"Mr. Weasley! Ms. Granger!" The shocked squawk carried through the long hospital ward as Hermione gently lowered the Ron, who was groggily coming around, onto starch sheets of a hospital bed. "What an Earth have you gotten yourself into-"

As quick as his groggy body would allow, Ron rolled onto his stomach and threw his head over the side of the bed. A red sheet of hair followed Ron's jerky movement as he emptied his stomach straight onto the spotless floor.

"-now?" finished Madam Pomfrey, automatically reaching for her wand that was tucked in her white belt. She drew her wand, whispered a few words and waved it over the vomit. Immeditately the pool of digested liquids dried up into nothing, as if it had never been there, leaving a completely spotless floor once more.

Dragging a hand across his mouth, the red head gave a low moan and rolled back into the middle of the bed.

Shooting him a dissapproving, but worried glance, the fierce nurse waved her wand airwards once more, and a bowl of water with a cloth appeared next to Ron's bed. "Hermione, clean him up while I fetch a calming potion for his head-" her brow wrinkled and she continued as an after thought, "-and his stomach."

Hermione reached into the bowl as the rounded nurse walked back down the long ward towards a potions cabinet. Hermione drew out the cloth and squeezed the excess water from it's depths. "Now I wonder why he only stunned you,-" she mopped his brow as she thought aloud, "-he stunned you, but, effectively, he was stopping, Pansy...? Why?" Hermione frowned, rinsed the cloth and began to wipe Ron's mouth.

The doors to the Infirmary shot open with such a force they hit the walls on either side and closed again. Hermione shot around at the noise, her own wand appearing in her hand in a instictive motion. She trained what was essentially a weapon in her hands, her wand, on the doors, which were re-opening at a more cautious pace. A black head of hair peered around the doors followed by a slim body. The owner of the black hair rasied his eyebrows in mild alarm at the wand pointed at him. "Hermione?"

Letting out a sigh she hadn't realised she had held, Hermione lowered her wand and gave a small smile to the raven haired boy. "Harry."

Ron had watched this out of one open eye and opened his mouth to greet Harry. A gurgle of fresh vomit met his lips and for the second time his stomach wrenched, only this time he didn't make it to the side of the bed.

"Gross! Ronald Weasley!" As much as Hermione loved her best friend, being vomited on went beyond the friendship line when you wore new robes.

Ron merely clutched his stomach as he thought a fresh wave of sickness. Hermione frowned in alarm as Ron was sick again. A stunning charm did not have this effect usually. Something was wrong.

Harry strode over to hospital bed with a matching frown to Hermione's. He turned towards her and spoke, "I was told he had only been stunned, why is he-"

"Mr. Potter, please move from under my feet," Madam Pomfrey said, clutching a potions vial of orange swirls as she reached the edge of Ron's bed. She waved her wand over Ron, and a golden light bathed his body. Twitching her nose in concentration she twirled her wand and the light grew denser over Ron's chest. "Well, thats unusual."

"What is?" Voiced the trio as one.

"Mr. Weasley was stupefied, and one expects grogginess and no stabilty when they first come around from the spell, but not sickness quite as violent as Mr. Weasley has. Unless-" she snapped her mouth shut and cut off her own sentance.

On the nurse's last word Ron punctuated the spoken thoughts as he bent over and emptied his stomach for the third time. The entire situation was very reminescent of Ron's third year and the slug incident. Now he was four years older and his tall form no longer appeared gangly, but in proportion to the adult that he had become.

"Oh," he managed, feeling too rough to wonder at what the nurse hadn't said.

"Well, Mr. Weasley, it appears your body dislikes being stunned. This does happen at times when the body was perhaps suseseptable to a slow brewing cold, the stupefy spell tends to enchance this sickness to be, and thrusts it onto the unwary individual in one go. Not very pleasent as you have probably realised. I can give you this tonic, however, your body most run its natural course against what would have been a cold in a few weeks, and you will be vomiting again tonight."

Madam Pomfrey handed the orange vial to Ron which he took in an unsteady hand. He swung the vial back and opened his mouth. Spluttering as the liquid ran down the back of his throat, Ron almost threw up for the fourth time there and then. Hermione reached out to rub his back in soothing circles as he handed the vial back to the nurse.

"He must rest tonight. Hermione, Potter, along with the both of you now." Madame Pomfrey shooed them with her hands and Hermione retracted her hand from Ron's back. As soon as she had done so Ron fell back into the cushions on the bed.

"Ron, mate, we'll come back tomorrow as soon as possible," Harry said, and winked as soon as Madame Pomfrey turned her back on the group to put the potion vial in a bowl. Harry mimicked putting a cape on and changed his movement to a rather eccentric hug for Hermione as the nurse turned back half way through his mimick. Hermione squeaked at the sudden drop of an arm around her shoulders, having been lost in thought, and the nurse gave them a funny look as Harry steered Hermione from the ward.

Madam Pomfrey shook her head slightly and turned to face Ron. She waved her wand and pointed it at where the red-head was lain. Distant panic shone in Ron's eyes at the wand being pointed at him until a few whispered words echoed in the large room and he was lying on clean sheets again.

"Mr. Weasley, rest now." With that the nurse drew the hanging curtains to a close around his single bed.

Grumbling quietly, Ron rolled onto his side. He was grateful his stomach no longer persued the urge to leap from his body and tired from the potion he had taken. Ten minutes of silent thoughts later, his eyelids drooped closed and he reached a hand to push red strands from his eyes. The potion took hold completely and he dropped into a deep slumber, his body not resisting in the slightest.

A quiet click and hushed voices sounded out in the deathly quiet hospital ward. Ron did not hear any of this as two figures crouched under a shimmering cloak closed the ward doors quietly and made their way over to his bed. The curtains swept aside as if they had a will of thier own with a soft whoosh. A fairly large imprint sunk into the mattress of the bed by his feet and a raven head appeared, along with a brunette mop.

Harry pulled the invisibility cloak till it rested on his and Hermione's shoulders, thier heads appearing to float in mid air. "He's asleep," he said.

"I did tell you he would be."

"Mm."

"He'll be alright in the morning, you of all people should have spent enough time in here to know that," Hermione smiled through her sentance and leant back onto Harry as they both watched Ron's sleeping form. "Come on, we'll come back first thing."

Harry nodded at his girlfriend and pulled the cloak back up to cover their heads. He felt slightly guilty at having not been their when the Slytherin cronies had launched themsleves on Ron and Hermione. Hermione reached for his hand and squeezed it gently, as if reading his thoughts. Harry smiled at her and they stood up from Ron's bed, the mattress groaning as they did so. Quietly they made their way past the curtains and out of the Infirmary.

A/N: Thank you very much to all my reviewers! You make me smile so! The next chapter should be up in a few days!

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