"Harry has to stay here for three days. He has two broken ribs and a fractured arm."
Madame Pomfrey had done a spell where the patient would fall asleep and all of their broken
bones would glow red. Dumbledore looked over to the slumbering Harry. He sighed and turned
to Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George.
"Ron, you and Hermione may sleep here tonight, if you wish. Harry shall not be awoken
though." He smiled as they nodded their heads. He thanked them all and walked back to his
office. George placed the Firebolt on the bedside table and walked out with Fred. They said
good-byes and Madame Pomfrey walked to her office. Hermione sighed and pulled up a chair,
Ron following suit.
"Thank you, Ron." Hermione whispered, trying not to wake Harry. Ron looked at her,
puzzled.
"What do you mean? What are you thanking me for?"
"For saving Harry. He means so much to me."
"To us." Ron corrected her.
"What?"
"He means so much, to us." Ron smiled.
"Correct you are," saying quiter, and more to herself,"for once." Hermione tried to hold
back laughter.
"What was that?" Ron looked suspicously at her, also trying hard not to laugh.
Harry awoke in the morning, feeling horribly sleepy and sore. He put on his glasses,
and looked to see Ron and Hermione talking quitely in the corner. Ron was doing most of
the talking; Hermione had a book proped and was writing on a piece of parchment. He watched
them a moment, and smiled. He felt so lucky to have them there, caring about him. He sat up
in his bed.
"Hey," he said. Ron looked up, and Hermione dropped her quill.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione pushed her parchment off her lap and ran to his bed. She flung
her arms around him and kissed him on his cheek. Harry turned scarlet and tried to breath.
"Uh...Hermione...you're going to break the rest of my ribs...," he tried to break the
state of shock he was in. It was Hermione's turn to turn scarlet.
"Whoops....how do feel Harry?" she said letting go of him.
"Well, for someone having two broken ribs and a broken arm...I can truthfully say that
I feel like crap." He smiled. "Now I have a question. After hitting the ground after being oh, a
hundred feet in the air, why aren't I dead?" Ron looked away.
"Well, Ron cast a spell to stop you from falling. Then he yelled to Fred and George telling
them to grab you. Ron saved you, Harry." Harry could see Ron's ears going pink.
"Ron?" Ron turned to face him,"Thank you. I owe you my life." Harry smiled the
best smile since they had seen him smile that day in the forth year when Ron had said he was
sorry for being jelous. They sat in silence, Ron feeling relieved that Harry was all right; Hermione
feeling nervous; and Harry feeling, once again, lucky for having friends like them. Hermione
cleared her throat, breaking the silence.
"Er....Harry....." Hermione studdered. Harry looked ar her curiously.
'When does Hermione studder?' He thought to himself. "Yes?" Hermione turned
as red as a cherry.
"Will...will...wilyugoutwime?" Hermione turned redder.
"Come again?"
"Harry, will you go out with me?" Hermione asked. Ron's mouth hung open, and
Harry fainted.
Madame Pomfrey had done a spell where the patient would fall asleep and all of their broken
bones would glow red. Dumbledore looked over to the slumbering Harry. He sighed and turned
to Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George.
"Ron, you and Hermione may sleep here tonight, if you wish. Harry shall not be awoken
though." He smiled as they nodded their heads. He thanked them all and walked back to his
office. George placed the Firebolt on the bedside table and walked out with Fred. They said
good-byes and Madame Pomfrey walked to her office. Hermione sighed and pulled up a chair,
Ron following suit.
"Thank you, Ron." Hermione whispered, trying not to wake Harry. Ron looked at her,
puzzled.
"What do you mean? What are you thanking me for?"
"For saving Harry. He means so much to me."
"To us." Ron corrected her.
"What?"
"He means so much, to us." Ron smiled.
"Correct you are," saying quiter, and more to herself,"for once." Hermione tried to hold
back laughter.
"What was that?" Ron looked suspicously at her, also trying hard not to laugh.
Harry awoke in the morning, feeling horribly sleepy and sore. He put on his glasses,
and looked to see Ron and Hermione talking quitely in the corner. Ron was doing most of
the talking; Hermione had a book proped and was writing on a piece of parchment. He watched
them a moment, and smiled. He felt so lucky to have them there, caring about him. He sat up
in his bed.
"Hey," he said. Ron looked up, and Hermione dropped her quill.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione pushed her parchment off her lap and ran to his bed. She flung
her arms around him and kissed him on his cheek. Harry turned scarlet and tried to breath.
"Uh...Hermione...you're going to break the rest of my ribs...," he tried to break the
state of shock he was in. It was Hermione's turn to turn scarlet.
"Whoops....how do feel Harry?" she said letting go of him.
"Well, for someone having two broken ribs and a broken arm...I can truthfully say that
I feel like crap." He smiled. "Now I have a question. After hitting the ground after being oh, a
hundred feet in the air, why aren't I dead?" Ron looked away.
"Well, Ron cast a spell to stop you from falling. Then he yelled to Fred and George telling
them to grab you. Ron saved you, Harry." Harry could see Ron's ears going pink.
"Ron?" Ron turned to face him,"Thank you. I owe you my life." Harry smiled the
best smile since they had seen him smile that day in the forth year when Ron had said he was
sorry for being jelous. They sat in silence, Ron feeling relieved that Harry was all right; Hermione
feeling nervous; and Harry feeling, once again, lucky for having friends like them. Hermione
cleared her throat, breaking the silence.
"Er....Harry....." Hermione studdered. Harry looked ar her curiously.
'When does Hermione studder?' He thought to himself. "Yes?" Hermione turned
as red as a cherry.
"Will...will...wilyugoutwime?" Hermione turned redder.
"Come again?"
"Harry, will you go out with me?" Hermione asked. Ron's mouth hung open, and
Harry fainted.