A/N: Woo hoo! I've reached the milestone of 50 reviews! I would just like to take a moment to bask in my moment of glory.

Okay. Basking done. But seriously guys, although I absolutely LOVE the fact that I've gotten so many reviews, I only receivedten reviews last chappie. I mean, do you WANT me to post people's names that aren't reviewing?

I think not. Lol. Joke.Call me a review whore, (I am, after all) I don't mind. Anyway, I'm sure you're all gonna love this chappie! Hehe! (And I hope you've all noticed how quickly I've updated. I'm so proud of myself!)

Thanks to: shadow929, elflover, CatherineMcq, Banoffee, MotherCrumpet, lucid-03-days, shayacatalystscifigirl, sarcastic spastic, scared-of-open-spaces and Suffles101 for reviewing! Feel free to review more!

October 10th

I hate the Hospital Wing. I mean, I've been in it so many times it's not funny. Madame Pomfry even knows my name. How scary is that? Like, the only other person's name she knows is probably Harry's because he keeps almost dieing and stuff.

Just this morning she was all, "Hello, Miss Bell. About time you've woken up." And when I asked her how long I'd been out for, she was like, "oh, just two days."

TWO DAYS! That's like, two days gone! Bam, two days that I will never, ever get back. Two days that I will regret for the rest of my life, and when I'm dieing I'll be like, "I could have been dieing two days later. Damn you, Alicia!"

So Alicia Marie Spinnet has taken two days off my life. When I get my hands on her… No, just kidding. I mean, who would try and murder their best friend? (Aside from a certain someone named ALICIA?)

And what's even scarier is the fact that I was here just four days ago. I think I've broken a new record. Voldemort will have to try and kill Harry twice in a week before someone will be able to break it!

And do you want to know what's even sadder than the fact that I've broken a record for Person to Most Frequently Visit the Hospital Wing?

Yeah, the fact that there weren't even enough little roomy things for me and Lee to be placed in a separate one. Seriously! All the little midget second years tried to like, play with the Giant Squid or something, as so they all have their own little room with the curtains drawn.

What do I get? HALF a room, and I have to share it with LEE JORDAN of all people. I mean, come on woman! That should be against the school's policy. A girl and a guy being placed in the same freaking-tiny-midget room. Do you KNOW how small these things are? Like, my whole family could probably only just fit in one- if we were all standing up.

Besides, who knows what we could get up to in the dark. Not that I would do anything with Lee, seeing as how I'm still pissed off at him and everything, but still. Madame Pomfry doesn't know that.

AND there's not enough room for two beds to be placed in it, so someone has pushed them right up next to each other. I suspect that was Fred or George, because no matter how crazy Madame Pomfry is, she wouldn't put another patient next to another one in case I contacted cooties or something from him. Not that I still believe boys can give me cooties. But still. It's Lee. One never knows what germs he is carrying.

But for Fred and George to have moved our beds together, that must mean that they have visited us in hospital. I hope George feels guilty, just sitting back and letting Alicia try to kill us. At least if he had helped we probably would have been knocked out. On second thoughts, though, seeing as how George is a Beater and is used to smashing hard balls with a wicked hard bat, it's probably a good thing he didn't help.

And if Fred and George visited, that must mean Angelina and Alicia have visited, too. Merlin, I hope Alicia feels guilty, just trying to get us to 'kiss and make up'. Yeah, 'Lic, we kissed all right- and had several bones broken as a result!

I feel my tooth with my tongue to see if I have a chip and scream suddenly. Because I HAVE NO TOOTH! Where I should have a tooth- even if it's chipped- there is a HOLE!

"Bell! What's wrong?" Lee shouts, sitting up straight in bed like those people you see in mattress ads where they can't sleep and then a voice tells them they should have a posture-medic bed and they'll be able to sleep knowing they have money well spent.

"I DON'T HAVE A TOOTH!" I scream at the ceiling, as loudly as I can. I mean, I am not a vain person by nature. But knowing I have a great gapping hole in my mouth isn't doing wonders for my self-esteem right now. I'll look like the five-year-old kid who just ate the last cookie!

