Just a little spin off to the movie Just Like Heaven, which I do not own, as well as the characters. I don't own them either. Enjoy!!
"It's all wrong, Ron," Hermione sobbed. She held tightly to the metal bars of the hospital bed which held her best friend. She did this so that she wouldn't fall to her knees. Her body racked with sobs.
"So this is it," he replied angrily, "You'd leave me for someone who may not even make it through the night."
Hermione could hardly breathe, let alone reply. The hospital monitors hooked up to Harry started to go haywire as if on cue and mediwizards rushed to the bedside of the great Harry Potter, the boy who defeated the dark lord.
Ron's face changed from anger to panic. As much as he hated the fact that his girlfriend was in love with his best friend, he never wanted him to die.
Hermione lost control of herself, without a bed to hang on to and dropped to her knees, "No, Harry! Hang on!" she screamed, praying with all her might that her voice reached him. She stood up and tried to wrestle her way through the doctors, "You have to save him! He can't die! Harry! Please, Harry!"
"Someone take her away," one of the wizards said, brushing her off.
Ron, despite his hurt, tried to pull her away, but she wouldn't relent. She kicked and screamed, breaking away from Ron.
"Stupefy," the same wizard yelled, turning his wand for mere seconds to aid Ron in controlling her.
Hermione went limp in Ron's arms as the monitors beeped uncontrollably. It was all too much for Ron. He broke down as well. There were so many casualties. So many friends were lost. His girlfriend broke up with him and now his best friend was fighting for life. But Voldemort was gone and that was the only ray of sunshine on this dark night. There should be nothing more to fear.
"Get out of here," someone shouted to Ron, but he could barely hear what was going on. His mind was a blur with all the action of that night. He clung to his now ex-girlfriends body in a daze.
Finally he seemed to snap back to reality, "No, he can't die," Ron said, though now one was listening, "The prophecy said one would survive and Voldemort is dead."
After many feverish minutes the monitors at once slowed to a beep at a normal heart rate. The wizards surrounding Harry smiled and shook each others hands, proud of a job well done.
The one that spoke so harshly before turned to address Ron, "He's alive, but in a coma," he explained, "If he can pull through the coma, he should survive."
"Is it possible for him to pull through?" Ron asked.
"We can only hope," he replied, "Let's get her in a bed. She's had far too much excitement for one night."
He lifted Hermione's body, with a quick charm, into a bed beside Harry then summoned a nurse with a sleeping draught that she spoon fed to Hermione, forcing it down her unconscious throat.
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"Mom?" Hermione's ragged voice said, just drifting into consciousness.
"I'm here, honey," Jane Granger replied, rising from her seat to take her daughter's hand.
"Is Harry okay?" Hermione whispered.
"He's in a coma, but the doctor's say if he pulls through, he'll survive," she explained sadly.
Hermione's eyes teared up, "Oh mum, he has to survive."
"He will," Mrs. Granger assured her.
They sat in silence for many minutes as Hermione cleared her head.
"How long have I been out?" she asked.
"Three days," her mother replied.
"Three? Harry hasn't come out of the coma yet?" Hermione asked, her heart rate escalating.
"Relax, okay? You don't need the stress."
Hermione took a deep breath.
"Ron told me what happened," her mother continued, "You broke up with him?"
"Yes," Hermione said, barely above a whisper.
"Why?"
"I'm in love with Harry. I always have been. Ron was just the first boy who took any kind of real interest in me and I feel like that's the only reason I dated him."
"But you were such good friends. Not that I don't like Harry, but I could see it in your face that Ron made you happy."
"It was all an act. I wanted to be happy with Ron because I knew Harry could never feel about me the way that I felt about him."
"But honey…"
"Don't you understand mom? The hero is supposed to be with the girl! That's how it always is! Me and Harry. It never turns out that the girl settles for the sidekick."
"Ron is hardly a sidekick, Hermione and you are no damsel in distress," her mother simply stated.
"You weren't there mum! How can you say that?"
"Well, explain it to me."
"Harry saved me," Hermione said, crying again, "I should be dead. Voldemort used me to get to Harry and I don't quite understand what Harry did, but I ended up in his arms instead of Voldemort's. Harry fired the killing curse at him, but not before Voldemort sent one back. It never fully hit Harry, and that's why he didn't die, but he still can. It would be my fault. I was stupid. I thought Voldemort had Harry. Guess I have the same hero complex as Harry." Hermione tried to smile, remembering once telling Harry about his problem as he jumped to save Sirius.
Mrs. Granger looked over to Harry's bed in a silent thank you for him saving her daughter. Hermione looked over at his paled face. He didn't look well. There were cuts and bruises visible on his face and arms. He had three broken bones mended when he first was brought to the hospital. There was no telling what kind of brain damage there was until he woke up.
"You know I adore Harry," Mrs. Granger said, "And I hope that all your dreams come true if he wakes up."
"He has to." Hermione said, her eyes never leaving Harry.
Jane ran a hand through her daughter's even more uncontrolled hair, "You are such a beautiful girl. I don't understand how anyone could not love you."
Hermione forced a smile.
"Did Harry say anything about feeling the same way?"
Hermione shook her head, her eyes sparkling with tears.
"Oh," Mrs. Granger replied sadly.
"It's better that I broke up with Ron. My heart belongs to Harry whether he loves me back or not."
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