The next part is in Harry's perspective. So everyone will know what happened.
We broke apart. I knew I shouldn't have done that. I got up to go. I heard Hermione get up to follow me. I opened the door and I heard a sigh. I turned around and saw Hermione holding a hand to her head and swaying dangerously. She fell and I jumped and caught her just in time.
"RON! MRS. WEASLEY! SOMEONE! HELP!" I shouted. I picked Hermione up. She wasn't moving and her eyes were closed.
Ron threw open the door. "Harry! What's wr-HERMIONE!" He stared opened-mouth at Hermione's limp form.
"Ron! Help me get her downstairs!"
Ron opened the door and ran ahead of me shouting. "Mum! MUM! COME QUICK!"
Mrs. Weasley came running in from the garden. "Ronald! What are you shouting about?"
"Mum! Something's wrong with Hermione!"
"Where is she!" I walked as fast as I could to Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh my goodness! Aurther! AURTHER! FRED! GEORGE! GINNY! GET IN THE CAR! Bill!"
Bill's head poked through the garden door. "Yeah Mum?"
"You stay here! We have to go St. Mungo's!" Bill's expression turned to panic.
"What happened!"
"Later!" Mrs' Weasley grabbed her coat and keys. "Boys, get in the car. Harry, be careful with her."
I nodded and made my way toward the kitchen door but not before hearing Mrs. Weasley talking to Ron. "Ronald, I would apparate us there but Ginny's too young and it's not the best thing for someone's who's unconscious. I don't want to risk it. Now get in the car!" She ran ahead of Ron and me. Ron opened the kitchen door and held it open while I went through. I heard Fred, George, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley protesting and asking what was wrong. I quickly ran across the lawn following Ron who ran ahead again and opened the car door. I quickly slid inside and Ron slid in after me and shut the door.
When everyone saw Hermione they all went into a panic. Mr. Weasley gasped and muttered "Oh, my." Under his breath. Fred and George's eyes grew wide and Ginny stifled a small scream. Mrs. Weasley was in the driver's seat and yelled to the back, "Hold on everyone!" She slammed on the gas pedal and the car flew forward. The two or three minutes it took to get to St. Mungo's were exactly like the way back from Hermione's, except that everyone was scared and Ron's face was completely drained of color. When we got there I ran to the dummies outside the abandoned shop.
"Quick! Please!" The dummy nodded and I ran through. "Help! Please!" Some people turned to stare but I didn't care. This might be the prophecy coming true. "PLEASE!" I screamed. My head felt like it was about to burst. A nurse quickly walked up to us. She conjured a strecher and started to take Hermione but she couldn't because I had a firm grip on her. I didn't want to let her go. What if she dies? I want to close to her when she does.
"Harry," Mrs. Weasley said gently. "Let go. Hermione can be helped here. Please."
I finally allowed the healer to place her on a stretcher. I placed my hand on the bar on the edge of the bed. I stared at Hermione's limp body. "I'm not leaving you Hermione." I whispered softly. "Not now, not ever."
"Harry, let's go to the waiting room." Mrs. Weasley placed her hand on my shoulder.
"No." I muttered.
"Harry, come on." Ron tried help his mom by pulling on my other shoulder a little.
"NO!" I shouted. I twisted from his grip. "NO! Just let me GO!" I started to run. Down the hallway Hermione's stretcher had managed to disappear down in those few seconds.