Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I had finals, and have been studying my brains out! Also, please don't hurt me, but after a very well made point, I have decided to bring back the stupid redhead. Well, here's the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot… so sad.

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"How are you feeling Ron?" Hermione asked in a hushed tone.

"The Healers said that I should be ok," Ron said in a bitter tone.

"What did they say to make you sound so angry?" Harry asked.

"It wasn't anything they said to me, it's what they said about me," Ron said, clearly annoyed by what he was about to confess. "A bunch of them were standing around my bed when I was sleeping. One of them had a loud voice, and it woke me up, but I didn't open my eyes 'cause I wanted to hear what they were saying about me. Well, I heard, and it wasn't nice.

"They were talking about the accident and how I was going to make a full recovery, but then one of the girls said 'you mean a near full recovery right?' I was freaking out, because I thought she'd say something about how I might lose an arm or something. Then one asked what they meant, and they said 'you remember what happened don't you?' then they said they. At that point I was getting really anxious then the one started whispering, and I could barely hear them and she said 'I gave him potions, I performed spells, but my magic can only go so far. For, neither you nor I can fix the stupidity of a teenage boy.' Then they all started laughing at me!"

Both Harry and Hermione followed in the steps of the Healers, as Ron's ears turned a bright red. "Why are you laughing at me?" Ron asked, clearly humiliated.

"Let me put this as gently as I can," Hermione said in between fits of laughter. "That was a very, very wise Healer."

She and Harry began laughing all over again. "Ron, she's right you know," Harry said after he was done laughing. "It wasn't very smart to tempt a dragon."

"It wasn't my fault!" Ron exclaimed.

"Ron," Hermione said rolling her eyes. "How is this not your fault? You wanted to steal an egg from a dragon that Charlie said not to go near."

"Maybe I shouldn't have asked Ginny to bring me the mirror," Ron grumbled.

"Maybe we should continue this conversation later," Hermione suggested. "If the Healers won't even let you go home, it probably isn't a good idea to be getting you all worked up, it isn't good for you."

"It sounds to me like you just want to get rid of me," Ron snapped.

"Ron stop being a git," Harry said forcefully. "She's just worried about you, and the way you're treating her, I don't know why she bothers."

"Did you guys have a nice snog when I was away or what?" Ron grumbled. Luckily for Harry and Hermione, he hung up before he could see his two best friends blushing like mad.

"I don't know what his problem is," Harry said angrily.

"He's just embarrassed," Hermione said soothingly. "He's jealous that he was put in the hospital for trying to copy a stunt that you did without the least bit of trouble."

"I didn't do it without getting hurt, I burnt my arm!"

"I know that, and you know that. If Ron wasn't so thick headed when it comes to girls, he'd have realized that before he was almost killed."

"It's still no excuse for the way he spoke to you," Harry said.

"Harry, I think that the little comment upset you more than it did me," Hermione said with a slight laugh.

"I just don't think that it's right of him to treat you like dirt when you're always helping him, getting him out of trouble, and not asking for much in return."

"Harry…" Hermione started, but she trailed off.

"What? What did I say?"

Hermione smiled at him, "How is it possible that you can be so sweet, and not even realize you're doing it?"

Harry blushed, "That's not fair. You can't answer my question with a question."

"I guess you're right," Hermione said giving a slight giggle. After a moments silence she added, "I can't believe we're going to Hogwarts in just over a month!"

"I don't know how I'm going to get my school stuff," Harry admitted. "I can't go to the Burrow since the Ron and his family moved."

"I'm going to Diagon Alley this weekend," said Hermione. "My parents and I could pick you up on our way there."

"Hermione, you're a lifesaver," Harry said with a yawn.

"Thank you Harry," Hermione said, a slight blush rising in her cheeks.

"It's only 11?" Harry asked glancing at his clock. "It feels way later than that."

Hermione yawned as well, "That must be why Ron was so cranky. He needed to get to sleep."

Harry laughed, and quickly regretted it; "I'll be right back."

No sooner had Harry hid the mirror inside his pillowcase than the door to his room slammed open, revealing a very purple-faced Vernon Dursley. "Get out of bed this instant," he snarled.

"Why?" Harry asked in what he hoped sounded like an innocent voice.

"Because I heard you laughing, and talking to someone, and I'm going to find out who right now."

"And me getting out of bed is going to do what exactly?" Harry asked turning over and pretending to go back to sleep.

"You're hiding someone in that bed and I'm going to find out whom and how."
Harry stood up, threw back his blankets to show his uncle his empty bed. "Happy now?"

His uncle was anything but, for he vividly remembered being woke up in the middle of the night by an old wizard who so kindly informed him that Harry could do magic on his 17th birthday. "You could have shrunk someone… or made them invisible or something."

Harry yawned widely then pointed to the closet filled with Dudley's clothes, "My Invisibility Cloak is over there, and as you can see, no one's using it." He pointed to the desk behind his Uncle, "And my wand's right there, I can't do complex magic without it, so there's no way I could shrink someone."

Uncle Vernon glared at him, his face was so purple it looked as if he'd been holding his breath since he stormed into his nephew's room. "You were talking to someone, and no normal person would be talking to you, so therefore they'd have a… a thingy."

"You mean a wand," Harry suggested. His uncle didn't respond, just glared even more. "Fine, have it your way," Harry said stepping back so his uncle could have a better look at his bed.

Uncle Vernon searched the entire bed, not finding anything suspicious. "If I hear you talking one more time, I'll glue your mouth shut," he warned before turning around and storming out of the room.

"That was a close one," Harry said after he was absolutely certain that his uncle was back in his room.

"How did you know he was coming?" Hermione asked, from what she could hear on her end, Mr. Dursley hadn't made a sound.

"I set up a little trap outside my bedroom," Harry said with a smirk. "I put up a security charm a foot from my bedroom door, he can't come near me, without giving me a heads up."

"Wow," Hermione said in awe. "That's a good idea. When did you set it up?"

"A couple days ago, when he came barging into my room while I was changing my clothes."

Hermione blushed, and didn't respond.

"Since you stopped talking," Harry said yawning once again. "I think I'll go to bed."

"Ok," Hermione said, still blushing. "I'll see you this weekend Harry."

"See you then Hermione."

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Do hate it, love it, don't care either way? I think this'll be my second to last chapter, because they're going back to Hogwarts soon, and then they really won't need the two way mirrors to talk to each other. Please review!