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Ronald Weasley ([info]spidersbegone) wrote in [info]riddikulus,
@ 2008-01-10 13:32:00


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Who: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Hospital Wing
Summary: Hermione visits Ron in his time of need
Rating: PG?
Status: Complete



Lying in bed in the hospital wing was no way to spend a Saturday. Of course, Ron hadn't intended on ending up where he was, but unfortunately, the wind had another plan for him. Upon going for his morning fly on the pitch, a gust of wind so powerful and huge knocked him off his broom and he'd fell to the ground, landing on his wrist at a very bad angle. So, he'd broken his wrist and was doomed to an entire Saturday in the hospital wing with the madwoman named Madam Pomfrey.

Hermione mentioned she might visit him though and he'd welcome the change in pace from taking horrid tasting potions every half hour to having something to do and someone to talk to. He waited patiently all morning and afternoon for her, hoping she'd remember.


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[info]spidersbegone
2008-01-12 06:12 am UTC (link)
Ron nodded, taking the offered potion and downing it quickly so he wouldn't have to taste it for very long. He wondered if Hermione would have told him to be more careful if she'd known he was moving to give her a thankful gesture. Nonetheless, he dropped back onto his pillows after having the potion and sighed slightly.

"This bloody sucks." He said, reaching up and wiping his teary eyes with his good hand. "Why am I always getting injured?" He leaned forward tiredly, resting his forehead on her outstretched arm. "Do some of that clever magic of yours and make me better, 'Mione." He mumbled, feeling the pain potion starting to take effect. He was tired, yes, but he was ignoring it. He wanted to talk to Hermione, not fall asleep while she was there. Plus, he wasn't that tired. It'd be a while before he dozed off.

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[info]athenaspupil
2008-01-12 06:26 am UTC (link)
Hermione thought about reminding him that hospitals weren't exactly meant to be fun places and people who were generally there were typically miserable, but upon closer inspection and out of sympathy for him, she refrained from mentioning it. Instead, she quietly watched him take the potion, taking the vial back from him and setting it back where it belonged. However, as she turned around, he moved and rested his head against her hand and she bit her lip in surprise.

"I'm afraid it doesn't quite work like that," she said quietly, surprised by the temptation to reach out and run her fingers through his hair.

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[info]spidersbegone
2008-01-12 06:33 am UTC (link)
"Well," He said, still resting his forehead against her hand, too tired to move at that moment and really, not even wanting to. "You're brilliant... you can think of something." Everyone knew that if Hermione couldn't do something, they were all doomed. She was beyond brilliant and sometimes Ron wondered how on earth she could fit all that information into her head. If he tried to cram that much information into his head, he'd explode.

He turned his head slightly so that it was his cheek that was now resting on Hermione's hand and he sighed because her skin was cool and refreshing.

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[info]athenaspupil
2008-01-12 06:42 am UTC (link)
Part of her began to wonder if Ron was doing this intentionally to unnerve her and catch her off guard. He wasn't acting like he normally did around her - a bit peevish at times and just friendly. Now, however, he was going beyond that and she was still resisting the urge just to run her fingers through his hair or to do anything more.

His compliment didn't go unnoticed and her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "I'm afraid that it's not possible to just wave your wand and make everything better," she said apologetically. "If I could, I certainly would."

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[info]spidersbegone
2008-01-12 06:47 am UTC (link)
Ron sighed, accepting the fact that Hermione, no matter how brilliant, could not make things better with a wave of her wand. Lifting his head from her hand, he was met with the sight of her face very close to his. It must have been the angle at which he sat up and, because being that close to her made him extremely nervous, he fumbled around in his bed, trying to move but, instead, tangled himself in the sheets and proceeded to tumble right off the side and onto the floor.

"Bloody hell." He groaned, his injured wrist instinctively in the air to avoid further injury and his good hand reaching behind him to rub his lower back. "Typical." He said, sheepishly looking up at Hermione and giving her a lopsided grin.

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[info]athenaspupil
2008-01-12 06:53 am UTC (link)
Hermione noticed just how close they were too when he sat up again. She held her breath, looking at him carefully before backing away just as he managed to fall out of the bed. She gasped and stood quickly, the chair she had been sitting in scratching against the floor loudly.

"Ron!" she cried, reaching down for her. "What in the world, are you all right?" she asked, looking at him and noticing his legs were still in the bed and tangled in the sheets. How had he even managed to do that? -- Nevermind, she hardly wanted to know and was more concerned about helping him.

"Come on," she said, grasping his upper arm and trying to pull him up. "I don't even know how you manage to get yourself into these situations." Part of her knew she'd be smiling and laughing about it later, but for now, she was more worried than anything.

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[info]spidersbegone
2008-01-12 06:57 am UTC (link)
"Part of my charm, isn't it?" He said with a smile, letting her help him up and back into bed. It was partly her fault this time, though he'd never tell her or admit that to her. Really, if she wasn't so close to him and pretty and... well, it wouldn't have happened.

"Thanks, 'Mione." He said as he was finally seated back in bed, her hand still on his arm as she had just finished helping him. Reaching over, he took her hand and squeezed gently in thanks, feeling insanely warm from it, his ears pink, before letting go and settling back into the pillows.

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[info]athenaspupil
2008-01-12 07:11 am UTC (link)
"Something like that," she muttered, pulling him up and helping him get situated in bed. She reached down, straightening up the covers so that they were completely tangled or in a big heap at the foot of the bed. Satisfied, she started to reach for her chair, but he had grasped her hand and squeezed it, and she paused.

"You're welcome," she said after a few seconds. She had noticed the blush in his cheeks and couldn't help one of her own before she gingerly pulled her hand back and finally got the chair.

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[info]spidersbegone
2008-01-12 07:24 am UTC (link)
Ron tried really hard to stay awake after that, really he did but the potions were now running through his system rapidly and he was exhausted from everything that day. He needed the rest and even though he'd much rather stay up and talk to Hermione, he felt his eyes drooping slightly as he lay there.

Soon, his breathing had slowed and he'd dozed off. His head lulled to the side, his hair flopping on his forehead as he fell asleep.

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[info]athenaspupil
2008-01-12 07:29 am UTC (link)
Expecting him to stay awake a bit longer, Hermione was rather surprised after several minutes of him not stirring to find him asleep. She knew it was the potions Madam Pomfrey had him on; the fact that he was sleeping meant that he could get some undisturbed rest while his body mended the broken bone.

As she watched him for a moment, she realised she had never really seen him like this. Not for awhile at least, and even then, it wasn't the same. Biting her lip, she looked around the hospital wing before sighing and getting up. Her chair was returned to its original place and she leaned over him to pull the covers around him again. And then, unable to resist the temptation again, she reached up and brushed the hair gently off his forehead. Then, content that he was sleeping, she let herself out of the hospital wing silently.

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