Four Word Prompt: Are You Fucking Insane?

Pairing: Romione

Rating: T for Ron's mouth.

Sixth year conversation after Ron gets poisoned.

Hermione sat there, Ron's limp, but warm hand in hers.

How could she have been so stupid? How could she have been so cruel? Here she was angry that Ron had gotten himself a girlfriend, so angry that she didn't want to talk to him ever again, and he ends up almost dying. Dying!

She would have never forgiven herself if Ron would have died. Hearing about what happened put every single one of her emotions into perspective. She finally seen that she could not function in a world that Ron Weasley didn't exist in. She almost lost her best friend forever, and of he would have died, it would have destroyed her.

Those thoughts pushed tears out of her eyes like a waterfall pushed water over a cliff. They fell onto Ron's arm, which Hermione promptly away.

The sensation of Hermione's touch woke Ron up. He opened his eyes wide, looked around frantically as if he had no idea where he was, and when his sapphire orbs landed in Hermione, his body and mind instantly calmed down.

"Her...Her...mione?" he croaked in disbelief.

Hermione looked over at Ron's face. She found herself unable to speak. To see his eyes on her, it was enough to make her sing.

She tried to move her hand from his, but he quickly gripped it, as if he never wanted to let her hand go. The two stared at each other for ages, as if neither of them thought the other was real.

"Would...would you like some water?" Hermione finally managed to ask.

Ron nodded, reluctantly letting go of her hand so Hermione could pour him some water that was sitting on the nightstand in a pitcher. She then helped Ron sit up.

"Do you need help to drink it?" she whispered.

Ron cracked a small smile and show his head slowly. He lifted up his hand weakly, but Hermione pushed it back down and put the cup of water up to his lips. Ton didn't refuse, he let her help him pour the water down his awaiting throat.

Once he was done, she put the cup back down. "How do you feel?" she asked.

"A thousand times better." croaked Ron again, only this time much note clearer.

"Better? Really?"

"Because you're talking to me, of course."

Hermione's eyes grew wide. "I would have thought I would have been the last person you would have wanted to see, as horrid as I've been acting towards you.

Ron looked offended. "Are you fucking insane?"

"Language, Ron." said Hermione, not being able to resist.

Ron smiled wide. "I missed you getting onto me about my vocabulary."

"Did you really?"

"Oh course. I missed everything about you. I'm so fuc...I'm so sorry " he said hoarsly.

"No, I'm the one that's sorry." said Hermione, grabbing Ron's hand again. "I didn't handle you getting a girlfriend very well, did I?"

At the mention of girlfriend, Ron winced as if the word physically hurt him.

"I'd rather not speak on that right now." he whispered, squeezing Hermione's hand. "I'd much rather focus on the fact that my best mate is sitting here right now. We...we are friends again, are we?"

"Of course we are," said Hermione. "I never not want to be your friend ever again."

Ron sighed, relieved. "Good, because I don't want to be without you ever again.