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Ron stripped to his boxer shorts and slipped the navy blue dress robes over his head. (A/N: I'm so retarded….I put "suit" in the first chapter….I'm so sorry. Forgive me) He tugged at the fabric and stepped out of the bathroom to take a look at himself in the main hall. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. He wrinkled his nose. Why did he always look so scruffy- even when he dressed up? He fingered the embroidered silver W on the left side of his robes, still eyeing his reflection.
In the upstairs bathroom, Hermione was just pulling on her own pale gold dress robes. She knew there was a full length mirror in the main hall so she decided to see how she looked. She entered the hall but stopped when she saw Ron standing front of the mirror. He stared at himself but she knew he was being critical not vain. She stepped towards him. "Hi, Ron."
He jumped and turned around. He was just about to tell her off when he stopped abruptly. "Wow." He breathed. Hermione looked slightly uncomfortable under his gaze, but pleased.
"Do you like it?" She asked. Ron could only nod. Hermione blushed she suddenly felt weak. She set a trembling hand on his shoulder, causing her entire arm to tingle, she smoothed out the fabric. "It was nice of Fred and George to pay for the robes. And well worth it too. You look very handsome, Ron." She said looking into his blue eyes and smiling.
He stared right back at her, his ears turning slightly red. "No, I don't."
"Yes, you do, Ron." She said seriously. Ron looked down at the floor, his ears redder than ever. Hermione couldn't hold back a giggle.
Ron's head snapped up. "What?" He asked, looking nervous.
Hermione laughed again. "Nothing, you just look cute when you're embarrassed."
He gave her a lopsided grin." So I'm handsome andcute?" He batted his eyelashes. "Tell me about my eyes, Hermione."
She laughed again and pushed him playfully. "Hey!" He said in mock anger. He grabbed her and began tickling her.
She shrieked with laughter. "Ron! Ron, stop!" She laughed, hitting his hands.
Bloody hell. Ron thought. Here's the girl of my dreams in my arms and all I can do is tickle her. He stopped, but didn't let her go.
Hermione gasped for breath. She looked up at him; he was smiling down at her. She wondered if he could feel the electricity between them of if that was all in her imagination. Please kiss me. Please just kiss me. Can't I you see how great we'd be together? He had his arms wrapped tight around her waist, she put her hands on his chest so they lay their casually. He lifted one of his hand to her head and smoother her curly hair away from her face.
"You're beautiful, Hermione." He said. She began to protest but he stopped her. "I don't mean just looks. You're truly beautiful in everyway and I-"
Just then, Harry burst in, panting and shaking. "There you are! Help me!" He said, he looked very green and scared. Ron and Hermione reluctantly pulled apart and went to Harry's aid. He fell against the wall, still shaking.
"Harry, what is it!" Hermione asked, all of her romantic feelings temporarily pushed away.
"Ron." He gasped. Ron stepped forward. "You're brothers are insane."
"Who, Fred and George? Yeah, I know." Ron answered, feeling disappointed that Harry had crushed the perfect moment with the girl he'd been in love with for seven years, just to tell him something everyone already knew.
"No." Harry said. "You don't understand." He was still shaking. He got a crazed look in his eye as he began to tell his story. "They asked me to help them. They had a new skiving snack box they wanted to try out, right?" He gave another jolt. "Only this one was for convulsions." Ron and Hermione looked at each other, surprised. "So I figured hey, just a little shaking and then they give me the antidote. They must have used too much of whatever the hell they used. I had convulsions, but then I started having these hallucinations. And, Ron," He grabbed Ron by the front of his robes and pulled him close so he could hiss in his ear "There were bunnies everywhere."
Ron burst out laughing. "Ron!" Hermione screeched. "That's not funny! They must have really traumatized him!"
"Oh come on, Hermione, he'll be fine." Ron said as Harry gave a particularly large shake.
Ron and Hermione continued to argue. Harry shook again and left them, bickering and oblivious in the main hall.
He fell onto the couch in the living room, still shaking and feeling cold. He thought the hallucinations were coming back because he saw Ginny walking towards him. He reached out to her to see if she was real or just another side effect. "Harry?" She asked, looking worried. Her voice sounded far away and muffled as though he was under water. He shook again but still didn't speak. Her eyes widened. She kneeled beside him and put a cool hand to his cheek and forehead. "Harry, you're burning up! Mum! Mum, Harry's sick!"
Mrs. Weasley came hurrying in, looking worried. Harry shuddered again. Mrs. Weasley put her hand to his forehead just as Ginny had done, she yelped. "Harry, you have a fever." She said as she put the blanket from the back of the couch over him. Ginny was still kneeling next to him, holding his hand and looking extremely worried.
"How did he get so sick, Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"I don't know. He hasn't said anything."
Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened. She smoothed Harry's hair back. "Harry, dear, you have to tell me what happened so we can fix it."
Still inexplicably unable to speak, he pointed silently to the ceiling where bangs and clangs from Fred and George's room could be heard.
Mrs. Weasley and Ginny looked at each other, their faces reddening with anger. "FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY, YOU GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" Mrs. Weasley roared.
Suddenly all the racket upstairs stopped. A door flew open. "Mrs. Weasley, plezze!" Came Fleur's voice. "Bill iz trying to rest!" And the door shut again.
Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth to yell again but Ginny stopped her. "Don't worry, Mum." She checked her pocked to see that her wand was still there. "I'll get them." With that she went upstairs with every intention of showing Fred and George her new and improved Bat Bogey Curse (A/N: or is it jinx?).
She loves me. Harry thought happily just before slipping out of consciousness.