Ron woke to the sound of two voices. One he recognized to be Madam Pomfrey, and the other, he couldn't be sure, but it sounded like Hermione. Hermione? Why would she be here? She was so furious with him; he feared she would never forgive him for dating Lavender.
Ron opened his eyes, and there was Hermione talking frantically with Madam Pomfrey. She was in a chair next to his bed, but she was turned around in it so she faced Pomfrey.
"Please, Madam Pomfrey, can't I stay for a few more minutes? I need to see if he'll wake."
Was Hermione really worried about him? The way he had treated her, he felt like she would never forgive him. Not that he had anything to be sorry for.
"Alright, fine. Mr. Weasley better appreciate you, Miss Granger. He's got a good friend in you."
Hermione blushed and turned back to Ron. Ron closed his eyes before she could see him awake.
He heard her sigh sadly, and just the sound made him wish he had died from the poison. The sadness in her voice was unbearable. "Oh, Ron. Why are you such an idiot?"
His back was turned to her, but he shook a bit with moral regret and slight aggravation at her words.
He heard the door to the hospital wing open and close. A familiar voice Ron knew to be Harry filled the room.
"Hermione, you've been here for three days. He's fine," Harry said. He sounded weary and tired.
"I just need to make sure," Hermione mumbled, and Ron felt her eyes on him.
"Lavender won't like it if she sees you here all the time," Harry tried once again.
Ron heard the scraps of chair legs on the floor, and Hermione leaving the chair. "Fine. But only because I know you're right."
There were footsteps, and Ron dared to open his eyes as little as possible. He could see Hermione almost literally being dragged out of the hospital wing by Harry, her eyes still on him.
