Des sat staring off into space. Why, of all people she knew that have had bad things happen to them, had Ron been picked? He was a poor boy, a redhead lost in a hospital full of white. She still loved Ron, she always would, as a friend. She was in love with Jack now, and Ron was in trouble. Why her? Just because; she had been turned into a vampire, Mike had turned his back on her, Craig was looking for her, Her sister had died, and she fell in love, all in one year? No. This wasn't fate. Something horribly wrong was going on here. She could sense it as Hermione and Dean entered the hospital room. Their faces were filled with a solemn look, fear replaced happiness of even seeing them on their way in. They didn't want to be associated with her.

Des still sat in a chair and scooted it in, and Jack followed. They pressed their chairs as close as they could towards Ron's bed. She sat there, looking at him, tears forming in her eyes. She knew it would happen. The only noise in the room was the breathing machine making it's beeps every couple of seconds. She whispered to Jack what her options were. At first he didn't understand. But quickly he knew.

She knew what she had to do.

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Des waited until the last visitor for Ron came and left. She had been discussing this idea of giving him the life of a vampire all day with Jack in the cafeteria, and he had finally agreed. Now all she had to do was execute.

Though the nurses were constantly in and out, Jack stood outside the door and told them that the last visitor was having a moment. That made them leave because if it was one thing that all the doctors and nurses had realized when Ron was admitted there was, it was that he was very loved and very popular.

Des gave one last glance to the Ron that she knew. She knew that they would have to take care of him. None of the Weasley's would approve of this. She leaned over to the side of his neck and moved one of the cords. Then she bit into his neck, and released her vampire blood into his bloodstream. She stepped back and waited.

"Jack!" He came running in, and looked at her. She had tears in her eyes. He wasn't moving. At all. Ron just lay, as he did before, quiet and still. Jack looked at the mark on his neck; it went through the skin.

"Des, you have to wait."

She stopped crying and looked at him for a minute. "Wait? For how long?"

He paced the room and glanced out the window. It had to have been at least 8 pm outside. And what time did she say he died at? 8:56 am. Hm. In 12 hours, he'd be awake. He'd be in Ireland probably, the most popular vampire place anywhere.

"Four hours, D. Four whole hours."

He helped her up and they sat in the chairs. It was gonna be a long night.

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Early the next morning around 1 am Jack heard movement in the room. Jack woke up to find Des with her makeup kit out, covering up the bite wound.

"Whatcha doin' sunshine?" Jack blurted out, squinting his eyes because the light was on.

"Fixing this up. I had a dream that the Weasley's got here first and couldn't figure out what this is. And they finally did. I was scared."

He got up from his chair and grabbed her hand. "It's going to be O.K. and you know it."

She put her stuff away and told him she would go make a quick phone call.

"Hey, Oli? ... It's Des."

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As Jack sat in the room, he noticed that Ron began to stir. His legs moved, his arm moved and he was definitely snoring. Loud.

Jack sat up and looked around, as if it was a trick. Ron started breathing on his own, and kicking his legs up in the air. Jack jumped up and shook him gently to wake him up.

"Oh HEY, mate!" Ron had the biggest smile on his face. "How are you?"

Jack should his head in disbelief, and talked to Ron. Everything was fine to Ron, apparently. He was very well rested, and his neck hurt a bit, but Jack would explain that to him later. Des ran in, and started talking.

"I talked to Oli, and OH MY GOD! RON!" She ran over to his bed and gave him a kiss on the cheek and started giggling.

"Wait, what if the nurses? And ?"

Jack had already worked this out. They break out of the hospital, and the family would probably hold a service for Ron, so all three of them would attend.

This would be of course, after they explained everything to Ron, who couldn't be happier to be awake. He started singing and as Jack pulled the cord off his arm, they found his clothes in the closet and let him change quick. They only had a few minutes before the nurses started making their runs.

Ron was ecstatic about everything. Before they left he kept giving Jack hugs and Des kisses on her cheek. Finally they were able to get out and catch the train.

On the train they tried to explain everything to Ron.

"So who are you?" he said curiously to Jack.

"I'm uh..Jack. Well right now I live in Ireland. I'm the son of a vampire and a witch. I own a few bars. I saw what happened to you that caused you to be asleep for such a long time."

Ron looked at him confused, but nodded. "And Des? What are you up to?"

Des looked around at the people on the train. They were all reading or sleeping.

"Well, I don't have a job right now, because we have a dog that is so needy but very loving."

'And,' she said in her head, 'I'm pregnant.'

Ron smiled. "That's wicked awesome.. Wicked, wicked awesome..."

'Des is pregnant... wow..' Ron thought. He loved the fact that when he woke up he could read into people's minds. He'd tell Des he knew later.

They got off the train and didn't even walk 10 feet when Oli approached them.

"Hey Jack, Des, Ron." Ron nodded, though it was clear that he had never met Oli.

"Ron, this is my brother," Des started, "We both live here most of the time, in Vancouver."

"Want a drink, man?" Jack suggested. Ron smiled and shouted that that was a super idea and that everyone could use a drink. Oliver headed them towards his bright red Ford oversized truck.

"The bar's a little bit away. Why don't we show you around on the way? Des?"

Des had passed out on Jack's shoulder. There was no chance of waking her.

When the weasley's reached Ron's bed, they were expecting a body. Ron's. There was a new one there already, a Jack Beffle,who had no idea where this Ron was they were talking about but knew that his leg definetely had to be broken. Yeah. Real helpful.