Okay, I have no excuses what so ever. But I've received a couple of favourites/alerts to this story and it's been a while since I've updated so it still seems to catch people's attentions and get them interested even if I'm kind of over it myself. This chapter is in Hermione's perspective and it is fairly short compared to what my other chapter lengths are. It also may seem fairly ... scattered? I wrote half in some sort of particular mood, then the other half in another different mood. Usually this reflects on my writing unfortunatly for me, so please just tell me and review :3
The door closed behind Harry and Hermione and Ron were left in the Hospital Wing alone.
'What happened during the match? You looked distracted.' Hermione said without hesitation.
'You know why.' Ron muttered, his ears going bright red and he looked away. He appeared glad that they were alone.
'Was it because of what we were discussing about before the match?' She guessed.
'Maybe.' He seemed to not want to discuss it.
'Ron, you won't get me pregnant just by kissing me.' Hermione said rolling her eyes.
'I just think that maybe we're taking it to fast. We're still teenagers.' He said plainly.
'Stereotypically speaking, aren't our opinions supposed to be reversed?' Hermione joked.
'This isn't funny. What if we accidently take it too far and I end up ruining your entire career because of some mistake! I know how much your career means to you –'
'Absolutely nothing.' Hermione interrupted.
Ron was left gaping like a fish. 'Bu – but, you've been going on for years about getting the perfect grades so you can get the best career you can. And that's not going to happen if you end up having to desert it all for a child you didn't want!'
'I have the best grades I could possibly hope for and no doubt any employer would hire one of the Golden Trio if they got the chance.'
Ron looked at her. 'That doesn't sound like the Hermione Granger I know; taking advantage of a title.'
'Well it's a new year isn't it? The world is changing for the best. The war is over and I'm going to grasp any opportunity I can.' She smiled.
'That's more like it.' He smirked.
There was a pause in which Ron played with a frayed bit of the blanket, avoiding looking at her.
'Ron what is your reason for not wanting to do it? It was my idea so it's not like you're pressuring me. . .' she trailed off and began to search Ron's eyes for something because he still wouldn't look up at her. 'It's not because you're scared of getting me pregnant is it?'
'Partly.' Ron mumbled.
'Oh Ronald.' Hermione sighed, smiling sweetly at him.
'Hermione.' Ron said back to her simply. 'Can you please leave? I'm tired.' And he pulled the covers up further and rolled over so his back was to her.
Hermione looked down at him. Ron appeared to be completely ignoring her but she knew that he was listening to her every move. She knew that the second she got up, he would stop the acting.
She stood up, letting he chair scrape across the stone floor and silently stood up. Walking out of the Hospital Wing, through various corridors and up the Grand Staircase to her bed which awaited her, all warm and fuzzy. She felt hungry but was too tired to care; she knew she would be able to eat tomorrow morning at breakfast anyways.
And with that tiresome thought in her head, she changed into her pyjamas, climbed into her four-poster and pulled the covers all the way up and over her head, not wanting anyone to notice her.
She woke up the next morning, early, as a usual habit, and after pulling the sheets off from atop her head and brushing away her hair from her face; she looked around to see Ginny and the others still asleep in their beds. Changing into some warm clothes and throwing a scarf around her neck and beanie on top of her head, she walked down to the common room and quickly wrote a letter to her parents celebrating the news of their first win in Quidditch. She sealed it up and climbed out of the portrait, the letter tight in her hands.
Walking out the front doors and across the frost bitten grass, she travelled to the Owlery. Handing her letter to one of the barn owls who looked reluctant to fly out into the chilly air early in the morning, she pressed on for it to take it. Eventually it did after giving her a mean glare and taking off, leaving a fresh poop right at her feet.
She huffed and watched as her breath circled in front of her for a moment. Stepping over the new poop on the ground left by one of the higher up owls, she then headed back towards the castle, hoping they had opened up the Great Hall and breakfast was being served.
As Hermione made her way back, she saw a bush of light purple and yellow wallflowers. They were so beautiful together; so she flicked her wand and a bunch of them cut off from the bush and levitated into her waiting hands. She smiled at the soft petals in her arms and cheerily made her way back towards the castle.
She could smell the food and hear the clanging of forks and knives against the gold plates from the Great Hall, as she made her way back through the door. She made a small detour from her current destination and headed towards the Great Hall and placing the flowers down on the table next to her plate while she grabbed a few things and piled them up onto the golden plate. When her plate was loaded with food, she grabbed her wand out and flicked it towards her plate of food and knife and fork, making them levitate in air. Hermione gathered up the flowers once again in her arms and made her way towards her new destination; her plate of food following closely behind her in the air.
As she went up the stairs and past all the freshly awakened students who still were rubbing their eyes or were trying to fix up the messy patch they'd missed while brushing their hair, Hermione made a turn for the Hospital Wing.
She paused in front of the door and waved her wand over the floating plate of food. Smiling at her cheekiness, she pushed open the doors and took in the freshly awoken body of Ronald Weasley. Madame Pomfrey was giving him a final check and her head lifted when the door creaked and she saw Hermione standing there with an arm full of flowers.
Ron's head snapped up from having had it bent over while Madam Pomfrey had been stretching his arms out to see if they were functioning correctly without any pain.
'Hermione,' Ron said.
'Miss Granger, dear, I won't be a moment, you can wait outside if you will –'
'No, she can stay.' Ron interrupted, looking into Madam Pomfrey's eyes and stating that he wasn't going to argue with her and that he wanted Hermione to stay.
