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CHAPTER 4

AS TOLD BY RON

HERMIONE WAS MUMBLING TO HERSELF, "MY GOD IT didn't work, it didn't work. We can't Apparate..."

I sighed, "Hermione, guess what?"

She stopped muttering 'we can't Apparate' and 'it didn't work' and looked up at me, "Yes, Ron?"

"It didn't work."

She looked at me, "Ron, this is no laughing matter. I mean, do you have any idea what that mean?" She was giving me one of those Hermione- Granger-Looks. And if you didn't know Hermione as well as I did, you probably would've considered her a snot-nosed bitch.

I shook my head, "That I have to carry you up the steps?"

She pursed her lips, then let out an aggravated moan, "Ron, that means that we can't Apparate off the boat. That means everyone's stuck here."

"There's the Floo Network."

"Ron, why would someone put a fire place on a boat?"

"Excuse me for trying to make suggestions."

She sighed, "Let's go, I want to go to bed, I'm tired."

I grinned at her, "To tired to pull down the partition?"

Her shoulder's dropped in frustration, "Men. You men are rats! You're RatMen!"

I almost burst out laughing, but that would get her more pissed off. Instead I grabbed her arm and helped her up the stairs.

AS TOLD BY HERMIONE

I REFUSE TO CURSE IN THIS BOOK, BUT WHY IS IT THAT every time I'm around Ron, I have to act like a little.... er... I will not use fowl language. I have to act like a female dog. (Ron's behind me reading this right now, and he's calling me a bitch just to piss me off... there... bitch...piss...happy Ron? He's happy.)

So anyway back to the story. I fixed my leg up when we got back to the room, and by the next day, my leg was in fairly good condition.

"How's your leg?" was the first thing Ron asked me.

"Good, I feel like I could run a marathon," I told him.

"Might I suggest a broom stick?"

"Oh... shut up," I grumbled, but smiled at him anyway.

There was a knock at our door and Ron went to answer it, "Hi Hagrid," I heard him say.

"How're yeh Ron? Hermione?" Hagrid said and I could see him beaming.

"We're all right, Hagrid. Come in," I said as I made my way to the door way.

Hagrid looked down at us and for a moment it looked like he was going to burst into those huge Hagrid tears. Instead he just hugged us both at the same time. Now you have to understand, I love Hagrid, but when he hugs you, it feels like every bone in your body could crack and when he released you, you'd just be skin.

"I missed, yeh," Hagrid told us as he let go, Ron was breathing irregularly and for a moment I was afraid that he had broken a rib.

"We missed you too, Hagrid," Ron wheezed, clutching his side. I nodded.

"On ter more serious business, I heard that people on the boat were havin' trouble Apparating," Hagrid explained.

I nodded, "Yeah, we know, we tried it last night."

Hagrid cleared his throat, "There's more. The Floo Network doesn't work, and yeh can't have proper Port Key without being able to form a specific spell."

"And the spell won't work unless you perform it on the object in the place you're going to, and the place you're going from," I explained.

"What about brooms?" Ron asked.

Hagrid shook his head, "I was gettin' ter that. Someone on the ship has been workin' fer the monster. People with brooms tried ter leave earlier today... they didn't make it."

"What'd you mean, 'they didn't make it,'?" Ron asked.

"They were jinxed."

Ron and I exchanged nervous glances.

Finally I got to the point, "So, we're stuck on the ship?"

Hagrid looked to us with his big beetle black eyes, "Yeh, we're stuck here."