Hermione and Ron watched with gripped attention as Harry's eyes flickered open and close in the bright morning sunshine. The hospital wing was lonely and smelled of odd potions, as this was the time of day when remedies for the ill were brewed. "What happened, what's wrong with me?" asked Harry in a weak, quiet voice.

"The fall was worse than everyone thought, Harry. You cracked a disc in your spine when Cho Chang fell on you. That's why it was so painful." Said Hermione knowingly.

"Madam Pomfrey gave you some potion to help regrow the disc! Geez Harry, you really scared us!" Ron was obviously worried about his best friends state.

"But, it won't take long to grow, will it? I mean, my next match is against Slytherin in two weeks, I can't let the team down!"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, obviously not wanting to say what Harry dreaded.

"Listen Harry," Hermione didn't want to move on to the uncomfortable subject "We have to go to Charms now, we'll visit this afternoon."

"Yeah, right. see ya Harry! We'll miss ya!" Ron was unusually relieved to leave, and Harry was now left pondering about why they were so eager to leave.

"And guys, can you get Wood to-" the door slammed shut and Harry finished his sentence with a sigh "tell me whats going on."

The sights and sounds of the hospital wing teamed with Madam Pomfrey's over protectiveness of her patients made for a dreary day. Over and over in his mind, Harry tried to figure out what the feeling inside his chest was. It was as if something that was rightfully his had been clenched out of his reach, so he had it, but only by his fingernails.

At about one o clock, Ron and Hermione came back to visit him. "Guys, I'm not feeling real well. I'd prefer it if you left." Harry didn't want to sound too enthusiastic to get rid of them, but he felt all muddled inside, he wanted his inside emotions to be sorted out in private. Ron blushed and looked uncomfortable. It was not often that Harry refused the companionship of his friends, and his personality usually dictated that he would put up with them even if he despised their presence. So, naturally, Ron knew something was wrong with Harry. "Harry, we just needed to tell you."

"Please, just leave." Harry interrupted. Without speaking, Hermione responded to Ron's pleading and helpless look, knowing he was hurt. "Fine, Harry, we'll go. We'll see you tomorrow, if you can be bothered talking to us." She sounded annoyed, and she was. How dare Harry punish us for his own feelings, she was thinking. As soon as they got outside the hospital wing, Ron said "Why is he like that, Hermione? I mean, it's like something is seriously wrong! We should've stayed and got it out of him!"

"No," Hermione understood "I think it's something he has to sort out by himself."

"Hi Oliver." Harry spoke drily as Oliver Wood walked into the hospital wing. For the first time ever, Wood looked put out by Harry. "Harry, this is so stupid. Why the hell didn't you pay attention during the bloody match? There's no way we can play the match against Slytherin without a seeker, and there's no other decent bloody seeker in Gryffindor! We're going to have to forfeit!" Harry felt hot rage burn up in him, and suddenly he knew that his clenching feeling was due to Oliver, but he didn't really know what he had done yet. "It wasn't my fault, Wood!" Harry said softly and coldly, "I just tried to get the snitch and missed. We've won so many times, it won't make a difference if Ravenclaw beat us once. It's not. my. fault."

"Im leaving, Harry. Here's a note, from Cho." Wood threw a piece of parchment onto Harry's lap. Harry didn't like the way Wood referred to Cho Chang using just her first name. It sounded like they were good friends or something. Suddenly, Harry felt jealous that Cho would trust Wood with a seemingly personal letter! Was something going on between them? He opened up the letter:

Harry, I'm sorry about the match, I probably should have let you win and then you wouldn't be in the hospital. Sorry! I'm sending this with Ol. Love Cho

Harry saw Oliver's name written by Cho. Ol, it said simply. He knew that that meant they were very friendly. More than friendly, and with a sudden wave of jealousy, he scrunched up the note and fell asleep on his pillows.