At first, it wasn't that troubling. They thought it was just a stomach bug making itself known. The second day was a little more worrying; Harry was throwing up more often. The third day, Harry might as well change addresses- he was in the bathroom that much.
It was now the morning of the fourth day, Hermione was already up (her mind worrying over how sick Harry's been) and decided to finally go up there when Seamus, Dean, and Neville all left the dorms and went to breakfast. Honestly, sometimes she felt like she was babysitting those boys. Always having to make sure they're awake on time for class.
"Hello boys" she said as she walked through the doorway. Both Ran and Harry were still in bed. Ron was sprawled out on his bed in a starfish shape, Harry was curled up in a ball on one side of the bed. Both looked dead to the world.
"Guys," she tried. They didn't stir. For a second she thought back to when their dorm mates left to go to the Great Hall; they must have had as much trouble that Hermione was. The question floating around in her head now is how to get these two to wake up.
Ah!
"Oh I sure hope you two wake up soon!" Hermione started, raising her voice a little louder. "I would hate it if you slept through the wonderful and amazing breakfast the house elves prepared."
It took no more than a second to have Ron show signs of being alive. Namely, sniffing the air in hopes of finding the food Hermione mentioned. It didn't work, to point out the obvious, so instead he lifted his head to see where it was.
"Well good morning Ronald, nice to see you're alive."
He groaned and flopped back onto his pillow.
Hermione rolled her eyes and moved to lug Ron out of bed. "Come on Ron, up you get! Don't you want food?"
"Ugh! Food yes, class no"
"Well, how about you get up and dressed for breakfast and then you could complain about class?"
"...Ok. Yeah, I'll do that. I want food."
Hermione sighed, of course the way to get Ron to get out of bed was to promise food. Now all she had to do was to get Harry up.
She looked over at him. All curled up in a ball under the warm blankets. Hermione hummed in concentration. Maybe she could just shake him awake (unlike Ronald).
And so she walked the short distance between Ron and Harry's bed and gently shook the blanket covered shoulder. Nothing happened. Of course.
"Ron, could you help wake Harry up?" She asked.
"He still not up yet?" He asked while walking up next to the bed. Without so much as a warning, Ron yanked the blanket off of his best friend and was pulling him off his bed. Hermione hadn't even responded to his question when he started to do this, so she was a little surprised. Nonetheless it worked. Just… Not exactly how they hoped.
When Ron dragged Harry off the bed, Harry began to make a noise of protest. A second later he had a hand over his mouth and was running to the bathroom. Ron and Hermione winced in sympathy. They both knew what was going to happen. And not a moment later they heard the expected sound from the bathroom.
They looked at eachother before silently walking to the bathroom. "Harry," Hermione knocked on the door. "Are you ok?"
"Ugh" was the response they got.
"Can we come in?"
A weak "yeah" was heard from in the bathroom.
"They slowly opened the door and saw Harry sitting on the floor, his head staying close to the toilet. He looked absolutely exhausted.
"How're you feeling mate?" Ron asked, getting a small disposable cup and filling it with water for Harry.
"How do you think? I'm tired and I'm puking once every two or so hours" Harry said, accepting the cup of water Ron offered.
"Maybe you should go and check with Madam Pomfrey."
He thought for a moment. "Yeah, maybe I should."
Hermione nodded and spoke again, "get dressed and then we'll walk down to the hospital wing. Okay?"
Harry thankfully nodded.