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Chapter 6 Last Confessions

Cedric felt his body hit the ground. His grip tightened, and he felt Harry's withering body as music began to play. Cedric could hardly hear it with Harry's yells. Professor Dumbledore came running up to them and place a hand on Cedric's shoulder.

"Mr. Diggory, what had happened?" he asked.

The first time Cedric opened his mouth, nothing but cries came out. He hadn't realized just how shocked his was about what he had just seen.

"It's him! He… he's back, Professor. You-Know-Who," Cedric yelled.

There was a gasp as Hagrid came through the crowd turned Cedric and Harry. Everyone had heard Cedric yell the name out. Hagrid lifted Harry up with no problem and headed for the Hospital Wing.

"He did something to Harry. He sent Harry flying into a rock and he hasn't stopped screaming since," Cedric tried to explain through all the people talking.

Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Weasleys followed Hagrid to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey was quick to stop them at the entrance.

"I'm sorry, but you can't be in here right now," she said as Hagrid quickly placed Harry on one of the beds and came back out.

"But…" Ron began.

The door was slammed in their faces. Ron bolted up straight in bed and gasped. He and Hermione weren't allowed to see Harry for two days after that. It had nearly ruined him. He shook off his thoughts and got out of bed. Ron put on his night robe and headed downstairs. He was surprised to see Hermione there.

"Hermione?" Ron asked.

She spun around and her eyes grew.

"Oh, Ron," Hermione gasped.

He knew that she had been crying. Hermione ran to him and flung her arms around him. For a moment he wondered if they had had the same nightmare.

"It's going to be all right," Ron assured her, patting her on the back.

Hermione backed away to look at Ron, but never let go of him. She began shaking her head as Ron attempted to let go of her waist.

"Do… don't let go," Hermione begged.

They looked deep into each others eyes now.

"I need you right now," she whispered.

Her lips were immediately on his. When they broke apart, Hermione looked a little disappointed.

"Please?" Hermione pleaded.

It was a weird thing. Weird because he found out that he needed her too right now. Her plead had sounded different also.


Ron walked downstairs to the Common Room the next morning to find Hermione was waiting for him. He wasn't too surprised he had to admit. He hoped that things wouldn't be awkward between them after last night. They had been friends for so long he didn't want to mess things up.

"Are you going to see Harry right now?" Hermione asked.

Ron was happy to see she wasn't feeling uncomfortable at all about what happened.

"Yeah," he nodded, making sure she heard the unabashed tone in his voice.

It should've been weird to Ron. It went against everything he felt doing what he did with Hermione, but it was comforting. He still loved Harry, no doubt about that, he was just shocked he was able to handle it so easily.

"Tell him I'll meet you all later," Hermione said.

Ron smiled a little.

"Okay," he nodded.

He walked passed Hermione to head for the portrait door.

"And, Ron…" Hermione began, but stopped herself when she realized that was enough to get Ron to turn.

She could help but smile when he did. Ron walked the few steps he had taken back to Hermione.

"Yes?" he asked.

Ron saw Hermione's cheeks flush as she looked down.

"Thank you for last night," Hermione said.

Ron smiled and put a hand on her shoulder.

"We both needed each other," he said.

Hermione took a deep breath; the smile on her face was still there.

"It meant a lot," she said.

Ron realized that needed to tell Hermione his feelings, too.

"Thanks for last night, too, Hermione. I think it helped the both of us," he said.

They smiled at each other one last time before Ron left to go to the Hospital Wing. Ron's eyes grew when he saw Madam Pomfrey hovered over Harry's bed when he arrived. With his heart racing, he ran quickly over to Harry's side.

"What's going on?" Ron asked.

He looked down as he felt Harry's clammy hand take his.

"He's going," Madam Pomfrey said.

Ron looked at her with terror in his eyes. His head turned to Harry.

"No! No, you can't, Harry. Do you hear me? You can't die," he yelled.

Harry then opened his eyes, which had been closed when Ron got there,

"You… need… to be… strong… for… Hermione," he choked out.

"You're going to be okay. You have to make it," Ron said.

Hermione stopped at the entrance.

"There's… something… I need… to… tell you," Harry said.

Madam Pomfrey nodded and got up when Harry looked over at her, almost like she knew what Harry was going to say. Harry's hand slipped from Ron's.

"Yeah, me, too," Ron said.

Hermione took one step forward, but didn't go any further.

"Please don't… hate me… after… this," Harry said.

His voice was now becoming fainter.

"I can never hate you," Ron said.

When Harry's hand touched Ron's for the second time, the memory of that day in Care of Magical Creatures came back.

"It was you, wasn't it? That day in Hagrid's class. You reached out first," Ron realized.

He looked down at their intertwined fingers.

"Yes," Harry nodded.

Hermione stood there in ah. The shock of it all almost caused her to lose breath.

"I… I didn't know if I should tell you. I mean, if you didn't feel the same, I don't know what I would've done," Ron said.

Harry's breathing slowed. Here he was in the Hospital Wing, willingly waiting for death to take him, and now he found himself wanting a little more time.

"I love you," Harry said.

His voice was surprisingly clear and strong when he said this.

"I love you too," Ron smiled.

Ron then broke his promise he had made a while back. A tear rolled down his cheek.

"Don't… cry," Harry said.

Ron took a deep breath as he rubbed his eyes with his free hand.

"I don't want you to leave," he said.

Now it was Ron's voice that was cracking.

"Not your… choice," Harry said.

Hermione had to put a hand over her mouth. Silent tears began to run down her cheek.

"I need you…" Ron began before Harry's hand covered his mouth.

"Be there… for… Hermione. I… love… you," Harry said.

Harry then closed his eyes. His breathing stopped. Hermione and Ron's eyes grew in horror. Harry's hand fell limp at Ron's side.

"Harry? Harry! Come on, wake up," Ron begged.

He began shaking Harry, but his eyes never reopened. Madam Pomfrey placed a hand on Ron's shoulder.

"He's gone, Mr. Weasley," she said.

Ron shook his violently. Hermione began walking slowly towards him.

"No! He can't be. Wake your arse up, Harry," Ron yelled.

He turned and saw Hermione for the first time. She ran into his arms. He began sobbed uncontrollably into Hermione's shoulder.

"This has to be a nightmare. When I open my eyes, none of this would have happened," Ron said.

He opened his eyes and turned to Harry's bed. Nothing had changed.

"He's gone, Ron," Hermione whispered.

She guided Ron out, letting Madam Pomfrey do what she needed to do.