For his part, Lee DOES look a little concerned. "I know," he says. "You kept turning over to my side and breathing in my face, and because your mouth was open I could see the freaking huge gap."

Well. At least he isn't lying and telling me it's only a little space. "WHY DO I HAVE A CANYON IN MY MOUTH?" I yell again. It's making my voice go all wheezy.

Madame Pomfry appears and glares at me. "You're waking all the little ones," she tells me crossly.

Hello? The little brats are only three years younger than me! I'm sure they don't mind losing a little sleep! "Why don't I have a tooth?" I ask in what I consider to be a much calmer tone.

Madame Pomfry flinches. Evidently I wasn't that much quieter. "Well," she begins, not all that sympathetically, "your friend said you fell down some stairs when you were sliding on the banisters. I hope you know that it wasn't a very smart thing to do-"

"WHAT?" I shout, flailing my arms in the air. "I did NOT slide down the banisters! Do I look that stupid to you?" I ask Lee, seeing as how he is watching this all very interestedly.

"Well," he drawls.

"Don't answer that!" I snap at him, then turn back to Madame Pomfry and draw a deep breath. "Look, Madame Pomfry," I say in what is a sweet tone for me. "What really happened was that my bitch-of-a-friend, and her bitch-of-a-boyfriend smashed our heads together then took their time examining us and finally transported us here on a waterbed."

Madame Pomfry blinks, then begins to look angry. "Do you actually expect me to believe that load of nonsense?" she demands.

"Er… yes?" I say meekly, shifting a bit towards Lee. I'm not a wuss. Madame Pomfry can just get very scary when she's mad, and besides, I had run out of steam. Normally when that happens, I just run away as fast as possible from the person I was screaming at. But seeing as how I was currently incapacitated, I was going to let Lee handle this.

Which makes me wonder: if Madame Pomfry didn't see a waterbed, exactly how DID those two get us here? Then again, I'm not sure I want to know.

"Your tooth wasn't there when that nice boy and his friend brought you in!" she says.

Oh, he didn't. Yes, I think he did. George Weasley… I think he… I think he pulled out my TOOTH! I can't believe this. I KNOW I had my tooth before we were dropped onto the waterbed. I remember, because it kept going all wonky and it was really annoying me. If I ever get out of this fricking place I am going to KILL him! "I am going to murder him!" I mutter under my breath with vengeance. This will be the LAST time George Weasley ever takes anything of mine again!

"What?" Lee whispers, confused.

I ignore him. "Hello? That nice boy pulled out my bloody tooth!"

"Out!" Madame Pomfry screeches. "I will not have you talk to me like that! Out with the both of you! I will report this to your head of house! Get out!"

I roll my eyes and get out of bed, pulling at Lee's sleeve. "Come on, Lee, I know when we're not wanted," I say with emphasis, sending a dirty look at Madame Pomfry's back.

"Um, Bell?" Lee asks hesitantly.

"Yeah?" I ask, dragging him towards the door, past all the little midget second years.

"You might want to put on some clothes first," he says, snickering.

Oh my god. I don't want to look down, in case I look, and I'm not wearing anything! I check, and to my absolute HORROR I am wearing something. That something is a frilly pink nightie, with little hearts all over and, to top it off, it has little white, lacy bows surrounding the hem and necklines.

It's worse than the being-naked-in-public-dream. Way worse. I feel physically sick, like I'm about to spew. I mean, who actually owns something like that? Apart from… Alicia. Oh. My. God. She didn't. Yes, I think she did. Alicia Spinnet… has given me… one of her granny nighties… in an apparent effort to be nice.

How could she do this to me? How? I mean, we've been best friends for YEARS. Does that not mean anything to her? For years I've ridiculed her hideous choice of bed-wear, and now she has finally had the opportunity to force it upon me. I mean, I knew she hated the whole 'wearing trackies and a tee to bed' but did she have to go this far? To actually swap my trackies for a NIGHTIE?

