a/n: Hi. Well, I'm still getting reviews, and honestly, I thought I would never finish this story, but, thank the lord, I had some inspiration. Plus, I have the week off from school, so I will probably get a couple of chapters out this week. READ and REVIEW. THANKS!
Chapter Eight
Death, Surprises, and Fainting, Oh My!
"Yes, well I've been awake for hours, and did anyone come to check up on me? I could've died and you wouldn't have known it."
"Well Mr. Malfoy, your not dead, so let's just be happy your okay," Madame Pomfrey said in her best feign of sweetness she could muster.
"I bet you checked up on Hermione." Malfoy spat.
"Actually no, but, I will go check now."
"But-" was all Malfoy got out before she left. He didn't like being alone, not that he would tell anyone, but he hated feeling abandoned. He heaved a sigh of relief when Madame Pomfrey appeared a few seconds later.
"She still isn't awake. Well, is there anything can get you?"
"No, I'm fine. I'll just be leaving now." He stood up in bed then grappled for the sheets when he realized he didn't have pants on.
"Oh no Malfoy, you can't go. You'll need to stay here at least another week for observation."
"Are you bloody fu……..I just can't bloody fuc…..Can't we just say we did and don't?" Draco asked hopefully.
"I'm afraid not Malfoy. You'll just have to entertain yourself for now. If you need me I'll be back in an hour, but now I must leave." And she left, leaving Malfoy sitting, dreading the fact that this was how it would be for the next two weeks.
How does she expect me to entertain myself, I don't have a book, a telly, all I have is that filthy little mudblood and myself, Draco perked up in his bed, And my wand… He smirked,"I might just have some fun after all."
Finally all better, Ron walked out of the lavatory and into the hall, not throwing up this time. He breathed a slight sigh of relief. Or more accurately inhaled a sigh of relief. Ron found himself unable to breathe when he thought about Hermione. He could walk into the infirmary to find Hermione awake or, what he wished not to think about, still in a coma.
Ron reached her bed currents and took a big gulp of air as he pulled them apart. His heart jumped for a moment from his sheer abundance of hop before he realized her eyes were closed; she was still in a coma.
He leaned over, craving her warmth, but instead he recoiled in horror when he found her cold to the touch. Had she taken a turn for the worse? In retaliation to his thought he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close in hopes of transferring some of his heat to her. I should never have left her. Even if I was puking my guts up…Ron was now so close to Hermione that he could feel her heart beating, weak and fast. Wait, no, that's my heartbeat. Then where is hers. I don't feel it. But it's got to be-
Her body seemed to get a lot colder as Ron screamed for Madame Pomfrey. And it only kept getting colder as Ron lay there in utter terror. Ron screamed again. It was then he realized Hermione wasn't breathing. He screamed again, this time louder, but she still wasn't there. What was he supposed to do? There's got to be a spell…gotta be a charm or something. But what is it? He lay, wracking his mind, feeling utterly helpless. Why isn't Madame Pomfrey coming? Why isn't she- it was then that Ron fully realized it, Hermione is dead. And no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get the idea out of his head, because, he knew it was true. He would never hear her voice, never feel her warmth, never feel her lips pressed against his own again.
Tears slowly started falling down his face; silent tears that stung every time they touched Ron's skin. Just then, a memory wormed its way into Ron's consciousness. One time, when he was young, Ron had fallen and skinned his knee. He had then proceeded to cry, but Fred and George wouldn't have it. They had told him, "Never cry, only babies cry, and it makes you look weak." But he didn't care if he looked weak, not now. He wanted to be weak. He wanted to be so weak that he died. I wonder if you can really die from grief, I wonder if you can die from a broken heart?... If he could, he wanted tom because the pain he felt in his chest was too much for him. It would've been too much for anyone.
So there he lay, in his silent sobs that were slowly accumulating in a small pool of salty tears, his arms wrapped around an unnaturally cold Hermione, and that's how he remained for the next twenty minutes until a brimming-with-pure-unadulterated-glee Malfoy barged in on him.
"Awwww, how sweet; you in bed, with your little comatose girlfriend. I must admit Weasley, you're an opportunist. I mean, how else would you ever in bed with another girl, except, of course, for all the girl's in your family seeing as how you all share one bed." Malfoy finished his comment with a signature sneer. But as the moments ticked by his sneer slowly dripped away.
Ron remained silent and unmoving, although, his face had know become deadest with an immense amount of anger.
"Wow, some self restraint; that's new." Malfoy said, slightly in awe.
"Shut up Malfoy," Ron muttered through gritted teeth. A thought popped into his mind. "Go get Madame Pomfrey would you."
"Why would I do anything to help you?" Malfoy retorted. "Why don't you go get Madame Pomfrey yourself?"
Because, I'm afraid if I leave her she might disappear…
"Because, Hermione is dead." His words were followed by an empty silence. "Please go, please." It was the first and last time Ron would ever plead with Malfoy.
"But how-"
"I don't know," Ron admitted, "I guess complications with her concussion…" An idea donned on Ron. Hermione's concussion; the one caused by Malfoy. "This is your fault!" Ron steamed as he jumped out of the bed, still clutching Hermione's lifeless hand.
"Hermione is dead because of you. You just had to be the glorious victor. You spineless bastard, you didn't care if you hurt anyone." Spit flew out of his mouth and he glared at Malfoy, unblinking, unfaltering, eyes filled with a fiery rage. And for the first and last time Ron saw a flicker of fear in Malfoy's eyes. Ron frowned, however, when that fear was replaced with irritation.
"Well, if your filthy bloody mudblood girlfriend had just gotten herself out of the way!" Malfoy spat.
Ron cut in, "Don't you dare call her that. You are ten times filthier than you could ever be!"
"Hello?" a meek voice jutted in, but neither of the boys heard or noticed, they were too angry.
"Me, filthy! I'm one of the last of a pureblood line; you don't even deserve to be in my presence."
"Hello?" the voice muttered.
"I can't believe this, me not worthy for you? Bloody hell you're stupid and batty! And so was Hermione, that little know-it-all bitch!"
"Hello?"
"She was a genius!" Ron corrected.
"Hello?"
"But of course you wouldn't know-"
"Hello?"
"a genius if it came up-"
"Hello?"
"and bit you-"
"Hello?"
"in the-" Ron suddenly stopped and turned his head to the hospital bed in disbelief, for, he had just heard the impossible, Hermione's voice.
"Hello?" Hermione asked again looking quizzically at the pair of breathless boys standing at the foot of the bed she was now sitting up in. "Do you know where I am?"
But it seemed as if she would have to wait for an answer, because, right as the last words issued from her mouth the red-head boy fainted and collapsed onto the floor.
a/n: Oh, i do love cliffhangers. Hope you liked it. REVIEW plz! I'll take any type of compliment or criticism or ideas! Thanks!