"'Mione! Ginny! Fred! George! Harry! What are you doing here?" Ron grinned as the five, bundled in heavy jackets andhats,walked through the door. He grimaced as he tried to sit up.

"Oh let me help you!" Hermione rushed forward and put the flowers she was carrying on the end of the bed. She helped Ron sit up, fluffed his pillows, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "How are you? Are you feeling okay? Can I get you anything?" Ron grinned again and put his hand over hers, pulling her down so she was sitting on the bed next to him. She slipped her jacket off, plucked off her hat, and settled herself next to him.

"I'm fine Hermione." He said, then motioned for Fred, George, Ginny, and Harry to sit down as well. Fred and Harry grabbed four chairs and brought them over by Ron's bed.

"St. Mungo's set you up pretty nice didn't they Ronnykins?" George teased as he looked around the room.

"Yeah…You don't even have a roommate! Maybe I should break my neck so I can get a room to myself!" Fred joked and George playfully slapped him on the back of the head. After awhile the twins stopped joking around and calmed down a little. They talked, but after a few minutes, George and Fred decided that had to get to work.

"Time waits for no man!" Fred yelled, throwing his toboggan up into the air. George grabbed him by the arm and dragged him from the room, laughing. Hermione turned, grinning back to Ron. He smiled at her, then looked at Harry and Ginny.

"How are you guys? Harry, how's your head?" Ron asked pulling the covers up some.

"Um—Ron, it's been about a month, its fine."

"Oh, yeah I forgot. Sorry…look the healers haven't really filled me in—" As Ron shrugged and tried to cover for his mistake, a nurse knocked on the door and walked into the room. She was an older witch, maybe in her sixties, wearing a starched white uniform with a matching white cap over her faded gold hair, which was pulled back in a large bun at the nape of her neck. She was short, pudgy, with a nice face and shining eyes.

"Hello young Mr. Weasley," She said in a sing-song voice, "And how are you this fine afternoon?"

"Fine Miss Mabel," Ron replied, glancing at Hermione and rolling his eyes.

"That's fine!" Miss Mabel replied. She walked around the room, opening the windows, checking his charts, fluffing his already fluffed pillows, humming and smiling the whole time. Then, for the first time, she noticed that 'Young Mr. Weasley' had guests. "Oh, hello!" She said in the same sing-song voice.

"Hello,"

"Hi,"

"Hello," Hermione, Harry, and Ginny responded. She bustled around for a few more minutes, pulled a wand out from her sleeve, and acted as though she was stirring something in the air. A spoon popped out of nowhere and a brownish-purple liquid came pouring from her wand.

"Here's your medicine, Young Mr. Weasley," She said, then shoved it into his mouth. After she pulled out the spoon he made a face, then gagged. She stood grinning at him until he'd swallowed it. "There we go! I'm sure we feel better already!" She sang, then turned and walked out of the room.

"Ugh!" Ron gagged again, then pointed at a pitcher of water on his bedside table. "Can you—'Mione, can you give me that?" Hermione reached over and grabbed a glass, poured some water in it, and handed it to Ron. He quickly drained the glass, then handed it back to Hermione, who put it back on the table. He smiled at her as she sat back on the bed next to him. "Thanks."

"No problem," She said, taking his hand in hers again. "Do you need anything else?'

"No, thanks though. Can we get back to—er—last month?" Hermione glanced at Harry awkwardly.

"S-Sure. What do you want to know?"

"It doesn't feel like it's been a month…I guess that's because I've been knocked out the whole time." He stopped, yawned, and shook his head.

"Ron, maybe you should get some rest." Hermione said, brushing a piece of hair off his forehead.

"I'm fine. I want to know what happened." He said firmly, stubbornly. Hermione hesitated before letting go of his hand, walking over to the window and looking out with her arms folded over her chest. Ginny jumped up and went to her, putting her arm around her waist comfortingly and leaning her head on Hermione's shoulder. Ron looked at Harry quizzically.

"What happened?"

"Well…you see it's like this. After A-Amy did the Cruciatus Curse on you, Malfoy knocked me out, so I don't really know what—" He tried to explain. Ginny left Hermione's side and walked over to her brother's bedside.

"After you both passes out, Hermione went ballistic. She started screaming at Amy, calling her an evil, heartless bitch and stuff. Well, Amy didn't like that, so she went over to Hermione and pointed her wand at her, threatening her and stuff. Well, before I knew it, Hermione had her wand out, I had the Silencer lifted off of me, and we were attacking Amy and Malfoy. Harry woke up just as Hermione tried to hex Amy and she got away. She and Harry chased Amy, but they ran off into the woods." She stopped—took a breath, glanced at Hermione and went on. "Then Harry ran to the castle and got Dumbledore and he met us out on the grounds. He conjured up a stretcher and took you to the Hospital Wing, then here to St. Mungo's. You've been here ever since."

"But what happened to Malfoy and Amy?" Ron asked, dreading their answer. Hermione turned from the window and walked back to Ron.

"They went to the Dark Side. They joined Voldemort. Then Amy tried to have me killed. She attacked me two weeks ago when Ginny and I were in Hogsmeade. But it doesn't matter, I'm fine. I swear it. So is Ginny. They've caught Amy—she's going to Azkaban. Malfoy—they found Malfoy, dead, on the side of the road in London. It turns out Amy killed him because he was threatening to tell me about the attack. He didn't want to have me killed, surprisingly." Ron stared at her with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"I'm sorry. This is my fault. It never would have happened if I hadn't have started dating her."

"But if you hadn't started dating her, I wouldn't be so proud of you for turning her down. I wouldn't appreciate your love as much. We might not even be together. And if you hadn't of broken up with Amy, Harry might not of had his heart broken, and Ginny wouldn't have been there to pick up the pieces." She walked over to Ron and knelt by his bed. "You're the reason we're all so happy, don't you see?"

"Thanks Mate," Harry muttered as he walked over and put his arm around Ginny.

"Thank you Ron." Ginny said, smiling happily as she cuddled into Harry. He turned and looked down at Hermione. She smiled at him.

"Thank you, Love." She whispered before standing and kissing him on the lips. He smiled and squeezed her hand. Within a few moments, Amy and Malfoy were forgotten as Harry pinched Ginny's waist and they started having a tickle fight. As Ginny gasped and squealed, Ron laughed. Hermione stretched out next to him on the bed and he put his arms around her.

"Thank you Hermione."

"For what?"

"You're the reason our story is so special. You're the one thing that everyone was fighting for." He said, kissing her forehead. "I love you.'

"I love you too Ron Weasley. I love you too."

(A/N: It's done. Thank God Almighty. I thought this story would never end. Ugh. Tell me what you think please—I know it's not my best work, but tell me what I could have done to make it better if you didn't like it, and if you did like it, thank you so much. You've been great about everything. Goodbye!! Happy Potter Days!)