Summary: Hermione always dreamed of being a Healer, and now that's she's begun her career, she refuses to let a silly thing like love get in her way. What happens when Ron, wounded in battle, is admitted to St. Mungo's? And, when an inside informant threatens the lives of both her and her friends, will she finally get her priorities in order? Chapter Twenty, guys, it's the end! Now, a big, super-awesome, enthusiatic thanks to every single person who reviewed my story! I love you all, and it's been a good run.
Summer post OoTP. Recovery after DoM tragedy. This time it's different, however. It's not Harry who's having nightmares. It's not Harry who gets hurt. It's not Harry who learns it all the hard way.
an outtake: >"Guess it’s time to admit it, Ron,” she whispered, knowing well, that he couldn’t hear her, “I did misjudged you. I did... And I don’t think I know you as well as I thought I did,” she closed her eyes, one last time touching his scarred arm, “And you’re not of the emotional range of a teaspoon, Ron. You’re much more... You’re so much more...”PEOPLE! I'LL POST NEXT CHAPTER ON SUNDAY!! PROMISE!
Summary: Some people don't discover the truth until it's too late. For these two, the just caught it.
Summary: One-shot. While reading OotP, I noticed that only Ron and Hermione were still staying in the infirmary when Harry visited them; Neville's nose and Ginny's ankle had been mended, and Luna was back to normal, whatever normal means for her. So, from this knowledge, this fic emerged. It's my version of what could have happened that night after Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Luna had gone.