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Hey everyone! I've gotten a request from one of my reviewers for an update so although I'm still struggling to figure out how to end the story, here's a chapter. I'm sorry it's so short but it's all I can manage right now. Enjoy!

Harry didn't want to wake Hermione from her peaceful slumber but Ron insisted.

"Come on, Harry. It's time to switch and then Hermione can go back to sleep."

Against his better judgement, Harry shook Hermione's shoulder gently.

"Hermione?" he whispered. Hermione's brow wrinkled as she was unpleasantly woken.

"Go away, Harry." Hermione muttered and Harry turned and gave Ron a pointed look.

"I know you're tired, Hermione, but it's time to switch. Then you can go back to sleep." Harry said and Hermione opened her eyes. She sat up slowly, adjusting to the light.

"Okay, I'm ready." she said after a moment.

"Are you ready, Ron?" Harry asked and his friend nodded almost excitedly.

"Alright then. Here we go."

Harry pulled out his wand and said the incantation. He watched as Hermione and Ron went through the painful switch and then jumped up to support Ron, who bent over and clutched his stomach in pain.

"Well this isn't so bad." Ron said after a moment. "Loads better than last time."

"Mhmm." Harry murmured. "Come on."

Ron let Harry lead him to his bed. He lay down and stretched out.

"I shouldn't have done that." Ron realized after a few seconds had passed. Harry saw 'The Look' come over Ron.

"Accio basin." Harry commanded and he handed the basin to Ron before walking over to Hermione, who was still in her bed.

"How do you feel?" Harry asked, picking up the basin of water and cloth.

"I'm okay." Hermione said with a yawn.

"You should get some sleep." Harry told her trying to balance the basin and the glass that had been sitting on the floor. Hermione nodded.

"I will, but first I want some water."

Hermione threw back her covers but Harry shook his head.

"Stay there. I'll bring you some."

Hermione pulled the covers around her feet again and smiled.

"Thanks, Harry."

"Don't mention it."

Harry took his load into the kitchen; he wrung out the cloth and hung it out to dry and then got Hermione a glass of water.

"There you go. I'm going to check on Ron. Call if you need me for anything."

Hermione nodded as she slowly drank the water. Harry went to Ron.

"How are you doing?" Harry asked with his arms folded.

"I'm okay." Ron said with as much strength as he could muster.

"Cut the lies, Ron. How are you feeling?" Harry saw right through Ron's ruse. Ron sighed and lowered his voice.

"I feel lousy but I'm just glad it's me who's sick again. I can't stand watching you or Hermione be so sick for me."

Harry didn't say anything and Ron thought he might be angry. But Harry wasn't angry, rather just the opposite. He hadn't felt this close to his friends in a long, long time and although he wished it wasn't because of this, it felt good.

"Get some sleep, Ron." Harry said.

"You too, mate. You look whipped."

Harry nodded and after watching Ron's eyes close, he turned to his own bunk.

"Reducto." Harry said, pointing at the fire. The light in the tent dimmed and he crawled under his blankets and fell asleep instantly.

Quiz time! Just to see if you're paying attention, what digestive system do Ron, Harry and Hermione each have?