Chasing Dragonflies

Chapter 8

Harry smiled at Ron, who was doing his potions work which Dean had brought up for them, after a quick make out session, which both boys wanted to go further, but decided it could wait till later, knowing that Snape would criticise their work even more now they were not in his actual lessons.

Harry had almost completed his work, and was staring at Ron, who looked as if he was stuck, "Want help?" Harry asked and moved closer to to Ron.

"I'm alright, thanks mate." Ron smiled, "Just finishing it. We can go down to the hospital wing once I've done it, get you some sleeping potion."

"Okay dear." Harry smiled, "Ron, you've been sleeping properly haven't you?"

"Not really, but when i know you will be getting proper sleep so will I." Ron smiled, and kissed Harry's lips.

Ron continued with his work, Harry reading over it, he wondered how Ron had become so good at his work, when usually he would moan non stop about how hard it was. Reading it over, Harry realised it was actually quite good, smiled proudly at his boy friend. "All done." Ron grinned, and kissed Harry roughly and pulling him on top of him, kissing him once more before getting up to go to the hospital wing.

"Harry, Ron, i was just sending some one up for you." Their head of house breathed heavily, as if she had been running.

"Why?" Ron asked confused.

"Have you not heard?" She asked, "Its miss Granger, she's in the hospital wing."

"What?" Harry said, "It was Draco wasn't it."

"Is she?" Ron couldn't finish the sentence.

"No, she was found almost straight after, and Madam Pomfrey and a Healer got to her straight away, she's asleep, but she was mumbling your names."

"Our names?" Ron said, confused.

"Yes, your names." She said, and ushered the boys further into the hospital wing.

Hermione was pushed up with pillows behind her bed, keeping her body straight, she was sleeping lightly, moving around, holding her stomach, where there was a red circle where her wound was. Her face was white, and her eyes red, she didn't look anything like Hermione the boys loved.

"Ron, its all my fault." Harry cried quietly, as he moved away from Hermione's bed. "I could have stopped it."

"You tried, we told the Dumbledore, but he couldn't do anything about it with no proof, he probably had people watching him, that's why she was found straight away." Ron said, "Don't blame your self."

"Weasley is right," McGonagall smiled, "Don't blame your self Potter."

"Did you find Draco?" Ron asked.

"No," She scowled, "Potter why don't you get your potion from Madam Pomfrey, Mr Weasley a word please."

0x0x0

After spending an hour sitting with Hermione, who didn't wake up, but the matron had said them being there was a big help, so both boys were reluctant to leave, but was forced to when the curfew was coming closer.

"Did you get the potions?" Ron asked as he sat on his bed, after telling every one that Hermione was fine, as their whole house was worried about her.

"Yeah, if you still find it hard to sleep, you should get some." Harry said, Ron nodded, and rest his head on his pillow, Harry's joining him. "What did McGonagall want with you for?"

"She, er, well wanted to know about us." Ron mumbled.

"What do you mean?" Harry said.

"You know, how my work has been improving slightly," Ron said, "a lot of the teachers think my sudden improvement is because of a potion i have been using."

"What potion?" Harry said.

"I've not been using a potion Harry, and i told her that, and she asked if something has happened in my personal life," Ron said, and paused. "I told her that i was finally happy about myself and she clocked on to me and you, and said something about when your happy you do things more certainty or something, i was confused by it, she just had to make sure i wasn't doing any potions." Ron rushed on.

"I'm glad your happy." Harry smiled.

"Its weird though, being happy makes you do more work, i didn't think that could happen."

"Same." Harry said with a small laugh. "Your turning into Hermione."

"Shut it." Ron said and kissed Harry quickly, "I'm going to the library,"

"Oh no your not." Harry pulled Ron closer and kissed him passionately not caring that there was people in the dorm.

0x0x0

Even though what happened in his nightmare had sort of come true, only Ron hadn't been killed, but Hermione was still hurt, Harry didn't let Ron out of his sight, still scared that he would get hurt, not that Ron cared, he thought that it was cute, making little jokes about it. "We should really do something nice for Hermy." Ron said, as he lay on his bed, Harry lying on his lap.

"Like what? Get her a little card saying, hey sorry your boyfriend stabbed you and everything, but i did tell you he would, but you were to up your own ass to believe me?" Harry said.

"You know, bitterness in your voice is very attractive." Ron laughed. "But I'm serious, we should do something nice for her."

"Fine, but what?" Harry asked.

"First of all, we could apologise," Ron said, "Then show her we still want to be friends."

"I'm not apologising." Harry said flatly.

"Okay, but i will. I feel a bit guilty about everything." Ron sighed, "Your going to try and be her friend right?"

"Fine, but if she looks at you the way i look at you when I'm undressing you with my eyes, I'll have to put my foot down."

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Ron smiled.

0x0x0

Hermione walked into the common room, her body a bag of nerves, every one smiled at her, which from how they reacted to her before, was as if they were welcoming her back with open arms.

"Hey. How you feeling?" Ron grinned, as he got up and hugged her lightly, "Sit down." He smiled and helped her sit down on the chair he was sitting on.

"Fine, thanks." Hermione smiled, taken back by how Ron was acting.

"You look better then you did." Harry said, not as enthusiastic as how Ron was speaking, but at least he made the effort.

"Thanks, i feel much better." She smiled. "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry."

"Its alright, now need to apologise." Ron smiled, "You had a momentary lapse of madness,"

"Yeah." Hermione smiled, "Are we alright?" She asked, hoping the answer would be yes.

"Of course we are." Ron smiled, "Gosh and teachers think your clever." Ron rolled his eyes, and Hermione laughed, Harry smiled slightly even though he didn't mean it, he wanted to make Ron happy.

The night passed quickly, to Hermione's surprise, the boys were up to date with all their home work, and it was her that was behind, assuring words from Ron made her realise she wouldn't get into trouble for it, as she had been in the hospital wing for just under a week.

"I'm getting tired, I'm going to head to bed." Ron yawned, feeling weighed down, he got up and went to walk of, holding onto support from the sofas.

"Ron, are you okay?" Harry asked rushing to his side, leaning under Ron so he could give his support.

"Fine, just probably coming down with flue." Ron said, "I'll be fine in the morning."

Harry stared at Ron from his own bed, after being forced to sleep on his own, Ron not wanting to give Harry his bug. Ron was moving around more than usual, and his snoring was blocked out by his heavy breathing, what ever it was, it wasn't flue.

"Morning," Harry smiled at Ron, Ron was pale, his eyes seemed darker then ever, and his head was heavy and fixed onto the pillow. "How are you feeling?"

"Shit." Ron mumbled, opening his eyes was a huge effort, so he kept them shut.

"I'm taking you to the hospital wing." Harry said, Ron nodded, and tried to get up, failing, his legs were jelly under him, and he fell to the floor, his head hitting the chest next to his bed, a muffled groan of pain and Ron fell into darkness.