They made it to Divination just in time. They quickly found seats, Ron and Harry on fat poufs, Hermione sinking into a large chair.

Professor Trelawney floated out of the shadows, glittering like the oversized dragonfly she was. She looked around and started talking, and Harry and Ron stopped listening. Hermione placed her elbow on the arm of the chair and stuck her chin in her hand.

After the class, Hermione groaned. They were walking to Charms.

"Why did I start taking that class again?" She looked at Ron and Harry.

"Because you love us, and you couldn't stand to see us suffer alone." Ron grinned at her.

"Yeah, sure, think what you want to think, Ron." Hermione looked at him. They walked into the Charms classroom and sat at a long table. Harry took out a piece of parchment paper and began to draw on it. Hermione looked around. No one else was drawing. She started listening to the professor.

"Today, we will be learning how to make pictures move." Ron and Hermione looked at Harry in surprise as Professor Flitwick told them to draw a picture.

"What? I always draw in Charms!" He went back to drawing a Quidditch pitch.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and shook their heads. They got out parchment and began drawing.

When everyone was done with their drawings, Professor Flitwick taught them the charm to make the pictures move. It took a while, but everyone finally got their pictures to move.

Dinner finally came finally came and everyone went down to the Great Hall. Everyone flowed in, sat down, waited for any and all announcements to be said, and then ate.

Harry went straight up to the Hospital Wing to visit Deirdre. When he got there, she was sleeping. He sat down in the chair next to her bed and waited for her to wake up.

Ten minutes later, Deirdre sat up, yawned, and rubbed her eyes. Then she noticed Harry.

"Hello Harry," Deirdre said sleepily.

"Good morning." Harry smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better." She stretched. "I'll be back in class tomorrow."

Madam Pomfrey walked in. "How are you feeling Deirdre?"

"I'm feeling much better," she replied.

"You may go back to your tower then. Harry, I trust you will make sure that she makes it back alright?" Madam Pomfrey was obviously concerned about Deirdre as well.

"Of course, Madam Pomfrey," Harry said. Deirdre got up from the bed and Harry followed her.

Harry opened the Hospital Wing door for Deirdre. Just after Harry shut the door, Deirdre collapsed. Harry caught her just before she hit the floor.

"Are you alright?" he asked, holding her in his arms.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I'm still just a little weak," she said. She regained her balance on her own feet again.

"You don't need to see Madam Pomfrey anymore, do you?" He took her closer into his arms.

"NO. I'll be fine. Let's go back to the tower." she kissed him gently.

"Alright," he agreed, blushing with embarrassment. They went back to the Gryffindor Tower, hands intertwined.

When they arrived in the Tower, Harry took Deirdre to her room, and tucked her in. He kissed her forehead and she fell asleep. He tiptoed out of the room.

He went into the common room and perched on the couch next to Ron. Ron looked at him.

"Where's Deirdre?" He studied his best friend carefully.

"Upstairs in her dorm, sleeping." Just then, Hermione rushed over.

"Harry, Deirdre wants you. She sounds terrible!" Harry sprang to his feet and went up the stairs. Hermione and Ron looked at each other and took off after him.

When they burst into the dorm, Harry was sitting next to Deirdre's bed.

"Harry..." Ron started to speak, but was interrupted by Harry.

"She needs to go back to the Hospital Wing." Before either Hermione or Ron could speak, Harry picked Deirdre up and left the room.

Hermione shrugged and followed, and Ron stood there for a moment, then left.

By the time Hermione and Ron caught up with Harry, he was already at the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey was at the door, looking at Deirdre. She looked cold and pale, and her breathing was shallow.

They could tell that Madam Pomfrey was worried. Harry carried Deirdre in and laid her down on a bed, followed by Madam Pomfrey, Hermione, and Ron. When Deirdre was settled and sleeping, Madam Pomfrey shooed them out.

They left and didn't speak until they got back to the tower.

"Do you two want to come to my dorm and talk?" Ron and Harry nodded.

They went up to the fifth year girls' dorm and sat down on Hermione's four-poster. They were all very solemn.

"I just hope that she's going to be alright." Harry gave a very exhausting sigh.

"I'm sure that Madam Pomfrey will be able to make her better, mate." Ron hoped he was helping the situation.

"I know, but I just don't want to loose her. I've already lost two important people in my life, and I don't want to loose a third. Harry got up and started pacing back and forth.

"Harry, you really shouldn't get worked up about it. You know she'll be fine. Madam Pomfrey will be able to get her better." There was a scurrying right after Hermione finished speaking. Crookshanks jumped onto her bed.

"I really hate that cat." Ron gave it a disgusted look.

"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if he dies soon. Crookshanks was somewhat old when I bough him, and is so much older now." Hermione started petting her cat, which at that time took residence on her lap.

"I'm going to go try to sleep now. I know I won't get much tonight, but I want to try and get as much as I can." Harry then left to go to his dorm.