Harry ducked a burst of fire from Fred's mouth. He felt his hair, checking for any singed hair

WHAT is with you two and fire? George winked at Harry.

We're not the only ones! Everyone's talking about you two! You know, on fire, fire? Whatever. So, you both finally realized it? George laughed, and looked over at Hermione who sighed and went into Honeydukes. George made sure Hermione was out of ear shot, before he said, If I were in your position Harry, I wouldn't tell Ron, might get a bit touchy. I don't know if you've noticed Harry, but Ron,well... George looked uncomfortable. Forget it. Its not important.

No, I think it is, Ron what?

Fine, you asked for it. Listen Harry, Ron likes Hermione, and seeing how you're his best friend, I don't think he'd take the news that well.
Fred looked at Harry.

This is your decision Harry, no one can tell you what to do. Follow your heart. Fred gave Harry a smile, before popping a piece of Droobles Best Blowing Gum into his mouth, and proceeded to fill the entire street with enormous blue bubbles, while George was selling Canary Creams to unknowing passersby. Chuckling at the sight of people turning into large Canary's, Harry looked at Hermione, browsing the shelves of Honeydukes. Fred was being unusually helpful, which was quite unlike him. Normally Fred would've just said,

Who ever the bastard is Harry, duel him and turn him into a gibbering wreck!
But seeing how Ron was Fred's brother, Harry doubted he would say to go and seriously injure him. But then again, it wasn't too out of the question to say he wouldn't.
Hermione came out of Honeydukes, clutching a bag bursting with new sweets, and tried to look for Harry, which was difficult, the air being thick of large, yellow feathers, and the street filled with bubbles that refused to break, not even succumbing to the most powerful spell. Finally spotting Harry doubled up with laughter as a pompous looking wizard accepted a Ton Tongue toffee with a grin, then a second later, was rolling around on the ground, a 6 foot long purple tongue protruding out of his mouth, Hermione strode briskly over.

Gosh it's pandemonium out here! I sure missed Hogsmeade, didn't you? Where've you been, and oh here, Hermione thrust a smaller bag into Harry's arms, spilling some of its contents. I picked these up for you.

Looking into the bag, Harry spotted Edward's Explosive Eclairs( Singe all the hair off your head and still have a tasty treat! Good for enemies! Now available at Zonko's!), Transforming Rock candy ( Turns into whatever at your very whim, and touch! Comes in purple, yellow, electric blue and translucent!), and Gummy Troll Fingernails ( Fake Troll finger nail shaped treats! Fool your friends! Heimlich manuveur instructions included).

Grinning, Harry picked up a piece of rock candy, and watched as it formed itself into a miniature purple version of Harry, holding his broomstick. Harry waved at himself, who waved back, before chomping his head off. Crunching his head happily, Harry winked cheekily at Hermione.

Thanks for the treats, but who's that other bag for? Hermione still was holding the large bag of treats, with Honeydukes splashed across the front.

They're for Ron, and you owe me ten silver Sickles! Hermione grinned insolently back at Harry, who scowled, but dug into his money bag, and placed the coins in Hermione's hand.

Why should Ron get more candy? He has half of the bloody store around his bed! Harry grumbled, but inside knew what was coming..

Because he's been sick!! Harry, honestly, can't you remember anything? He nearly died ! The least we can do is make him happy! Hermione pocketed the money, and took Harry's hand, started to walk up to the castle together. Harry was thinking about what Fred had said, George too. He wasn't sure he wanted to give up a friendship with Ron, just to be with Hermione. But she was his friend also.. Harry obviously had some thinking to do, he had to choose, who was more important to him, either that, or figure some way to make this whole situation work. For the moment, he had better put on a happy face, and act like he wasn't making the hardest decision of his life.
******** this part if from Hermione's view******

Hermione held onto Harry's hand, brushing away flakes of rock candy as they landed in her hair. Hermione knew she ought to be happy, was with Harry and she was in love! But yet, there was some odd feeling inside...a sort of hollowness like something was missing.. Hermione looked up into Harry's eyes. Oh Harry, she thought to herself. I do love you, but what about Ron? He's always been so brave, strong, maybe not so terribly brave at times, but he's always been there for me.. No! Hermione shook her head. She couldn't start thinking about Ron now, she was with Harry. Or was she? Hermione was so confused, she just wanted everything to be in order, and not have to worry about anything.. Harry shook Hermione's arm.

