"No, I'm Head Healer Beckham," said James. This was clearly a ruse, some type of scheme to confuse all of them. Two wands suddenly raised into the air. Ginny stepped back as Harry and Ron stepped forward, holding their wands with both hands. James jumped back suddenly, dropping the clipboard he was holding. "Put those down. What's wrong with you?" he asked, a look of shock mixed with terror on his face.

"You're James, that's our problem," said Ron, walking closer to James. "No, no," said the man, trying to calm Ron and Harry down. "I'm Head Healer Beckham! How many times do I have to tell you?" he said, trying desperately to convince them. Ron made no move to lower his wand, but Hermione saw Harrys drop a few inches.

"Now, calm down, or I will call security. I am Corium Beckham, Head Healer, my name is not and has never been James," said the man. "But you look exactly like him!" said Ron, not wanting to admit he was wrong.

"Ron! He's not James," said Ginny suddenly, making Hermione jump slightly. She had been so focused on Ron and James that she forgot there were other people in the room. Ron turned back to Ginny, and then back to James. Harry had lowered his wand immediately at the sound of Ginny's voice, and now Ron did the same, stowing it back in his pocket.

"It's impossible," said Ron, walking back to sit on Hermione's bed, placing one hand on top of the blanket where Hermione's leg was. Corium picked up his clipboard and walked forward, although he still looked a bit worried. "Sorry about that," said Ginny, polyjuice potion, you know," said Ginny offhandedly.

"That's impossible, I would've known," said the Healer, scratching his head. "He's lived in America since I got there, and he finally came back a month or two ago," said Hermione. Corium looked in shock at her. "The guy who it was was our old school enemy, avenging his best friend, but he's insane now, so its okay," said Harry, not even taking it as a big deal.

That was how Hermione wanted it to be, sure, she, Ron, and Dylan had almost lost their lives, but that was part of the reason she wanted to forget it ever happened. It was too painful for her to think about how stupid she had been.

"I'll have to remember to type a report up on that," said the Healer. Ron suddenly leaned back and put his lips to Hermione's ear. It was amazing that his touch made her shiver. "How do we know he's telling the truth?" asked Ron. Hermione smiled and turned her head so her lips were on his ear. "We don't," she smiled. He pulled away from her, stunned that she seemed to be amused, and then turned back to face the room of people before him.

Hermione cringed as the man she had once thought she had known moved about, checking her IV, taking out her IV, looking at her head. Ron suggested more than a few times during the Healers short visit that they get someone else, but Hermione just wanted to go home, to rest. Harry and Ginny stood off to the side most of the time, whispering in each others ears quite occasionally, but Ron refused to leave her side.

After about 15 minutes, Corium left and Hermione was free to go. She changed quickly out of her nightgown with help from Ginny, mainly because her head still hurt a little and she was still feeling a little numb and woozy.

As they all walked out of the room, ready to apparate, they were stopped by the gorgeous brown haired healer who had made sure Hermione still had the baby. "Here," he said, handing her a bottle of pills. "What's this," asked Hermione, stepping away from the grip Ron had around her waist. "Special pain pills, they'll help with your head and stomach, and they wont affect the baby," he said, smiling a very sexy smile at her. "Oh, well thank you," she said, taking the small bottle of pills from him.

"We better go," said Ron, pulling Hermione back to him and apparating her on the spot. They arrived back in their apartment, Ron's arm still around her waist. He didn't even take time to say anything to her before his mouth was on hers, trying to relieve the pain he had felt nearly an hour ago when he thought they had lost the baby. "Mmm, Ron," mumbled Hermione. He took her face in his hands, moving them up to her head. "Ow!" she said loudly, the ache on her head hurting even worse now.

"Dammit," said Ron, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head lightly with his lips. "I'm sorry," he said. And suddenly he was breaking down once again, letting the tears flow freely down his face. "Ron," said Hermione, pulling her head away from his chest and looking into his eyes. "What?" she asked him.

"I made you, I made you!" he said, gritting his teeth in self hatred. "What on earth are you talking about?" asked Hermione, placing her hands on his face. Her pain had seemed to go away as his became apparent. She didn't care about her head anymore, only about him. "I made you go to that damn game," said Ron, biting his lips fiercely. "No, you didn't! I wanted to go," Hermione tried to convince him. He was by now biting his lips so fiercely that they began to bleed. "Ron!" she said loudly. She ran into the kitchen to get a paper towel and folded it up carefully. She ran back into his arms and dabbed it on his lips, wiping away the excess blood.

"I just want to go to bed," said Ron. "Don't you dare blame yourself for this!" said Hermione, throwing the paper towel down. "I just don't feel like talking," said Ron, turning around to walk down the nearest hallway.

"Why does everything always have to be a god damn fight?!" yelled Hermione after him. He turned back, looking surprised at her sudden anger. "Nearly every waking moment we spend fighting, and when we're not fighting we're getting ready to fight or thinking about it," said Hermione, her face flushed with rage. Her head was beginning to hurt again.

"You're fucking stubborn, Ronald, that's what causes most of our problems. You're afraid to admit you're wrong, and when you're right you always think you're wrong. Like now. Stop being so stubborn. I'm sick of it. This isn't your fault, you idiot, so get over it, you don't need to act like that, because its not making people feel sorry for you, god dammit," finished Hermione, breathing loudly and quickly with anger.

"You think I'm stubborn? I'm stubborn? You are always afraid to admit you're wrong, even when you know you're wrong, and when you're right you rub it in peoples faces. I'm not the stubborn one, you are. And I don't know why we fight all the time, maybe its just what we're supposed to do, but it worked for us before, and we're still together now, so we're obviously doing something right," said Ron.

Hermione just shook her head. "Obviously not if we can't go five minutes without fighting," said Hermione.

"I think fighting is what keeps us together honestly," said Ron, and he walked down the hallway, fuming, even more angry and upset than before. Hermione shook her head, wondering why she always needed to start something with him. She walked down the hallway towards their room, and found that he wasn't in there. She changed quickly into her pajamas. Her head hurt horribly, and, remembering the pills she had gotten, poured two out of the bottle and popped them into her mouth, letting them slide dryly down her throat.

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A little boring, a little not boring? Tell me whatcha think. I did decide to continue writing this story because of some reviews I got saying they'd like to read more. I figured out an actual partial plotline now, the Harry/Ginny one is still a bit foggy, but I have great things planned for Ron and Hermione. So please, keep reading!