A/N: Sorry it's such a short chapter.

When Harry arrived at the hospital, Luna was already waiting there for him.

"Good evening Harry," Luna greeted.

"Evening. Thank you again for doing this."

"It's not a problem."

"I think his room is around the corner," he said leading the way. As soon as they turned the corner, they saw Dudley's wife sitting just outside Vernon's room. She was holding her baby and singing to him softly. She looked up at Harry and Luna.

"Harry." she said.

"Hello Olivia," said Harry. "This is my friend Luna Lovegood. She's going to help Uncle Vernon."

"Hi Luna. It's a pleasure," she said extending her hand. Luna just smiled and nodded.

"Dudley and his mum are in the room with Vernon."

"Well I guess we had better get this over with. Excuse us Olivia."

Harry opened the door and saw Dudley and Petunia sitting next to Vernon's bed talking to him. The three looked up at Harry and his friend. Vernon spoke.

"Potter? What the hell are you doing here?" Who is she?" he asked, gesturing towards Luna.

"Well-"

"I suppose you're here to make sure I"m really going to die."

"Actually, I brought my friend Luna here to help fix that block of ice you call a heart. She's a healer."

"That so?" Vernon replied red faced.

"Vernon, calm down," Petunia tried.

"Well I don't need your help or the help of any of your freak friends." Harry heard Dudley cough.

"Well forgive me for trying to save your life. I guess it was a mistake coming here. I'm sorry I wasted your time. Come on Luna." They turned to leave the room.

"Vernon!" Petunia sobbed.

"Potter." Harry heard his uncle say, but he ignored it. "Harry," he then said in a softer tone. Harry turned to face his uncle.

"So if I allow her to, she could completely heal me. I'd have no more heart problems."

Harry sighed. "Yes, you'd be cured."

"Physically," Luna added. "If you keep on going on the way you were a moment ago, and don't take care of yourself, I'd say it should only be a matter of time before you're back in here. And I'm afraid we won't be able to help you then."

"This isn't some kind of trick is it? To kill me faster?"

"No." Harry replied.

His uncle took a deep breath and looked at his wife and son.

"Alright then. I suppose it's worth a try."

"Good," said Harry. "I'll just leave you all alone. Luna's got a couple of things to go over with you first." Harry walked out of the room and joined Olivia. He looked at the baby in her arms.

"So this is Bradley?"

"Yes. My pride and joy."

"Well, he's definitely Dudley's son." Harry commented. Bradley greatly resembled Dudley, being round and pink Olivia just laughed.

"I told him," she blurted out a moment later.

"How did he react?"

"He was angry at first, because I'd kept it from him. But he's slowly coming around." The conversation was interrupted when Dudley cleared his throat.

"Harry, may I speak to you alone?" Harry rose to follow his cousin.

"Thank you Harry," Dudley said once they'd walked around the corner.

"Don't mention it."

"It's okay really." Harry said as he was about to walk away.

"What am I supposed to do about Olivia and Brad?"

"Well you certainly can't treat them the way you treated me." He said half-jokingly.

"I was a bit of a shit to you wasn't I?"

"Just a little bit." the men laughed.

"I just want you to know that I respect you. And I want to apologize for how I acted. I was just a jealous brat."

"Don't worry about it. I'm over it." He shook his cousin's hand.

"Good luck with you family Dudley." He smiled and walked back toward the hospital room, just as Luna was leaving.

"Well I think we're finished." Luna announced. "I just performed a basic healing spell and I advised him to take two potions for a week, but they'll only work if they're brewed fresh daily."

"That's okay. I'm quite good a potion-making." Olivia mentioned.

"Great. He should be back to his old self in no time."

"Thank you Luna," said Harry. "But I"m not sure if that's a good thing."

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"And then she finally had to admit that the baby wasn't Roger's, but really Oliver Wood's. Apparently they got together while she was visiting her parents in Scotland and he was on break from the team."

Ron was not having a good time. Lavender had spent the past half hour gossiping about former classmates. She was currently telling him the latest news about Cho Chang. Ron couldn't help but think that Lavender was extremely well informed for a woman who'd been out of the country for so many years.

"So do you think Harry and your sister will get married?" Ron shrugged.

"It would be so sweet if they did. Your best friend and your sister. Then you two would be like brothers."

"I suppose." Ron waved a waiter over to the table.

"Yes sir."

"Can I get a shot of firewhiskey please?" He glanced at Lavender who was looking at her reflection in a mirror. "Make that a double."

"Of course sir." As the waiter walked away, Ron downed a glass of wine and quickly poured himself another.

"So what do you think about Hermione and Draco?" Lavender asked.

"What about them?"

"I mean, the fact that they're together. I still find that one hard to believe."

"You and me both."

Lavender laughed. "It almost unfathomable. All that time Malfoy spent insulting her back at school. I'm surprised she forgave him. What do you think happened?"

She was obviously fishing for information that she could pass on to the next person.

"I don't know," said Ron. The waiter brought back Ron's firewhiskey. He'd finished it off before the waiter was able to turn away. "Another." Ron said. The waiter nodded and left.

"I wonder what she did to get him. I'm actually quite shocked that he would go for someone like her."

"What do you mean, 'like her'?"

"You know. I mean, she's so serious all the time. I figured she'd be sort of a prude."

"Hermione isn't a prude. She's...she's great. And Malfoy's lucky to have her."

"Oh yes, how could I forget? You did have a thing for her, didn't you? While we were dating back at school she was always in the way. I couldn't compete with her back then." She reached across the table and grabbed Ron's hand.

"But I'm sure she won't be an issue for us now." she looked at him hopefully.

Lavender was being awfully presumptuous. Ron decided that he needed to set her straight.

"Lavender," he said grabbing her other hand. "You're right. You don't have to worry about Hermione being an issue for us." she smiled.

"Because there is no 'us'. And there isn't going to be an 'us'. Not again. Ever. Hermione Granger is ten times the woman you will ever be. All you do is spread rumors and cause trouble. Its no wonder you're still alone." He let go of her hands and got up from the table.

"Do me a favor and stay away from me." He drank down the shot of firewhiskey the waiter had left, then got up from the table.

He walked away quickly. He didn't want to see her cry. He felt like enough of an arsehole already. He didn't even leave any money for his food. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to face Lavender again. But he did know one thing: He was going to go to Hermione and tell her how he felt. Draco or no Draco.

Ron apparated over to Hermione's flat. He didn't even bother knocking on the door. What he had to say was important. He rushed into the living room to find the shock of his life: Draco in the middle of a passionate kiss with another man.