Mio, are you alright? Hermione rubbed her eyes, trying to hide the tears that threatened to fall.
**** Now its back to Harry******
I'm fine, the harsh wind is making my eye's water. Oh drat!! Hermione dropped her hands and looked at her watch. I forgot all about that report that Miss Delacour is making us write on the Ghouls of Ireland! It's due on Monday! Harry groaned, rolling his eyes.

Hermione!! That's ages from now! Why would you want to waste a nice day like this doing homework? Hermione's eyes narrowed.

Because if we do not turn in that report, most likely we'll not pass 5th year!! Of course for me, thats really no worry, but honestly Harry! I would've thought you'd learned by now not to procrastinate! Harry backed away.

Ok, ok! Settle down Hermione! Why are you getting so upset? I thought you were having a good time.. Harry looked at Hermione with his his big puppy dog eyes, looking very mournful. But I suppose, if you want, we could go up to the castle.... Harry forced himself to keep up his dismaying act, but all the while biting his tongue to keep from laughing. Hermione sighed.

Harry, you know I was going to suggest we stay for a little while longer, but since you want to go up to the castle, lets go then! Hermione winked at Harry who was looking dumbstruck. Close your mouth, Harry, you look like a fish!" Hermione quipped, Harry's jaw dropped, if possible, even more, making him look like a large sea bass. Hermione winked, and hugged Harry's arm, and relenting, Harry walked back up to the castle with her.

*(*(*(*(*(*(*(* Back up in the Hospital*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*


Ron picked at the remains of a Cauldron Cake, bored out of his mind. He checked his watch. 12:00. Where was Madam Pomfrey? She'd been gone well over an hour. Ron sighed, and rather unenthusiastically, stuffed the last morsels of the cake into his mouth. Chewing lazily, Ron stared up at the ceiling and tried to imagine he was watching a Quidditch game, and that his favorite team, The Chudley Cannons, were beating Viktor Krum's team of Bulgaria, 500 - 0. Ron had never quite forgiven Krum for taking Hermione to the Ball last year, and having her over the summer at his home. Come to think of it, he hadn't forgiven himself for letting Krum beat him to it. Giving up on his imaginary Quidditch game, Ron sighed, and picked up the letter that arrived from his mother this morning. He had read it many times over, and eaten most of the comfort fudge his mother had sent in a package along with the letter.

Dear Ron,

Goodness! What were you doing, falling off a broom like that? You could've been seriously hurt! Honestly, you boys are the clumsiest I've ever known! But, you know I still love you. I wish you good luck in getting the Keeper position. Your Father can't stop telling everyone at work how his son is a Keeper! Mind, it doesn't matter to him you aren't really yet, but we have the strongest faith in you.

I sent baked some fudge for you, got the recipe out of a new issue
of Witch Weekly! It has almonds, your favorite! Oh dear, we hope the year is going well for you, don't let that nasty Malfoy boy push you around! Show him you're proud of being a Weasley! I wish you a speedy recovery!

With love,
Mum

Ron folded the letter back up for the umpteenth time, and set it on his bedside table. He checked his watch. 12:30. What in heavens name was keeping Madam Pomfrey? Ron was hungry, for some actual food, not just chocolate and jelly beans. Sinking back into his pillow, Ron looked out, flurries of snow falling down to the Hogwarts grounds, the green grass buried under a blanket of pure white snow. Ron could see carriages carrying bundled up students, the lanterns bouncing merrily as the carriages slid along. What Ron wouldn't give to be out there, having a snowball fight with Harry, and of course Fred and George, with whom Ron and Harry had a score to settle. But all thoughts of pelting Fred and George with an onslaught of perfect snowball's were driven from Ron's mind as there was a clicking sound, before the Hospital's door's burst open, and in walked a person Ron wished very much was not there.

Malfoy! What are you doing here? Don't you think you did enough damage, coming up here with your hands all over my little sister? Malfoy grinned maliciously, making sure Madam Pomfrey was well out of hearing range.

