A/N: I hope you like this chapter!! LOL, don't sue me cause I don't own them!! Lupin and Sirius will both be in my story by the way!!!

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"What's going to happen to him?" Harry worryingly paced by Professor Lupin's side as he carried the ill-fated Ron towards the Hospital wing.

"Harry, I'm not going to lie to you………it doesn't look so good," Lupin muttered under the strain of Ron's weight.

"What do you mean…….is he…" Harry paused for a moment afraid to know the answer of his next question. "Is he going to die?" Harry jogged behind Lupin to keep up and awaited an answer. "Did you hear me?…..I ask if he was going to die?" Harry repeated. Lupin still chose to ignore this. Harry tugged on his arm like an anxious three year old.

"Answer me, god dammit! Is he going to die?!" Harry repeated once more, but in a shout this time.

Lupin didn't know how to answer this. If he told Harry what he honestly thought, it would break his heart. If he told him a lie, and it really happened, Harry won't trust him anymore.

"I….I don't know, Harry," Lupin felt terrible inside.

Harry kept quiet until they reached the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey helped Lupin carry Ron to an empty cot. Lupin collapsed in the chair by his side with exhaust. Harry knelt by Ron and stared at his best friend. For all he knew, it would be one of the last times he'd ever see him.

"Harry," Lupin muttered, still breathless from carrying Ron. Harry didn't move.

"Harry, I think you should go find Hermione and tell her what happened," Lupin advised. Harry sighed at Lupin and silently agreed. He took one last look at Ron before turning on his heel and jogging out of the room to find Hermione as quick as possible.

Harry trotted all the way down the marble staircases, which (lucky for him) had decided to stay still for at least long enough for him to get to the second floor and into the library. When he reached the entrance to the library, he bent over to catch his breath before pulling open the door and walking inside. Almost immediately, he spotted Hermione at a table y herself.

"Hermione!" Harry called as he jotted towards her. Hermione looked up from her book and curiously stared at Harry. "Hermione….something's happened," Harry reported, still slightly trying to catch a breath. Hermione shot him a painful look and feared the worst.

"What's happened, Harry?" Hermione closed her book and stood up face-to-face with him.

"It's Ron…." Harry muttered, knowing Hermione probably wouldn't be able to handle it. Tears swelled up in Hermione's eyes. She wasn't too fond of the tone Harry used and wasn't sure whether she really wanted to know what was going on. "You probably should come with me to the hospital wing," Hermione said nothing, but instead, she nodded her head and sulkily rushed out of the library behind Harry. The two spoke not a word all the way to the hospital wing on the seventh floor. {A/N: Is the hospital wing really on the seventh floor, I can't remember which floor!!}

Hermione hesitated to enter the bitter room. She walked straight back, Harry following close behind her. She nervously bit her lip as she found her way to Ron's side. Hermione found herself suddenly unable to control the tears swelling up in her eyes.

"Ron????" Hermione hopelessly whispered through her tears. "Ron, it's okay…here I am…" She stroked his red hair and pressed her pale cheek beside his freckled ones. Harry could see Hermione's pain and went by her side. He placed a hand on her shoulder. Hermione looked up at Harry with wet eyes. "What happened to him?"

"It happened at that quidditch match…you know….the one that Professor Wood arranged? Ron was guarding the post when Sybil Fluke sent the bludger his direction….." Harry wanted to stop there, but Hermione was looking at him as if she knew he knew more than he said. "The bludger smacked him in the head,"

"Well, then, he'll be okay, right? I mean, Oliver had the same thing happened to him right?" Hermione questioned, hopefulness in her tone. Lupin wanted to say that it would be alright, everything was fine and dandy, but the truth of the matter was that the bludger came way too hard on him. Hit him right on top of the location of a weak brain nerve, severing it and causing blood to leak into his head. Lupin knew that it was only a matter of time; hours, days, weeks maybe, but eventually, Ron was going to die.

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"Miss Granger," Hermione straightened up as Dumbledore strode into the desolate room. She wiped tears from her eyes, but didn't bother to let go of Ron's hand. "How is he doing, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore coolly asked as he sat beside her on Ron's bed.

"I believe he is doing fine, sir," Hermione quietly replied. Dumbledore smiled at her compassionately, he brought his withered hand up below her eye and wiped away the black tears. "Miss Granger, I know you care a great deal about Mr. Weasley, however, you should be getting along to your classes. So far today, you have missed both your potions class and your charms class. Why don't I watch over Mr. Weasley for now and we'll have Madame Pomfrey set it up for you to spend more time with him," Dumbledore suggested, very calm and very solemn as normal. Hermione nodded silently and brought Ron's hand up to her mouth and kissed it gently.

"Ron, I'll be back soon," Hermione softly said. She picked up her bag and took one last look at Ron before leaving. She crossed the cold floor and pushed through the doors. Hermione's eyes were once again inflated with tears. They burned her cheeks as they flowed down creating black streaks from her mascara.

Around the corner, Professor Wood was making him way to his classroom. Staring at his lesson plans, he turned and ran straight into Hermione.

