A/N – (I do not own Harry Potter or the characters in anyway. All credit goes to J. K. Rowling and her brilliant mind.)

That's What Friends Are For.

Narrator's P.O.V. (Third Person)

It was 2 am, and Ron had woken up with an uneasy stomach.

Careful not to disturb the other boys in his dormitory, he got out of bed, slipping his tartan slippers on, and finally throwing his matching tartan night gown over his body.

Even in slippers, the shuffling of his feet seemed ridiculously loud to Ron's ears.

The door creaked loudly, almost in protest against the unneeded movement this late at night. He muttered something along the lines of "Stupid door," slipping out of the door and to the top of the spiral stair case that would lead him down to the Gryffindor common room.

Ron plodded down each stair, his hand rested on his stomach as his lips twisted in pain. He was trying hard not to throw up, and the portraits that were either shouting at him for waking them up, or staring at him as he went, didn't make him feel any better.

With one final stair, his foot hit the red carpet that covered the common room floor. The lion was standing proudly in the middle.

The fire, although lit some hours ago, was still burning, but you could see that it didn't have much time left.

A huge sigh left Ron's chest as he dragged himself to the armchair in front of the fire, only to find it had been occupied by Crookshanks.

"Damn cat," He muttered under his breath.

Throwing the cat off the chair, he flung himself down, placing his elbow on the arm rest and resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

"Ron?"

A shadowed figure with Hermione's voice stood next to him, startling him slightly.

"Bloody hell, Hermione," he breathed. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"Sorry," she replied, her forehead creasing slightly as she took the opposite seat. "I couldn't sleep."

She smiled at him, picking up Crookshanks and placing him on her lap.

"What's up?" She looked generally concerned.

"Stomach ache."

"Ahh," she breathed. "Well then, I have the perfect solution."

Hermione pulled out a small jar from the bag she was carrying, handing in to Ron.

"It was my antidote potion to stomach cramps for potions, but I guess you can have it."

She thrust the small bottle into Ron's hand before he could decline her offer.

"But Snape will kill you."

She chuckled lightly, a light shining in her eyes. "I've gone through worse, 2 weeks detention won't change anything."

Hermione went to get up, but Ron grabbed her hand before she could walk off.

"Thank you, Hermione."

"That's what friends are for."

She gave him another small child before disappearing up the stairs, Ron, though still queasy, looked adoringly on.

A/N – A very short snippet of a Romione moment. I don't know what you will think of it, but if was used for a contest, the beginning line the line we were given to start with.

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P.S. I might add more snippets later on.