Helpful tidbit: +Indian style is sitting cross legged. See I told you I'm American. I didn't even think anything was off about it until I showed this to my friend and she asked me how you sit 'indian style'. So now I am all with the telling, it's cross legged.

¤¤Ron's POV¤¤

It's dark, completely dark, why is it so dark? The last thing I remember was pain, pain coursing through my body and Harry. Harry was holding my hand or whispering or something and then everything went dark and the pain went away.

Maybe I'm dead. Maybe this is heaven... or hell. Oh great, now I'm dead. This is all Malfoy's fault. Malfoy and his death plots of pain and silky hair, soft lips, and sexy eyes. Sexy eyes and soft lips?! Damn it now I'm dead and insane.

"Ron?" That sounds like Harry. Beautiful, heavenly, perfect Harry.

I'm going to miss Harry now that I'm dead. I'm going to miss touching him and holding him and looking into his green eyes that look at me with such love. I hate Malfoy. Now I'm dead and Harry probably has no idea how much I love him, loved him I don't know which is appropriate now.

"Ron, are you awake?" That is Harry. "Ron?" And then there are lips, Harry's lips on mine. Soft lips, precious lips, sacred lips.

I must definitely be in heaven. I move my lips against the ones on mine and they pull away suddenly. I groan and I hear Harry snicker, it would be a giggle if the word sounded manly.

I open my eye a crack and all I see is a blinding light so I scrunch it closed again. It shouldn't be so bright in heaven.

"Harry?" I ask.

"Ron, you're awake," Harry says and now there are strong arms around me almost crushing me.

"Harry, are you dead too?" I ask sadly and he snickers again.

"You're... not... dead..., Ron... and... neither... am... I," Harry says kissing me in between words.

I crack my eyes open again and this time I wait out the insufferable bright light. It subsides and I see the brilliant face of Harry Potter. I smile and he smile back before kissing me again.

He snickers while we're kissing and I stop.

"What is so funny?" I ask looking at his beaming face.

"I was sitting here, thinking about how beautiful you looked when you were sleeping and I started thinking about, um, sleeping beauty, so I kissed you and you woke up." A faint red tints his cheeks and I smile even though I have no idea what he's talking about.

"Who's sleeping beauty?" I ask naively.

"This, um girl, who is put into a deep sleep by an evil witch and she can only wake up when her true love kisses her."

"Oh, it's a hero story, so I should say some thing like 'my hero' and kiss you, right?" I say with a smile and Harry rolls his eyes. I wrap my arms around Harry's neck and kiss him on the lips.

I feel Harry smile against my lips as he returns my kiss. He crawls onto the bed next to me and wraps his arms around my waist pulling me against him. I entwine my hands in his hair.

"Akhm," someone clears their throat from the doorway.

I let go of Harry and look guiltily at Professor Snape, Hermione, and Malfoy. Harry pushes himself up and sits Indian style+ on the bed beside me looking not embarrassed but annoyed.

"I hope the two of you have been," Snape pauses and raises an eyebrow at Harry and myself before continuing, "behaving yourselves."

"Well, it's not like we'd have done anything here that we haven't done everywhere else," Harry says in an entirely non-respectable voice. I feel there is something that I'm missing, that happened between Harry and Snape.

"You'd do well to watch your cheek mister Potter," Snape glares at Harry and now I know that I'm missing something.

Maybe Harry and Snape are having a torrid affair behind my back and this is a lover's quarrel. I snort at the thought and everyone looks at me as if I'd gone insane.

"Is there something funny here mister Weasley?" Snape asks me.

"I just had a really funny thought is all," I say and immediately wonder why I just didn't say no.

"Well," Snape folds his arms in his cloak, walks over to the chair beside my bed, and sits down, "I'm sure we could all use a laugh. Do share it with us."

I should say no, it was nothing, and I'm sorry. I should just let it go but I can't. I have to tell him the ridiculous thoughts that are coursing through my head and I think it's really important that he know them, especially if he asks.

