Harry reached out and grabbed Hermiones hand matrix style! (A/N he he I thought that would be cool! Lol). Harrys was lying on the ground with half his body off the cliff trying desperately not to drop Hermione.
"Harry let me go!" Hermione screamed through sobs.
"No Hermione that I wont do." Harry tightened his grip and tried to pull her up.
Ron just stood there astonished at Harrys matrix style moves.
"RON! A little help would be appreciated right now!" Harry shouted at him.
Ron all of a sudden came back to reality.
"Oh right!" Ron ran cautiously over to Harry. He reached out and grabbed Hermiones other hand. The pulled her up.
Hermione was limp with exhaustion. She crawled towards Harry. Harry sat on the ground with Hermione in his hands rocking her back and forth kissing her forehead.
"Its ok Hermione. It's going to be alright." Harry whispered in her ear.
"Hey what about me! Can someone hold me in their arms and tell me everything's going to be ok." Ron joked. Out of nowhere Luna stepped in.
"Its ok Ron everything's going to be ok you'll see." She grabbed him tightly round the waist and rocked him. Ron's face went tomato red as he gave an embarrassed smirk.
Harry picked up Hermione and took her to the hospital wing.
Madam Pomfrey somehow didn't believe that a wild furious broom, which Ron had made up without thinking about how stupid it sounded, attacked Hermione.
"Honestly you don't know how vicious those brooms can be with their…their spiky twiggy things and hard wood." Ron tried to convince her but didn't succeed.
"Ronald Weasley you are without a doubt the worst liar on this planet! No would some one else care to tell me the truth on what really happened." Harry was about to spill the truth when Dumbledore walked in.
"Harry Ron may I see you for a minuet. Sorry Madam Pomfrey." Dumbledore gave his usual gesture to follow him. Harry and Ron nodded their heads and walked to his office with him.
"Please sit" Dumbledore took them into a part of his office which Harry and Ron hadn't seen before. He sat behind a big wooden desk and Ron and Harry sat on the other side.
"Harry and Ron I know something is wrong with Hermione although if I knew it would have gotten this bad I would have sent Hermione to our witch psychologist." Dumbledore paused.
"You mean you know whats happened? Whats wrong with her?" Harry was sitting on the edge of his seat.
"Harry the holidays have been hard on Hermione. Her parents divorced and her mother remarried," Dumbledoor sat upright.
"But she never said anything?" Harry wondered why Hermione hadn't told them
"Yes and that's not the worst of her problems. You boys have to promise me you will let Hermione tell you in her own time when she is ready to do so. In the mean time you have to help her through this. She is going to need your support Harry I will be sending Hermione to counselling sessions and maybe a couple with both of you so she knows you will be involved." Dumbledore stood up.
"Professor dumbledore. Hermione. She is umm…" Harry didn't know whether to tell him or not.
"She is what Harry?" Dumbledoor gave Harry the classic stare through his glasses.
"Nothing its alright" Harry decided to deal with Hermione's pregnancy and cutting problems himself. If he told dumbledore Hermione would hate him for sure. Besides when she goes to counselling she will get better Harry thought hoping he was somehow doing the right thing.