Hey, everyone! This one is a lot shorter then the last one, but it gets more adorable and fluffy as it goes.
Disclaimer- If I were JK, I wouldn't be writing fan-fiction. I'd be writing a new generation book!
Third Year
The girl looked at the bloody, bruised up leg that belonged to Ron Weasley. "Ooh, that looks so painful." She commented, secretly admiring how relaxed Ron was being.
"Yeah, it's not bad…" The memory kept running through her mind, over and over again, from what happened three nights ago.
Hermione Granger couldn't sleep. Ron was in the hospital, leg still making him unable to walk around the castle, or go to class. The day she woke up from being petrified, she found piles and piles of homework around her bed. Her immediate thought was Harry. But right after that, Pomfry came in and exclaimed, "Oh good, you're up! I was afraid the red headed boy was running out of space." Ron, he did this? Now Hermione couldn't help but want to see that same boy.
The very same boy who was impressed when she punched Malfoy in the face. Or when she seemed to be in two places at one. Ron, who liked to argue, yet comforts her when she needed a hug. Without a second thought, Hermione put on her shoes and headed towards the hospital wing.
Several times, she almost got caught by Filch. She wished she had Harry's invisibility cloack. It would've been handy at a time like this. When she entered the wing, Madam Pomfry came up to her. She expected her to tell her to go back to bed. Instead, she said, "He's over there." Hermione opened her mouth, then closed it, unsure what to say. She decided to leave it a mystery.
Hermione thanked her, and then slid across the room to the sleeping ginger haired boy. While on her way, she made several bumps, though never managed to wake him up. As soon as she sat down, the blue eyes awoke. Sure, he wakes up to the silence, she thought.
"Hermione? What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Ron asked, his teenage reflexes kicking in. She smiled, though she never knew that she loved his voice so much.
"Couldn't sleep." She whispered back.
"So you just decided to come here?" he asked, not being able to make sense out of the situation.
"Ron, I know it's confusing. Believe me; I don't even know why I came here tonight. The only part I really DO know is, I can't get the whole Sirius biting your leg thing out of my head. Do you know how fast my heart was beating when that dog grabbed your leg? When he came for you, it was beating so loud, I was afraid Harry could hear it. When he grabbed hold of your leg, it stopped altogether. In the next ten minutes, all I could think was, 'I am going to find him. I have to find him.' That's the only thing running through my mind right now. That same ten minutes, over, and over. But, since I got here tonight, it's been much better," Hermione hush-whispered.
As soon as she stopped, Ron couldn't think of a thing to say, except one thing she has wanted to tell her for the past three days. "You know, Hermione, I was scared. But not just for Harry. In fact it was for you, too. I don't know what you did; Granger, but I can't picture my life without you. I'm glad I accepted you into our group. Weather you covered up for me, or not, I am glad you did." Ron smirked at the thought of him being able to do the levitation spell, because Hermione had lectured him.
The confused bushy haired girl nodded. "I suppose that's why we're here tonight, keeping each other company."
"Hermione?" Ron asked, after sitting in a comfortable silence.
"Hmmm?" she muttered back, finally feeling tired.
"I am sorry about accusing your cat. I guess I just wanted someone else to blame."
"Don't worry about it, Ronald." She replied softly.
"Hermione? May I hold your hand? Yours is still looking bruised up."
"Sure." As soon as Ron grabbed hold of her hand, Hermione realized she had a crush on Ron Weasley. She, Hermione Granger, fancied Ron.
Little did she know, Ron was thinking the same thing as her. They fell asleep that way, hand in hand.
Madam Pomfry walked step by step on the narrow, pale halls. She looked head left to right, each time. Left, right, left, right, le- she did a double take. She stood there, watching Hermione Granger, with her friend, Ronald Weasley. As she walked closer, she could see what was hidden underneath the girl's hair. It was the two kid's hands, held tight against each other.
She couldn't help but smile.