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*

Hermione awoke to find a face with soft-blue eyes and a honey coloured complexion, hovering above her

"Rose, where am I?" Hermione asked.

Rose smiled, "Your at home, in your bed!"

"Oh, what happened?" She asked.

"Apparently you performed a miracle, the spells surrounding the bunker should have been too powerful for you to break through, according to Sirius, it should have been impossible for you to transport the runes."

"Oh."

"Oh, is that all you can say?" Rose asked incredulous.

"Sorry I feel a bit disorientated." Hermione said.

"You would do, you've slept for four days, and we were surprised it was so long, a draining on your magic shouldn't have so much effect. It all adds to the mystery."

"Four days?"

"Yes, and Ron is really worried, pacing back and forwards all day, he really cares for you," Rose said teasingly.

"Oh Rosie!" Hermione protested using her nickname, "Your starting to sound like Ginny."

Rose laughed. "And you my friend, have a serious case of denial."

Hermione almost said, I know but stopped herself and said, "Don't be silly Rosie, Ron was one of my best friends at Hogwarts and still is I suppose."

"Yeah right! You need more rest, try and sleep, I'll come back later."

*

It was not however Rose's petite frame sitting in the chair next to her bed when she next awoke: but the tall one of Ron.

"Your awake then," He said brightly, grinning.

Hermione coloured remembering what Rose had said.

"How did we get back?" She asked.

"Sirius made a portkey. You scared me, fainting like that."

"Oh."

"You should have said the spell was so difficult." He said.

"But it didn't feel any different, it's hard for me to believe it was. I'm not so sure that it was the spell I performed that caused my little fainting fit, more like something else. If you remember it didn't affect me till we were about to aparate."

"Delayed reaction and anyway, your 'little fainting fit' was not just a 'little fainting fit', your temperature rocketed and, you went really pale, your breathing slowed to well below the normal rate."

Hermione gasped.

"We were so worried, your lucky to survive, and what's more is that these are all symptoms of magical draining, proving that it was the spell that made you ill." Ron continued, a determined sort of look on his face.

"I know all logic indicates that I drained myself with the spell but I just have this feeling that something else was amiss.

Ron's expression softened to one that Hermione couldn't quite read- affection?

"Not like Hermione Granger to take gut feeling over logic," He said.

She smiled, not knowing quite what to say. She was so unsure when it came to this paticular redhead and Hermione was not one to like being confused.

"Thank you," She whispered.

"For what?" He asked, "Sirius was the one who made the portkey."

"Thank you for coming here in the first place, it means a lot to me."

It was his turn to blush.

"Hermione I…"

He was cut off by Carra's noisy entrance, the dark-haired Spanish beauty proceeded to fuss over Hermione, not noticing the high colour that Ron and Hermione both possessed.

*

After finally convincing Carra that she was well enough to get up, Hermione found Ron sitting in the back garden. The small garden was filled with colourful plants and was a menagerie of intriguing smells.

"Hello." She said.

"Oh! Your up, shouldn't you still be in bed, are you well enough?" He asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes, irritated, "Of course I'm well enough and I believe I would go mad if I were to stay cooped up in my bedroom all day."

"But still, you ought to be careful."

Hermione shook her head incredulously; "I know when I feel well enough to get out of bed thank you very much!"

And promptly stomped off.

Ron sighed, why did he always pick the wrong things to

say to her?