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Chapter Thirteen: A Flower's Fallen Petals
"Yes, Ma'am," Hermione asked. She was St. Mungo's, working. "How can I help you?"
"Yes, I need to know where the Potion and Plant Poisoning floor is," a rather large women said. "As you can see, I have to get there really quickly."
Hermione looked down at a small boy, who held his mother's hand, and was scratching furiously. "Third floor."
"Thank you."
"Next," Hermione called. She looked up at the long line. She noticed that there were many teenage girls whispering madly, and holding 'Get Well Soon' cards and balloons.
"Hi," a frantic teen said. "We want to know where Artefact Accidents floor is."
"All of you want to know?" Hermione asked gesturing to the long line.
"Well, yeah..." the girl said. "Haven't you heard?"
"Heard what?"
The girl reached into her purse, and pulled out The Daily Prophet. Even though Hermione had stopped reading it for a long time, her curiosity got the better of her. She looked at a small column that was highlighted, and had little hearts drawn all over it.
Her eyes bulged out when she saw Harry's picture. She read it:
Harry Potter's Big Mistake:
The boy-who-lived, was found yesterday in Diagon Ally lying on the ground, bleeding horribly. A man immediately called St. Mungo's Hospital, and Harry Potter was rushed there. Healer, Phil Collins reported that our hero had been drinking quite a lot, last night. Another source said that Harry Potter had been fighting with an unknown person. "I could hear screaming across the ally. A young lady was yelling at him, and then she left." Says the source. Mr. Collins states that the fight with the young lady may have caused Potter to feel discouraged, and he might have gone to drink to calm his nerves. Unfortunately, a little fight, and a little drinking caused a lot of problems. No information on Potter's health was given.
Hermione's hand began to shake as she looked at the paper. He was drunk! He was drunk! He didn't mean those things he said. He was drunk! She looked down at her clip board, and found that Harry was at St. Mungo's.
She dropped the paper on the floor. She ran. She ran as fast as she could, ignoring the fan girls' comments for her to come back and tell her where the Artefact Accident floor was. Hermione reached the elevator and it toke her to the third floor.
She quickly walked out of elevator and looked from left to right. She had no idea where his room was. She decided to go left. As she ran, she ran right into Ron.
"Ron! Ron!" Hermione said, tears streaming down her face. "Ron! Harry...he's...."
"It's okay, Hermione," Ron said, as Hermione cried into his shirt. "Harry's going to be just fine..."
"No he's not!" Hermione said backing away. "IT'S ALL MY FAULT!"
"Hermione, it's not your fault!" Ron said.
"Yes, it is!" she said. "D-didn't y-you read the Daily P-Prophet?!"
"Yeah...I did...." Ron said. "But...it wasn't you...you weren't the young lady."
"YES I WAS!" Hermione cried. "IT WAS ME! I had a fight with Harry!" She buried herself into Ron's shirt, again, muttering 'My fault.'
"C'mon," Ron said. "Let's sit down."
"No!" Hermione said. "I have see Harry!"
"Herm—"
"Listen, Ron!" Hermione said. "Yesterday, I told him that I-I hated him. I told him I loathed him!" Ron stared at her. "I have to see him, Ron." He stared at her, and then nodded.
— — —
Hermione walked down the hall, peering into the small door windows. There was a man that had broken his leg, arm, and neck, a women who had gotten her wand somehow stuck in her hand, but no Harry.
"Er...excuse me, Mr Collins," Hermione caught up with the doctor. "Do you know where Harry Potter's room is?"
"I'm sorry Miss Granger," Collins said. "I can't say. You're not the first one who wants to see Mr. Potter."
"But, sir," Hermione began, "I'm not a crazy fan! I'm his best friend!"
"I'm sorry, Miss Granger," Collins said, "maybe you can go in during visiting time. Right now, I suggest that you go back to your post."
He walked past her. Hermione rubbed her eyes. She just had to get in. She began to pace back and forth, until it hit her. The answer was right in front of her! A pair of operating clothes (A/N: I have no idea what they are called!) lay right next to her...
Hermione crept around the corners, trying to avoid the Healers. She dressed in a green cover-all, and covered her face with a white cloth. (A/N: Don't know what they're called either! Hehe) She tried to walk causally down the halls, but made it obvious that she had no idea what she was doing.
