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Chapter Seven: A Glint of Green
God my head hurts. I really shouldn't have been so stupid... Geez, my entire body hurts. Stupid bloody heavy person……

For the next few hours that person simply sat in their bed and waited. For anything, they didn't know what. A breeze, a friend, a disembodied voice, a freak earthquake, a cheese pizza; anything would suffice. But anything did not happen. In fact nothing happened. So that person sat there, not knowing what to do, or at least not wanting to put forth the effort to know what to do.

Harry awoke inside an empty looking infirmary only to find that he was just as alone as it looked, and his arm was healed. He felt a bit disoriented, but assumed it was just a side-effect of his recent healing. He stood up and swayed around the room trying to remember which bed was Hermione's. Was it that one?...no it was the one in the corner. Yea it was the one in the corner……wait, no, that was Malfoy's. Or was it?...Jesus, I don't know. But I am feeling a bit dizzy. And with that Harry fainted onto a nearby bed which was not Malfoy's or Hermione's.

"Harry, Madame Pomfrey……where are you," Screamed a now, quite frantic Ron.

He had come back from the bathroom to find the infirmary dark and silent. He had then walked down the two rows of beds in hopes of finding someone. After a few minutes of walking, he realized that he should've reached the end of the infirmary by now, but instead it had kept going. "You're going bonkers," Ron had thought "Honestly, the infirmary is expanding? If you were to tell Hermione that she would send you to the infirmary….. Well at least I wouldn't have to walk too far. The infirmary is just bigger than you remember, that's all. You'll come to the end of it soon enough. Honestly……" then Ron had broken into a brisk walk, looking nowhere but into the black mystery that lay before him.

After a few more moments he broke into a run. He ran and ran, and even though he was sweating, and had a pain in his side, he didn't stop.

"Harry, Madame Pomfrey……where are you?" He ran some more. "Harry, Madame Pomfrey…..Hermione!"

"Yes?" A voice answered from behind him.

Ron stopped dead in his tracks. Had he just heard what he thought he had heard? Ron pivoted on his foot and turned to face Hermione; a very live, out of coma, Hermione.

"Your here? But, but how, you were in the bed, and you were going to…." Ron's voice had slowly trailed off until it became completely silent. No noise came out when he arrived to the end of his sentence, but he still mouthed "die".

"Honestly Ron, did you really think I was going to leave you alone; you, the one who doesn't take care of anything? Without me you'd be a homeless dropout by this time next year. No offense or anything, but really Ron, why would I leave you?"

"Well," He thought about the back handed insult he had just received and frowned, "I didn't really think it would've been your choice to make, whether you left me or not."

"Well it was. And I chose you. So here I am." There she was, standing in front of him live as, well, something that lived. But was she real? Could he touch her?

He reached out towards her face. Ron could feel his fingertips tingling with anticipation, anxious anticipation. What if she wasn't real? He didn't know what he would do if she wasn't. Then it happened. His fingers touched her soft skin and found there way through her hair. He wrapped his other hand around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Ron," Hermione giggled nervously and looked into Ron's eyes searching for an explanation to his actions. She didn't have time to find one, not before Ron put his lips on hers and melted into the feeling. "Ron," Hermione gasped in between breaths, "what are you doing."

"Well I think that's a bit obvious," he half laughed, half muttered, before pressing her even closer.

"Ron!" squealed Hermione. "Stop it, stop it now," she struggled in his arms until she managed to stomp on his foot hard enough for Ron to leap back in agony.

"Ouch! What was that for Hermione?" Her actions had utterly shocked Ron. What had he done?

"What on earth do you think your doing? The way you kissed, and, touched, and, well, you'd think we were a couple or something."

"Um, Hermione, we kind of are," Ron stated, slightly exasperated. Hermione's acting dumb act had been cute at first, but now it was just annoying. He started towards her again, but stopped when he saw her trembling. She was scared, had he done this to her? God, she really didn't remember, did she?

"I'm with someone else Ron… You know that. Oh," She straightened up slightly and plastered a smile on her face. "Here he is. I've got to go." She brushed past him without a second glance. He turned to face her direction of departure just in time to see the corner of a green robe disappear into the darkness. This guy, whoever he was, was making her think otherwise. He had to stop him.

Without a second thought Ron ran into the blackness that surrounded him. "Hermione …Hermione, Hermione, Hermione….." He thought he caught a glint of green from the corner of his eye. He turned and tripped over something hard. "What the…" He looked back to see what had tripped him; a toilet. I could swear that wasn't there a second ago. He slowly crawled towards it. He felt drawn to it; magnetized. Ron grabbed the rim and pulled himself up until he was looking straight down into the shiny porcelain bowl. It looked strange somehow. He didn't know what it was but-

Ron woke to himself puking, once again, into third stall toilet. He blinked a few times and looked around him. "Jesus, it was only a dream." Thank god.

Earlier, finding the thought of accidentally puking up on Hermione a bit, forgive the pun, unappetizing, Ron had made his way to the Lou and had temporarily holed up in the third stall to the left.

He sat there for a couple more hours doing, what he now considered his least favorite pastime. After a while he began to feel a bit better. When Ron finally decided he was well, he stood up, washed out his mouth, and walked out into the hall. I'm all better. Can I get three cheers from the telepathies? No? Oh well, that doesn't really matter anyway. All that matters is that I am better, and I can see Hermione. Halfway across the hall he got sick all over a passing Peeves, who was not able to discover the culprit, because Ron ran straight back into the bathroom.

At that very moment Madame Pomfrey walked out of her office to check up on her patients. She was surprised to find Harry out of his seat. "With the amount of pain medication I gave him he should've been out for hours." But before she could become frantic she found him passed out on a bed. Madame Pomfrey dragged him onto the bed completely and tucked him in. She then continued to check on her other two patients. She arrived at a bed, slung open the bed curtains, then jumped to find a pair of eyes staring at her.

"My goodness, you're awake."

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