30. Ron POV
Hermione's pale body crumples against me, and I reach my arms around her to prevent her from getting even more injured.
I pick up her limp body, and run into the Great Hall. "Madam Pomfrey!" I shout, desperate. Hermione was getting paler by the second, the blood pooling around her and me.
She stops tending someone and runs over to me. "Oh dear," she says. "Oh, dear."
"Please," I beg.
"Why should I help you?"
"I'm not one of them! Besides, don't do it for me. Do it for Hermione, and those who love her."
She sighs in defeat. "Alright. Lie her down, her wounded side up."
I nod and do as told.
"Apply pressure to the wound. I'll be here to help you in a moment."
I nod yet again, applying pressure to the slash in her side.
Hermione looked so peaceful, so young when she was asleep. Beautiful. I stroke her hair with my free hand, tears flowing.
Madam Pomfrey walks back over and shoos me.
I peck Hermione on the cheek, and walk out, wand at the ready.
There's really nothing to say... I'm so sorry this chapter is so short! I needed POV in this scene, but it's hard to do those POV's! And yay! I hit 30 chapter and 300 reads! Thank you all so much! Comment what you think!
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