"Vat vat?" He replied in a rather cutesy manor as Ron had noticed he did around a lot of girls. He had the urge to roll his eyes, but knew that would look too suspicious, seeing as Hermione would have probably thought his words were charming.
"Why the bloody hell are you just standing there for!" He asked.
Krum stared as though he had just been convicted of a very heinous crime. "I'm waiting for you to say something."
Ron could feel his blood boiling making his ears turn red which he apparently still hadn't lost during the change between him and Hermione. "Like what! That I still don't understand what you're doing here! The fact that I just caused one of my best friends to fall off of her broom! The whole thing that I don't understand a single thing that's going on at the moment." He ranted on before he noticed Viktor's change of emotion. "What now?" He insisted.
"She..." Krum plainly stated, not removing a single eye from Ron.
"What?" Ron squinted in confusion.
"You said she...You said that one of your best friends fell off of her broom."
He choked. During his little state of fury, the most important thing had slipped out of his mind. He wasn't Ron...or atleast to everyone else he wasn't Ron. "N...nno I didn't..." The currently brunette Ron sputtered.
"Yes...you did." The older boy replied with his arms folded with a suspicious glint in his eyes.
"Nuh uh..." Ron stated, the echo of himself making him realize that he had just sounded like a four year old Hermione would have.
"What exactly is going on, Hermione...or should I say, Ron...?"
Harry felt the lips that were against his slowly back away. Opening his eyes once again, he saw Ginny staring back at him with a rather horrified look planted on her tomato red face. After seeing the look, Harry sat up, returning to the position that he had once had before the fall. Ginny also pushed herself up, not tearing her eyes away from Harry's.
"Listen Gin...I just..." But it was too late for him to finish. Ginny had already brushed past him in long stride, her direction being wherever she could go to escape.
"Ginny!" He called after her as she turned the corner sharply and continued without turning around. Harry covered his face with his hands as he slumped down on the ground. "Why, why, WHY!" He sputtered angrily.
A single beam of high noon light shone strongly onto the bed of Hermione, making her stir instantly from the discomfort of the sun. Her first reaction was to turn her back to the window, but when she tried to do so, a seering pain stretched throughout her entire right arm. Her eyes instantly shot open from the surprising shock, having the sudden urge to scream.
"I see you're awake Mister Weasley..." Said the hazy, tired voice that became so familiar over the past seven years of their seven years at Hogwarts.
"So it hadn't been just a nightmare" Hermione said to herself as she stared over at the elder Headmaster, knowing that she must still be in Ron's body. She hastily looked down at the arm that had caused her to leap and saw that there was a white cast wrapped around her wrist.
"You had quite a fall...It was rather fortunate that you managed to only have a mere arm injury and minor scratches. Poppy assures me that you will recover in no more then two days and that you should atleast stay the night here to prevent you from breaking anything else." Dumbledore said with a rather amused grin.
Hermione gazed around the Hospital Wing and saw that it was completely deserted. "Where is everyone?" She said quietly, rather positive that every time a player was hurt the whole team and other random people would gather around frantically around the wounded victim...and yet no one was there except for Dumbledore.
"Ah. Yes...well, Miss Granger stopped by only ten minutes ago but was rushed off by Madam Pomfrey." Dumbledore lowered his voice to a dull whisper. "Apparently by now the whole Quidditch team are aware of how frusterated she gets when a bunch of filthy players interrupt her when she's trying to cure the ill...I myself am occasionally afraid of her at time."
Hermione couldn't help but smile at the comment, remembering how many times Madam Pomfrey would shout at her for visiting Ron or Harry whenever they were in the hospital wing.
"Albus! What are you doing here? I didn't even hear you come in!" Madam Pomfrey said as though on cue, bustling towards Hermione and him with a tray full of rather unpleasant looking ailments.
"I do not have the tendency to make much noise, Poppy. Especially when there are many sounds that are louder than my footsteps...Only half a hour ago I was trying not to wake Phineas in his potrait when there was the loudest racket coming from somewhere in the room. Little did I know at the time that Peeves was sawing off the legs of my desk. Naturally Phineas woke and blamed me for the noise. How ironic..."
"That's not ironic, Albus, just rotten luck," She replied as though trying to make a joke with the most strict look burdened on her face. "Now if you don't mind, Mister Weasley needs his rest..."
"Right you are Poppy, " Dumbledore nodded before standing up from the chair he had been sitting on near Hermione's bed. Madam Pomfrey nodded along and returned to her office, knowing that he would follow her orders.
"Rest up, Miss Granger...wouldn't want you to miss the ball," Dumbledore stated with a twinkle in his eyes before swiftly walking away.
It took Hermione awhile to register before she held back a gasp..."He knows...!"