(A/N: Okay, haven't done a chapter in a while, so sorry! Like anyone's even reading this…lol. If you liked it, please review and I'll love u 4ever! Lol, I'm not lesbian!)
Dumbledore was concerned. Or at least his face showed that he was. Finally Dumbledore stood up, carrying Hermione.
"Ron, please alert Professor McGonagall that Hermione is ill."
Ron couldn't resist. "How ill, sir?"
Dumbledore thinks he's worried. I'm the one in STUPID LOVE WITH HER!
"I'm not quite sure, yet. I have my suspicions, but I need Madam Pomfrey's confirmation. Harry, if you could go tell Madam Pomfrey's that she'll have a new patient, I'd appreciate it. Mrs. Thatcher, if you could please continue the class?"
Harry went out. Ron hesitated, looking at Hermione. She was very pale and looked very dead.
Hey, since when have you been a doctor?
Ever since I gave up on Ron the Brave.
Oh. Well, you should make good money.
I hope. Maybe it'll be enough to buy Hermione's love.
Hmm. Nope, you're going to have to be Bill Gates.
Who's that?
Filthy, bloody rich Muggle.
Is he dead like that Disney guy?
Um…no.
You know a lot of Muggles.
My dad loves them.
Apparently you do too.
I do not!
Like father, like son.
Shut up!
Hahaha. You suck!
Don't I know it…
Ron stopped. He was at McGonagall's office.
Smooth. You're here. Now try a password.
Um…dammit!
Nope, didn't work. You actually thought McGonagall's password would be the same as Dumbledore's?
Well…just thought…you know…
Ugh, this sucks!
Dumbledore's used to be candy…
How do you know?
That's what Harry said…
Oh…try some!
Okay…Fickle Fingers! Gum Wands! Sugar Quills! Vampire Suckers!
Nope, nope, nope, and nope.
I can SEE that.
Hermione's going to die, just because you can't get into McGonagall's office!
CRAP! BLOODY CRAP!
Whoa. Anger.
CRAP!
"Weasley, would you care to inform me as to why you are swearing so profoundly at my office gargoyle?"
Good job, Ron.
I know. Genius, I tell you.
"Well?"
Ron turned around to face a slightly smiling, amused Professor McGonagall.
"Well, Professor, Hermione fainted. Again. In Defense Against the Dark Arts with the sub Mrs. Thatcher, so Dumbledore's worried. Or I think he is. He wanted you to know…"
Professor McGonagall wasn't amused anymore. She looked stern and anxious.
"Weasley, did Dumbledore take Miss Granger to the Hospital Wing?"
"Yes…she should be there probably by now."
"Come along."
"So…no DADA?"
"What? No dada?"
"I mean," Ron said, blushing, "no Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
McGonagall studied him for a few seconds. "Yes, I think you can afford it. The sooner Miss Granger recovers, the sooner you can learn the work."
Ron blushed again.
Are you trying to make a tomato proud?
