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Chapter 7 Ron's Wish

Ron found himself in the hospital wing when he finally woke up the next day. The first person he saw was Hermione. Had she decided to forget what had happened with Pansy?

Instead of smiling at him and throwing her arms around him like he had imagined, Hermione simply turned to Madam Pomfrey and said, "Madam Pomfrey, he's awake."

"Thank you, Miss Granger," Madam Pomfrey said, and Hermione began walking out.

Ron began shaking his head violently. He didn't want Hermione to leave. It seemed that he had been wrong about her forgiving him.

"Hermione," Ron called, but didn't turn and walked out.

Madam Pomfrey was trying to get Ron to stay in bed as he tried to get up. She finally said sternly, "Kindly calm down, Mr. Weasley, while I examine you."

"Will I have to lose my leg?" Ron asked after Madam Pomfrey had downed come Calming Draught down his throat.

"Certainly not," Madam Pomfrey said, sounding as if that was a dumb question to ask.

"That's good," Ron said as he let his head hit the pillow.

He still couldn't believe that he no longer had a rat. Well, it had never mean a real rat to begin, now was it?


The next time Ron had a chance to talk to Hermione or Harry was on the train back to King's Cross.

"Hermione, please stop ignoring me," Ron begged. He wished nothing more than to be able to talk to Hermione, and also Harry if he was being truthful with himself.

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe she doesn't want to talk to you?" Harry asked, wrapping a protective arm around Hermione's shoulder.

"Come on, Hermione…" Ron began to plead before Hermione cut him off, saying, "Go be with Parkinson."

"Pansy?" Ron asked in disbelief. Hadn't they known by now that that had been a one time thing that he wished had never happened? "Hermione, that was nothing."

"Maybe I'll see you in Diagon Alley," Hermione finally said after a moment of silence. Ron was happy that she seemed to have been less angry that what she had been before.

Harry still had his arm around Hermione as they entered an empty compartment.

Ron walked with his down into another empty compartment a ways away from Hermione and Harry, thinking it was for the best, and threw himself down on the seat.

Ron moaned as he heard the compartment door open. He didn't get up to see who it was until he heard a familiar voice call out, "Ron?"

Sure enough, Ron sat up to find Draco sitting in front of him as he sat up.

"Go on, then," Ron told him, looking out the window. "Tell me I was a bloody idiot and deserve this."

"You're right," Draco said with a shrug of his shoulders. Ron lowered his eyebrows. "You've been a big idiot. But you don't deserve this."

This surprised Ron that all he could say was, "Thanks."

Ron put his head against the window and drifted to sleep, not really wanting to do anything else. He then started to dream.

In his dream, he was in an unfamiliar place. All the occupants in there, including him and the girl he was with, were dancing.

"I'm having so much fun," the girl giggled.

Ron finally took notice of the girl he was dancing with. It was Pansy Parkinson, only she looked a few years older.

"Um… yeah, me too," Ron said.

Ron looked over his shoulder. His eyes fell upon a girl. Even though her hair was less bushy and she looked like she had gotten work done on her teeth, there was no denying whose brown eyes they belonged to.

"Hermione," Ron gasped.

Her eyes began to swell and she ran out. Ron quickly followed.

However, he'd never know if he caught up with her because he woke up then.

"Come on, Ron. We're here," Draco said.

The train had stopped, meaning that they were now back at King's Cross.

"Right," Ron sighed.

This wasn't going to be an easy summer holiday.


Done with this part!