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Chapter 2: The CureThe trip to the hospital wing was very long and very painful, for Harry had to drag Ron, who was having second thoughts. Harry never realized Ron could be so heavy.
"Ron, you could help me by walking, you know," Harry complained as he walked faster, dragging Ron by his arm.
"Ow—Harry, slow down—ow!" Ron said, writhing in pain.
"If I don't go faster, someone might see us! You wouldn't want that, would you?" Harry countered.
Dark thoughts filled Ron's mind as he imagined Malfoy knowing about his predicament. Ron could almost hear Malfoy's sneering voice in his head. And he could almost see Malfoy smirking all over his pale pointed face.
Or worse. His twin brothers. How could he forget his twin brothers! I'll never hear the end of it…! He could almost hear Fred and George. Oooh! Ickle Ronniekins lost his manhood! As if he had one to begin with! They would never let him live it down.
And how about Hermione? Hermione was a girl, for crying out loud! And not just any girl. For a moment, a goofy smile formed on Ron's lips. Shivers went up his spine.
"RON!!! We'd never get there if you keep stopping!!!" Harry was getting impatient.
Ron tried his best to walk faster and to ignore the pain.
And suddenly, they were there. The hospital wing. For a moment, Harry felt that he was the one who was sick, not Ron.
"Harry—ow—I can't tell her. You do it," Ron said, still clutching his now swollen injury. He felt as if he was in front of a firing squad.
Harry nodded understandingly, and went to talk to Madame Pomfrey. After a few minutes of agony on Ron's part, Madame Pomfrey beckoned Ron to come inside.
Ron tried to walk, but the pain just wouldn't let him. " Erm, Harry, could you, um, help me? " Ron said in an embarrassed squeak.
Harry tried to muffle his laughter as he helped Ron.
"Okay, young man. Let me see that," she said in an authoritative voice when Harry had finally dragged Ron inside the hospital wing.
This was it. The moment he had been dreading.
"Do I really have to? Can't you just give me the potion or something?" Ron pleaded.
"I need to see the injury so I would know what medicine you would take. Healing bitten male organs is a tricky business, you know!" Madam Pomfrey said, a frown on her lips.
Ron swallowed a big gulp. He knew that protesting would get him nowhere. It was better to get over with it. He hesitantly started to unzip.
"Faster, Weasley! I don't have all day, and certainly I've got much better things to do than stare at your private area, if that's what you think!"
It took all of Harry's strength not to laugh. Ron owes me one, so now, he has to help me with her! Harry suddenly realized. He also realized all the things he could let Ron do, with a little blackmail. Now it was Harry's turn to smile goofily for a moment.
Ron gulped in defeat. He finally accepted that he lost and showed her. He felt himself turning beet red.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, yes? I'll give you—hmm, let's see—", she went through assortments of bottles, and finally found what she was looking for. "Ah, here it is. Now, you need to rub this on your injury thrice a day. In about four weeks, it'll go back to normal. But, I have to warn you that this will be a very painful healing process. To get away from the pain, you need to sleep. But if someone wakes you up, you won't be able to sleep again until the next day. Understand?"
Ron could only nod. How could things get more painful as they were? And does that mean he'd sleep through four weeks? A whole month? Surely, his friends would want to know where he was and why he was there. He had to make sure that nobody else would find out!
"Where should he stay?" Harry asked, seeing Ron's stunned expression.
"It's quiet enough in here, so no one would be able to disturb you. As for your inability to attend classes, I will speak to your head of house," she answered.
"NO! Don't tell Mc—Professor McGonagall! Please! " Ron begged. If he could kneel down, he would. Except that it would hurt.
"Please, Madame Pomfrey. Tell them anything, anything except what really happened, " Harry said. He knew it would kill Ron if anyone found out.
"Yes, please, Madame Pomfrey, please save me from further embarrassment," Ron whispered in a small voice, trying to look as pathetic as he could.
Madame Pomfrey sighed. "Okay. I understand."
Ron felt relieved, and he knew he was forever in debt to her. On Christmas, she's sure to receive a parcel from me, Ron thought.
Harry smiled weakly at Ron. At least nobody would find out. That was a consolation. Madame Pomfrey was pretty cool for someone her age.
Madame Pomfrey was preparing Ron's bed when all three of them heard footsteps inside the hospital wing. Ron turned to look in alarm.
" Madame Pomfrey! I got what you asked for! It was hard to find, but—What are you two doing here?" Hermione said in surprise. In her hand was a small vial filled with blue liquid.
Ron couldn't imagine how things could get worse.
THIS ISN'T AS FUNNY AS MY 1ST ONE. IM SORRY. PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS ON HOW TO IMPROVE MY CHAP 2. PLEASE REVIEW! FLAMES ARE WELCOME! THANKS! J