Where's Hermione?

Draco Malfoy and Voldemort were standing there. They were right by Hermione's bed.

"What are you doing here?" Harry screamed.

Voldemort looked up and smiled with his lipless mouth. "Why, Harry. How nice to see you here."

"What are you doing?" Harry screamed even louder.

"Well, Harry," Malfoy started, "if it wasn't for you, I'm sure that my father wouldn't be dead right now. I guess that you could say that I am taking revenge, and killing someone you love."

Harry knew what was coming when he saw Voldemort raise his wand. "Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted.

Both Harry and Voldemort's spells collided in midair creating a jet of light protruding out from each wand. It was just like when Harry and Voldemort were dueling in the graveyard in fourth year. Ron searched for his wand but had apparently left it on his bedside table. He didn't want to get into the line of fire of Harry so he jumped onto Draco.

"What the hell are you doing Weasley?" Malfoy asked, choking. Ron had one hand around Malfoy's neck, pinning him to the ground, and one hand in a fist high in the air.

"This is for Hermione!" Ron yelled, as he punched Malfoy in the face. "This is for me!" he yelled again punching him again. "And this is for Harry!" he screamed punching him one last time. Malfoy was knocked out cold.

Harry was holding onto his wand with two hands, and his anger was pumping. He took one glance at Hermione lying extremely pale on the bed, and Harry exploded. He put so much force into his wand the jet of light started to move towards Voldemort. Harry looked again at Hermione, and Harry's spell hit Voldemort. Voldemort went flying all the way up against the wall. He lay motionless on the floor.

"Do...do you think he's dead," Ron whispered to Harry.

"I don't know," Harry whispered back. "Stupefy!" Harry shouted at Voldemort. Voldemort's limp body shook. "Yeah, he's dead." Harry and Ron looked around to see that Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, and two other Gryffindor girls were also white and pale like Hermione.

"I think we better get Professor Tonks," Harry suggested.

"Yeah, and Madam Pomfrey, too," Ron added.

***

Harry was sitting on the edge of Hermione's hospital bed, and Ron was kneeling on the floor, holding Hermione's hand. Hermione had only opened her eyes a few times, but she was still chalk-white. Harry and Ron were just waiting for her to stay awake long enough for them to talk to her. It has been a week since Voldemort was killed, and Hermione was just getting worse. The other day all of the Hogwarts students were allowed to go to the funeral for Parvati, Lavender and the other two girls. Harry and Ron were hoping not to go to another one for Hermione.

"Ron," Hermione said weakly.

"Hermione," Ron said excitingly, "everything's okay."

"No, Ron. Nothing's okay. It's all my fault. I told Malfoy how to climb up the tower to get into the girls' dormitories. I guess that he didn't change. I should have listened to you, Ron."

"I don't need an apology Hermione," Ron whispered. Ron gently pushed back Hermione's bangs and kissed her on her forehead.

"I'm really sorry guys," Hermione whispered. Suddenly, Ron could feel Hermione's hand go limp in his, and the pillow sunk in. Hermione was dead. Ron started crying hysterically, and punching the bed. Harry just let a few teardrops run down his face. He turned away, only to find a very pretty redhead coming along.

"Hi Harry," she started. "I heard Hermione wasn't doing to well, so I came to see her."

Harry led her away from the bed. "I'm sorry but she's dead," Harry whimpered.

"I'm really sorry, Harry. Maybe we should go to the common room and talk."

"I'd like that," Harry replied, as he wiped away his tears. Instantly he fell in love with this pretty redhead.