure made his way towards her.
She didn't notice until Ron sprawled next to her.
"Hey Hermione, long time no see" Ron said cheerfully
"I've been busy," she answered curtly, and making an excuse about more work, started to get up.
"Wait," Ron laid a detaining hand on her arm and she inadvertly stiffened, "What's wrong with you? Why are you always running? Are you scared of me?"
Hermione tossed her head, "Don't be silly, of course not." She answered in a fakely casual voice.
"Then stay" Ron said. She settled uneasily on the bench
Ron made some attempts at talking, but Hermione usually stayed silent or answered in one-word answers. He gave up and there was silence.
Hermione looked at the crystals hanging on the trees and the powdery snow on the ground and soon forgot about Ron...until he pulled her to her feet.
"Ron, what are you doing?" she demanded
"Hermione, I'm tired of being just friends..." he gazed into her eyes, with an almost hypnotic affect. Hermione stayed silent.
He lifted his head and kissed her softly on her forehead, his lips slowly traveled down until they just touched hers...
Hermione suddenly seemed to realize where she was, and she wrenched herself away from Ron's grasp.
"What do you think you're doing?" she shouted. Ron stared, shocked. "What do you think you're doing?" she repeated, "Why do you keep trying to get close to me? Stay away from me!"
She turned on her heel and started to run in the direction of the castle, after a few meters, she stumbled and fell. The noise of her head hitting the ground reached Ron, he ran to her and kneeled beside her. "Hermione?" he shook her gently, "Hermione!" he repeated loudly, when she didn't react to his call, he fumbled in his pockets for his wand.
He swore when he couldn't find it, and swore again when he realized that he had left it up in the castle. Finding no other alternative, he picked Hermione up in his arms, cradling her like a baby and moved slowly towards the castle. At the gates, he got help and took Hermione to the hospital wing, where he explained to Madam Pomfrey, briefly, what had happened.
He stared with a worried expression as Madam Pomfrey pulled out her wand and muttered a spell. He grew more worried as the spell didn't seem to take any affect and Madam Pomfrey repeated it.
"What's wrong?" he asked when he couldn't bear it any longer, Madam Pomfrey turned to him with confusion on her face.
"It's not working...I know that it can sometimes happen that magic doesn't work on some wounds, but it's never happened to me..."
"Why?" asked Ron
"Because when a person doesn't want to get better, the magic is weak against the problem...was Ms Granger worried about something?" the matron stared at him.
Ron made an excuse about Hermione overworking herself and quickly drew attention back to her condition. "So when will she wake up?"
"I don't know," answered Matron helplessly, "I'll have to ask the Headmaster for help..."
"He'll do something, won't he?" asked Ron
"I hope so..." and Madam Pomfrey gestured him to leave, Ron left.
He went to find Harry, and explained to him what had happened. Harry grew concerned and the both went to the Hospital wing, but Madam Pomfrey turned them away at the door, "Professor Dumbledore is looking at her now, you can't see her."
No amount of pleading and entreaties from the two boys swayed her and they were soon walking back dejectedly to the common room. As they entered, their Gryffindor classmates surrounded them and were asking them for news about Hermione, whose accident they had heard about.
Ron explained as much as he could, carefully avoiding the reason why Hermione had run away from him in such a hurry...
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Did I do what you guys wanted? I hope you enjoyed this...