Todays Disclaimers have all called in sick : (



"Well it's about Damned time !" Harry exclaimed offended, as Hermione bowled her way into the infirmary.

"Here I am, lying all ALONE on my death bed, not a friend in sight to check on me, to comfort me ...." He sighed.

Hermione flew straight past his bed.

Harry stopped sighing.

"Ahh Hermione ........?!" He faltered, completely shocked.

"Um ...... Perhaps you didn't notice, but my bed is over HERE !" he called out to her back.
"As in NOT over there !" He yelled.

Hermione never heard him as she hurtled her way towards Ginny's bed.

"Well I never !" Huffed Harry dramatically, as he crossed his arms across his chest grumpily and pouted.

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Hermione came to a sudden skidding halt near one of the very last beds in the infirmary.

She stepped closer to the end of the bed and quietly gazed at the peaceful angelic figure sleeping in front of her.

She smiled gently as she walked closer to the young Gryffindor.
She suddenly decided, as she shook her head affectionately, that Colin Creevey looked extremely sweet and adorable in his sleep.

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Hermione slid gracefully onto a small wooden stool near the head of Ginny's bed.

She looked sadly at her poor lovable Ginny, as she wondered what the Dickens the young girl had gone and done to herself now.

A sudden horrifying thought came to her, as she quickly turned and looked at the bed next to Ginny's.

'PHEW !' She thought to herself.
Colin definitely did not look petrified.

Hermione scolded herself, ashamed at her quickly made assumptions, and reached over to gently wipe the young Gryffindors sweaty forehead.

She settled back into her extremely hard stool and gazed fondly at her little friend.
She looked from Ginny's twitching body, to the pool of foam forming at the corner of her mouth, and finally to her one open, darting eye.
Hermione sighed, Ginny looked so enchanting in her unconscious, injured state.

She idly wondered if she should ask Madam Pomfrey how long they could keep her sedated for.

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Harry stopped pouting as he heard what sounded like rather quick moving footsteps rushing towards the infirmary.

'Ahh.' He thought happily.
'Ron still loves me !'

'Hmmm' He thought to himself as Professor McGonagall came racing into the room.
'Ron looks very different today !'

Harry frowned.

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"Oh my Goodness !" Exclaimed Professor McGonagall, as she leant against the infirmary wall and clutched her pounding heart exhaustedly.

"Do stop staring Mr Potter !" McGonagall told the slack jawed boy wonder, as she tried to stand by herself.

'Wow !' Thought Harry, extremely impressed.
'Ron even sounds like Professor McGonagall !'

However Harry soon came out of his contemplative haze when he noticed that "Ron" was quickly moving towards the other end of the room.

'Right !' Thought Harry grouchily.
'I am SOOO probably maybe not going to the ball this year with Ginny !' He decided firmly, as he crossed his arms and harrumphed dramatically.

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"Miss Granger." McGonagall said coolly, as she finally reached the young 6th year.

Unfortunately Miss Granger didn't respond.

"Miss Granger, I do not like having to repeat myself !" She stated exasperatedly.

However Miss Granger still wasn't listening.

McGonagall looked angrily from the rude Gryffindor seated before her, to the young Weasley lying in the infirmary bed.
She almost shrieked aloud when she took in Ginny.
She shook her head sadly, noticing the twitching eye and body and the lake of froth that had now formed at the corner of her mouth.
Obviously this epilogue disease was horribly debilitating.

McGonagall quickly looked back to the still non-responsive Hermione.
She suddenly noticed that the 6th year was staring rather dreamily at the young Weasley, and she also seemed to be drooling all over herself.

'Oh No !' McGonagall thought to herself, suddenly working out just what was going on.
'I definitely do not do 'love' !' She concluded.
'Ewww .....' She added as she scrunched up her face appropriately.

McGonagall quickly turned, and tiptoed out of the infirmary.

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'Hmmph !' Thought Harry bitterly to himself, as he heard yet another set of footsteps approaching the infirmary.
'Wonder who else wan'ts to see how Miss Ginny Perfect is doing !' He finished.

His bad mood however quickly cleared up when he noticed that the footsteps in fact belonged to none other than the Potions Master himself.

Unfortunately his frown soon returned when Professor Snape skipped right up to his bed, rather than racing straight past him.

"Ahh ...... ?!" Harry stammered.

"Mr Potter." Snape tried to smile sympathetically, as he took a seat on the edge of Harry's bed.
"So how we feeling ?" He semi-kindly asked.

"?!" Exclaimed Harry as he quickly feel unconscious from shock.

"Oh Drat !" Replied Snape disappointedly.


TBC ........