Title: I don't have a title yet. Still working on it
Series: Harry Potter
Coupling: Ron/Hermione 3
Credits: Well, obviously, all Harry Potter characters and such belong to J.K. Rowling.

"Be careful, Harry! You're gonna get hurt if you keep doing that!" Ron could hear Hermione yelling from below.

They were in the Quidditch pitch, Ron and Harry practicing above, Hermione watching and worrying below. It was the end of the year, with finals coming up, but they were practicing like it was the middle of Quidditch season.

The wind ruffled Ron's hair as he sped back and forth to stop the quaffle that Harry was throwing at him. He smiled as he glanced down at Hermione. She was acting like she was reading the book she had brought, but he knew that she was watching them. Harry quickly chanced a glance down at her. The plan seems to be working, he thought. She certainly seemed worried, though he couldn't tell whom she was more worried about; him or Ron.

As they practiced the wind started to pick up, dark clouds looming in the distance. Soon they couldn't hear Hermione's shrill shouts at them to stop. The more the wind picked up, the harder it was to concentrate, but they were going to make the plan work.

As Harry swirved back and forth, trying to confuse Ron, the top of the box with the bludgers came off with a gust of exceptionally strong wind. The bludger sped right out of the box and headed straight for Harry. He didn't have time to react as the bludger hit him square in the shoulder, knocking him off his broom.

They couldn't hear her, but Hermione was below, her hands over her mouth, trying to suppress the scream of terror that was trying to escape her lips.

Harry barely caught himself, one hand gripped tightly around the broom handle, his other arm limp at his side. He couldn't feel his lower arm anymore, and a funny tingling sensation was going through his upper arm. He slowly lowered himself to the ground.

Hermione was in hysterics, tears streaming down her face, blubbering something about being so scared that Harry would be hurt.

"We have to get you to the hospital wing, Harry," Hermione blurted out. "Look at your shoulder. It looks terrible. I was so afraid that you would get hurt." She lead him towards the Harry, holding his hand.

Harry glanced back at Ron, who was staring at him with a blank expression, still on his broom. Staring at her, holding his hand. Harry tried an apologetic smile, but Ron wasn't looking at him anymore. He was staring at the box the bludger had come out of. Why hadn't it been strapped in there, like its supposed to be? Ron wondered.

He lowered himself to the ground and started back to the castle. His broom dragging on the ground behind him as it started to rain, his heart sinking with every step he took.

Chapter One. End.