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Chapter 17: The sickness of love

"Love makes you sick. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
In the head, in the stomach, in the heart. It is the worse kind of
sickness but to have it is the greatest gift."- Anonymous

Ron's stomach fluttered the whole time everyone else ate. Just knowing that she was thinking about what the last note said, made his whole stomach tie up in knots. It felt like he had swallowed a caldron of bubbling potion.

"Are you feeling alright Ron?" Hermione asked. She had just looked over to ask him what he made of the riddle when she noticed his face was a little green.

Ron sat for a minute then finally shook his head. His stomach was getting worse with idea that soon he would have to tell her. "My stomach's a little queezy. I think I'll go see Madam Pomfrey." He said putting a hand on his stomach. He swung his legs over the bench and stood up. Hermione watch as he headed for the door.

Ron wandered out of the great hall, his hand resting on his uneasy stomach. He knew it had come down to the last little bit for him to do. Then he would wait for her to find him. That's when it would be his time to spill. Somewhere between now and midnight it would be done. He would have told her. He would know her answer.

He reached the stairs and started to climb. As he did so a horrible thought came into his head. What if she didn't solve the riddle? What if she didn't find the note? What if she didn't come? Everything would have been for nothing because he knew there was no way he would be able to tell her tomorrow. What nerves he had now convinced that he had to do it, would surely be lost to the other side. It was now or never. He couldn't put it off anymore.

Suddenly his stomach couldn't take it any longer and what little was in his stomach decided to head back up. Ron dashed for the nearest boy's rest room and barely made it to the sink before it all came up.

Ron sighed as he turned on the faucet and washed out his mouth. He gurgled some water and spit it in the sink. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He turned off the faucet and took a deep breath.

"I can do this." He told himself. His voice echoed off the walls. Finally after a minute to realize he could do it, he exited the bathroom and headed for Gryffindor tower. Here he retrieved his bundle of roses then escaped to the room of requirement. He didn't want anyone to find him. Here he could do the last of the set up while Hermione figured out the riddle.