One-Shot: Get Well
I thought maybe to be a little more active, I could advertise my fanfictions here, which would be a great chance to make graphics for them ^^ This is a one-shot I wrote about the end of last year, I reckon, and later I found they had added the hospital scene with Lavender to HBP movie, which was extremely cute and heart-breaking.
Oh, and my mood is only explained by the fact that I watched Friends last chapter again... it's really crushing)
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gimei - Illustration Frame
Title: Get Well Rated: K+
Language: English
Category: Romance
Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown
Published: 02/27/09
Hermione left the get-well card against the water jug on the side table, next to Ron’s bed. The card had the Chudley Cannons on it, and only read ‘from Harry and Hermione.’
‘So … has he waken up at all?’ she heard Harry was asking Madam Pomfrey.
‘Oh no, not yet. He’s still unconscious, but I reckon he has to wake up soon. Either that or I’ll have to make him,’ Madam Pomfrey informed them. ‘He’ll have to eat.’
‘Are you sure he’s not in any danger?’ piped up Hermione, concerned.
‘Of course he is. But it was a potent poison and despite the fact that he’s completely safe, it’s got some post effects.’ replied the nurse reassuringly. ‘Remember, I’m allowing the two of you to stay only because he can’t realize of anything and because you’re friends of him, but if you bring more people besides his sister …’ she warned Harry and Hermione menacingly.
‘We won’t,’ promised Harry as the nurse left to her office.
He and Hermione stayed there watching Ron sleeping quietly and slightly snoring.
‘Poor thing,’ said Harry at last. ‘It’s like it hadn’t been his birthday at all. He could enjoy, what? Twenty minutes?’
‘How did you say you ended up at Slughorn’s study?’ inquired Hermione.
‘I … didn’t,’ remembered Harry, surprised. They had discussed all that happened after they arrived to the study, and how Ron could’ve gotten poisoned until the exhaustion, but nobody had wondered why the boys had came there. ‘Remember those chocolate cauldrons filled with love potion Romilda Vane gave me?’
Hermione wide-opened her eyes.
‘He ─ he ate them?’
‘Aha. He thought they were a birthday present.’
‘He ate one and ─ you realized it and took him directly to Slughorn,’ assumed Hermione.
‘Not exactly …’ replied Harry sadly. ‘He ate almost all the whole box. You know him. And you should have seen ─ you shouldn’t have seen him,’ corrected himself Harry quickly, deciding it was better to skip the details in respect for Ron. ‘So I took him, yes, for the antidote, and then…’
The rest was well-known story. Hermione was biting her lip.
‘Well … I have to get going to the Quidditch pitch now. Otherwise McLaggen will already be training the team before I get a chance. Are you ─ leaving, or ─?’ Harry asked her cautiously.
‘I’ll stay. Just a little longer. Just in case ─ just in case he wake up and ─ he will want to know ─’ added Hermione in a voice that sounded like she was making up excuses, and faintly blushing.
‘All right. Will you be fine?’ said Harry, looking at his friend. Hermione limited herself to nod, so Harry waved her and left with his broomstick over the shoulder.
Hermione drew a chair a sat down close to the bed, but still keeping a prudent distance.
What would have come of Ron if Harry hadn’t found the bezoars in time? She didn’t dare to think about that, but she couldn’t seem to get it away from her mind. The fact that she would have still been hating him, and he …
Hermione rubbed her eyes and buried her face in her hands. She could not bear the idea. However much it hurt, she had been friends with Ron for all those years … and she still wanted to. Even when she had to bear “the other” snogging him in her face, or calling him with stupid, childish names he didn’t deserve. Bah, he did deserve just that. Prat. That’s what he got. But she had to shake those thoughts off her head; hadn’t she just decided to forget all that business? One thing was for sure, she wouldn’t call him like that, ever. Of course she wouldn’t, she would call him Ron forever, how else could she; honey, love? Sweetie-Wonnie-Pooh? No way. Much less being his friend.
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