Madam Pomfrey's mouth opened as to object but then she closed it again. 'Fine. I just need to check your leg.' And after saying that she grabbed both of Ron's hands into her own and lifted him up off the bed, Ron stood up with a bit of a shake to his legs, which then began to stable out.
Madam Pomfrey dropped her hands from his and told him to walk a few steps.
With his eyes on his own feet, so as to say that he doubted them and thought he was going to fall, he started walking towards Hermione. As he reached her he looked up and gave one of his cheeky grins. 'Good as new.' He winked.
Hermione smiled and pushed him back towards Madam Pomfrey and his bed. 'Right, from what I can see you should be fine,' Madam Pomfrey stated, 'I'll just go visit Professor Slughorn for a potion which should help with any pain if you should feel any.' And with that she left the Hospital Wing.
Hermione looked over her shoulder at the door to make sure Madam Pomfrey was truly gone then waved her wand so a vase appeared; she put the flowers into the crystal vase, 'Aguamenti.' She said, pointing her wand at the vase and it filled up with water.
Looking back over at Ron who was just buttoning up his t-shirt after Madam Pomfrey had had him take it off so she could see the muscle movements, Hermione said 'I brought you something.'
'Well the flowers are pretty.' Ron said plainly.
'Something else.' Hermione said with a wide smile, knowing full well that Ron would love it.
'What?' Ron asked curiously, flattening down his bed hair a bit and trying to at least carry off as having put some effort into getting dressed.
Hermione just smiled and waved her wand over what appeared to be thin air, which then revealed the plate full of food.
'You didn't!' Ron said with excitement.
'I thought you would be hungry and wanted real food. Not just the hospital food.' She stated with a giggle.
'Oh Hermione you are just the best.' Ron said, grabbing the plate from the air and digging in with the knife and fork.
'You're welcome.' Said Hermione, sitting down beside him on the hospital bed and reaching over to grab a piece of toast before he could begin eating it. Ron just gaped at her and she smiled sweetly at him.
'I'm really sorry for being such a jerk last night Hermione. Truly, I am. I'm just kind of uncomfortable talking about that subject.' He said, ducking his head slightly.
'It's fine Ronald.' Hermione sighed. There was an awkward silence for a moment.
'You have to finish this off though before she gets back.' Hermione stated amongst chewing the toast.
'Challenge accepted.' Ron said putting another piece of bacon into his mouth. 'Though you did give me a lot to eat.'
'Are you complaining?' Hermione asked.
'Not at all. But if we get caught I'm blaming you. No hesitation.' Ron joked.
'She wouldn't believe you. The Hermione Granger breaking school rules?' She said aghast.
'Hey, we do all the time.' Ron said matter-of-factly, waving his fork in her face.
Hermione laughed. 'We do don't we?'
'Yes we do.' Ron said amongst another mouth full of food.
There was a creak from the door and Hermione had less than a second to wave her wand that had been resting in her lap and make the food disappear.
Madam Pomfrey bustled in, a vial in her hand and took in the two people in the room. Hermione was sitting next to Ron on the bed and Ron seemed shocked about something. Her guess was that she'd interrupted one of their kissing sessions. Too bad though. It was her Hospital Wing and she didn't have to apologize.
'Right, Mr. Weasley, here's something to stop the pain if it should return. Only drink half of it though. Drink all of it and your fingers will all drop off.'
She handed it to Ron who seemed to want to say something but couldn't. She gave him a stern glare, expecting a thank you but he didn't say anything.
'Thank you Madam Pomfrey.' Hermione said, drawing the attention to herself and away from Ron who had his mouth full of food because Hermione had vanished the plate of food away in a rush.
Madam Pomfrey smiled slightly at her and then told them they were allowed to leave.
Hermione inconspicuously waved her wand so the invisible plate of food would follow her and picked up the crystal vase.
Ron followed behind her as they left the silent Hospital Wing and went through various corridors to get to the Grand Stair case. Ron was chewing on the food that had been in his mouth while in the Hospital Wing and was waving his hands around trying to find the invisible plate that was floating in the air behind Hermione so he could get more food. Hermione noticed this and after chuckling waved he wand so the plate re-appeared.
Ron's face lit up when he saw the plate and he snatched it out of the air in a blink of an eye. He was already digging in and by the time they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, the plate was close to empty.
Hermione said the password and it swung open, showing the few students hovering around in the morning.
She walked up to the base of the boy's staircase and took the now empty plate from Ron who looked like he would have licked the plate clean if she hadn't taken it from him. She handed him the vase.
'I'll see you in the Great Hall; I need to get my own breakfast.' She smiled and kissed him on the forehead.
Ron watched as she left and then looked at the crystal vase now in his hands as if to say what am I suppose to do with this now? Making sure no one was looking; he inconspicuously took a sniff and smiled like a goof.
Trotting up the stairs to his dorm, he opened the wooden door to an empty dorm room. He looked around for some place to put the vase and settled to leaving it on the bedside table. He turned back around and dashed out the dorm room, letting the wooden door close.
The light from the window passed through the crystals of the vase and left rainbows splashed across the floor.
I hope you enjoyed, and for once I'm not going to say that you should expect the next chapter soon (like so many times before) because I might forget this story again and not be in any particular mood to continue writing but I am trying to get into a habbit of writting around about 4 in the afternoon (if work shifts permit) and have started the next chapter, which is going to be one of your first DADA lessons. I actually find Professor Pierce fun to write :)
so just hang tight please, and be patient, I am human and do have writers block like every other writter out there.
R because they get me more inspired and it makes the chapters slowly come out faster!
also, I wouldnt' mind some faint ideas that I could use sometime if I do end up getting a block which I can use with your permission.
Ciao!