"Hello, Potter. Looking for him?" Blaise Zabini jabbed his thumb over his shoulder at Ron.

"Let him go," Harry growled, the rain running down the back of his neck.

"And what if I say no?" Blaise asked, smiling maliciously.

"Give him to me, or I'll throw you off this tower." Harry said through clenched teeth. Blaise seemed to consider.

"What if I throw Weasel first?" Blaise picked up a broom and looked set to mount it but Dumbledore raised his wand before Blaise could get to the edge.

"Accio," The broom flew into Dumbledore's outstretched hand. "I suggest, Mister Zabini, that you hand Mister Weasley over to his friends."

Blaise looked from one to the other. It was almost as if he didn't quite know what to do.

"Fine!" He cried, sinking to his knees. "I only did it so you'd know what it felt like Potter! You took Draco away from me, I was only returning the favour!"

Harry glanced at Hermione and the two of the skirted Blaise and ran over to Ron, kneeling next to him. The rain fell harder on their backs as they began to untie the bonds.

"Harry," Hermione said suddenly as she removed the gag. "Ron's not breathing!"

"What?" Harry froze.

"He's… he's not breathing…" She said quietly.

Harry glanced up at Dumbledore who was keeping Blaise a safe distance away.

"Help," he said to himself. He took a deep breath, the rain drenching him. "Right, Hermione, go get Madam Pomfrey."

"What're you going to do?" Asked Hermione standing up.

"Try and save Ron's life," Harry muttered. Hermione ran off, leaving Harry to re-enact his dream. "C'mon, Ron…"

He blew air into Ron's lungs, hoping that he'd begin to breath.

"C'mon…"

The rain came down harder and faster. Harry didn't even notice Hermione return with Madam Pomfrey. All he could think of was Ron.

Harry awoke covered in sweat, panting. It was dark and the only thing he could make out was the bed next to him. Madam Pomfrey had made Harry and Hermione stay in the hospital wing overnight because of the 'stress' that Blaise had caused them. He put on his glasses and could make out Hermione, asleep. On the bed the other side of Hermione was Ron.

Harry smiled and got up, carefully padding over to his best friend. Ron had been fine once Madam Pomfrey turned up. Apart from marks on his wrists where he'd been tied up, you couldn't even tell that he'd been kidnapped.

"Hello," Ron muttered, spotting Harry.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Nah," Ron sat up. "You ok?"

"Yeah, just had a bad dream." Harry replied. "Blaise didn't hurt you did he?"

"Not half!" Ron said in a loud whisper so as not to wake Hermione. "He tried, but he didn't get far. Stupid idiot forgot to take my wand off me when he kidnapped me."

Harry smiled.

"It's my fault," he muttered.

"How is it your fault?" Asked Ron frowning. "You didn't tell Blaise to kidnap me."

"No, but people have vendetta's against me. If it weren't me you were with then Malfoy would never have found out and then he wouldn't have dumped Blaise," Harry said sadly. He glanced at Hermione. "I managed to drag you both down with me."

"Harry that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" Ron said, whacking his pillow of Harry's head. "You know, me and Hermione do realise that we'll have to take some risks to stay friends with someone who has a mass murderer after them, but it's our choice in the end."

Harry smiled.

"I'm gonna get you for that!" He whispered, climbing up the bed and tickling Ron.

"Stop it, we'll wake Hermione!" Ron giggled as quietly as he could, squirming under Harry's touch.

Harry paused. He grinned at Ron, leaning on his elbow next to his friend. Ron stared into Harry's emerald green eyes.

"You know… Blaise said he thought you were pretty cute and probably would've asked you out if I hadn't got there first…" Rose said, smiling.

"Oh did he?" Harry said raising his eyebrows. "Well aren't I mister popular?"

"Course he said you're nowhere near as good looking as I am…" Ron trailed off as Harry began tickling him again.

"I'm gonna fall of the bed!" Ron said gasping for breath.

"No you won't," Harry said, stopping to pull Ron closer. Ron went slightly red but didn't object.

"You know, when Blaise kidnapped me I was watching you sleep…" Ron said very quietly, his ace barely an inch from Harry's.

"Yeah?" Harry asked, watching Ron carefully.

"Yeah. I was going to wait until you woke up and do this," Ron closed the gap and kissed Harry. It took Harry by surprise but he soon softened into the kiss.

When the finally broke it was only because of lack of air.

"Took your time," Harry said smiling.

"Worth it though wasn't it?" Ron said, still slightly pink around the edges.

"You bet." Harry grinned, rubbing Ron's bandaged wrist.