I'm always horrible at fanfiction. I always tend to make new stories while other stories are in progress, and I'm very sorry for that.

But I swear I will finish all in a nice amount of time... I swear! :)

And again, I apologize for any mess ups. I'm listening to Taylor Swift. Can't go wrong with her. 3

Anyways this is in the beginning of HBP. And it's pretty much just a fun little thing. Ron and Hermione of course. Ron get's sick, and.. you'll see.

Disclaimer: Again, I own Rupert. We're married.

Harry slowly entered Defense Against Dark Arts class, his eyes glancing around looking for his bushy haired friend, finally his eyes stopped on Hermione and he quickly took the seat beside her at the table. Usually he sat with Ron behind her, and Luna sat next to Hermione, but Ron had stayed in the dormitory, and he didn't want to sit by himself, plus Luna had found herself sitting beside Neville.

"Where's Ron?" Hermione whispered quickly as Snape had turned around to grab something from his desk, her eyes never leaving the back of Snape's head, if he heard her, she alteast wanted her attention to look like it was all on him. But she was really wondering where Ron could possibly be.

Harry knew he should stay quiet, he was already a few minutes late, and Snape already wanted him dead. But he knew he couldn't ignore Hermione. And he couldn't write a note, it'd be even more noticeable, he was about to open his mouth before Snape began to talk.

"Late, Are we Potter?" He asked, his voice drowning with an annoying monotone voice. He didn't let Harry even think before he continued, "Five points from Gryffindor." Harry was about to argue before Hermione shot him a look, knowing that he should just shut up before he lost more. "And where is Weasley? Skipping is he? Twenty points from-"

"He's sick, sir." Harry replied quickly, ignoring the snickers from Draco across the room. He knew it probably seemed as if he was making up a lie, but he actually really was sick. He warned Ron that there would be consequences but he just moaned and rolled onto his other side, away from Harry.

"Sick?" Snape turned back around, shaking his head. "Another five points from Gryffindor. Turn to page 457." And with that, they both knew the conversation was over.

All through the talk, Harry could tell that Hermione was feeling uneasy. "Sick? What do you mean? With what? What is he sick with?" She asked quickly, her motherly instinct kicking in. She always hated when people were sick. And now it was her best friend that was sick, that just upset her. She felt the need to get out of the class right then and go take care of him. But she knew she'd at least have to wait until the class was over, which was another forty minutes.

"I don't know, he wouldn't really speak. He was just telling me to leave and not worry. Don't worry, he'll be fine. I'm sure of it." He gave a geniuine smile before turning forward again.

But that didn't say anything for Hermione. She was still worried and luckily she had a free period next. She could find out what was going on. It was weird for her, she was always worried when people were sick. But for some reason she felt extremely worried. She tried shaking it off and writing down all the notes that Snape was saying, but her thoughts kept drifting.

Just get through this class and you'll see that he is obviously fine... Obviously. Relax.

I know, horrible to end. But I need to get to bed but I want to see if people will read this.

Okay okay. Review, please. BYE.