Bewitching Darkness (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Hermione's POV

Numbness. That was what I was feeling all over my body. There was no pain, no feeling whatsoever. My eyes seemed to be glued shut. However hard I tried, I could not open them.

I could tell that I was lying down somewhere. A somewhere with pillows. But that was about all I could understand about my surroundings because I could only see darkness behind my closed eyelids. My ears seemed to be blocked too because I could not hear anything at all. They were either blocked, or I was alone. That last thought scared me.

I tried to move myself, but couldn't. My whole body seemed to be stiff and tired. I could tell that much beneath the numbness at least. My arms were pressed over my stomach and my hands were clasped together.

After one minute of many failed attempts at moving any part of my body, I could feel the numbness starting to wear off. Feeling was returning to me and I could now tell I was lying in a bed.

I opened up the palm of my hand and tried to lift it up to my face, but couldn't. It felt too heavy. Letting it fall back on my stomach, I heard a low groan escape my lips. That was when I started hearing the voices. I could not distinguish between them, but they were soft, murmurs that seemed to be blending together. There was something incredibly familiar and comforting about those voices

"I'm sorry." A shudder passed through me. I knew that voice. I'd know it anywhere. I had gotten used to it for a long time now, yet its warmth and softness always surprised me. It was Ron. He was here. He sounded normal too, the way he did before. My Ron was back.

"R...R....Ron." My voice was shaky and every syllable hurt to utter. I managed to open my left eye just a crack to see a while celling above me and a curtain on my left. The numbness was now almost completely gone so I could feel the soft bed of the hospital wing underneath me. I was awake. Or partly awake, but I knew I was conscious at least. Trying to move my hand a little, I winced as my arm began to throb with the effort. So I let it fall limply by my side, an involuntary groan escaping my lips.

"Hermione." It was a whisper, but I heard it. Ron was sitting somewhere near the bed. I could feel his presence near me. After a moment, there was a slight rustling sound and then a warm hand was holding onto mine. It was Ron, of course.

"Ron," I croaked. My throat was scratchy and my voice was coming out raspy and weak. I could not swallow and my legs were beginning to hurt. Now that I could actually feel my body, the pain was settling in and it was brutal. My back was already throbbing and I could feel a thick bandage around it, a bandage that was itchy and made me want to tear it off. Ron moved forward. By now I guessed he was sitting in a chair beside my bed and his other hand was tangled in my hair.

"Hermione, I am so, so, so sorry," he muttered. I couldn't help shrugging, or at least attempting to shrug, since my shoulders were throbbing in pain as well. Ron's breath fanned my face and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Coffee breath smelled terrible.

That was when I commanded myself to try to open my eyes. This was pointless: lying in a bed at the hospital wing with no clue what was going on around me, or who was around. It was hard at first because my eyelids were firmly closed, but then they opened a crack and I kept pushing. Eventually, they were both open.

The hospital wing was empty except us and Madame Pomfrey who was in her office. The rest of the beds in the room seemed empty and neat, with the curtains drawn apart around them. The room was clean too, with the floor shinning brilliantly and warm light filtering in through the window. That was when I noticed that I would have to face Ron eventually. Putting it off would only cause more trouble. I was sure the spell was off him, or he would be hanging out with Abby and Vanessa. But I wasn't sure if I particularly wanted to talk to the person who was sort of, kind of part of the reason I was in the hospital. Well, his choices wre anyway.

Digging one elbow into the bed, I slowly sat up. Pain shot up my arm quickly and then soon it began to pulse through me. But now I had managed to sit up properly. My back was against the headboard and my hands were firmly clasped in my lap. My sides were hurting.

Next to my bed, there was a lone chair and Ron was sitting in it. He had bean sitting in it for a while, I could tell, with his shoulders bent and eyes cast downwards. Now I had to look at him.

His ginger hair was unkept. It hadn't been cut for a long time and the slight, stubble on his chin indicated that he needed to shave as well. I could see Ron's baby blue eyes lowered and a very sad expression covered his features.

But somehow, for some extremely strange reason, I still could not look at Ron for more than five seconds.

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A/N
I am literally barely awake right now so there might have been some typos/ stupid errors...I'll proof-read the chapter tomorrow!

Guys I am so sorry for the late update! This chapter was short and I am so sorry for that too! I could have
written a longer one but that could have taken more time and I just wanted to post something for you guys :) The next chapter will be longer XD Anyway, please leave votes and comments!