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As Hermione drove on she noticed that out of the corner of her eye Ron was getting uncomfortingly close to her head and was about to say something when Ron pulled up the emergency brake and they jerked to stop “wha-” but she couldn’t get it out for Ron had leaned over and started kissing her. Hermione at first was very shocked but then melted away in Ron’s arms they sat there for almost an eternity it felt until the cars that were now backed up behind them started honking their horns. Hermione broke off and giggled as she pushed down the brake and drove on. There was complete silence until Hermione said, “this is your stop” she did not even look at him as he unbuckled and opened the door.
“Thanks for the ride” said Ron before closing the door. He stood there and watched her drive away until he could no longer see her.

The next morning when Hermione opened the door to go to work Ron was sitting on her porch. “What’s going on, what are you doing here” Ron jumped because he did not hear her come out.
“Um…” said Ron biting his lip. “I was wondering if you’d like… to um…”
“Well spit it out” said Hermione tapping her foot and looking at her watch.
“Go out sometime” said Ron not looking at her face. “Like tonight maybe, I mean I know you don’t get off until 5 but I can make reservations for around 6ish” said Ron looking at her face again.
“Where at? Because I just might drive there straight from work because Mr. Chafer is putting it on thick for us tonight” said Hermione.
“Oh- well its ok I’ll just make it later the reservation that is because it’s a formal place” said Ron looking at his shoes.
“Well you still haven’t told me where it is so I couldn’t even go if I wanted to” said Hermione laughing a little.
“Well... I thought I’d pick you up” Replied Ron. “And it’s sort of a surprise” “but if you really want to know I can tell you” said Ron.
“Well, I don’t like running a surprise, how ‘bout you pick me up around say...7:00” said Hermione with a smile.
“Yah, ok” said Ron “7:00.”

After work Hermione hurried home and found a really pretty dress that was white and barely covered her knees, she had white high-healed sandals, and white nylons. She looked at her self in the mirror and remembered when she last wore it; it was the night she had won the junior Olympics for figure skating in 2003. She slipped her slender legs through the top and began to pull it up of her shoulders she zipped the back and put on the nylons and her shoes she then pulled her hair back into a sloppy bun where most of her little hairs that could not quite reach the bun fell in her face she turned on the curling iron and began to curl those little hairs when she was down she did her makeup and as soon as she was putting everything away the doorbell rang and as she headed to the door she grabbed this mysterious bag and her purse. Ron grabbed her hand, took her to the car, opened the door for Hermione and closed it as well. When they got out of the car Hermione saw where they were they were at Ange Flocon the best French restaurant in town. “How, how can you afford this I know for a fact that you aren’t made of money” said Hermione with her mouth wide open in amazement.
“Well, I have connections” said Ron putting out his hand to guide the still amazed Hermione.
“What connections do you have anyway?” asked Hermione as they entered through the elegant double doors. When Ron stepped up to the pedestal where all the reservations were listed in alphabetical order he said,
“Um…” said the man in the black and white suit as he clicked his tongue. “ Aha he it is ‘Ronald Weasley’ right this way please” said the man after grabbing the menus he gestured us toward the left and he followed in our wake. After we were settled the man asked “what can I get you to start on while you read your menus?”
“Um...can I have your finest Champaign?” asked Ron ‘he was really being sweet to night’ thought Hermione. “Is there anything you want Hermione?” asked Ron looking at her with a sweet smile.
“Um… I think that should do it for now but thanks for asking” said Hermione gentling placing her white linen napkin on her lap.
“Ok, Champaign and two glasses coming right up” said the man as he walked away. Then about 10 minutes or so later a waiter came who was really tall and took our order in a matter of minutes he was back with a platter full of food.
“Would you like a re-fill?” asked the tall waiter.
“Yes, please” said Hermione holding up her glass for him to pore the Champaign in to it.
“How about you sir?” he asked Ron
“Um, sure” said Ron as if coming out of a daze. So the waiter filled his glass too before leaving us to our meal.
“Are you ok you seem troubled?” asked Hermione with a worried look on her brow.
“Um yeah I’m fine” there it was again the dazed look in his eyes. What was going on, what was he thinking about; Hermione was determined to find out. An hour or so later they were leaving, but when Hermione got in the car she grabbed that mysterious bag of hers and set it in her lap. Tomorrow being a Saturday Hermione normally wouldn’t care what time it was when she returned home but tonight was different she was determined to return with the sun still low in the sky for she had plans later that very night. When Ron pulled up to her apartment she stepped out very quickly and said “goodbye had a great time” and she was gone across the parking lot to her own car but Ron didn’t leave he was determined to find out why Hermione had run off so quickly. So he followed her car to a place he’d never been before to a part of town that was completely deserted all lights had gone dim hours ago ‘why would Hermione want to be here it was such a gloomy place.’ When he noticed that she had pulled in to a parking lot that had the only source of light he could see for miles he followed her and into the building she went Ron was worried about going in he was afraid she would think he was stalking her even though he wasn’t. But finally he got up the nerve but by then Hermione had already been in there for a few minutes so when he found her she was ice skating with great talent she looked like swan that was just about to land back on the ice when she jumped into the air so gracefully .When she came back done she did not even flinch she did it so gracefully. When Hermione did her triple loop jump she saw Ron sitting in the bleachers for the first time and when she landed she slipped and fell as she did that she screamed really loud and her scream echoed throughout the whole arena. Ron jumped up and ran to her aid as she whimpered “my ankle my ankle I think it’s broken.”
“I’ll look” said Ron starting to untie her skate when he finally finished untying it (it took him forever because he took out the string completely so he would not hert her when he took of the skate.) he pulled it off and was in shock her ankle bone was sticking out a good 3 inches and the inside of her skate was full of blood.
“How bad is it?” asked Hermione still lying down on the ice. It looked as if it hert her to speak but what did Ron know he knew nothing about the medical field.
“It’s going to need a cast but I think you’ll live” said Ron pulling her pant leg down over the bone so Hermione couldn’t see it and end up going into shock. When Ron looked up to see how she looked in the face he saw that she was closing her eyes and turning blue. “Hermione! Don’t go to sleep I’ll get you out of here and into my car where it’s warm” said Ron picking her up she was growing limp and was getting heavy. He carried her out to the car and gently set her in the front seat and buckled her in. After closing the door he saw a trail of blood she had left behind them.

After checking her into the ER he sat and waited for the one of the nurses to come out and say “she is fine, she should be out of here by tomorrow”, but that happy message of hope did not come. Then about 2 and a half hours later the nurse said “do you want to see her?” and Ron followed the nurse into Hermione’s room. She was very pail and she had hundreds of machines hooked up to her, her ankle was in a cast and her arm had an IV in it, Ron traced the IV tube with his eyes to the little package of blood hanging from the rack that was draining down the tube into Hermione’s arm.
“Will she be ok?” asked Ron looking expectant towards the nurse checking on Hermione.
“We are not sure” said the nurse reading her clipboard and scribbling something down in the margin.
“…and her ankle it’s just broken, right, will she be able to skate again?” said Ron. The nurse looked at him for the first time since they had entered the room.
“It depends on the bone whether it will heal correctly or not” “with an injury like this 95% of patients that have this kind of injury end up without the ability to even walk” Ron looked at the nurse then said,
“…And the other 5%?” asked Ron.

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