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WHITE LILIES

CHAPTER ELEVEN: GREAT PERSON

I woke up early the next day to visit Harry and Ron. It was another weekend so everyone was still sleeping soundly in their beds. I stalked out of the Gryffindor Tower, passing the deserted corridors, my feet taking me to the Hospital Wing.

I walked inside and everything was silent except for Ron's snores. My eyes traveled to the other bed where Harry was lying, still asleep. There was a smile on his lips and I couldn't help myself but stare at it. He was like a child having a very nice dream.

"Is that you, Miss Granger?"

I almost jumped when I heard someone mention my name. I looked around and saw Madam Pomfrey standing before her office.

"Yes, it's me, Madam Pomfrey," I said after catching my breath. "Just visiting Harry and Ron to see if they're doing fine."

"I understand," she said as she walked towards the door. "Oh, and good thing you are here, too. I'll be out for a while. I need to go to the Green House and talk to Pomona – you know, Professor Sprout. I'll be going to Severus too and ask him to make me Pepper-Up Potions...we're lacking those. So, please look at them while I am away."

I nodded and she disappeared behind the door. I moved towards Harry's bed and sat down beside him. I leaned closer, my face hovering on top of his, and stared at him. He had changed a lot since I first met him on the train. There were now shadows under his eyes, maybe because of Quidditch. Back then, he was a cute boy of eleven. Now, he's a handsome, young man of seventeen. He's a great guy and he's been my friend for almost seven years. He's become a big part of my life and a want him to be a part of it for the rest its days.

You have no idea how much you mean to me, I thought to myself as a stared at him.

Suddenly, he grunted then slowly opened his eyes. He blinked twice then looked at me.

"Am I already dead?" he asked.

I was taken aback by his question. Dead? How come he thinks that he's dead?

"What are you talking about, Harry?"

"This is heaven, right?" he said in a hushed voice. He seemed to be struggling to speak. "That must mean I'm dead."

"No!" I exclaimed. "Heavens, what made you say that? Are feeling okay? Is there something wrong? Maybe you need more rest –"

"I'm fine," he said. "Actually, I feel like I'm floating."

"Dear, Harry...what's wrong with you?"

I began to worry about his sanity. What if that beating up affected his brain? What if he was losing his mind? I'll never forgive Crabbe and Goyle for this!

But then he smiled at me and said, "I'm in heaven because I can see an angel sitting right next to me."

I felt hot around the face. "I can see that you're back to normal now, Potter."

He chuckled and sat bolt up too quickly that I gasped. "You think so?" he said happily. "Then, I won't need these things now!" He started removing the bandages from his head.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" I said too loud, forgetting that Ron was still sleeping on the next bed. Harry tossed the bandages on the floor and started to remove his head support.

"GOODNESS! STOP THAT!" I cried.

"What's going on?"

It was Ron. Harry and I fell silent abruptly and looked over to him. He was sitting on his bed, an annoyed look painted across his face.

"Uh, sorry Ron," I said and Harry stared at me. "It's Harry. He was – uh – never mind. Just go back to sleep. Promise, we'll be quiet –"

"Nah," Ron said, shaking his head. "I've had enough sleep. Right now, nature calls!"

Then he stood up suddenly. I yelped and clutched my chest. What do they think they're doing? They're not completely fine yet! Boys...

Ron walked towards the bathroom, still slightly limping. Harry laughed and he successfully removed the head support from his head.

"So, tell me, Hermione," said Harry, smiling. "What happened while I was dozing?"

"Last night I talked to Ron," I said. "I told him we miss him and we want him back."

"Really? What did he say?"

"Said he was sorry."

Harry shook his head and laughed. "I knew you'd be the one to fix things between you and Ron. He's got so much pride!"

"Yeah, I know."

"You are a great person, Hermione Granger." He beamed at me.

"Thank you."

"If I were given a chance to spend the rest of my life with someone, it would be you."

I blushed. "Oh, I – that was – really?"

"Really," he said.

Then, the door of the Hospital opened and in came Madam Pomfrey. She spotted the bandages on the floor and the head support that Harry was holding. He looked back at him. Then...

"POTTER!"