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From: AllWasWell07

Review: I was worried Draco didn't know who she was for a second there. I am glad he didn't lose his memory. it would have been too repetitive.

Reply: I agree. That's why I didn't do it. I don't like repeating incidents over again.

From: Covered in Bruises

Review: Just too over the top OOC for me.

Reply: Well, the story is meant to be that way. Sorry if you feel that way. I just like the aspect of Draco being friends with them but I didn't want it to happen without a reason. So yeah. Thanks for your insight though!

From: Jharry1960

Review: I'm not big on redeemable Draco stories but you are doing a fine job, given suspension of disbelief. Of the non-canon Harry scenarios this is one of the least offensive and one in which the sympathies of what are canon characterizations go a long way to making allowance for what is non-canon acceptable.

Reply: Thank you! That means a lot that someone sees it the way I do. I hope you stick around and see what finds out. I appreciate your criticism. :)

Now, on with the story. Don't kill me though once you're finished reading. *puts shield up*

Chapter Twelve

Waiting

When Hermione awoke to Draco talking to Harry, she flung herself at him. Would not let go of him. Refused to actually. She hung onto him and his every word, making sure he was actually alive.

Now it was only a matter of time before Ron woke up. Every day, Hermione and Harry would come to hospital, say hello to Draco and while Hermione waited there all day to see if Ron would wake up, Harry had to go back to work. Then he'd head to the hospital and check on all three of them, then they would head back to the house.

This schedule had been going on for 5 weeks now.

The Healers had told them that they're trying everything but there was a 75 percent chance that he wouldn't wake up. When they were told this particular piece of information, Hermione had screamed, Harry and Draco both choked back a sob at the mention of their best mate dying and not waking up.

After another week or two of the same schedule, Hermione was losing hope. Draco had gotten out of the hospital two week earlier and he had simply refused to come back to St. Mungos.

His reasoning was, 'I don't want my last memory of my friend being him dying in the hospital.'

So Draco didn't come.

Harry returned maybe once or twice a week but he had already lost hope. He didn't like to see his best mate in this position either so after another week, he too refused to return the hospital.

Hermione was the only one that visited. Of course, the other Weasley's had visited but they stopped after the third week, given up hope faster than Hermione, Harry, and Draco had.

Hermione hope was diminishing quickly. She hoped everyday that when she went to hospital, he would wake up and everything would be okay. So far, everything was far from that. Ron wasn't waking up and nothing was going to be the same.

On the eighth week of Ron not waking up, Hermione went to hospital again but only for an hour. After that she went out, and found her a job at a bookstore. The old lady running the store looked ill and said she would need the help, although she told Hermione that she usually ran the place by herself. Hermione started tomorrow at 8 AM sharp.

Hermione returned home and started dinner. Usually Harry would come home at 7 PM and he would be alone then he would fetch Hermione from the hospital but today was different.

Harry Potter walked into his home and was greeted with a fabulous smell and an amazing sight. His girlfriend was sitting on the couch in front of the telly, wearing nothing fancy, she was wearing a slightly over sized band tee shirt, and a pair of black and white flannel pajama pants. Her hair was left down and her wavy black-brown hair was partially in her face but she didn't care.

He walked behind her and bit her neck making her squeal. Then she laughed and turned around so she was kneeling on the couch and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly at first but then moving in to kiss him more deeply and firmly. His arms came around her small waist and lifted her off the couch and stood her in front of him before wrapping his arms around her tightly. He pulled away from her then put his head in her neck.

"You're home before I am. That's surprising." He said jokingly, his words muffled into her neck. Nonetheless, she understood what he was saying.

"Well, I had a change of mind I guess." She said mockingly before running her hands up and down his back in a calming gesture.

"Ugh. Before you two start making babies in front of my eyes, I would like to not see that. So can we please, just go eat before the fabulous smell takes over my senses and I destroy your beautiful kitchen for some food." Draco's voice said into their ears teasingly, before walking into the kitchen.

Hermione released Harry before she walked into the kitchen, making sure to sway her hips a bit more, knowing that his eyes were on her bum. She heard him softly growl under his breath, so she quietly laughed into her hand before sitting at the table.

Harry came into the room, his eyes a shade darker, and leaned down to whisper softly but darkly into her ear. "You'll pay for that, you little minx." He said, before he sat down at his seat.

Her eyes widened then she smiled. Her mind raced with the possibilities of what could happen. Oh, she couldn't wait for tonight.

When dinner was over and Harry was done with making sex eyes at her, and Draco had exited the room, Harry grabbed her and through her over his shoulder.

"Harry!" She squeaked. "I had to put the dishes up and clean up." Harry waved his hand and the dishes to started to clean themselves and the food starting to put itself into containers and into the fridge.

"Now, you don't." He smirked and headed to the bedroom. He opened the door, and kicked the door shut and threw Hermione on top of the bed. He knelt down on top of her and kissed her lightly before getting rougher.

As the night went on, the ancient dance of love continued. Though the person down the hall could hear everything and every action. He could not sleep.

"Would you two bloody SHUT UP!" He yelled knocking on the wall. "No one wants to know exactly what you're up to!"

Another week passed. Everything was fine. Until they received a fire call from St. Mungos.

We request Ms. Grangers and Mr. Potter's presence immediately.

Hermione and Harry had no objection to coming to the hospital but when they got there, they wished they hadn't of.

The news they received had made them want to go back into time and convince themselves not to come to hospital.

Ronald Billius Weasley has at the most two weeks to live before we take him of the life support. We are sorry to tell you this Mr. Potter, Mr. Granger.

One week pasted. Nothing had changed at the hospital. If anything, Ron was worse. He was pale and his breathing was shallow. The potions weren't helping, they seemed to be taking him further down.

Ron's hair was no more red, more like a brown that had been brightened yet dulled at the same time. He had sweat all over his body. He was limp. His eyes had to movement.

They said that he had internal bleeding they were not aware of and the potions were making it worse, creating a bigger and deeper internal bleeding. It was very tiny at first but after the potions effecting it, it turned into a cut that wouldn't heal and kept bleeding on the fifth week.

The second week came and gone. On the last day, all the Weasley's gathered also into the tiny room, along with Harry, Hermione, Draco, and all the nurses and doctors.

Hermione was a mess. She was sobbing and incoherent. Ginny and Molly were not in any better condition. If anything they were worse. George was rocking back and forth on his heels, tears dripping down from his eyes steadily but he refused to make a sound. Bill and Fleur embraced, though they both shook with sobs thought they were quiet. Charlie was biting his lip as a few tears streamed down his face and Percy was quiet. Percy's eyes were filled with tears and dripped from his eyes but he was quiet nonetheless.

Harry was not being quiet. His sobs were loud and uncontrolled. This was his best mate. They've been mates since he was 11 and it was not easy to stand here and see him die. Draco was sobbing also, though he was a little more controlled with them. He had his hands on Harry's shoulders and was looking away from Ron. He couldn't stand to see him like this.

The doctors started to wave his wand, and the tube started to remove from his throat and the IV was being removed from his arm. Hermione was shouting now.

"Please! Please, just another week. One more week! Just please!" Hermione was full on sobbing and she couldn't breathe. Her breathe's were short and quick. As she struggled for control, everyone heard Ron's heart machine let out a loud beep, signalling that Ron, was really and truly dead.

Don't hurt me, please?

There's gonna be a poll up on my profile and you'll determine whether Ron will live or die. You have four days to choose. I sound creepy as fuck.

But please don't stop reading if he does die. This will lead my story in a whole new light and it will effect the story so much.

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~PrettyLittleRose