A/N: Woohoo, I'm finally back. Now some people have been complaining about my grammar, and I have one thing to say: My parents just told me that I'm slightly dyslexic. This is why I have problems with grammar. Haha, it's not my fault! Anyways, someone please tell me what a Beta reader is and how I get one. It took me a while to write this, I guess I had gotten out of the habit. Three weeks is a long time. ENJOY AND REVIEW!

Chapter Six: Ron's Infirmary Uneasiness

"I can't believe this happened, I should've done something. I could have prevented this. It's all my fault." Ron was pacing the floor of the infirmary. So much so, that Harry swore he was about to wear a hole through it. He couldn't say he blamed Ron, it took all the restraint Harry had not to follow suit. Ron shouldn't feel so guilty; it's obvious that this is my fault.

"Ron, you were hundreds of feet away! There was nothing you could do. If it was anyone's fault here it was mine. I could have continued diving; I didn't have to pull away. If I had, maybe we wouldn't be here now, maybe Hermione wouldn't be…." Harry didn't have the heart to finish his sentence.

Both fell silent, enveloped in their own thoughts. No matter how much they tried to convince themselves it was not their fault, they couldn't. Even still, they couldn't shake a nagging feeling that both had in the pit of their stomach. Harry found this feeling suspicious; Ron assumed it was his body telling him he was going to be sick.

Momentarily both boys' thoughts' were diverted to some yelling that was taking place just outside the infirmary.

"What do you mean we can't see him, we are his friends," Snarled an obviously pissed voice that both recognized to be Pansy Parkinson.

"He is in critical condition right now, no one can see him." Madame Pomfrey calmly stated. She was trying her best to quell the mad girl, but obviously to no avail.

"Then why are Potter and Weasley in there," Boomed a different, lower, voice. It sounded like Crabbe or possibly Goyle, but it boggled Ron and Harry to think either boy could string together a sentence.

"They are in there Mr. Goyle because both were hurt in the incident." It was true. Right as Ron was arriving at the scene in the stands, Harry had decided to fly towards Hermione. The two had collided into each other, lost their balance and consequently, plummeted to the ground. Harry was now bearing an arm splint, waiting for Madame Pomfrey to come and heal it. Ron, who had swallowed a whole mouthful of dirt, was currently throwing up about every thirty minutes.

"I don't care if their hurt and we're not; I still insist we see Malfoy." At that very second both Harry and Ron discovered what that nagging feeling at the pit of their stomachs was; Malfoy.

That insensitive little………

Disgusting piece of slime………..

"Malfoy." They muttered in unison, and, continuing in synchronization walked over to were Malfoy lay unconscious. They both reached the bed; Harry found the opening and thrust open the curtains. He found himself glaring down at Malfoy's limp body, not caring that he was completely helpless. Ron could barely contain the rage he was feeling towards Malfoy. He felt like he needed to hit something, a lot. So there he stood; staring down at the lifeless heap of a sad excuse for a human, bringing his fist up to his face, never blinking, never faltering, never thinking, preparing for what he felt was the inevitable.

"Step away from Malfoy's cot now. He does not need to be bothered." Madam Pomfrey, who had obviously taken care or the situation, was currently trying and failing to pull the two away from Draco. "Now you two, step away now." Her voice had gone up two notches on the sternness meter. Harry recognized this and let his glare fall from Draco's bed.

"Come on Ron," Harry whispered, then, noticing Ron's raised fist, "He's not worth it." Ron turned to look at Harry. It was then that he saw his own hand. Slightly shocked to see it there balled up in a fist, he lowered it, and stepped away. Madame Pomfrey grabbed the curtains and pulled them around Draco until he was once again hidden from the rest of the world. She turned around to stare sternly at the pair. "I realize you are both frustrated with Mr. Malfoy right now, but I must ask you to contain yourselves until he is out of my care." She winked and smiled slightly before letting her expression turn stolid once again.

"How is Hermione?" Ron's heart twinged slightly at her name. He was scared to death to find out the answer to his question, but at the same time couldn't bear to wait any longer. He wrung his hands, and wasn't the least bit surprised to find his palms sweaty.

"Well," Truthfully, Madame Pomfrey didn't know what to say. She was unsure of Hermione's condition. In a best case scenario Hermione would wake up with little more than a concussion. In a worst case scenario Hermione would be, well, a lot worse off, "right now I honestly don't know. But she should be waking up shortly;" She walked away and muttered under her breath, "hopefully."

Harry sat down on a chair and waited. Ron found his way to Hermione's bed and stood there, watching over the girl he liked, loved. Yea, I love her. He looked over his shoulder only to find Harry sleeping, and Madame Pomfrey gone. He leant over and softly kissed Hermione on her forehead. He found himself reluctant to move from his current position, he loved the feel of her body heat. It gave him a sense of relief, like everything was going to be okay. It is going to be okay. She's going to wake up and everything is going to be back to normal. She's going to be fine………oh god, please let her be fine. He sat there and prayed, something he didn't do very often, and then he whispered softly into her ear.

"You are going to be fine…… you have to be. You're going to wake up, and everything is going to be fine……..Your going to be okay,……I mean, we haven't gone out yet…………." Ron went quiet. Slowly his eyes widened, and quickly he added in, "If you just heard that last bit….well…… I was only joking." Ron reached for her hand, and, feeling the warmth it radiated, brought up his other hand to smother her small, soft hand.

He looked up into her emotionless face, half-expecting to see Hermione's beautiful hazel pools looking back at him. But they weren't. Hermione's face remained calm, almost dead looking. It's unsettling………. It doesn't look real. Looking at her sent unwanted chills up his spine, so, he closed his eyes and laid his head on her bed. He nodded off about fifteen minutes later.

Five minutes after that he woke and abruptly ran off to throw up.

Ten minutes after that, someone stirred in their bed and slowly opened their eyes to look around at the world that surrounded them.

A/N: So I know it's a bit short, but I like it a lot for some reason unbeknownst to me. I worked a lot onspeaker tags this chapter, didthey improve at all?Hope you liked it and it's not too much of a cliffhanger, oh how I love cliffhangers. REVIEW! PLEASE AND THANK YOUS!