Disclaimer: All places, characters and happenings from the original books belong to JK Rowling and it'd better stay that way since I know that if I would have written those books, they wouldn't be this good.
Author's note: Uh-oh... next chapter up already! I'm concentrating on this story right now.
Chapter 7 – St Mungo's Hospital
The first thing which Hermione saw when she woke up was a white wall. (A/N I suppose the walls in St Mungo's are white? Don't hate me just because I'm too lazy to look it up...) The room was empty.
Hey, I'm awake, she wanted to shout, but maybe that would have been a little cocky. But as if he could read her mind, a red-haired man stepped into the room. A man who seemed suspiciously familiar.
"Ron?!" She whispered.
He looked up.
"Welcome back" he said calmly.
"What are you doing here?!"
Stupid question, really. It was very obvious that he worked as a healer. But she was just so shocked. She'd thought she'd never see him again! He looked pretty much like when they had last met with his flaming red, pretty messy hair and all those freckles, but kind of... stronger.
"I work here. Well, let's see. How are you feeling?"
She just couldn't get it. They had gone through so much together and hadn't met in such a long time, but he acted like he didn't know her.
It was that stupid letter, a voice inside her said. Why did she have to write such things? Oh, she regretted it.
"How are you feeling?" he repeated.
She didn't really know. It didn't hurt anywhere, at least. She felt more confused.
"Okay" she said weekly.
"Great." He said and sounded in an affected cheery way. "We'll keep you for observation this night. If you need anything, just call the bell."
He was on his way out through the door when Hermione opened her mouth.
"Ron?"
He stopped and turned around.
"Have you got a minute?"
"Sure."
He closed the door, but didn't come closer. Hermione hesitated.
"You were found on the hill in Hogsmeade." Ron said when she still didn't say anything.
"What about the others?" she said, trying to sound naturally.
Ron hesitated.
"Dead" he whispered.
"Are you sure?" Hermione said stubbornly.
He nodded.
"Both of them?"
He sighed.
"Hermione, Draco was dead in that moment when the flash hit him. He wasn't suffering. It was Carmina Tartum." (A/N: Still sorry about that name...)
"I know" Hermione said.
"Well, you know, I'm really sorry for you. I am."
Her eyes were filled with tears. He sounded so honest...
"Draco proposed to me." She whispered and fingered at the ring.
Ron's face turned all pale. He opened the door.
"I have to go. Other patients are waiting..." he said and left.
"Well done, Granger!" Hermione muttered.
"Miss Granger?" a female healer said and entered the room.
Mrs Malfoy..., Hermione thought, but still answered in the affirmative when spoken to.
"We have got your test results."
"Are they good? I mean, may I check out today?"
"Yes, you are fine and will be leaving soon. But there's still one thing we'd like to tell you."
"What?!"
The healer walked over and sat down on Hermione's bed.
"Miss Granger, you are pregnant."
Author's note: Uh-oh... next chapter up already! I'm concentrating on this story right now.
Chapter 7 – St Mungo's Hospital
The first thing which Hermione saw when she woke up was a white wall. (A/N I suppose the walls in St Mungo's are white? Don't hate me just because I'm too lazy to look it up...) The room was empty.
Hey, I'm awake, she wanted to shout, but maybe that would have been a little cocky. But as if he could read her mind, a red-haired man stepped into the room. A man who seemed suspiciously familiar.
"Ron?!" She whispered.
He looked up.
"Welcome back" he said calmly.
"What are you doing here?!"
Stupid question, really. It was very obvious that he worked as a healer. But she was just so shocked. She'd thought she'd never see him again! He looked pretty much like when they had last met with his flaming red, pretty messy hair and all those freckles, but kind of... stronger.
"I work here. Well, let's see. How are you feeling?"
She just couldn't get it. They had gone through so much together and hadn't met in such a long time, but he acted like he didn't know her.
It was that stupid letter, a voice inside her said. Why did she have to write such things? Oh, she regretted it.
"How are you feeling?" he repeated.
She didn't really know. It didn't hurt anywhere, at least. She felt more confused.
"Okay" she said weekly.
"Great." He said and sounded in an affected cheery way. "We'll keep you for observation this night. If you need anything, just call the bell."
He was on his way out through the door when Hermione opened her mouth.
"Ron?"
He stopped and turned around.
"Have you got a minute?"
"Sure."
He closed the door, but didn't come closer. Hermione hesitated.
"You were found on the hill in Hogsmeade." Ron said when she still didn't say anything.
"What about the others?" she said, trying to sound naturally.
Ron hesitated.
"Dead" he whispered.
"Are you sure?" Hermione said stubbornly.
He nodded.
"Both of them?"
He sighed.
"Hermione, Draco was dead in that moment when the flash hit him. He wasn't suffering. It was Carmina Tartum." (A/N: Still sorry about that name...)
"I know" Hermione said.
"Well, you know, I'm really sorry for you. I am."
Her eyes were filled with tears. He sounded so honest...
"Draco proposed to me." She whispered and fingered at the ring.
Ron's face turned all pale. He opened the door.
"I have to go. Other patients are waiting..." he said and left.
"Well done, Granger!" Hermione muttered.
"Miss Granger?" a female healer said and entered the room.
Mrs Malfoy..., Hermione thought, but still answered in the affirmative when spoken to.
"We have got your test results."
"Are they good? I mean, may I check out today?"
"Yes, you are fine and will be leaving soon. But there's still one thing we'd like to tell you."
"What?!"
The healer walked over and sat down on Hermione's bed.
"Miss Granger, you are pregnant."