A thin lady with hot pink glasses approached her. "Mrs. Cohn, you still haven't decided," Hermione looked down at the name tag on her shirt. Margot Cohn.
"Er...decided what?" Hermione said in a high-pitched voice.
"About what we should do with Mr. Thompson!" the lady said. "Should we, or should we not perform the operation?"
"Er...well..." Hermione had no idea. She looked around for help; There was a Healer passing by, she grabbed his shoulders. "How 'bout you ask him instead?"
The thin women raised her eyebrows and slightly shrugged. Hermione turned on her heal, and began to walk backward. "Would you by any chance know where Harry Potter's room is?" she called. "I have to run a few tests."
"Er..." the thin lady said, confused. "Room 786."
"Thanks." Hermione began walking as fast as she could down the long halls. 784, 785, 786! She swung open the door. There he was lying on the bed, sleeping.
Tears filled up in her eyes just seeing him like this. She walked over and sat down next to his bed. She just looked at him. Just gazing upon him.
She took his hand into hers, stroking it. It was hard and rough. Probably because of all the work he does, she thought. She noticed deep scars on his arm, back, and neck. As she touched them, she gasped at how many of them there were. Some of the scars were still bleeding. Out of all of the horrible scars, there was one that Hermione thought was the worst one.
The scar that was shaped like a lighting bolt...
She gently detached her hand from his, and moved her hand to the scar. The dreaded scar. The scar that caused him pain. The scar that made his famous. The scar that ruined his whole life. She moved her finger down the scar.
Oh how she wished that she could take some of the weight of the world off his shoulders. He had so much to cope with. She remembered when he told her about the prophecy...
FLASHBACK:
"Harry," Hermione said, "you're very quiet, what's wrong?"
"Yeah, mate," Ron said, "you have barley said anything this year."
Harry stared at the two of them for a long time. "He told me last year. Dumbledore, he told me what I have to do."
Hermione and Ron looked at each other, bemused. "Harry, what do you mean?" Ron asked.
"I-I have to be a murderer or a victim." he said.
Hermione and Ron stared at him, each one in deep thought. "I think," Harry started. "that it'll be better, if you don't really...be with me anymore..."
Hermione got up, tears falling down her cheeks. "Harry, shut up," she said flatly, "never say that again."
"Yeah, mate," Ron said. "We are going to be here for you. No. Matter. What."
"But, if Voldemort found out—"
"We don't give a damn about him!" Ron said. "Listen and repeat, Harry. No. Matter. What."
END OF FLASHBACK
"I know you can't hear me right now," Hermione said, "but I'm so sorry. I was so stupid. I should have realized that you would never say those things to me. I could never hate you."
She took his hand and brought it up to her cheek, moving in up and down her face. "I wish I could stay like this forever. But they'll soon find out that I'm gone."
She looked down at him again, before gently placing his hand back down. He was like a flower. A flower that lost all of its petals. It was all alone in the world. Everyone he ever loved was torn away from him.
Hermione felt that she needed to help him regain his petals. More importantly, she wanted to be one of his petals. She could deny it no longer. She could no longer say no. It was crystal clear: She loved him more than anyone else she knew. "Why do I keep thinking this? It's not right. I'm with Ron. I'll be a true friend, and feel happy for the lucky girl he ends up with...even if it's not me."
A small tear escaped from her eyes, and fell onto Harry's face. He felt himself becoming aware of his surroundings. He was awake, but he didn't open his eyes.
She leaned over and kissed him softly on his delicate lips, and then on his lighting-bolt scar. "Please, Harry," Hermione said quietly, "don't keep anything from me."
Harry breathed quickly, as Hermione got up and grabbed her things. Even from all the weakness, he still managed to form a smile.
What Harry and Hermione didn't know was that a red-haired man stood outside, peering though the small door window...
A/N: Well, I hope you liked this chapter...this is one of my favorites. The wedding is almost here, so hand tight! (And, no, it's not the next chapter)
IMPORTANT: I'm not going to waste a whole chapter explaining what happens after this chapter, so I'll just tell you in a brief summery:
Harry recovers in one week. Ron hasn't mentioned the kiss or anything that Hermione did to her; he convinces himself that Hermione was just being a good friend, but still has doubts...There is only about a week and a half until the wedding.
Please cheek out my One-Shot Song fic that I did recently. It is from Celion Dion's beautiful song, "My Heart Will Go On" A.K.A. The Titanic Song.
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