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She Couldn't help but Smile- Part 1 (Missing moments)
Year 2

Ron Weasley was walking with his best friend, Harry Potter towards the Quidditch field. He was never good at Quidditch, although most of his brothers were. Charlie was legendary Gryffindor Quidditch team captain, and seeker. Both Fred and George were Chasers, and when they were on the team, they barley lost a game. He thought maybe one day he could be a good Keeper. But not at this exact moment. He got nervous and shaky before every game, anyways. He couldn't bear what would happen if he were actually on the team.

For the first time, Ron got to be with Harry whilst they were walking to the Quidditch field. Oliver Wood, Gryffindor team captain, was giving his usual enthusiastic pep talk. "The Slytherins are getting better. All we need to do is work harder, practice earlier, longer, and work on better strategies…."

Ron gave Harry a quick look. "Is he always this talkative before games?" Ron whispered to his best friend.

Harry smirked, and then nodded. "This is him on one of his bad days"

Ron raised his blonde eyebrows. They were all about to enter the field, when Professor McGonagall cuts across their path. You know what they say about black cats crossing your path, Ron thought, chuckling to himself. "Sorry to inform you, but there would not be any quidditch games today."

"No way. You can't cancel a game." Wood argued, confused.

"I am sorry Wood, but I just did." McGonagall told him. Ron was confused. Why wasn't there a game today? "Please, go back to the common room." As Ron and Harry turned to catch up with Hermione and leave with her, McGonagall caught them by the shoulders. "As for you two, come with me. I think there's something you'd want to see."

Ron and Harry looked at each other. Neither one of them knowing what they were going to see, they followed the professor. They passed several students on their way, giving stink-eye glances to Harry. Of course, Ron thought, only because every one thinks he's the heir of Slytherin. Will they ever get a normal year at Hogwarts, he wondered to himself. As they passed through the doors of the Hospital wing, both Harry and Ron were getting nervous. Going to the Hospital wing is usually never a good sign.

"Prepare yourselves. I'm afraid this might be a bit of a shock." Ron looked at Harry. Uh oh, was the thought that was shared between the two of them.

McGonagall opened the beige curtains to reveal Hermione, petrified. Ron's eyes widened. "Hermione," he whispered. The only thing he thought of, is when she wakes up, she will be seriously ticked she missed all of the homework assigned. That Hermione, Ron thought to himself. Pretty, smart, annoying Hermione. Wait. Did Ron just call Hermione pretty?

"She was found right before the game, in the library this afternoon." Probably studying for Lockhart's next "test" Ron thought to himself. "Along with this in her hands." McGonagall said, referring to a small mirror with a blue frames in her hands. "Does this mean anything to either of you?" Both Ron and Harry shook their heads. What could a mirror be to him? Ron thought.

As Ron thought this, Harry walked over to Hermione, and started holding her hand. I suppose he means it as friends, Ron thought.  Yet, he couldn't help but be jealous of Harry. Ron was pretty sure he couldn't just walk over to Hermione and hug her or anything without being accused of being anything but friends. Yet, Harry could.

Ron and Harry walked in silence on their way back to the Common Room. The only thought running through Ron's head was the picture of Hermione. Bushy haired Hermione, petrified. Why it bothered him so much, he wondered. Why did he not like the fact that Hermione wasn't around to argue with, or help him with homework, or even play a game of Wizard's Chess with (and win every game).

As Harry told the Fat Lady portrait the password, Ron couldn't help but wonder, how long will Hermione be in the hospital? Will she be able to help them with the Chamber of Secrets mystery? As he thought this, he sat on the trio's usual couch.

"I bet Malfoy is glad there wasn't a game today." Harry said, breaking the silence.

Ron smirked. "And why do you think that is?" he asked his black haired friend.

Harry laughed. "Oh, so I wouldn't have to steal the snitch again, making him look like a complete idiot. Oh wait; he already is a complete idiot, and git." Ron laughed with him. It was nice to laugh after all of this tension. "I'm going to go to the Hall and have some supper. Want to join?" Harry asked Ron.

"No thanks." Ron replied. He couldn't possibly eat after what he's just seen.

"Ron Weasley? Passing a chance to eat? I never thought I'd live to see the day!" Harry joked.

"I know. Send a letter to my mum. She'll be shocked." Ron told Harry. "Just eat with Dean and Seamus, or something. I'm not in the mood to eat."

Harry's green eyes gave Ron a knowing look. He just shook his head. Harry shrugged it off, and then left the ginger-haired boy to himself and his thoughts. Why did Petrified Hermione bother him so much? What will she be like when she wakes up? Will she be different? Will she bother him about not telling her about the homework assigned while she was unconscious?