Awww, did I upset little Weasel? Well sorry Weasley, you'd better get used to me, because I plan on sticking around, in more ways then one. Ron thought Malfoy looked embarrassed, Malfoy looked down at his shoes after saying this statement. But thought he must've been mistaken when Malfoy glared at Ron with a look of disgust.

You don't think I'm up here of my own free will do you Weasley?

Well I-

Let me clear something up for you Weasley. In case you don't realize this already, I would rather be anywhere then hanging YOU. But you know why I'm up here after all, you're responsible for it! You're the one who framed me! Malfoy snarled, his eyes ablaze. I'll make you pay for this Weasley, one day you will suffer! Imagine me, a Malfoy, scrubbing out bedpans and doing petty work fit for a servant!

Ron had opened his mouth to reply to Malfoy's first statement, but gave out a whoop of laughter hearing Malfoy's last remark.

Malfoy,believe me, I'd like to do nothing better then to take credit for being the one who made you scrub out bedpans, but that'd be taking credit for someone else's work. Ron put his hands behind his head, not fighting the huge grin that spread over his face. I have no idea why you're up here. Go on, tell me all about it. Malfoy glowered.

Though I'd rather turn into a Mudblood, I suppose you'll find out sooner or later. Apparently, when you fell, they took the broom you had been riding, and found out it was mine. They, being Dumbledore and the rest of the teachers, found out you were poisoned and I was the prime suspect. I would never had given you that broom if Marcus hadn't told me too. Seeing the blank look on Ron's face, he added, Flint, Marcus Flint, can't you put two and two together you nitwit? Ron looked inquisitive.

Wait a minute, Flint told you to give me the broom? Why? Malfoy shrugged.

Search me. All he said that if we helped you get on the team, Fred and George wouldn't rat on us for using illegal spells on our brooms. The broom wasn't tampered with at all. And now you have your little friends rat me out, when I never did anything to kill you!

Well why shouldn't they rat you out? You haven't been Mr.Pleasant to me all this time, why is it so out of the question to think you would do something like that? Oh, and like you haven't thought of it, I know I have, plenty of times. Ron added, and cracked his knuckles in a menacing way. I think it should be up to me to ask the questions Malfoy, and for you to answer. Malfoy looked disgusted, but sat down on a chair, folding his arms with a grimace on his face.

Fine then, lets get this damn thing over with shall we? What do you want to know? Why you should believe I didn't poison you? Well for one, how do you think Ginny would've reacted if I poisoned her big brother? I could've been expelled, kicked off the Quidditch team, been an outcast of Wizarding society, like that oaf, Hagrid. Besides, Malfoy added. Where's the sport in poisoning? I rather like to give out black eyes, and have bruised knuckles, shows you're a man.... Malfoy eyed Ron's hands. Though it looks like you haven't done anything with those hands besides sew and wash clothes! Not a scar on them!

Didn't stop me from giving you a black eye in 3rd year, did it Malfoy? Ron smirked as Malfoy's jaw clenched.

Bottom line Weasley, I was set up, and you're going to pay dearly for it, why I don't know what'd you do if any harm came to little Ginny.. Malfoy found himself staring into Ron's eyes, Ron holding tight onto the front of Malfoy's robes.

I swear Malfoy, touch one hair on her head.. Their conversation ended when Madam Pomfrey bustled into view, carrying a tray. Ron's eye's lit up.

Is that my lunch? Madam Pomfrey set down the tray on Ron's lap, and Ron dug in eagerly. Madam Pomfrey turned to Malfoy.

Ah yes, you. I forgot you were here, but that doesn't mean I've done one of your chores. Professor Dumbledore told me specifically not to do anything you are to do. Come with me, bed's need to be changed, it has been a very busy week. Prof. Sprout's first class came out with a nasty case of Flitterears after pruning some Flutterby bushes. Ron shook with silent mirth at the sight of Malfoy changing the beds, being careful not to choke on his Shepard's pie. Ron anxiously waited for the return of Hermione and Harry, but knew they couldn't spend all of their time with him. He continued eating his meal, feeling extremely happy.
*********** Sorry if this left out some stuff, more will be wrapped up and explained NEXT chapter! Please review!! PLEASE!!!! Thank you! **^0^**