"Hermione, I'm so sorry…" Oliver alleged. Hermione only nodded, as she did most often, and began to keep going when Oliver stopped her. "Hermione, is there something wrong?" Oliver took her hands from her face to see into her eyes that were indeed edged with tears. "What's the matter?"

"Not here, Professor…we can talk later, I best be on my way to Herbology," Hermione quietly murmured.

"Right then, Hermione. We'll talk later, after my class," Oliver agreed. He nodded her off and when she was on her way, he smiled to himself.

Hermione made her way down the stair case and into the entrance hall. The only thing on her mind was Ron.

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Oliver fixed up all the brooms into a small pile by the flying pitch. Soon, his class would be coming and he would need to be able to keep them orderly. The first few seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins were appearing in the archway leading from the cloisters out to the pitch. Clearly visible was Draco, Harry, Malcolm Baddock, and Lavender Brown.

"Hello, Harry," Oliver merrily said with a broad smile. Harry did not so much as even return the greeting. "Is there something wrong with you too? You know, Quidditch is a game where you must always be pleasant and believe in yourself!" Oliver advised.

"I'm alright, Wood," Harry said, not really concealing the fact of mendaciousness he was carrying.

"Your sure, Harry?"

"Yes! I'm FINE!" Harry snapped. Wood stepped back and turned his direction away from Harry. Besides, Hermione should have been coming any minute.

Then, there she was, striding from behind the colossal pillar holding up the entrance to the cloister. Her magnificent brown hair swayed behind her back.

"Miss Granger, so glad you could join us!" Oliver openly greeted. Hermione forced a quick smile on her face before going off beside Harry.

"I want everyone to stand beside a broom!" Oliver yelled to the group. They all obeyed his command. "Now, everyone mount your broom!" he demanded. Again, they all obeyed.

"Once you've felt ready and at ease with your broom, I want you to take off. For today, you may play a game of your choice!" All at once, it seemed, the group took off. Oliver watched them all play with amusement. Though, there was still one left behind.

"Miss Granger, are you waiting for the game to end before you join them?" Oliver asked, chucking to himself. Hermione blushed slightly.

"Professor, I can't get off the ground," Hermione whined. Professor Wood walked jovially over to her.

"Did you make sure your feet pushed hard off the ground?"

Hermione nodded.

"Well, are you sure your broom is working?"

"Professor, do you think I could sit this one out? I'm sort of having a bad day," Hermione sadly muttered.

"I'll let you sit out of the game, but on one condition,"

"What?"

"You must let me teach you how to take off,"

"But, Professor, I already know how to take off,"

"Yes, but not when your broom isn't comprehending what you want it to do,"

"What do I have to do?"

"Here, I'll show you," Oliver walked behind Hermione, who was still holding her broom. "Now, grip the broom tight just below it's end. Oliver put his hands on Hermione's and led them towards the spot.

"Professor, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this. I have a boyfriend," Hermione whispered.

"Comfortable with what? I'm teaching you how to take off,"

"Oh, alright I guess," Hermione said. So, naturally, Oliver continued with his "lessons". Unfortunately, Harry could see everything from high above.

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Hermione paced herself down the hallway to Professor Wood's office, after being pushed from the hospital wing. In her right hand, Hermione held a bunch of tissues that were damp from tears. She came to the oak wood and lightly knocked.

"Professor Wood?" She called. Without a minutes hesitation, Wood came to the door.

"Hello, Hermione,"

"Professor Wood, can we talk now?"

"Sure, now is a good time…"

"Professor Wood…"

"Please, Hermione…..just call me Oliver, after all, we once went to school together,"

"Fine, um, Oliver…..something has been troubling me this past week," Hermione looked at the floor and shuffled her tiny feet.

"Something has been troubling me too,"

"Well, I s'ppose it would be best if you go first," Hermione muttered. Oliver nodded and now stood before Hermione.

"Hermione, I think I'm in love,"

"Well, that's wonderful, Oliver….I guess," Hermione said.

"No, you didn't hear me….I'm in love…." Oliver paused and placed his hand on her cheek, making Hermione feel obligated to leave. "I'm in love with you," Hermione suddenly became speechless.

"Me??" She asked, breathlessly. "Professor, you must be wrong because…I..I have a boyfriend,"

"You're right, Hermione…..I'm sorry,"

"It's alright, Professor…" Hermione and Oliver stood in silence for a moment before Hermione spoke again. "Perhaps I should leave, I better be off to bed," Hermione turned to leave when Oliver grabbed her by the arm. Hermione froze with panic as Oliver leaned in and kissed her. Raging hormones swept through her and the next thing she knew, she was kissing him back. Then, she forcefully pulled away.

"I'm sorry, Professor……I just can't," Hermione protectively said, pulling the door open and shutting it behind her. She leaned against the door as more tears began to fill her eyes. How could she have done this? Her boyfriend who she cared for more than anything, was dying and she had kissed a Professor……..What would she do??

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OKAY!!! Review time!! What d'you think y'all?? Oh, by the way, I know squat about health and shit, So, basically, I made up what happened to Ron, Just pretend for me!! I don't know if a bludger could really kill you!! Anyways, thanks for all the reviews!! Much love from me!!

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