Being Watched While Being Ill

Summary: You'll never know that your best friend loves you back, until he's making you soup and holding your hair back as you throw up. A Ron and Hermione Story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup either.

Chapter One: Finding You

"I can't believe you're going to make me do this." Ron stated, pulling his wand out of his pocket.

"I'm up next for my potions. 'W' will come later." Harry stated.

"But she'll probably be in a horrible mood if she finds out she's late from me. Are you sure today isn't her day off?"

I'm positive." Harry said, slapping Ron on the back. "We haven't had a day off in a good six or seven months."

"That's wrong. You and Ginny both skipped work to go to the park." Ron said. "But I forgave you for that, so lets forget about it. I don't want to do it."

"Ron."

"Harry."

"Ron."

"Harry." Ron said persistently. "She's going to kill me."

"It's all right. I'll send flowers." Harry said, smiling at Ron.

Ron glared at him, as he got his cloak. He put it on, and then was about to apparate when he said, "I hope one of the Healers sticks something up your bum and it hurts."

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Ron apparated to the front of Hermione's flat complex. He took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, watching the small poof of smoke appear in front of his face. It was cold out, so Ron quickly walked up the pathway, nearly slipping on a patch of ice. He caught his balance, and quickly made his way into the complex.

A staircase was towards the left of the door, and Ron took it, taking them two or three at a time, quickly making it to the floor Hermione lived on.

Ron walked to Hermione's door, and knocked on it. When no one came, he started banging on it.

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Hermione lifted the pillow off her face and blinked tiredly. "Yay, someone's come to save me." She slowly got off the bed, and gripped the headboard for support. She was dizzy, and she didn't want to fall.

Listening to the banging on the door, Hermione concluded that maybe her savior could be a little nicer by not banging on the door.

Hermione slowly made her way to the front door, the banging reverberating around her skull. She made it to the front door, and leaned against it. She was tired, by walking out of her bedroom, down a hallway, and into her living room, where her front door was located.

After a moment of listening to the unstoppably loud banging, Hermione reached for the lock. She undid them, and the knocking stopped.

Just as she was about to turn the doorknob, Hermione let go. Her hands flew over her mouth, as her mouth began to water, and her stomach churn.

Ron stood on the other side of the door, confused. He heard the little clicks that the door made when she was unlocking it. Why wasn't the door opening? "Hermione?" He asked.

All he heard was an audible groan through the door, and then heavy footsteps aimed away from the door.

Ron was worried, so he opened the door and entered Hermione's flat. He saw her going down the hallway, nearly running towards the bathroom.

Ron followed her, but stopped short as he heard Hermione at the toilet.

Being the gentleman Ron thought he was, he waited for Hermione outside the bathroom, tapping his foot to a tune in his head, trying to block out the horrible noises his best female friend was making.

After a minute or so, Hermione laid her head on the side of her arm and flushed the toilet. "That's disgusting." Hermione said darkly, realizing that her hair had gotten in the way of whatever was coming out of her mouth. She pulled her hair away from her face, frowning in disgust. "Who's here?" She asked.

"Ron." Ron said.

"Get me a shirt." Hermione said, shakily standing up. "I made a mess of my hair."

Ron did as he was told, and made his way to Hermione's dresser in her bedroom. He grabbed her a shirt from her dresser, and then made his way back to the bathroom. Hermione, from the looks of it, was trying to drown herself in the sink…

In actuality, she was washing her hair.

Ron stood in the doorway, watching as Hermione washed her hair. He was quiet, and held her shirt.

Hermione finished and wrapped a towel around her head. She grabbed her shirt from Ron, and rather pathetically, pushed him out of the bathroom.

Hermione changed her shirt, and threw her other one on the floor rather carelessly. Then she slowly opened the bathroom door. Now she wasn't in a good mood.

"You didn't have to bang on the door." Hermione snapped, walking passed Ron. He was standing outside the bathroom door.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked. "I came here to check on you."

"Well, don't." Hermione lied. She paused in her walking, halfway through the hallway. Her head felt like it was going to explode, and she was getting dizzy. She tried walking forward a bit, and then she stumbled backwards. Before she hit the ground though, Ron had caught her.

"Hermione, what's wrong?"

"I don't feel good." Hermione mumbled, closing her eyes. "But I can manage on my own. Let go of me." Hermione lied.

"I don't think so." Ron said, helping Hermione to her feet. "I'm going to tell Harry that I'm stay with you for the day."

"Ron, I'm fine." Hermione said, trying and failing, to pathetically get out of his grasp. He wasn't even holding her tightly.

Ron shook his head, but didn't say anything. He let go of Hermione, and watched her as she stumbled her way into her living room. He followed closely, making sure she didn't hurt herself.

'Sometimes I hate it that she's so independent.' Ron thought bitterly. He watched as Hermione collapsed onto the couch. "Are you hungry?" Ron asked.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. Ron just sighed. "I'll make you some soup then, when I come back."

"Don't come back! I'll be fine by myself." Hermione said. Ron just shook his head and apparated away.

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BB/N: I'm really stupid. Utterly and remotely stupid.

I kept checking my e-mail today, expecting to find a review, because I was positive I updated this morning, and I was gettng angry! I thought everyone gave up on me.

Just a minute ago, I realized I had finished the chapter, and then got off the computer, not realizing that I hadn't updated. I was getting mad for no reason. That makes me angry.

Have A Nice Day and or Evening!