I had waited so long for that moment. So bloody long. It was all true, what I had told Hermione that fateful day 3 months ago. I know what you're thinking : How is Ron Weasley such a bloody sap?! But when I'm with Hermione, it's truly something else. I can't explain it really.
Careless driving on my part, a little bit, I do confess. I was completely high on happiness. Nothing, in my entire existence, had ever felt so good. Okay, sex came a close second. Anyways, it really wasn't my fault that the drunk truck driver had to go and crash into our car on the most perfect night of my life. The next thing I knew, I woke up in St. Mungo's, with a potion being slathered over my disfigured arm, and a bandage on my head. My whole family was there, George and a pregnant Angelina, Harry and Ginny, Percy and Audrey, Bill, Dominique, a pregnant Fleur, and my parents. Wow, my family breeds like rabbits.
But the one person who I was most worried about wasn't there. I was told that she had been taken to a Muggle hospital for 'her parents' sake'. Sure, I was a bit cheesed, but I could deal with it. As soon as I got out of the hospital, I went to go visit Hermione. It seemed that her parents were waiting for me, having never met them, I was surprised they recognized me. I suppose it was the red hair that gave me away. They asked me if I could wait, they wanted to give Hermione the chance to 'rest and recuperate'. Sure, I said, but could I at least see her? Her father, it seemed, was about to say yes, but then her mother quickly stopped him and asked me to come back another time. I let it go, and came back a week later. The same thing happened. This time I was really upset. I was her freaking fiance after all, and best friend for years before that! That didn't end too well, and they told me they would notify when Hermione woke up. Man, I was so pissed off. But what could I do ? Harry went to go visit her, and her parents allowed him to for 10 minutes. I gave him a card that I had written for Hermione, desperately hoping he would be able to leave it there. With some crazy skills from Harry, I was able to bewitch the card into an old muggle newspaper to fool Hermione's parents, but Hermione would still be able to see it, I hoped.
"How is she, Harry? Is she okay?" I asked him as soon as he came back.
"She's good, Ron. I spoke to the doctor and things are looking good for her." Harry replied, but he wouldn't look me in the eyes.
"Harry, tell me the truth."
He sighed, closing his eyes. "This is the truth, Ron." He patted my shoulder and walked away, leaving me to my own misery.
I put my head in my hands. I had never felt so horrible in my entire life, so guilty and heavy. The worst feeling ever. Hermione was in a coma, and it was all my fault. All my bloody fault. If I hadn't been driving so recklessly, this would never have happened. Ever. And the worst part was that I could do nothing about it.
Two days later, I visited the hospital. While almost falling asleep in the green, uncomfortable waiting room chair, I heard a burly doctor taking to a strict looking nurse about 'Ms. Granger'. I leapt up, not bothering to adjust my shirt or my hair, which had become disheveled. I realized I must look crazy, from the look on both the doctor and the nurse's faces.
"Um, sorry, but I was wondering if Herm- Ms. Granger is awake?" My look was hopeful, and if I could have crossed all my fingers and toes, I would.
"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to tell you that, sir. If you could provide me with some ID..." the doctor said, holding out a hand. But I could tell that Hermione was awake, thank Merlin. I thought absolutely nothing of running into the hallway with Hermione's room, joy consumed my mind and she was all I thought of as I yelled, "Hermione! Hermione! You've woken up!" By then, the doctor and nurse had caught up with me and were holding me back, as if I was a crazed stalker, or criminal. Turning bright red, I realized I probably looked like one.
"Let go of me, nurse!" I exclaimed. Surprisingly, she did, and I faced her, bemused.
"You lovesick boy."
I blushed.
I saw her running towards me, the basilisk fangs spilling out of her hands instantly, cascading like a waterfall. I couldn't think properly. Everything around us vanished, all I saw were her earnest brown eyes as she looked at me straight in the eyes, her slightly anxious face shining. This was finally happening, something I had waited for for my entire life, I realized as her lips met mine and fireworks exploded.