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AN: Same as with the last chapter, please tell me what you think.If you don't like it, please tell me why or elseI wont be able to do anything about it.

Chapter Two

Falling for a Girl

Hermione watched as Ron began to stir. She had been extremely worried when she had received Mrs Weasly's owl saying that Ron was sick but she felt a little better when she discovered it was only a cold. She still worried though; he looked so pale and lifeless as opposed to the usual loud, big mouthed, joker Ron that she went to school with.

A few hours earlier he had woken while Hermione was applying a cold cloth to his forehead to try and cool him down as his skin felt like it was on fire. They had spoke for a little while but Hermione could tell that he was still tired and groggy so decided to let him rest for a few more hours.

After eating her lunch she had excused herself and came into the spare bedroom to check on Ron and she had now been sitting reading one of their new schoolbooks for two and a half hours.

"Mione," Ron gasped in despair.

"Yes Ron?" she asked anxiously, coming to stand by his side.

"Do you have any water?" he rasped as his throat chafed painfully.

"Sure, is there anything else you want?" she asked kindly.

Ron just shook his head.

"Okay, I'll be right back," Ron could hear her footsteps get further and further away and immediately wished that she was still by his side.

A few minutes later Hermione returned with a glass of water in hand. She helped Ron sit up and handed him the water. He sipped at the freezing, cold liquid for a few more minutes unaware that Hermione was staring at him. When he had enough to drink he placed the glass on the bedside table and lay back down.

"Thanks Mione," he mumbled feeling better than before.

"You're welcome," she whispered back as he began to drift off again and she ran a hand through his startlingly red hair soothingly.

Ron opened his eyes and noticed that his nose wasn't blocked anymore and instead of feeling like it weighed a ton, his head was as light as air. He lifted his head and looked around him noticing that he was lying in a meadow and someone was running towards him.

Getting up quickly he searched for his wand but couldn't find it. Looking up at the figure running towards him he noticed that it was getting closer and he could almost make it out. Long brown hair bounced off of her back and she had a large smile on her face but that's all he could tell until he got closer to her.

Curiosity got the better of him and he began to run toward them. His feet pounded off of the ground and his heart hammered inside his chest with every step as if inside he knew whom he was running to.

Just as he was getting near enough to notice that they were wearing a long, floaty peasant skirt he felt something collide with his foot and he tumbled headfirst into the dirt. Coughing and spluttering he pulled himself upward and wiped the dirt out of his eyes. He opened them again and saw carpet, a navy carpet to be exact.

"Oh my God, Ron!" Came Hermione's concerned voice. "Are you ok?"

"What?" he pushed against the ground and lifted his head squinting in the bright summer light beaming in the window. "Yeah."

"Are you sure?" she asked as she helped him to his feet. "That was quite a fall."

"Yeah, I'm fine," he tried to reassure her. "In fact I feel a little better. My nose isn't blocked and I don't feel as sore and heavy."

"Well that's good," she said as he sat on the bed and she sat back down in the armchair at the other end of the room. "Hang on a second, I'll be right back."

Ron nodded and watched Hermione scurry out of the room and reappear a few minutes later with a tray.

"Here," she put the tray on his lap. "You should eat something."

Ron looked down at the tray there was a bowl of dry cereal and a glass full of a strange, orange liquid.

"What's this?" Ron asked pointing to the glass.

"Oh, it's lucozade it's an energy drink, a lot of athletes drink it but it's also good for when you're sick, cause like I said, it's an energy drink. Try it," Hermione urged.

Ron took a sip of the orange liquid and looked unsure for a minute before smiling and taking another drink. He then began picking at the cereal, which he found to be chocolate flavoured.

"Ron?" Hermione started.

"Yeah?" he asked through a mouthful of cereal.

"Do you wanna watch a film?" she asked. "It's what I usually do when I'm sick."

"What's a film?" he asked.

"Right, well it's kind of like a photograph except it tells a story," she tried to explain.

"Um, okay," he said unsure of how else to answer.

"I'll go get a video," she said hurrying out of the room.

"Video?" he asked himself quietly before shrugging and throwing some more cereal into his mouth.

Hermione came back into the room holding a strange looking book in her hands triumphantly. She then opened it, pulled out a black box and slotted it into another, bigger, stranger black box with buttons on it. Ron looked on in interest as she fiddled around with the television and VCR until there on the screen was a moving owl.

The owl swooped down into the night sky and words appeared on the screen.

"Labyrinth?" He read aloud with a puzzled look on his face, seeing the look Hermione tried to explain.

"It's the name of the story," she smiled. "It's like listening to a story with moving pictures narrating it."

"Oh right," he smiled and offered her some cereal as she sat down next him on the bed.

"No thanks," she said waving a hand in the air.

"So what's this story about?" Ron asked as a song began to play, something about forever not being a long time, truth hurting like hell and finding someone who can't lie in the underground.

"It's about this girl who has to go through a labyrinth," Hermione looked at Ron's confused face. "A maze."

"Oh right," Ron replied nodding to show he understood.

"Well, she's going through this maze to get her brother back because he was stolen by the goblin king. It's a great film, I always watch it when I'm sick and it makes me feel better."

"The goblin king?" Ron looked even more confused. "I didn't know goblins could act?"