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I got the idea for this nearly falling off my bed trying to think of a new fic idea late at night because my current one sucked major ass. So. Hope you like it.

PLEASE: tell me what I did well, what I didn't do well, things that could be changed. I'm NOTHING without constructive criticism.

Thanks a whole bunch!

Luvvies and muffins—Suchan

(( " :P " indicates a new scene. I'm using this cause I'm still pissed at ff for banishing the all powerful asterisks. GR. ))

:P ß like this.

The Gyffindor commmon room was nearly silent, except for the scratching of a quill and the rustling of some parchment. Ron Weasley scratched his head and sat back in his chair.

"I really don't get this Divination crap," he muttered. "How's your homework coming, Harry?"

Harry looked up from the other side of the table and scowled at him. "Not very good."

"Oh."

After a few more minutes, Ron stood up and mumbled, "Bugger this. Bloody headaches, I can't concentrate."

Hermione threw a bottle of aspirin at him without looking up from her book. "Take two with water. It should go away instantly."

"Thanks." Ron rushed off to the bathroom to get some water.

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Something didn't feel right. The headache was gone… but something was wrong. Ron couldn't really place it, but something just. Was. Not. Right.

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Ron yawned and closed his book. "Well, I've had enough. I'm going to bed."

With their boatloads of homework to do before next week, Haryr and Hermione merely waved at him and mumbled "Good Night"s. Ron shrugged and headed up the spiral stairs to the dormitory.

He changed into his too-small PJs and pulled the curtains closed around his bed. He was asleep within seconds.

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BZEEP! BZEEP! BZEEP!

"Harry, will you PLEASE get that damned alarm fixed?!" Ron mumbled sleepily, stretching and pulling himself into a sitting position.

He stopped.

Oh God.

Something didn't feel right.

Something was terribly, horrifyingly WRONG.

His chest…

He looked down. And screamed.

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"Ron!" Harry fell off his mattress as he heard Ron's screaming shattering his hazy dream world. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing, Harry, go back to sleep!" Ron clutched the blanket higher around his torso. "I just had a bad dream. Spiders and …ughh." He shivered, and poked his head out through the hangings. He gave Harry a smile.

Harry smiled back at him from his awkward positioning on the floor. He looked as if he had tried to accomplish an extremely pretzelly yoga position and broken a hip or leg or two in the process.

Ron quirked an eyebrow. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Ron, I just fell off the bed when you screamed. You scared me, you know."

"Sorry." He yawned. "Listen, Harry, I'm just going to catch a few more winks, you can go ahead, go down to breakfast."

"Alright." Harry got dressed and left the dorms, and, upon hearing the door open and shut four times, Ron decided it was alright to come out. He had assumed everyone else left as well.

Seamus was staring at him, openmouthed, in the process of pulling on his socks. Ron's eyes went wide. "Oh, fuck."

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AHAHAHAA!! Just to keep you in suspense! I love cliffhangers, don't you? HAHAHA! I bet you can't WAIT to see what kind of trouble Ron's got into!

I know I can't! I haven't written it yet. Reviews greatly appreciated, thanks!