Last Will and Testament(al)

Rolling Stone

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Chapter 2: Hospital Wing

"Harry, you're such a moron," Hermione hissed over a unconscious Ron. "You know the kind of stress he has been under these past few years. It's all he can do to act normal during school, let alone deal with you and your grand idea!"

Harry laughed, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger-"

"Don't you dare try to spit my own words back at me Harry James Potter!" Hermione snapped, "You know I said that to make you feel better." The candles in the Hospital wing flickered, leaving the people in the room rather uncomfortable and unnerved.

"Oh, and it did, it sure did. I feel great knowing that eventually, I am going to have to be murdered or murder, and I've already done one of those things!"

Hermione's jaw dropped at what Harry had said. He hadn't talked about what had happened last summer since, well last summer. This time, Hermione began again, except this time, much more tactfully. "Listen Harry, you know that was not a murder, it was self defense. And you cannot say that she did not deserve what she had coming to her. It's not like you tortured Bella, you may have wanted to. But the point is, it was kill or be killed. Clearly you were not ready to die then, so why should you be now? So you make out this will, thinking it's a great idea, and then you shock the be-Jesus out of Ron. How would you feel if your best friend wanted to date your sister? " Ginny, who had been sitting quietly next to Ron's bed looked up, yet said nothing. She knew this was going to get very personal.

"I'll never know, I never even had the chance to have a real sister." Harry spit out and then cracked a fake grin, "Oh wait, I've got some weird cross of a wife and a sister sitting right across from me."

"That's not fair Harry. I always look out for you, help you out, yet the minute you become stressed out you pull a stunt like this. Are you jealous of me and Ron?"

Harry ran his hands through his hair, "No, I am actually relieved, I had a running bet going with Dean, who I collected nicely from."

"Look, I can understand you being bitter. But still—don't you think this whole 'misunderstood rage' is getting played out. I am a tolerant person, I have sympathy for you. I love you dearly, not in the same way as Ron, but you honestly are on my last nerve. Ever since you accepted the fact you've got to, well you know-"

"No Hermione, I do not know. Why don't you fill me in on everything I don't know?"

Hermione seemed like she would like nothing better than to slap Harry for being such a smartass when she was beat to her chance.

Slam, Harry was whacked hard across the face, "What, Ron are you awake?" Harry asked looking down at a still unconscious or most likely sleeping Ron.

"No, but it was the other Weasley in the room. How can you two act like you're the only people in the room when you fight?" Ginny asked in disbelief.

Harry sat up a little straighter in his chair, "Well you see it is a Hermione thing-"

Hermione stood up out of her chair and bellowed, "BULL-"

"Silencio!" Ginny whispered as she put a stop to both Harry and Hermione's ramblings. Hermione sat back down, and Ginny began, "I really don't care what you two have got to say right now. Harry, Hermione is sick of being treated horribly by you. Yes, you're tragically misunderstood. Yes, you've been emotionally disturbed for the better part of your life, and it is completely understandable that you would and should be a little bitter at life at the moment-"

Harry, who had sensible restored his voice said, "Bitter, BITTER? OF COURSE I AM BLOODY BITTER!"

"Shh… Harry if Madame Pomfrey has to come over we'll be asked to leave!" Hermione said as she too had just restored her voice.

"Harry, this whole argument is basically about one thing. Why on earth would you write out a will? And why would you tell my brother that you were going to date me, especially before even asking me out at all?"

"Oh, Gin, I was going to eventually, I just-"

Ginny was thoroughly unconvinced, "You just what?"

"Well, I wasn't sure I was going to live to the end of the year, so if I died, I thought it would be a good idea to write out a will."

Hermione scoffed, "That is ridiculous, and of course you're going to survive. You're Harry Potter for the love of God. Stop being such a block head. The fact that you're so comfortable with the idea of dying is unnerving; I bet you that that is more the reason for Ron passing out than you dating his sister."

Ginny paused for a moment then began, "But why didn't he pass out when Harry mentioned his will first."

