Long time no see-here's my update...
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A dreary week passed in the castle, at least for Ron and Harry.
Ron, eaten up with guilt, had confided in Harry on what had happened in the snow that day. Madame Pomfrey still refused to let them in until the next Hogsmeade visit, because most of the students would be away in the village and there would be no gawking spectators.
"Maybe you two can do something." She said when they came.
Harry had convinced Ron that it wasn't his fault and he had to come, for Hermione's sake. Him and Harry perched awkwardly on the side of her bed and Harry took one of her hands, he nodded at Ron who sat there, scared and ill at ease. Ron took her other hand.
"Hermione" whispered Harry, "Please wake up, there's nothing wrong with you...you just have to get up." Ron stayed silent.
Ron was quiet throughout the visit, Harry kept on a up-lifting prattle, giving Hermione 10 million reasons that she had to wake up...Ron noticed that his name wasn't mentioned-He wanted to get out of there. Madame Pomfrey let them stay a bit longer than usual, because watching behind a curtain, the sight of two boys around their best friend, trying to wake her up, made her pity them.
When they left the hospital wing silently, but before they turned into the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry turned to Ron, "Why didn't you say anything?"
Ron replied brusquely, "There was nothing to say..." he turned to the painting of the Fat Lady.
Harry grabbed his arm, "Ron...denial is not going to help her now...you have to talk to her-you know that she'll listen to you."
Ron sighed heavily, "Harry...I got her into this mess, but I can't get her out because she doesn't want to get out...I can't do anything." He shrugged off his arm and left Harry staring at the open portrait hole.
Dinner that night was silent between Harry and Ron, the rest of the school shouted and happily discussed the day's happenings. Neville even inquired if Harry and Ron had fought. When he worked out that he was being ignored, he continued his discussion with Seamus on whether wizards could counterfeit galleons and sickles.
When it was time for bed, the rest of the dormitory fell asleep quickly, exhausted by their day but Harry and Ron lay silent, staring at the canopies on their beds. Soon after Ron heard the bell toll twice, he heard the steady breathing coming from behind Harry's curtain. He sighed, twisting and turning to find a better position.
His mind reluctantly went back to that day in the fields. He remembered kissing Hermione's forehead and the sudden pressure when she had pushed him away...he had been almost sure that Hermione had liked him, but her expression after that kiss had blown away any ideas of affection. He kicked himself for going out in the grounds that afternoon and now Hermione lay in the hospital wing, stubbornly denying the magic that was supposed to help her, all because she was scared of him. He knew this for a fact, because her hand had stiffened when he had held it that morning.
Now what? What was he supposed to do? Harry told him to talk to her...now that he thought about it, it wasn't such a bad idea...but he had to talk to her alone.
He knew that there was no time...before he lost his courage. He got up and rummaged softly in Harry's trunk for his invisibility cloak. He reminded himself that Harry had given him permission to borrow it without asking, his conscious still twinged though.
His socks slipped slightly as he walked over the highly polished tiles, he came to the hospital wing with no incident and slipped quietly inside. He glided silently to Hermione's bed. He sat on the edge and then gripped her hand again-they stiffened again- and leaned down.
"Hermione" he whispered in her ear -she stirred slightly- "Hermione, I'm sorry. I should never have tried to kiss you. I typically mis-read our friendship."
He paused for a moment, listening for anything. When there was silence, he continued, "But your friendship IS important to me, I don't want to do anything to mess it up...your friendship is important to a lot of people, Harry is almost losing his mind because you won't wake up...Hermione, I know you can hear me. Just wake up, that's all I ask from our friendship...I won't ever bother you again, you'll be my friend again..."
Ron paused again; surprised to find he was choking up, he gripped Hermione's hand harder, "...just wake up."
Hermione shuddered violently then lay still, Ron noticed a tear slipping out from underneath her eyelid. He was about to shake her when his attention was drawn to a light coming on nearby. He threw on the cloak and ran out.
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Sorry about that long delay, school is taking up all my brains-I can't write anymore! I hope you liked it though...I will try to update more often. Thanx to those who reviewed when I had stopped writing. Also thanx to Pottermad1 who convinced me carry on this story.