"I just thought that you and Harry are acting especially mean tonight and I was wondering if it was a lovers spat," I begin laughing like a mad man at the look of shocked loathing on Snape's face. "Have you been having a go at my boyfriend, Professor Snape?" I'm starting to get light headed from laughing, at least I hope it's from the laughing.

"Ron," Hermione says stepping forward and lightly touching my arm. I stop laughing and look at her somberly.

"Hmm," Snape says drawing my attention to him instead and I have to stifle my laughter, "he's nearing the end. No control over his thoughts, mind... or mouth apparently."

I want to say something mean and spiteful or just plain dirty about him thinking of my mouth but Harry reaches over and covers my mouth with his hand when I open it. I glare at him and he shakes his head slightly.

"We've come up with a potion we're sure will work, Ron," Hermione says cheerily taking out a vile of dark red liquid that resembles blood.

"I'm not sure it's going to work," Malfoy speaks up suddenly.

"Right well," Hermione says casting a sideways glance to him, "Malfoy doesn't think that this will work but we're optimistic..."

"I'M NOT OPTIMISTIC!" Malfoy screams at her with wide horrified eyes.

"Oh honestly, Malfoy, we all know you want Ron to die but you could pretend that you don't for three seconds." Hermione scolds him.

"Malfoy wants me to die," I ask stupidly looking around the room at everyone assembled there.

Harry looks at me like I've gone crazy. I'm not crazy, why would Malfoy kiss me in the hall, however long ago it was, if he wanted me to die?

I open my mouth to say this but Hermione shoves the vile roughly into my hands.

"Drink it, Ron." She instructs me.

I look at the vile in my hands and shudder involuntarily.

"It's not really blood is it?" I ask jokingly and Hermione and Malfoy share a look. The kind of look that says they know something you don't. "It is blood isn't it. Someone horrible's blood, huh? It's not Trelawny's is it? It is isn't it? Sick, I'm not drinking her blood." I begin to ramble and hold it back out to her.

"It's not Trelawny's blood Ron, it's just a dark red color. Stop whining and drink it," Hermione chastises me pushing my hand back.

I look at her skeptically and take the top off of the vile, a wispy silver smoke rises off of the top. I raise the vile to my lips but suddenly Hermione cries out and lunges for me causing me to almost drop it.

"Wait!" Hermione screams.

"Jeez, Hermione, what's your problem? You nearly gave me a heart attack," Harry says to her with a hand over his chest.

"I think that Malfoy should wait outside," Hermione says placing her hand over my hand that's holding the vile.

"I think that since Mr. Malfoy worked so diligently on the potion that he would want to see the outcome. If it does indeed work then Mr. Weasley can thank him straight away," Snape says coolly.

"Straight," I laugh before Harry puts his hand over my mouth again.

"Um, Professor," Malfoy says looking from Hermione to Snape, "I wanted to know what I missed in class. Perhaps you could show me it... now."

Snape looks abhorred at this suggestion. "Certainly you want to be here in case Mr. Weasley miraculously recovers. I can show you and Ms. Granger the work you missed tomorrow..."

"I'd like to see it now," Malfoy butts in.

Snape looks aghast at his favorite student for suggesting that they leave before the potion is tested but relents. Snape curtly nods his accent and breezes up from the chair and out of the door.

Malfoy makes it to the door but turns back to look at Hermione who smiles and nods at him.

"I'll give you two minutes," she tells him, "then grit your teeth and hold on."

He nods and leaves the room. Harry and I look at each other and then Hermione but she is counting down time on her watch.

"Oi Hermione," Harry says calmly.

"Mmm," she says without looking up.

"What was all that about?" Harry asks her.

She doesn't say anything, she just holds a finger to stop us from asking anymore questions.

"What the hell is she doing?" I ask Harry, as if he has any clue, but he just shrugs.

"Alright, drink it now, Ron," Hermione says suddenly letting go of my hand with the potion in it.

I look from Hermione to Harry and then down at the vile. It's still dark red and gross looking but now is go time, I have to drink it, consequences be damned.