Hermione rolled her eyes in such a way that only she could get away with in front of Ginny, "You know how slow Ron is, it probably just sunk in that his friend could die and then that final shock and BAM! Game over!"

Ginny nodded her head in approval. "I agree with you. That is probably exactly what happened."

It was Harry's turn to scoff, "Come on Ladies, give Ron a bit more credit than that-" Violent red sparks went soaring out from where Ron was supposed to be laying unconscious, and a tall, thin, blonde, male figure drop to the floor. Harry laughed, "Ron you devil, how long have you been awake?" Harry said this completely ignoring a tittering Madame Pomfrey as she dragged Malfoy to a nearby bed and muttered, "This boy's heart can't take many more stunners."

"Long enough," Ron laughed, completely unconcerned with the fact that he had just stunned Malfoy. "Harry, date my sister all you want, just don't finish that will of yours, it's a death sentence!" Ron continued laughing. Hermione laughed too, in spite of the fact that she disapproved of what Ron had just done.

"Ronald," Ginny exploded, "The two of you act like I have no opinion on dating Harry." The three stopped laughing a little, yet the stress of recent events kept the laughing in a sort of relief. Ginny continued, "I however do have an opinion, and I do not wish to date Harry, EVER!"

The laughter from Harry stopped. "WHAT? Why would you not want to date me?"

"BECAUSE WHEN I FIRST HAD A CRUSH ON YOU I WAS A LITTLE GIRL. I LIKED YOU BECAUSE YOU RESPECTED PEOPLE, TREATED THEM LIKE HUMANS. NOW YOU ACT LIKE ANYONE WHO IS AGAINST YOU IS A COMMON ANIMAL!" Ginny bellowed, completely oblivious to the fact that she was in a hospital wing full of sick and injured people.

Harry, shocking everyone in the room, did not yell back. "So you think I'm arrogant. You think I don't respect anybody?"

Ginny was taken aback, and suddenly wished he was yelling at her, this voice coming from him now was all too human, all to hurt. She wanted to tell him something to make him feel better, but she couldn't make herself say something she just didn't feel was true. "Harry, I'm sorry, but you aren't yourself anymore. It's understandable why you wouldn't be, but come one. Life is too short to be so angry and hurt all the time."

If these words had any effect on Harry he didn't let is show, "You think I am arrogant. You don't… You…" Harry continued to mutter as he stood up. "Fine Gin, be that way. I'm sure I can find somebody else."

"Yeah, and that's exactly why I won't date you." Ginny said as she got up to leave, "Love you Ron, I'm going to go write to mom.

Harry watched her go then said, "Make sure you add a section on how you just broke my heart."

"Oh not to worry Potter, I will!" Ginny screamed as she marched to the door.

Madame Pomfrey came out of no where, "You two are going to have to leave, this is a hospital wing! Not a boxing match. TAKE IT OUTSIDE!"

Ginny turned heal, "We are not fist fighting, just talking! LEAVE US ALONE!"

Harry too was appalled that the matron would dare interrupt, yet she had nursed him back to health too many times for him to insult her. "Sorry Madame Pomfrey, we will," Harry said as he wrapped his arm around Ginny's shoulder and escorted her out.

Ginny shrugged his arm off of his shoulder. "Harry, never touch me again, we went over this last night, and there is not a good reason in the world for us to be together!"

"Oh yeah Gin? How about that fact that I love you?"

Ginny stood there in disbelief. "So is this why you made out your will?"

"Actually yeah Ginny, it is. I love you and I needed have something for you in case something happens to me." Harry said as he looked her deeply in the eyes; he wasn't joking.

Ginny just looked at him, "What am I supposed to say, that everything is okay, and the I can spit kitties and unicorns?"

Harry laughed, "No, that would be scary."

"Look, I really can't be dealing with this." Ginny said as she began walking down the hall, away from him.

"Fine, be that way," Harry yelled down the hall after he retreating back, "But if you need any help dealing, don't be afraid to come find me!"

Ginny kept walking, and felt her cheeks blushing, Harry Potter loved her! Sure, he was about two years too late, but still. What on God's green earth was she going to do now?

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