BACK WITH MADAME POMFREY, HERMIONE AND A SOON TO WAKE
RON
There was the loud sound of glass breaking. Hermione
gave a start.
"What was that?" Madame Pomfrey said abruptly. It
appeared the skelegrow interrupted more than one
silence. Hermione looked over at Ron then at the back
room.
They have been gone an awful long time. I should go
check on them...
Hermione thought.
"Uh, I'll check it out." Hermione said, shaking her
hair out of her eyes.
"All right dear." Madame Pomfrey looked a bit tired as
she tended to Ron's head as well as his lip and tounge
which he had bitten on contact with Hermiones skull.
Hermione walked to the back room, peaking into the
small window on the door. She inhaled all the air in
the room and began giggling maddly at the sight of her
two friends making out on the floor in the storage
room of the hospital wing with gauze and skelegrow all
over. It was just a very odd sight. She began to
wonder how long they had been doing htis because they
had been very quiet.
Well, in any case they can do it quietly, that's an
up!
Hermione giggled her way back to the hospital wing to
check on Ron and to tell Madame Pomfrey a cover story
for her two good friends.
When Hermione got back to the hospital wing, Madame
Pomfrey consulted her.
"What happened?" She pondered
"Oh, a bottle of skelegrow fell and broke and they
both slipped and they...Landed in top of - eachother."
She smiled slyly and just as Madame Pomfrey was just
about question he reply just as Ron began to stir.
Ron's eyes fluttered open.
"What the bloody hell happened?" He questioned,
confused.
"You poked me and I reared." Hermione said simply.
Note to self: NEVER poke a "sleeping" Hermione EVER
again.
Ron thought mentally. His tounge hurt a lot as he had
bit it in the colision.
"Where are Harry and Angie?" Ron questioned again.
"They're in the back room, but-" Hermione was cut off
in by her own utter shock as Ron swung his legs over
the bed and began to run to the back room. Hermione
tried to stop him
"RON I DONT THINK THATS SUCH A GOOD-" Too late. Ron
had already burst through the door, came to a
disgusted hault at the sight of Harry and Angie
snogging like nobodies bussiness and blurted, without
much thought, if any
"WHOA! YOU GUYS ARE GONNA EAT EACHOTHER IF YOU KEEP
GOING AT THAT RATE!!" Ron said, covering his eyes.
Hermione fell to the floor laughing, barely breathing.
Harry and Angie looked up at Ron, Hermione, and
finally eachother, cheeks redder than roses and began
to laugh too. All were laughing but Ron, who seemed to
be overwhelmed.
"Umm, right." He mummbled giving them a thumbs up as
he walked away back to his bed, apparently very
confused.
Hermione saw Ron walking back to the hospital wing and
hurried after him. He just sat back intot he bed,
shook his head and took a deep breathe.
"THAT. Was disturbing." He stated oddly.
"Yes, it was." Hermione agreed. She looked into his
eyes, feeling horrible about what had happened.
"I'm sorry." She wispered.
"For what?" Ron scunched his eyebrows up so that there
was a ripple right in the middle and his mouth was
left open ever so slightly. He looked so cute when he
did that. He was always cute when he was confused. She
smiled soft as a feather and ran her fingers through
his beautiful firey hair. It was soft and delicate to
the touch, causing her heart to fly nearly bursting
because it was pounding so hard. Hermione layed down
beside him and said
"For whacking you. In. The chin." She stumbled over he
words as her heart skipped a beat, or so it felt.
I'm so in love with this guy.
Hermione thought, smiling more.
"Don't be sorry, 'Mione. Everything happens for a
reason Everything is meant to be. Nothing is an
accident. Nothing." Ron finished, smiling with her.
Hermione smiled
"Damn right." She said. And that was all she said. For
a long time they just sat on the bed admiring the
perfection upon each face before they were rudly
interrupted by an unnessary announcement.
Harry and Angie stumbled into the room, seming dizzy,
as if they got drunk on...themselves.
"WE'RE AN OBJECT!" Angela said loudly. Both Hermiones
and Rons eyes widened with amazment and oddity.
"Don't you mean "item"?" Hermione corrected
automatically.
"Uh, yea. I guess" Angie replied dreamily.
"Harry, mate, you best get a change of clothes...Or
maybe you should put some on..." Ron said,
uncertainly. Harry looked at his finely toned abs
which were now bare for all to see.
"GOOD IDEA!" Harry said, pulling Angie out of the
room, heading towards the Gryffindor common room.
Hermione stayed with Ron the whole day. Madame Pomfrey
wouldn't let him go to Hogsmeade and Hermione insisted
that if she left and he died she'd fell horrid.
"Hermione! I'M NOT GOING TO DIE!" Ron bellowed
"but, what if the occult use you as a human
sacrefice?! I'D BE RESPONSIBLE!" Hermione said
frantically.
"Well, when Elvis tries to use you for stem cell
reasearch, I'll be damned if those occult people take
me alive. They wont have no sacrefice if I'm already
dead!" Ron crossed his ares triumphantly as hermione
rolled her eyes. he was so oblivious to the world
around him sometimes. Then again, she, Hermione
Granger had said something that, possibly Ron would
say...
The occult? c'mon Hermione! Get real!
Hermione thought
"Oh, god! He's rubbing off on me!!" Hermione wispered,
commign to realization.
"Say what Hermione?" Ron asked, turning his left ear
to her better to hear her.
"Ummmm...I said Shmo TOD! Fleas clubbing moths in
tweed! she said quickly. Ron raised an eyebrow as
madame Pomfrey hurried out and announce that they could
leave but to come back in the morning for a new
bandage. They nodded and left to the gryffindor common
room.