Weeks went by and Ron was still in his coma. Nothing Madame Pomfrey did was helping him. Draco wept in silence for the loss of his companion. Ron's fever had reached 105 degrees, and his skin was as cold as ice. Hermione and Harry where there everyday, watching over their friend in his time of need. Draco would walk outside of the infirmary and glance in at his love. The sight made Draco go cold and white, bile rising in his throat. Draco would catch Harry and Hermione leaving his loves side and listen as intently as he could at their words.
"I hope he makes it." Hermione would say clutching Harry and crying into his shoulder.
"It''ll be okay." said Harry returning her hug and assuring her everything would be alright. At night, when everyone was asleep Draco would climb out of his bed and into the infirmary to watch Ron sleep. He would brush the hair out of Ron's eyes and kiss his forehead. There were never long moments of stay because of his predicament, but when he did stay he would just look at Ron and a tear would fall from his eyes.
Two weeks later
"RON!" Hermione shouted. "Oh Ron! You are awake!" She hugged Ron with all her might, knocking him down from his sitting position.
"I, um, what's going on?" Ron looked around quizzically. "Why am I here?" looking down at his bed sheets and the walls of the infirmary.
"Ron-" Harry looked at Hermione. "You don't know why you are here?" Ron was even more confused
"Um, no! what's going on!" Ron rose from his bed.
"Sit back Ron." Hermione pushed Ron back onto the bed. "Ron, you have been in a coma these past few weeks."
"Weeks!" exclaimed Ron
"Try over a month!"
"OVER A MONTH!" Ron shot up from his bed again
"Lay down!" said Hermione. "Madame Pomfrey want you to stay here a few more weeks. You are unstable and you still have a fever. You passed out after running from us at lunch."
"Oh, has anyone else been here?" Ron asked.
"No, where you expecting someone?" Hermione asked in return.
"NO! no, I was just curious. That's all."
"Well, okay. But hey Ron, we have class we better be heading to, we'll come by later."
"K, later guys." 'Why didn't Draco come by, wasn't he worried at all?'
Five minutes later, Ron heard a rustle outside of the window, so he looked and immediately turned red with anger.
"YOU!!!" Ron screamed. "Why haven't you come to see me? Don't you care at all?"
"Ron please quiet! I wanted to, but couldn't, only at night. Oh, Ron you have no idea how worried I have been. Ron please believe me." Draco was pleading, and his eyes were glistening with tears.
"Bullshit!" said Ron. "I thought you cared about me? You couldn't show your face here? Only at night?!" Draco had turned and began to get mad
"Look here! I wanted to see you, I wanted to hold you and tell you everything was okay. You cannot say I don't care! I not only visited you but I did so at night! If I had gotten caught...seeing you, and at night ! God Ron! My dad would have been here and gone already and killed you!"
"I don't care! If you don't want to see me in the daytime, I don't want to see you at night. I don't want to see you anymore!"
"Ron!!!" exclaimed Draco "I-"
"GO AWAY!" Draco hung his head and tried to say another word but knew it was worthless. With a last glimpse he walked away from the window.
"Ron, please, I love you, please. Don't you know you're killing me?"