Ron didn't know the answers of any of these questions. The only thing he knew right at that very moment was that he wanted to see her again, that very same night. Only, he needed an excuse for it. What was one good excuse? Hermione was obsessed with getting homework done…. Wait. That's it, Ron thought. I'll ask all of the Professors for the next week's worth of homework.

Before a second thought, Ron ran off to the Great Hall, where all of the Professors would be eating at the very moment. At the entrance at the Great Hall, Ron couldn't help him self but sprint down the middle (between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's table) towards his head of Household, Professor McGonagall.

As soon as he reached the long table, every student started to whisper. "Why, Mr.Weasley! Why aren't you in your seat?"

It took a moment for the twelve-year-old to catch his breath. "I-need-a-favor-Professor." He gasped.

"Would you mind explaining you preposition?" McGonagall asked.

"I would like you, and the rest of the professors to lend me the next week's worth of assignments." Ronald explained.

"And what would this be for?"  She asked, as her eyebrows rose. It seemed all of the other Professors were interested as well, as they had all leaned in. (Except Dumbledore, of course.)

"Hermione." He answered.

"Oh. I see Mr. Weasley. Come with me, and I'll help you carry all of the papers to the Hospital Wing." Ron couldn't help but notice, it was like she knew something he didn't. What would that something be?

By the time they were holding all of the papers, it was almost midnight. McGonagall was tired, yet Ron was never so awake. He was going to see Hermione, completely alone. When they entered the hospital wing, Madam Pomfry started to whisper-yell at them. "You can't be here at this time of night-"

"Yes he can. I gave him special permission. So did Dumbledore." McGonagall interrupted. "This boy will stay here as long as he'd like."

Ron put down the papers, and then looked at his professor. "Thanks, professor." McGonagall nodded, and then headed off towards the halls. "Do you mind? I'd like to speak to her alone." Ron whispered to Madam Pomfry. She nodded, and then turned towards Collin Creevey.

Ron tip toed to the petrified friend. He awkwardly got hold of Hermione's hand, and started talking. Not just about how scared for her he was, but other simple things too. Like how he kind of likes her or how he never knew in first year that he would be doing this kind of thing. Just talking. That's all.

The next morning, the nurse did her usual check up on her patients. When he went to check on Hermione Granger, she found the same little boy from the previous night right next to her bed. Her hand was being held by his own.

             She couldn't help but smile.

Description
She Couldn't help but Smile- Part 1 (Missing moments)
Year 2

Ron Weasley was walking with his best friend, Harry Potter towards the Quidditch field. He was never good at Quidditch, although most of his brothers were. Charlie was legendary Gryffindor Quidditch team captain, and seeker. Both Fred and George were Chasers, and when they were on the team, they barley lost a game. He thought maybe one day he could be a good Keeper. But not at this exact moment. He got nervous and shaky before every game, anyways. He couldn't bear what would happen if he were actually on the team.

For the first time, Ron got to be with Harry whilst they were walking to the Quidditch field. Oliver Wood, Gryffindor team captain, was giving his usual enthusiastic pep talk. "The Slytherins are getting better. All we need to do is work harder, practice earlier, longer, and work on better strategies…."

Ron gave Harry a quick look. "Is he always this talkative before games?" Ron whispered to his best friend.

Harry smirked, and then nodded. "This is him on one of his bad days"

Ron raised his blonde eyebrows. They were all about to enter the field, when Professor McGonagall cuts across their path. You know what they say about black cats crossing your path, Ron thought, chuckling to himself. "Sorry to inform you, but there would not be any quidditch games today."

"No way. You can't cancel a game." Wood argued, confused.

"I am sorry Wood, but I just did." McGonagall told him. Ron was confused. Why wasn't there a game today? "Please, go back to the common room." As Ron and Harry turned to catch up with Hermione and leave with her, McGonagall caught them by the shoulders. "As for you two, come with me. I think there's something you'd want to see."

Ron and Harry looked at each other. Neither one of them knowing what they were going to see, they followed the professor. They passed several students on their way, giving stink-eye glances to Harry. Of course, Ron thought, only because every one thinks he's the heir of Slytherin. Will they ever get a normal year at Hogwarts, he wondered to himself. As they passed through the doors of the Hospital wing, both Harry and Ron were getting nervous. Going to the Hospital wing is usually never a good sign.

"Prepare yourselves. I'm afraid this might be a bit of a shock." Ron looked at Harry. Uh oh, was the thought that was shared between the two of them.

McGonagall opened the beige curtains to reveal Hermione, petrified. Ron's eyes widened. "Hermione," he whispered. The only thing he thought of, is when she wakes up, she will be seriously ticked she missed all of the homework assigned. That Hermione, Ron thought to himself. Pretty, smart, annoying Hermione. Wait. Did Ron just call Hermione pretty?

