Madame Pomfrey had asked him to stay outside until she healed Hermione´s ankle. Even though it was a shot wait, Ron was really anxious. He started to walk in circles, as it looked like he was trying to make a hole in the ground. After what seemed a long time, for him anyway, he was allowed in. He almost ran towards her bed, and held her tightly when he got there. "My friend!", he sighed, "My dearest friend. Are you alright?"
"Much better now that you´re here"
"Really? That´s flattering! But seriously, is it still hurting?"
"No. Not anymore. I´m just in bed because Madame Pomfrey insisted that I should rest for a while, but I don´t feel anything. I´m fine."
"See? You got hurt while you were on the ground, and nothing happened while you were flying!"
"Yeah, the ground is not always a firm place."
They laughed. Ron looked at her and said,
"You scared the hell out of me, did you know that?
She laughed, and said, "You got more scared then myself. You´re so sweet!"
"You know I worry about you. More then I worry about myself", he said, softly.
"It´s no wonder I like you so much.", she sighed, and her expression could almost show everything she felt for him.
Half an hour later they climbed the portrait hole that led to Griffindor commom room together, and Harry quickly came to ask, "What happen? Colin just told me he saw you carrying Hermione to the hospital wing! You´re alright, Hermione?"
"I´m fine, now. Just broke my ankle, but Madame Pomfrey fixed it in a moment "
"She really fixes everything in a second, doesn´t she?"
"Yeah, I don´t know what Hogwarts would do without her"
"Hermione, weren´t you going to help me with that essay? Let´s go!" he grabbed her hand and led her to a table.
What was that? Hermione thought. He couldn't have been jealous, could he? Not of Harry! She´d really hate it if they started to fight again. They were friends after all, surely friends arent jealous of each other. This couldn´t mean what she was thinking, could it? Surely not. But then again, she wasn´t even sure of her own feelings!
"Ron. I was talking to Harry. What was that about?"
He sounded strange. Clearly embarrassed, she noticed.
"Do you wanna talk to me somewhere else?", she asked. He nodded, and so they went upstairs to the boys dormitory, seeing that everyone else was in the common room.
"So. What was that about?"
His ears turned red and he ran a nervous hand through his hair, looking down. Hermione place her hand in his, and caressed it, while she said, her voice softer then usual, "Ron. I´m not accusing you of anything. I just need to know what happened downstairs."
"I´m sorry, I was stupid. Even I can´t believe it. I was jealous of Harry!", he said, and seemed to be trying to justify himself in every word he uttered, "When he came asking about my baby, all worried, I thought, it was stupid, I know, but I thought I was the only guy who had the right to be worried about you!"
To Ron´s surprise, she didn´t reprimand him, on the contrary, she hugged him and said, "Don´t let it happen again, alright?"
"Sure"