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Hermione didn't want to leave Ron in her room. So, DARN that hip swinging, just get back there now. She hurried back to her room and pointed her wand in the air.
"Expelliarmus!" And the book flew out of Ron's hands.
"Hermione, you need some medical attention! I mean: "How to-" Hermione cut him off.
"I know Ron, there's a reason." She rolled her eyes.
"It's Harry isn't it? It's Harry."
"Ron I know that it's Harry! Now get out before anybody hears!" Hermione bellowed.
"Hey 'Mione. Left my book here." Harry's eyes gleamed.
"O…K…" She clutched her heart and almost fell on her bed. She fainted. Because Harry was around? Cause Harry was around? No. Could it be? She heard mumbling noises around her.
"Hermione! Are you alright?" She saw Ron next to her. His red hair was really blurry. Then she saw something black blurry. Harry? Oh no! Look away! Look away! She didn't want to faint again. But she could look, I mean, everything was blurry. She couldn't really see Harry. But know his eyes came to focus. Look AWAY! She saw green blurs float around next to her.
"Hermione, you OK?" Harry's voice echoed through her head. Hermione, you OK? Hermione, you OK? Hermione, you OK? Hermione, you OK? Then the voices faded away.
"Harry, take this in the best possible way; Get out." She saw the green blurs widening.
"Hermione? Are you sure your alright?" Ron asked.
"Harry, I said GET OUT!" Hermione roared.
"Hermione it's me, Ron. You alright?" His hair focused into tiny blurs.
"Ron, what happened?" Hermione sat up, the blurs disappearing.
"Well, you were fine till Harry came in. You saw him, sank down, clutched your heart, you almost fell on the bed, and then you fell on your bed, fainting. You were just lying there for about 20 minutes. Harry then saved you. He gave you some potion." Ron said.
Hermione sat up. Ron became in focus.
"Harry… Saved me?" She asked.
"Well, yah. Hermione, he really likes you." Hermione jumped out of bed and ran for the door.
"Harry… Listen, what I did before was, was…" His eyes gleamed. Hermione felt herself drop again. Down… down… down… down.
"Hermione! Maybe you need some fresh air." Harry stood there, with Ron behind her.
Harry lifted her arm up.
"Thanks." She croaked. She wiped her eyes. Maybe some fresh air would help. "Ok." She added. And the next thing she knew, was that she was on Harry's Firebolt, her hand clutching Harry's stomach.
"Harry. Isn't this a bit high?" Hermione asked.
"No. I can go higher." And with that Harry zoomed upward, Hermione feeling like she would fall any minute.
"Can. We. Go. A. Bit- AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Hermione clutched his stomach harder.
"Hermione. WOHH! I need to tell you something. It's important." Stated Harry.
"We'll talk through the wind, you mean?" Harry chuckled. He lowered his broom, and they hit the ground.
Then they went inside, with their insides freezing. They went to the common room where they found Ron.
"Hermione? You alright? Here. Have a hot chocolate." He handed Harry and Hermione a mug. He drank from his cup and lifted it in the air.
"Cheers." Harry told Hermione as they clonked their cups.