"She was found right before the game, in the library this afternoon." Probably studying for Lockhart's next "test" Ron thought to himself. "Along with this in her hands." McGonagall said, referring to a small mirror with a blue frames in her hands. "Does this mean anything to either of you?" Both Ron and Harry shook their heads. What could a mirror be to him? Ron thought.

As Ron thought this, Harry walked over to Hermione, and started holding her hand. I suppose he means it as friends, Ron thought.  Yet, he couldn't help but be jealous of Harry. Ron was pretty sure he couldn't just walk over to Hermione and hug her or anything without being accused of being anything but friends. Yet, Harry could.

Ron and Harry walked in silence on their way back to the Common Room. The only thought running through Ron's head was the picture of Hermione. Bushy haired Hermione, petrified. Why it bothered him so much, he wondered. Why did he not like the fact that Hermione wasn't around to argue with, or help him with homework, or even play a game of Wizard's Chess with (and win every game).

As Harry told the Fat Lady portrait the password, Ron couldn't help but wonder, how long will Hermione be in the hospital? Will she be able to help them with the Chamber of Secrets mystery? As he thought this, he sat on the trio's usual couch.

"I bet Malfoy is glad there wasn't a game today." Harry said, breaking the silence.

Ron smirked. "And why do you think that is?" he asked his black haired friend.

Harry laughed. "Oh, so I wouldn't have to steal the snitch again, making him look like a complete idiot. Oh wait; he already is a complete idiot, and git." Ron laughed with him. It was nice to laugh after all of this tension. "I'm going to go to the Hall and have some supper. Want to join?" Harry asked Ron.

"No thanks." Ron replied. He couldn't possibly eat after what he's just seen.

"Ron Weasley? Passing a chance to eat? I never thought I'd live to see the day!" Harry joked.

"I know. Send a letter to my mum. She'll be shocked." Ron told Harry. "Just eat with Dean and Seamus, or something. I'm not in the mood to eat."

Harry's green eyes gave Ron a knowing look. He just shook his head. Harry shrugged it off, and then left the ginger-haired boy to himself and his thoughts. Why did Petrified Hermione bother him so much? What will she be like when she wakes up? Will she be different? Will she bother him about not telling her about the homework assigned while she was unconscious?

Ron didn't know the answers of any of these questions. The only thing he knew right at that very moment was that he wanted to see her again, that very same night. Only, he needed an excuse for it. What was one good excuse? Hermione was obsessed with getting homework done…. Wait. That's it, Ron thought. I'll ask all of the Professors for the next week's worth of homework.

Before a second thought, Ron ran off to the Great Hall, where all of the Professors would be eating at the very moment. At the entrance at the Great Hall, Ron couldn't help him self but sprint down the middle (between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's table) towards his head of Household, Professor McGonagall.

As soon as he reached the long table, every student started to whisper. "Why, Mr.Weasley! Why aren't you in your seat?"

It took a moment for the twelve-year-old to catch his breath. "I-need-a-favor-Professor." He gasped.

"Would you mind explaining you preposition?" McGonagall asked.

"I would like you, and the rest of the professors to lend me the next week's worth of assignments." Ronald explained.

"And what would this be for?"  She asked, as her eyebrows rose. It seemed all of the other Professors were interested as well, as they had all leaned in. (Except Dumbledore, of course.)

"Hermione." He answered.

"Oh. I see Mr. Weasley. Come with me, and I'll help you carry all of the papers to the Hospital Wing." Ron couldn't help but notice, it was like she knew something he didn't. What would that something be?

By the time they were holding all of the papers, it was almost midnight. McGonagall was tired, yet Ron was never so awake. He was going to see Hermione, completely alone. When they entered the hospital wing, Madam Pomfry started to whisper-yell at them. "You can't be here at this time of night-"

"Yes he can. I gave him special permission. So did Dumbledore." McGonagall interrupted. "This boy will stay here as long as he'd like."

Ron put down the papers, and then looked at his professor. "Thanks, professor." McGonagall nodded, and then headed off towards the halls. "Do you mind? I'd like to speak to her alone." Ron whispered to Madam Pomfry. She nodded, and then turned towards Collin Creevey.

Ron tip toed to the petrified friend. He awkwardly got hold of Hermione's hand, and started talking. Not just about how scared for her he was, but other simple things too. Like how he kind of likes her or how he never knew in first year that he would be doing this kind of thing. Just talking. That's all.

The next morning, the nurse did her usual check up on her patients. When he went to check on Hermione Granger, she found the same little boy from the previous night right next to her bed. Her hand was being held by his own.

             She couldn't help but smile.