The wind seemed ten times stronger, the cold ten times colder and the pain Harry felt in his heart ten times more real. Ginny lay limp in his arms and he moved as quickly as he could approaching the castle. Flurries of snow were effecting Harry's vision and by the time he arrived at the hospital wing he was aching to his bones with cold. Poppy Pomfrey, the school nurse, was busy rooting through a cupboard with several different bottles of murky coloured potions in it.
"Madam Pomfrey!" Harry called out with desperation lingering in his voice. Madam Pomfrey abruptly swung around and paled a little at the sight of Ginny.
"On that bed there! Place her down, careful!"
Harry placed Ginny on the bed quickly but delicately and waited as Madam Pomfrey hurried over whilst frowning and biting her lip.
"What happened?" She said, turning her attention to Harry after having a quick inspection of Ginny which seemed far to brief, in Harry's opinion, to be thorough.
"Quidditch practise. There was a really strong unexpected gust of wind, we managed to stay on apart from Ginny."
"That blasted game!" Madam Pomfrey muttered. "More casualties due to those silly matches than anything else, honestly!"
"Is she going to be okay?" Harry cut in before Madam Pomfrey could drone on about how she wished they would all just keep off broomsticks and make her job so much easier.
"Oh, she'll be quite alright I expect. Well, she certainly won't be able to play quidditch for a while but other than that she should be able to leave the hospital wing as soon as she's been conscious and healthy for a day."
"B-but how do you know she's going to regain consciousness?" Harry stammered.
"It is very unlikely that she won't be awake by tomorrow morning, awake but groggy."
"R-right. And other than that she'll be okay?"
"I'm rather sure, Potter. Now, if you'll just step aside for a moment so I can do my job.."
Within five minutes the sound of footsteps could be heard along the corridor and a terrified looking Ron appeared
"Is she alright!" He shouted as he approached the foot of Ginny's bed.
"Ah, I was expecting you'd be here soon. She'll be quite alright, dear."
"Then why isn't she awake!"
"As I have just explained to Harry, Ginny will be awake by morning. She's had quite a nasty fall and I've had to use a few potions to sort her out internally, but other than that she should be fine."
"So.. You alright? You nearly came off your broom.." Ron muttered hastily.
"I-yeah. I'm fine thanks." Harry replied.
"I'm sorry for blowing up at you the other day. I.. Would you mind telling me what actually happened though?" Ron said, biting his lip as soon as he had spoke as if regretting his words.
"It's okay. I was an idiot. I let her down. I let you down. I let the trio down.." Harry started. "I was in the great hall. She came in and.. I can't explain it. Then I got some puking pastilles off Fred and George to get off potions. Ginny was in the common room. She told me she couldn't face lessons because her and Dean were constantly arguing and she wanted to break it off with him. She told me how she'd waited for me for years, but she'd accepted how we weren't going to be together. I couldn't handle it, I just got up and kissed her. I realised what I was doing, remembered Dean, remembered she was your little sister and I wasn't aloud to feel like that about her and I stopped. I dashed to the boys dormitory but she called out and I stopped. She caught up with me and told me how she'd never stopped loving me, we kissed, again. Dean came in.." Harry trailed off.
There was silence for a few moments before Ron spoke.
"Y-you really love her?"
Harry nodded. "I'm sorry. I won't.. I won't.. be with her." The last part was barely a whisper and Harry struggled to stem the tears that were so desperately attempting to escape from his eyes.
"No. You love her. She loves you." Ron muttered. "If you two can admit that, if you can both say how you feel about each other and mean the same things.. then.. Be together."
"Ron?" Harry muttered.
"Hm?"
"Hermione. Y-you… Ron do you love Hermione?" Harry regretted opening his mouth as soon as he had spat the words out.
"You breathe a word to anyone, Harry Potter and it won't just be the wind trying to knock you off your broomstick."
The red haired girl who was led facing the opposite wall away from the two boys smiled, though her eyes were still shut. Ron was going to let them be together. Harry felt the same way. And she had just realised how good she was at pretending to still be unconscious.
A/N: The end! I was planning on carrying this on with constant struggles until a final happy ending, but I thought here was a sweet place to end it. Thankyou to all the reviews I've had for this story and I hope you've all enjoyed this 3