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A dreary week passed in the castle, at least for Ron and Harry.
Ron, eaten up with guilt, had confided in Harry on what had happened in the snow that day. Madame Pomfrey still refused to let them in until the next Hogsmeade visit, because most of the students would be away in the village and there would be no gawking spectators.
"Maybe you two can do something." She said when they came.
Harry had convinced Ron that it wasn't his fault and he had to come, for Hermione's sake. Him and Harry perched awkwardly on the side of her bed and Harry took one of her hands, he nodded at Ron who sat there, scared and ill at ease. Ron took her other hand.
"Hermione" whispered Harry, "Please wake up, there's nothing wrong with you...you just have to get up." Ron stayed silent.
Ron was quiet throughout the visit, Harry kept on a up-lifting prattle, giving Hermione 10 million reasons that she had to wake up...Ron noticed that his name wasn't mentioned-He wanted to get out of there. Madame Pomfrey let them stay a bit longer than usual, because watching behind a curtain, the sight of two boys around their best friend, trying to wake her up, made her pity them.
When they left the hospital wing silently, but before they turned into the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry turned to Ron, "Why didn't you say anything?"
Ron replied brusquely, "There was nothing to say..." he turned to the painting of the Fat Lady.
Harry grabbed his arm, "Ron...denial is not going to help her now...you have to talk to her-you know that she'll listen to you."
Ron sighed heavily, "Harry...I got her into this mess, but I can't get her out because she doesn't want to get out...I can't do anything." He shrugged off his arm and left Harry staring at the open portrait hole.
Dinner that night was silent between Harry and Ron, the rest of the school shouted and happily discussed the day's happenings. Neville even inquired if Harry and Ron had fought. When he worked out that he was being ignored, he continued his discussion with Seamus on whether wizards could counterfeit galleons and sickles.
When it was time for bed, the rest of the dormitory fell asleep quickly, exhausted by their day but Harry and Ron lay silent, staring at the canopies on their beds. Soon after Ron heard the bell toll twice, he heard the steady breathing coming from behind Harry's curtain. He sighed, twisting and turning to find a better position.
His mind reluctantly went back to that day in the fields. He remembered kissing Hermione's forehead and the sudden pressure when she had pushed him away...he had been almost sure that Hermione had liked him, but her expression after that kiss had blown away any ideas of affection. He kicked himself for going out in the grounds that afternoon and now Hermione lay in the hospital wing, stubbornly denying the magic that was supposed to help her, all because she was scared of him. He knew this for a fact, because her hand had stiffened when he had held it that morning.
Now what? What was he supposed to do? Harry told him to talk to her...now that he thought about it, it wasn't such a bad idea...but he had to talk to her alone.
He knew that there was no time...before he lost his courage. He got up and rummaged softly in Harry's trunk for his invisibility cloak. He reminded himself that Harry had given him permission to borrow it without asking, his conscious still twinged though.
His socks slipped slightly as he walked over the highly polished tiles, he came to the hospital wing with no incident and slipped quietly inside. He glided silently to Hermione's bed. He sat on the edge and then gripped her hand again-they stiffened again- and leaned down.
"Hermione" he whispered in her ear -she stirred slightly- "Hermione, I'm sorry. I should never have tried to kiss you. I typically mis-read our friendship."
He paused for a moment, listening for anything. When there was silence, he continued, "But your friendship IS important to me, I don't want to do anything to mess it up...your friendship is important to a lot of people, Harry is almost losing his mind because you won't wake up...Hermione, I know you can hear me. Just wake up, that's all I ask from our friendship...I won't ever bother you again, you'll be my friend again..."
Ron paused again; surprised to find he was choking up, he gripped Hermione's hand harder, "...just wake up."
Hermione shuddered violently then lay still, Ron noticed a tear slipping out from underneath her eyelid. He was about to shake her when his attention was drawn to a light coming on nearby. He threw on the cloak and ran out.
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Sorry about that long delay, school is taking up all my brains-I can't write anymore! I hope you liked it though...I will try to update more often. Thanx to those who reviewed when I had stopped writing. Also thanx to Pottermad1 who convinced me carry on this story.