While You Were In A Coma

While you were in a coma

As the first rays of sunlight posed themselves upon his sleepy face, his eyelids fluttered slightly, refusing to wake up.

This, if possible, has been one of the worst summers he had ever experienced. Of course living with the Dursleys had provided many horrifying summers and lets face it, horrifying winters, springs and falls. Every one of the seasons with the Dursleys was a pain. But this time it was something completely different. This was because spending the summer with the Weasleys was usually very enjoyable. Now however it was becoming a nightmare.

It started out like any one of the summers with the Weasley family. Mr. Weasley and his three red-haired sons barged into the Dursley's blocked fireplace to come and pick him up. It had been normal the firsts few weeks; being pampered by Mrs. Weasley, continuously talking with Mr. Weasley about his muggle anecdotes, making Harry tell about new artifacts with excruciating detail. There have been countless laughs with George and Fred, as Harry watched them test their new inventions on Ginny. And of course, there was his favorite pass time, playing Quidditch with all of the Weasley brothers. Yes, they were a great few weeks. It wasn't long before he learned that his other best friend, Hermione Granger, the cleverest witch in all of Hogwarts, was going to be spending the rest of the summer holiday with them. He thought that this summer couldn't be better, but he didn't realize how mistaken he was.

As soon as Hermione set foot in The Burrow, everything changed, especially Ron. Harry could observe the change in the way Ron looked at Hermione, when he first saw her. And Harry also had to accept, she looked quite different - she looked quite cute. It appeared that Hermione had learned to accept her wavy hair, and now sported her hair in thick ringlets, falling carelessly down her shoulders that marked her face. Her body was maturing and filling out in the right places, and the features of her face where softening. She also looked taller. The point was, there was a distinct change in her, and it was obvious that Ron noticed this.

Since the incident last year at the Yule Ball, Harry had a suspicion that Ron fancied Hermione, but he never knew just how much. Ron seemed to ignore Harry completely, while flirting clumsily with Hermione, and the worst part was that she seemed to like it. Hermione liked the way Ron stumbled with his own feet while trying to sit down next to her on the dinner table, or the way he mumbled compliments at her and even the shocking red color his ears turned when he would pass close to her.

It reached an all time low when Hermione gave into Ron's attempts and they started "going out". They would go out for a walk completely forgetting about Harry, and with the twins locked up in their room, he was forced to spend the duration of the day with Ginny, who would sometimes pass several lapses of time just staring at him.

But Harry didn't understand why he felt so uncomfortable with this newfound relationship between his two best friends. It irked him to feel so irritated at them. He was getting tired of hearing Ron's recalling of their dates. And he hated it when Ron gave annoyingly precise details of how he had tried to kiss Hermione. He disliked the feeling that possessed him when even though Ron would do something stupid, Hermione would offer him a charming white smile. And he didn't like it one bit when Ron managed to take Hermione's hand and Harry would flinched, like when other wizards heard Voldemort's name. He started to feel very guilty and dismissed all of these emotions as resentment because of how Ron and Hermione seemed to ignore him.

Harry lay still in his bed, looking up at the ceiling and thinking about the past two weeks. Today was the day they where going to head up to Diagon Alley, for their annual shopping before school. He heard Ron shuffling as he went out of the room, presumably to the bathroom to take a shower, and he lay silent in his bed, thinking intently. He didn't comprehend why these unfriendly emotions where occupying his head, but he was going to make them stop. He was going to start showing support for Ron, Hermione and their new relationship. Harry gave a small shudder when he thought of the word 'relationship'. What was wrong with him? Why was he acting like such a jerk? Ron and Hermione were his best friends. They were some of the few people that really cared for him. And he wasn't going to do anything that could come between their friendships.

"Morning Harry!" spoke the feminine voice of Hermione, pocking her head to their bedroom.

"Morning Hermione," Harry responded with a small smile.

"Are you ready to go down for breakfast; Mrs. Weasley already shouted that it was ready," she said stepping inside, after seeing that Harry was decent. He was in pajamas but she didn't care, that was still decent.

"Sure, just let me get ready," he said nonchalantly, as he went to closet to grab some clean clothes.

"Umm, Harry? Can I ask you a question?" asked Hermione, as she sat lightly on his bed.

"You already have," he said turning to her with a smirk. Hermione made one of her trademark 'annoyed face', and Harry let out a laugh, "Kidding. Go ahead, ask away."

"Well...I know that this might seem strange to you...you know...Ron and me," she started slowly.

"I don't find it strange," Harry stated - impressed by how convincing his voice sounded.

Hermione was surprised, but continued, "Well...umm...the thing is...I wanted to know if..."

"Hi, 'Mione, what are you doing here so early?" Ron interrupted, stepping into the room, water droplets still clinging to his hair. Then he made his way to Hermione, trying to give her a peck on the top of her head, but Hermione moved her head up in that same instant and came in contact with his chin.

"Oww!" Ron and Hermione proclaimed together, one grabbing her head, and the other his chin, "Ron, you need to learn to plan your kis...movements," she said blushing as she headed to the door, "I'll see you at the dinner table," and with that she left, still rubbing her skull.

"She's right you know. Haven't been able to give her a proper kiss all week," Ron confessed to Harry as he left to take a bath.

"Hmm..." answered Harry just about to open the door, then he remembered his resolution and turned around, "Don't be so nervous, just wait for the right moment, it will come, when you look in her eyes you will know, and just try to be a little more gentle," advised Harry with a small smile.

Ron smiled back, and seemed filled with new determination, "Thanks mate."

"Yeah...you're welcome," Harry said before closing the door and heading to the bathroom. This was going to be a bit more difficult than Harry had planned.

To Be Continued.