A/N: O my God! I got a review! Thank you so much Oliver's Quidditch Crazy! I'm flattered. This is my first fic so any input is really appreciated. I'll try to update as often as possible; I know there's nothing more annoying than a person who doesn't update in... like... half a year, or something.

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By the time Ron came to the sun was already filtering through the trees above him. His head was throbbing, and his leg even more so. The blood had finally clotted, but it still looked pretty serious.

"Bloody Hell..." He tried to stand, but couldn't will himself up. He slumped back down to the ground to ponder what was going on.

"I have to get to the Hospital Wing... how on Earth did this happen?" He went back to last night, trying hard to remember.

"I was outside, walking, and then... then I was attacked. But by what?" He pushed himself further. "A wolf, it was a wolf!" His eyes shot open with realization.

"And the full moon, a werewolf! No, no not a werewolf... that would mean... that would mean that I'm... I'm..." He couldn't bring himself to say it. By now he was fully awake. Tears were starting to well in his eyes.

"I can't go to the Hospital Wing. If Madam Pomfrey checks me over she'll have to know what happened to me. She'd be sure to tell Dumbledore, and after that it wouldn't be long before the rest of the professors and all the students found out. No, I'll have to deal with this myself."

He forced himself off the ground into a standing position. "Ah, right then. I can make this work." It hurt pretty bad to put weight on it, he'd have to try and make his limp not so obvious.

If he hobbled up to his dormatory quick enough Harry and Hermione might not notice he had been out all night. It proved harder than he thought.

"Damn leg... I can't believe this..." He cursed as he made his way through the great oak doors.

When he got to the Common Room he was greeted with a warm welcome.

"Ronald Weasley! We were worried sick! Weren't we Harry? Sometimes I just don't understand you! Harry said you didn't come up to your dormatory all night. A little stroll around the grounds, hmph!"

"What, you mean the two of you were sitting here waiting for me the whole time?"

"No, around midnight we decided we needed our sleep and went up to bed. Not that we could sleep well knowing you were out wandering around in the dead of night. This morning then we woke up before everyone else in hopes that you would come back for breakfast." Even Harry seemed a little pissed. "So, tell us, where the Hell were you?

Time for a good lie.

"Well...I was walking around the lake, and I got kind of tired, so I just thought I'd lie down for a minute... and I guess I fell asleep. No biggie."

Harry seemed like he totally bought it. "Just don't ever pull a stunt like that again. We were going crazy last night."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry."

"It's okay. Why don't we all go and get some more sleep?"

"Sounds good to me."

Ron hoped Hermione had fell for his lie. She just stared at him peculiar-like the whole time.

"Ron, are you limping?" She called out to him as they made their way toward the separate staircases.

Time for another juicy lie.

"Yeah, probably. Sleeping on the ground all night has that effect on a person." Harry let out a small laugh, though Hermione just kept a quizzical look plastered on her face.

"Right then, see you both at breakfast."