Secrets
Chapter Nineteen: Does It Ever End?
(Disclaimer: I won no titles thought up by the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling, but the ones thought up by myself I claim as my own.)
A/N- Well, I only have a vague idea of what's going to happen in this chapter. You see, I've none of this written down and I'm just writing it down as it comes. Sorry it took so long for this chapter, and I hope it comes out better that it is right now in my crazed head… Anyway, thanks for all of the wonderful reviews I'm getting! You know I've like 158-ish now? I can't believe it! I love yall sooooo much!
-Belle
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Hermione Granger,
We're sorry to inform you of the death of your grandmother. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named attacked her at midnight last night while your mother and father were away. You're excused from all classes until you feel you've recovered enough to continue. All assignments and homework will be sent to your dormitory.
Sincerely,
Professor M. McGonagall
I dropped the piece of parchment down and ran over to the fireplace, throwing in powder and trying to say as clearly as possible through tears, 'The Burrow.' I dove into the flames and came out on the floor of the living room.
"Fred?" I called. I heard footsteps coming toward me. Fred appeared at the foot of the stairs. He ran over to me, wrapping me in his arms. This is what I needed right now. Someone to hold me. Someone to love me.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Fred asked as I sobbed into his chest. "Why are you crying?"
"Everything's wrong, Fred…" Whispered, my tears lightening with each word. "Draco's broke up with me, my grandmother's dead, Ron's in a coma…" I looked up at him. "Nothing's right."
"Do you want to go see Ron?"
I nodded. I knew seeing him would only make things worse for me, but I didn't care. All I needed was for him to be okay and for things to just go back to how they used to be. Before Harry, before Draco…
Fred and I flooed to St. Mungo's and, after getting our wand checked and passing security, ran up to find Ron sipping tea, propped up against two pillows.
"Ron!" I said, running over to him and taking his hand in mine. Words couldn't describe how much it warmed my heart to see Ron's eyes open and gazing, and his welcoming smile playing on his lips.
"Hermione…" Ron set his tea down and pulled me into a hug. I wanted to stay there forever, just in his arms and telling him how much I was worried.
"So much has happened… It's all my fault, I'm so sorry, Ron…" I said, cupping his cheek with my hand and letting a tear slide down my cheek.
"What all has happened? What did I miss?"
"I don't want to ruin your happiness right now, Ickle Ronnie-kins…" I said, smirking. I quickly stopped, though, seeing as it reminded me of Draco. "So –the dreaded question- what's it like being in a coma?"
((A/N- I've no idea, but my friend, Steven, died in a coma this past year, and I'm only guessing, so I wouldn't take my word for it…)) "I could hear everyone, and feel them… But I was sleeping… Everything wa-was just gone. I really don't know how to explain it."
I smiled and felt Fred take my free hand. "I love you, Ron."
"I love you, too, 'Mione."
I leaned down and pecked him lightly on the cheek and sat down next to him. I ended up giving in to his pleads and told him everything that had happened- Draco, the evil Slytherins, my grandmother- everything. When I finished I had tear leaking down my face. I had tried to hold them back, but my efforts were futile.
"Everything will get better, 'Mione." Ron said, looking me in the eyes and stroking my hair. "Draco is just being selfish and doesn't want to deal with your problems right now. The Slytherins, well, they're just Slytherins… and people die, Hermione. You're lucky I'm doing so well. But no matter what happens, Hermione, I will always be here. Always."
I let out a sob and set my head into his chest, thankful that he was doing okay.
"When will you be able to come back to Hogwarts?"
"Probably at the end of next week. You know how these people have to go the unwanted extra mile…"
I smiled. "I'll be right back, I need to use the restroom." I ran from the room, making sure Fred didn't follow.
-Meanwhile, In Ron's Room-
"Ron, I think I'm falling for Hermione." Fred said, sitting down in a white plastic chair. "But I know she loves Draco…"
"I don't get it, either, mate. Just leave her alone for now. But promise me two things," Ron said, turning to face his older brother better. "One, don't push her right now. She's been through enough already and doesn't need guy troubles on her mind. And two, promise me you'll take care of her when I can't and until I can. I know you can't replace me –Ron smirked- but you're the closest thing she has." Fred only nodded. "Now, can you owl Malfoy and tell him to get his arse up here?"
Fred went from the room and strode down the hallway, toward the St. Mungo's Owlery.
Hermione's POV-
I walked back into the room to find Fred gone and Ron on his feet by the window, looking out at the night sky.
"Ron?" I walked over to him. He turned around and pulled me into his arms, telling me that everything was going to be okay.
"Hermione?" I heard a voice from behind me. I looked over Ron's shoulder and saw Draco standing in the doorway.
I let go of Ron and ran over to him, about to hug him, but stopping myself. "Hello, Draco."
"Hi, uh, what's the matter? Why did you call me here?"
'What?" I asked. "I didn't tell you to come…"
"I did." Ron piped up, who was now back in his bed. I turned around to face him.
"What?"
"Draco," Ron said, turning his attention onto the Slytherin behind me. "Hermione needs you right now. She needs support. She needs you."
I was blushing furiously. As much as I hate to admit it, Ron was right. Draco was the only thing that I needed at the moment, with everything going wrong. I should've known it couldn't be that easy.
"I can't."
"What? Why not?" I asked, spinning around to face him.
"B-Because I'm dating India."
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A/N- Personally I hate this chapter, but I had to get it out. I'll try to wrap this story up before it reaches 25 chapters- 30 at the most… Love yall,
-Belle
