Ron sat down beside Harry in the Hospital Wing with Hermione and Ginny and the rest of the Gryffindor team. They looked at the unconscious Harry with a slight bit of concern. "He always gets injured in these games." Hermione said looking at Harry with pity in her eyes slightly. She was warming her hands with her gloves and her breath still cold from the outside air.
"Well, it's not exactly his fault," Ron said turning to Hermione. "Although, he should have been a little more cautious, we really couldn't see more than two feet in front of us out there."
"I bumped into him on the field," Ginny said piping up. She was sitting down in the third chair around Ron's bed. "And I didn't even see him coming."
"And it doesn't help he's flying such a fast broom." Dean Thomas said.
Madame Pomfrey walked over carrying a few bottles over to the side of his bed. She placed her hand on his head and a few seconds after Harry began to open his eyes. "You okay Mr. Potter?" she asked him handing him a strange red liquid.
"Um, sure," Harry said moving his hand to his head and Ron could tell that it probably hurt.
"Awesome Catch," Dean said excitedly.
"Was I able to keep my grip on it?" Harry asked.
"Oh yeah," Ron said. "Don't worry, we won 230 to 30." Ron smiled and had a tingly feeling inside of him. Harry felt fine and they had one, and he had only let in 3 goals. His Christmas break was already starting out good.
"You should have been more careful Harry, when you realized it was hard to see you should have paid more attention to the things out in front of you." Hermione stated flatly, most likely out of worry.
"Oh lay of it Hermione," Ron said rolling his eyes. They had one, and surely he wouldn't be stuck in here long. Ron watched Harry try to sit up but his hand moved to his head and Madame Pomfrey pushed him back down.
"I am afraid you will have to stay in here until at least Dinner tomorrow." Pomfrey said as she pushed him to drink the liquid.
"Does that mean I will have to miss the Hogsmeade trip?" Harry asked a little disappointment in his voice. Ron hadn't even thought of that part. Harry, Hermione, and him were supposed to be spending the day checking out Honey Dukes and talking in the three broomsticks. Without the stress of all there NEWT classes in the way they were going to be able to talk without much stress. Neither of them had had much time to talk.
"Yes, I am afraid so," Madame Pomfrey said. Harry drank the red liquid and Ron watched as he spit it back out a look of utter distaste on his lips. Dean and the other quidditch players laughed but shut up when Pomfrey turned to stare at them.
"It's okay Harry," Hermione said trying to console him. "Me and Ron will most definitely bring you back plenty of treats."
"Of course we will," Ron said. He pushed the disappointment from his voice. He had spent a winter Hogsmeade trip alone with Hermione before...well, for a little while. Ron wondered if Harry would try to sneak out again this time.
"Yeah," Harry said although he didn't sound to be satisfied with their offer.
"Well, I have some last minute work for Snape, so I wasn't planning on going to Hogsmeade tomorrow. When I finish it I'll come by and stay with you," Ginny said with a smile. Ron saw her blush as Harry turned to her. She hadn't made it very long with Dean, mostly because he had fallen for Lavender into the first month of this school year. Ron had noticed that Ginny's attention had seemed to revere back to Harry.
"Well, I don't want to hold you from going," Harry said.
"No, It's okay," Ginny said shaking her head. "I wasn't going to be going anyways."
"Don't worry," Dean said. "Me and Lavender will bring both of you back a few little jokes from the joke shop."
"Unless she starts predicting that all the jokes will possibly kill him," Ron said causing Harry and a few of the others to laugh. Lavender and Parvati were still very fond of Trelawny and even though Harry and Ron were no longer taking that class they heard the two of them talking about how Harry was predicted to die almost every day.
"It's Trelawny who makes the predictions," Dean said as if putting up a defense for his girl friend. "It's not Lavender."
"Don't worry about it," Harry said to Dean. "Ron was only joking."
"Yeah, sorry," Ron said still giggling a little. "Didn't mean notin by it."
"Whatever," Dean said sounding a little upset. "Harry needs his rest, come on you guys lets let him sleep." The rest of the team followed Dean out laughing a little still at him from Ron's joke.
"Hey man," Ron said turning back to Harry. "Don't worry about it too much, besides, this will make it easier for me to buy you your Christmas present."
"Oh my," Hermione said suddenly. "I haven't mailed out my parents' gifts yet." She suddenly stood up. "Sorry I got to go take care of that," she then walked quickly out of the room. Ron looked between his best friend and his sister and listened intently to the silence that fell over the room.
"Yeah, well," Ron said standing up. "You really should get your rest Harry."
"Yeah, I know," Harry said. Ron, however, could tell he didn't want the company to leave.
"I'm gonna stay her for a bit," Ginny said looking up at her brother. "I want to have my knee looked at, it got hit pretty hard by a bludger and it is hard to walk on it."
"Okay then," Ron said. "I'll see you two sometime tomorrow, I'll come by with your treats after we get back."
"Okay," Harry said. "I'll see you then."
Ron turned and walked away as Harry turned his attention to Ginny. He had no Idea what they were talking to one another about, but he knew it couldn't be anything important. He closed the door behind him to the hospital wing and then headed down to the common room. He stopped outside as the Fat Lady opened her eyes. "Password?" she asked looking at Ron.
"Leviosa," Ron said. The portrait swung open and he turned around to the sound of someone running behind him. Hermione stopped just in front of him.
"Well, they're off," Hermione said. "I do hope they get there in time."
"Relax," Ron said. "Your gifts always got there at least a week ahead of time before."
"Well, I am a little late in mailing them," Hermione said.
"Not that late," Ron said as he turned and walked through the portrait not wanting the Fat Lady to get all mad at him for making her wait. Hermione climbed in behind him. "The other students don't leave for home till after tomorrow."
"You just don't know my parents," Hermione said sitting down in one of the chairs, and for the first time in months not having a book propped open.
"No, I guess I don't," Ron said not wanting to get into an argument.
"So, where are you going to want to go first tomorrow?" He asked knowing that they would probably change some plans around now that it would just be the two of them.
"How's about we decide tomorrow," Hermione said. "I am exhausted, and it's gotten really late."
"Okay, sounds fine," Ron said and then couldn't think of anything else to talk about so he just sat there looking out the window at the falling snow.