Chapter 6 – Don't Cry For Me

Ron's POV

I saw her there, on the cold; tile, floor and I broke down.

"HARRY!" I managed to yell between sobs. Somehow I knew this was our fault. I knew my Hermione was bleeding because of us. I picked up her body and cried into her shoulder. I heard footsteps behind me and knew it was Harry.

"Oh my god...HERMIONE!" Harry yelled.
"We have to get her to the hospital wing now!" said Harry. I looked up at him, he was right. For all I knew she was probably dieing in his arms.

We ran out of the dorm. The portrait called after us but I didn't care what that stupid lady was saying. I was running as fast as my legs would take me. I knew I loved Hermione but I never really noticed how much until now.

"Oh god please Hermione" I whispered into the air. I saw coming up the turn with large, leather-bound, books in his hands.

"Don't give me any shit Malfoy..Not now!" I yelled at him, but I saw something different in his eyes. He instantly dropped his books.

"She did it again! She promised!" he yelled. "I'm coming with you" I didn't want to argue right now; all I wanted was to get her to Pomfrey.

Harry's POV

I didn't know what Malfoy was talking about, and I didn't care. When we got to the hospital wing I bashed open the door. "HELP!" I yelled and a sleepy looking witch rushed over to us.

"What happened to her boys" Madame Pomfrey asked rather urgently.

"we don't know we found her like this in the bathroom" said Ron. Pomfrey glanced at Ron's robes and gave him a look that they could understand. Ron's robes were all covered in blood and we were with Malfoy... it was strange to her.

"Get her to a bed I will look her over." Ron walked over to the closest bed and set her down gently, kissed her forehead, and stepped away. She looked so peaceful but yet tortured. I couldn't help but feel responsible for what she did to herself. Ron and I thought we were doing a good thing...being away from Hermione...now we understood that it only brought her pain.

Ron walked over to the nearest chair and sat down. Malfoy was still in deep thought and I couldn't speak.

"See what we did Ron? By keeping away from her this is what we caused!" I said trying to calm myself. Before Ron could answer, Malfoy gave of a little chuckle and spoke.

"Of course this is your fault. I'll tell you this much Potty, when Hermione feels so alone that she has to confine in me...the something is off in your little "friendship"". Malfoy said coldly. I could see the anger building up inside Ron...and after Malfoy's words he exploded. He stood from his chair with such force that the chair beneath him flew back.

'WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT FRIENDSHIP.. ABOUT OUR FRIENDSHIP?? YOU WOULDN'T KNOW SHIT! YOU THINK YOU UNDERSTAND HERMIONE BETTER THEN US??? YOUR WRONG YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" cascades where now rolling down Ron's face. He wiped them back with his hand quickly and continued. "Don't for one minute think we don't care about our Hermione. Don't think we abandoned her. Don't think we are monsters Malfoy. We did what we had to." He walked back over to the comatose Hermione. It occurred to me that I didn't say a word for the past fifteen minutes.

"Look Malfoy...certain circumstances came up...dangerous circumstances. We could not put Hermione in jeopardy, even though we just did. If you truly care about Mione, like it looks like you do, please help us.

"Help you? How?" said Malfoy, obviously intrigued

"Help us protect her." Said Ron, still gazing at Hermione.

"exactly. Look after her. Please. Make sure nothing happens to her." I said, almost begging.

"baby-sit her, in other words...." Malfoy drifted off. "...fine. I will protect her. I will look after her. I will make sure no harm comes to her. But If you abandon her again...I swear I will kill you personally." With those words he excited the hospital wing,