I look over at Harry and his deep green eyes are mirrored pools of fear and anticipation. I raise my free hand and place it on the side of his face before kissing him lightly on the lips.

"I love you," I whisper against his lips before turning and swallowing the vile in one gulp.

Everything since the Hecate's inferno incident has been warm or burning hot but this potion is cold, ice cold. It freezes my throat and makes me choke. I clutch desperately at my throat and Harry reaches out to me.

"Oh, god, Hermione, he's so cold," I hear Harry scream from far away.

"Just give it a moment, Harry," I vaguely hear Hermione call out, "this is what's supposed to happen, he'll be alright."

The cold is flooding through my veins, freezing my skin and everything inside my body. It's too cold, I'm going to die, I'm going to freeze to death.

I fall back on the bed and I see Harry and Hermione staring down at me but they're moving away. No, I'm moving away, backwards, away from them.

PAIN! Lots of pain, ripping through my body. Darkness, cold damp ground, and pain.

Sounds, like muffled speech and footsteps. Someone is saying something to me. Is it Hermione or Harry? To dark to tell. My eyes, my eyes are closed, if I open my eyes I'll know if it's Harry or Hermione.

I open my eyes and see Snape hovering over me. There are others too, Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, Bulstrode, and other Slytherins that I don't know. Why are all of these people here? Why do the Slytherins give a shit about what happens to me? Why is Bulstrode stroking my hair? What is going on?

"Draco?" Bulstrode whimpers softly. "Are you okay?"

Draco? Did she just call me Draco? What the hell is going on here? Move, I need to get away from here and back to Harry and Hermione.

I flail about until I eventually get away from Bulstrode and fall onto Zabini. Pain, too much pain, I can't move anymore. Light hurts, must close eyes. Pain hurts, too much pain, ow, ow, ow.

Hmm, the pain is subsiding. Someone is touching my hair again. I open my eyes and see Zabini looking almost lovingly at me before he begins to move away. No, I'm moving away again.

Shut my eyes, I need to shut my eyes. Darkness, it's all dark again. I don't want to open my eyes, I don't want to see who's there next.

"Hermione do something," Harry, that's Harry. I know it.

I open my eyes and throw myself at Harry wrapping my arms around him.

"I think he's okay now, Harry," Hermione that was definitely Hermione.

"Ron?" Harry asks while cautiously stroking my hair, "Are you okay?"

I wonder why he's asking until I realize that I'm crying. My head is buried in his chest and I'm sobbing but I can't stop.

"Hermione, what's going on?" Harry sounds angry and helpless.

"It's just an after effect, Harry, it will wear off. It was a big potion, advanced magic, it will take his body awhile to readjust." Hermione says and I feel her hand on my back. "You're going to be okay, Ron, just don't fight it."

"Fight what?!" Harry screams at her and pulls me closer to him and away from her with one arm wrapped protectively around my back, "what's he got to fight!"

"Harry, calm down," Hermione pleads with him.

I think I've stopped crying. I know I've stopped sobbing but have I stopped actually letting tears flow from my eyes? I just want to curl up against Harry and fall asleep, I want to stay with him forever, I never want to be wherever I was again.

I pull back from Harry enough to see if I can actually hold myself up, I can, and I wipe my eyes with a shaky hand.

"Are you okay, Ron?" Hermione asks me desperately.

I look around myself and see that I'm sitting on the floor. Sitting is a bit of an over statement, the way my bum is throbbing it feels like I actually fell off of the bed. I look over at Harry who looks at me sadly. He reaches over to me hesitantly and stops before he touches me and looks in my eyes as if asking for my permission. I look, wide eyed, from his hand to him.

"Can I," he swallows loudly, "touch you?"

I nod, "why are you asking," I ask and he pulls me into a rough hug.

"He seems to be alright now," Hermione says to him. "I need to go check on something else really quick."

"Hermione," Harry says angrily while releasing me from my hug and I sit back, "don't you even want to see if your potion worked?"

"I think it did and that's what I'm going to go and find out right now, I'll be right back," Hermione says before pecking me on the forehead, getting up off of the floor, and running out the door.