Harry just went to his next class. Hermione arrived fifteen minutes late and gave Professor Binns a note to excuse her. She went and sat down next to Harry, who said,

"He's sick isn't he?"

Hermione didn't reply. Harry couldn't help smiling smugly at her, he pulled out parchment and dipped his quill into the ink to start writing notes, that's how happy he was that he was right.

"We can get him back after this class," Hermione muttered.

"Okay," said Harry.

After class, Harry and Hermione both headed to the Hospital Wing and met up with Madame Pompfrey.

"He's all better," she said, walking over to a crib that she had most likely conjured, "Just had to give him a bit of watered-down coolant potion."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Hermione asked in a worried tone.

"I said 'watered-down', and I only gave him a few drops. His temperature is normal and I kept him for a few hours to make sure his temperature stayed normal."

Harry picked Ron up (he stayed asleep) and said,

"Thanks, Madame Pompfrey. We were both worried."

Hermione looked at Harry with slight disgust in her features, she stiffly picked up the diaper bag and both she and Harry walked out of the Hospital Wing and headed for dinner.

"You're mad at me, aren't you?" Harry asked.

Hermione did not answer. Harry stood in front of her.

"So now you're mad at me for being responsible?" he asked, "Just yesterday you were mad at me for being irresponsible and now you're mad at me for being responsible."

Hermione ignored him and walked right past. Harry followed her to the Great Hall, all the while formulating a plan for the next day.

The next day (A.N Lol) was the game. Hermione took Ron to see Harry before Harry headed off to the fields. Little did she know his plan.

"I'll see you later, Buddy," Harry said, "See you, Herms."

Before Harry went out to the field, he went into the locker rooms and talked to his teammates.

The door to the locker rooms opened.

"Sorry," said Ginny, "I forgot about the thing, Harry. I was up in the stands when I saw Hermione and I remembered-"

Harry cut her off and said,

"It's fine. Just wait in here until I'm able to come back in."

"Alright," said Ginny, she glanced at a clock on the while, "You have fifteen minutes…maybe we'll win by then."

"I don't know," said Harry, "Slytherins looking a lot better now that Malfoy is gone."

Finally the team filed onto the field and took their positions. Madame Hooch gave her usual little talk, then blew her whistle. Harry flew around the field, watching the game and looking for the snitch. He glanced down to the stands and spotted Hermione and Ron, Ron watching the game as intently as he had been when he was 14 and watching the Quidditch World cup.

He glanced at his watch and noted that he had ten minutes.

There was no sign of the snitch anywhere. Harry circled the field over and over, watching the game and dodging Bludgers. He flew by Seamus, who was just as good as Ron was…which bothered Harry profusely.

"You're doing great!" he shouted.

Seamus looked up and grinned. Then he said,

"You leaving?"

"In about 8 minutes!"

Harry dodged a Bludger and then hovered between the stands and Madame Hooch. He finally spotted Hermione leave and told himself to stop the game in 5 minutes.

His eyes scanned the field, not spotting a glimpse of gold. The Slytherin seeker didn't seem to be having any luck either.

Finally he called a time out and told Madame Hooch that he was switching positions. She said it would be fine and Harry flew down to the locker rooms.

"Ready?" he asked Ginny, walking inside.

"Ready," she said, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," said Harry, grinning, "Go on out."

Ginny grabbed her broom and flew out of the locker rooms and onto the field. Harry heard the game continue as he changed quickly into his Hogwarts uniform. He then rushed out and headed to the castle.

He ran until he came across the 5th floor, then he started walking so he could catch his breath. Finally he opened the classroom door. Heads turned and Harry said simply,

"Sorry I'm late, LaRaine."

I am currently writing "The Rupert Grint Story", lol, and if I can trust you I will allow you to send me an email (please have the subject as TRGS or I will delete it) asking for the first few chapters.Basically its about Rupert sort of having too much pressure because he's become a top male model (lol) and he's sort of breaking down. it's kind of depressing, as all my stories, but its different! What I meant by being able to trust you, is that i dont want you to psot it naywhere and take credit for it, because that's happened to me :(. So send an email asking for the first few chapters if you like, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE entitle the subject as "TRGS" ro you CAN be sure that i will not read it.