Ron (A.N, almost typed Rupert for a moment) awoke in the Hospital Wing, feeling so dizzy he felt he may throw up. Ron swallowed down the feeling and sat up, which was a bad idea. He put a hand to his forehead as though to keep his head on.

"Feel alright?" a voice said quietly.

"L-Luna?" Ron stammered, looking around.

Luna smiled once he caught her eye.

"Yes," she said, "You fell quite a long ways."

"Fantastic…what about the game?"

"It was postponed."

"For how long?"

"Until Harry finds a new keeper."

Ron felt all the air escape from his lungs. His eyes burned and, again, he felt like he may throw up.

"A new keeper?" he croaked, "A new…a new keeper?"

Luna put her hand to her mouth, then removed it seconds later.

"I wasn't supposed to say that," she said, "I just…overheard."

Ron then did begin to cry. For some odd reason, he didn't mind doing it in front of Luna. Something inside him just told him that it was…okay.

"I'm sorry," Luna said quietly, she moved from sitting in a chair next to him, to sitting on the bed and patting his back.

The doors opened and Harry and Hermione walked through. Harry had damp hair from his recent shower and Hermione was pale white. Only Luna noticed this, for Ron was too caught up in his own thoughts and tears to notice anything.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

Harry also sat down on the bed and asked the same question.

Ron just continued sobbing, but said some words like,

"How could you…keeper…why?…"

But Harry seemed to understand,

"Ron. I'm not letting you play until you decide to take better care of yourself."

Ron muttered something else, Harry paused before he spoke again,

"I don't know why, either. But I don't want you getting hurt! And you will hurt yourself if you don't keep getting yourself sick. But, until you don't get so sick anymore, I am finding a new keeper."

The door burst open again and Ginny stormed inside. Ron immediately looked away from everyone.

"Harry," Ginny said calmly, though she looked slightly mad, "How could you let him play? You know he wasn't in the right state to play!"

"He wanted to play," Harry said, not looking at her and still rubbing his hand in a circular motion on Ron's back, "So I let him."

"But you could've stopped him," protested Ginny, "If Dumbledore hadn't been at the game Ron could have seriously injured himself!"

Ron was listening quietly, everything they were saying was true…but he was barely focused on that, he was more focused on Luna's hand, which was settled on his arm.

"You think I didn't know that?" he heard Harry snap, "I let him play because I thought he was finally in good shape to play!"

"Because he ate two bites of food in the past two days and slept once?"

"Ginny," Hermione said quietly, "Harry's finding a new keeper until Ron is in better shape to play."

"Good!" exclaimed Ginny, "Now you finally have some sense!"

Ron heard a sob escape from his lips. Just the harsh words of "new keeper" was enough to make him forget the warmth of Luna's skin on his own for a fleeting moment.

Everyone became silent. Then Ginny walked over to face her brother and she said,

"Ron, even you know you aren't well enough to play. And it's just until you clean up your act! Just because you think your two best friends don't care about you is not a reason going around trying to slowly kill yourself!"

Ron nodded, looking up at his sister. Ginny then stood up off the bed and left the Hospital Wing without a single disgusted glance at anyone.

"I'm going to go talk to Madame Pompfrey," Hermione said, walking over and knocked on Madame Pompfrey's office door.

Harry and Luna proceeded to talking softly to Ron, who was still in a state of shock. Hermione walked out of Madame Pompfrey's office about fifteen minutes later.

"Madame Pompfrey says you'll be out in a week," Hermione informed Ron.

"A week?" Harry exclaimed, "Why?"

"She says he just needs some potions and some time alone," Hermione replied rather harshly, "So, come on Harry…Luna, you coming?"

"No," said Luna, shaking her head, "I'll stay here for a bit…make sure he's okay."

"I'm fine," lied Ron, who was still in shock and slight anger.

"Rubbish," Luna said, she turned to look at Harry and Hermione, "Go on. I'll take care of him."

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, but then left. Ron looked up at Luna.

"I don't know how you're putting up with me," he muttered.

"I know as much as you," she replied, pulling both her legs onto the bed and crossing them.

Ron crossed his own legs and stared at her, tears still streaming down his face. He studied her for a moment, then leaned forward and kissing her, another short kiss. Then he pulled back.

"What was that for?" Luna asked in a curious tone.

Ron cocked his head to the side with an almost studying expression on his face.

"I've never felt this way about anyone except Hermione…but a few hours ago when she kissed me for good luck…I felt nothing," Ron replied, "How do you make me feel like that?"

"I'll answer when you say how you make me feel the way I do now."