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Chapter Three: Fairy Tale

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggghhh!" Ron exploded in frustration. He was unsuccessfully squeezing the library of any information he could use to help Hermione who was now weak and defenseless against herself.

"Ron," soothed Ginny, "there is no magic cure. The healers are doing everything they can." Ron stood with defying anger.

"No. The healers have given up. They don't care anymore! Can't you see? They moved her to a long-term care unit. They have no hope! They are just keeping her alive!" Ginny pleaded with her brother.

"No Ron! There isn't anything for them to do! They have tried everything! They have no more options!" Ron ignored her.

"They may have given up but I haven't! I will find a way to cure her! I won't see her waste away like...like..." Ron choked back tears of anger.

"Like what Ron?" Ginny too was crying now. "Like someone with a tragic mental problem? Ron, Hermione has had a terrible thing happen to her. The healers have done everything in all their magical power. There is nothing left to do with magic. This has nothing to do with..." However, Ron never heard what it had nothing to do with because he stormed out on his sister.

"No," said Dumbledore sternly. Ron threw his hands up in protest.

"But I have to see her to see her! You must understand headmaster!"

"Ron, we all care deeply about what happens to Miss Granger but I cannot allow you anymore time off of school! Nor can I afford to send a chaperone with you! I am sorry but I insist that you remain here!" Ron turned away in unsatisfied defeat, though he muttered under his breath as he left the circular office,

"Well, I'll find a way to see her and you can't stop me."

That night Harry woke with a start to a noise. Curious as to what roused him in the middle of the night he looked around. Again, he heard the sound that woke him. It was the swish of light fabric. Harry peered over the foot of his four-poster. His father's invisibility cloak was missing from his trunk. "Ron," Harry whispered loudly. The swishing stopped. Harry tried again. "Ron!" Suddenly a head of red hair appeared floating in the center of the room. The head lingered only long enough to say,

"Harry, I'm going to see Hermione. You can choose to cover for me or not, but either way, no one is stopping me from being with her." Harry made no reaction and the floating head disappeared. Harry listened to Ron descend the stairs before going back to bed.

"Hermione," Ron whispered as he removed the invisibility cloak, "oh Hermione, Dumbledore wouldn't let me come but I just had to see you. I don't know how to help you and I'm so sorry."

He picked up her lifeless hand it was cold and pale. Placing it against his cheek, he sat down beside her frail figure that almost disappeared against the starched sheets. A few minutes later, he sat up remembering his purpose. Ron pulled a crumpled sheet of parchment from his pocket. Holding his wand toward Hermione, he recited spell after spell, each with more will then the last. Ron hung his head in defeat. He wiped away a single tear as he returned to the bed stroking Hermione's hair and holding her hand. His eyelids were heavy and dark circles had formed under them from his nights at the library. Ron thought about all the pressure they had put on her without realizing it.

"I'm sorry," he said to her, "we had no idea. You don't need to change to please anybody. Your grades are wonderful; you are the smartest person in the school. Your parents are so proud that they have a witch in the family. And Harry, Ginny and I, we all think you are amazing. I just don't know how to help you; I have tried every spell, everything I can think of. I read everything in the library from the counter-curse to the most deadly charms to the fairytales. If only it was a fairy tale. If only the way to bring you back to me was a kiss. I love you Hermione." Slowly Ron leaned over and kissed Hermione. He straightened and turned away to keep from crying.

A kiss it jolted Hermione from herself. She, with sudden rage, rebelled against this voice in her. She relentlessly threw herself against it. Though the battle took less then a minute, inside her head it rages for hours. With renewed strength, she screamed and bashed the insecurity. It began to realize its inevitable defeat. It fought back but Ron had brought her unrealized power. Finally, she broke free of the voice, the insecurity. She continued fighting until it was gone, crushed under Hermione's absolute rule of herself. Though within herself was a new sense of control and power, Hermione used all of her physical strength to open her eyes and say...

"Ron?" Hermione said weakly. Ron spun and stared in disbelief at Hermione who looked puzzled through half-open eyes. His look of shock melted into a grin as he moved to hug her. Wiping away tears of joy he said,

"I thought I'd never see you again."

"Me too, it...it controlled me but I heard every word you said to me...I love you too."

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