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A/N : Chapter three, Carries straight on from chapter 2, Suprisingly.. :) Do Enjoy.. I'm probably most proud of this chapter so far.. So Please Rate & Review, I need to know what you guys think and what I can improve on! x
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Chapter 3: Suit yourself.
Hermione held in the anger whilst the tears gently rolled down her cheek, "How could you Ron?!"
Ron shook his head, "How could I? Did you not hear anything he said? Wouldn't you be angry, I had every right!"
"Ron he is your best friend, How could you just hex him like that?"
Ron coughed with laughter, "Best friend? Ha, yeah right Hermione.. best friends don't do that to eachother, they don't bitch about eachother behind their backs."
Hermione stood up in anger, "And best friends don't hex eachother out!"
There was a silence so quiet, it peirced through their hearts, the air around them suddenly feeling sharp and tense. Hermione's eyes drifted down to Harry's lifeless body..
"I knew he wasn't going to hurt you Ron, so why did you do it?"
"Hermione are you blind?" He turned his back on her sharply and sat on the bed in the corner, sheltered by the entrancing darkness. "He would have killed me if I didn't get my jinx in now.. He raised his wand too you know."
Hermione sighed, "Ron you know Harry better than anyone, you know he never would have hurt you. A simple silencing jinx to make you listen and thats all."
Ron began mumbling under his breath, "Maybe I should use one on you, might shut you up and get you off my back."
Hermione's head turned sharply towards his, "What's that?"
"Err. Nothing.."
Hermione tried to pretend Ron wasn't there as she got to her knees and placed two fingers on Harry's neck, looking for a pulse.
"I can't find anything.."
She continued moving her fingers around his neck as her sentence broke off and Ron spoke up.
"You mean?" He spoke with slight worry in his voice.
She continued moving them around, switching sides and eventually moving to his wrist. She sighed quietly watching her breath stand out in the cold, frosty air..
"He's alive.." She smiled up at Ron who had seemed to turn away again from what she could tell through the darkness, a tear of happiness rolled down Hermiones cheek, "Thank goodness." She really thought he would have been dead this time, Days without decent food, drink and constantly dealing with tension, this might have been the end of him in her opinion. But of course, she was glad it wasn't.
Ron groaned in the darkness before getting back into his bed.
"Ron, what's up with you? You've been really moody lately, now you find out Harry's alive and you couldn't seem more disapointed." Hermione spoke quietly all of a sudden, knowing Harry was alive.
Ron groaned again, "Shut it."
Hermione stood up and walked fiercely over to Ron's bed, whipping the blankets from him.
"All I'm trying to do is be a half decent friend and look out for you. You think thats easy if you keep shoving me off like this?" Her voice raised the slightest whilst becoming harsher.
Ron simply snatched the blankets back before repeating himself, "I SAID, shut it."
"Fine. Whatever Ron, If you want to shove me off like that, Carry on. If you want to lose your two best friends in one night. Carry on. If thats how you want it to be then, Suit yourself." Hermione turned around and sat down on the floor beside Harry. She moved his body over towards hers and raised his head onto her leg. He was strangely warm, and felt as if he had been sweating. His hair was sticking to his forehead but straggling in many akward places. She brushed it back to its normal state before wiping the sweat off her hands and onto the cold grass beneath her.
She began search his face for cuts of any kind and as doing so she could feel a slight twitch on her left leg, Harry was moving.
"Harry? Can you hear me?" She smiled down at his pale, once motionless face began to flinch, his eyes slowly opening to reveal his green eyes that still continued to shine in the darkest of nights.
"H.. Hermione? Is that y-you?"
"Yeah, Harry, it's me." Her smile grew larger after hearing him say her name once more, "How do you feel?"
"In pain.. Dizzy.. slight buttache, but that might be how I landed, What excactly happened?"
Hermione sat him up a bit more. "Ron was just deciding if his friends were more important that winning a stupid fight." She paused looking out into the distance of the open door once again. "Clearly, he made the wrong choice.."