A.N – This is letter C! Please read and review my story, and maybe... check out my other stories too? I know I said a story a day, but I couldn't not post this!
Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter.
C is for Crutches
Hermione hobbled out of St. Mungos, with the aid of her crutches. She was still badly hurt, but she was stable. Falling out of that tree wasn't such a brilliant idea. Ron was all too panicky, holding her arms and guiding her out of the hospital.
"Ron, will you let me walk on these things alone?" Hermione said exhausted.
"Fine, but I just don't want you to hurt yourself again. Just please, be careful."
Ron let go of her arm steadily, but walked slowly beside her. They were on their way home. The nurse had told her that the Floo Network was fine to use if you had a broken leg, so they were off to the hospitals Floo room.
Hermione's hair was getting frizzier by the second as she was trying to control the damn crutches, but Ron was still not going to help – he knew how snappy Hermione could get. She finally reached out for the door to a room, labelled "FLOO NETWORK DEPARTURES."
Hermione yelped as she tumbled to the floor, or as she thought she did. Ron caught her arms and swung her up back into her crutches.
"Oh gosh... thank you Ronald," she cried reaching up into his arms, grasping his long red hair, Ron supported her again.
"I thought I was going to die," she gasped into his shoulders.
"Don't be silly, I would never let that happen," he answered back, burying his head into her hair.