Lee looks sympathetic. See, Alicia? Even LEE JORDAN knows how much I absolutely DETEST frilly things. Even more than I detest carrots. Or spiders.

And that's when I let out a blood-curdling shriek, making everyone in the entire Hospital Wing rush out and stare at me. "How could she do this to me?" I wail. I am an absolute mess. It's horrifying. Now everyone will know my weakness- frilly pink nighties. My mum has told me many times that it's sad when the sight of a pink nightie can send a girl into tears.

Lee takes control of the situation. "Do you want one of these?" he threatens the kiddies, gesturing at my nightie. Everyone looks slightly scared, and rushes back into their little curtained box. "Come on, Katie," he coaxes, gently leading me towards the door by placing a hand on my back. "Just a little further."

We get to Madame Pomfry's office and Lee knocks. "Madame Pomfry," he says conversationally, "I was just wondering if Katie could have her things back?"

Madame Pomfry glares at him and sighs heavily. "I suppose," she grumbles, going over to an old chest and waving her wand at it, causing the clothes to fly out and hit me in the face. I don't even make a motion to catch them. Lee does, and doesn't even blush when my bra accidentally falls off the pile. He is one in-control guy.

"What's wrong with her?" Madame Pomfry demands, taking action.

"Oh," Lee says slowly. "She's just, uh, had a shock." Understatement of the year. THAT'S all he can come up with? Jeez. Even I could have come up with a better excuse than that.

Madame Pomfry takes my temperature and pronounces me "Fine," and then Lee drags me back down to our cubicle.

"Put these on," he demands, shoving my clothes in my face and shutting the curtain door.

I slowly put on my navy tracksuit pants, and then my bra. Just as I try and put on my white and blue tee shirt, I get stuck in it and fall back through the curtains.

"Help," I mumble through the material. I'm sort of embarrassed that Lee's seeing me half-undressed, but it's nothing he hasn't seen before. In first year, he accidentally walked in on me getting changed. (Don't ask me how). But because he was like, eleven, he was all, "Ew! Yuck!" and ran out of the room.

"God, Bell," he mutters, hauling at the hem of my top. "Do I have to dress you, too?"

"Um, yeah," I reply, grabbing my jacket and shrugging it on. "Let's go!" I pull on his hand, and we quickly leave before Madame Pomfry chases after us.

"Hang on!" I say, stopping just outside the door. "How come you didn't have a frilly nightie?" I just figured if Alicia felt guilty enough to give me one of her precious nighties, she must have given Lee one too. Then again, Alicia probably went out and found some frilly pyjamas.

Lee takes it all in stride. "I got frilly pyjamas," he says, "but I knew you'd get scared if you woke up and saw them so I got changed into my clothes just before you woke up."

That is so sweet. He thought his pyjamas'd scare me so he changed! "Oh," I say, "Thanks."

"No problem," Lee says.

We walk in silence for a while before I think of something. "We're missing Hogsmeade!" I exclaim.

"Nah," Lee dismisses. "We're missing Muggle Studies. Hogsmeade was yesterday."

"Right," I reply. "Well, I'd rather be running away from Pomfry with you than being in Muggle Studies glaring at you," I say, in what I consider to be an offering of peace.

Lee smiles at me. "Thanks, I think," he says, raising his eyebrows. "Me too."

We've almost reached the common room portrait when I say, "Sorry I didn't get to go to Hogsmeade with you."

"What?" Lee stops.

"You know," I shrug. "I was going to say yes, but then you ran away." I elbowed him in the stomach. I would have elbowed him in the upper arm, so as not to be too cruel, but I was too short.

"You were going to say yes?" Lee asks, amazed.

I roll my eyes. "Duh," I say sarcastically. "Of course. But then you ran away."

"Sorry," Lee offers. "So do you want to sneak off to Hogsmeade next Saturday?"

I smile and pretend to think about it. "Okay," I say, "But as long as we don't go to Madame Puddifoot's."

"Deal," Lee says, grinning and going through the portrait.

It's only then I realise the whole time we were walking we were holding hands, too.

Hehe. So Katie agreed... I mean, was there ever any doubt?