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Hermione was still sitting on her trusty couch when she heard someone knock on the door again, she wasn't surprised this time as Harry had suggested he was going to come back. She opened the door and beckoned him in, closed the door after them and sat cross-legged on the couch looking expectantly at him.

"Listen, don't get angry 'Mione, but it was Ron's fault his leg got broken. He was having an argument with Malfoy and wasn't listening to Greene when he told him to move. So, he didn't move and got hit with a spell that richocheted off the wards around a warehouse we were trying to get into. He was blasted into the air and landed awkwardly, I heard his leg snap it was disgusting!"

Hermione laughed lightly at Harry's scrunched up face as he described the snap. She told Harry that Ron hadn't woke yet, and was up in their bed with his leg up higher than his head to ease pressure. She told him she was going to take him to St. Mungos as soon as he woke.

"Why don't we take him now?"

"How?"

"We can carry him like me and Malfoy did, it's not too hard. Or we could floo there, they've opened an emergency floo line straight to the hospital."

They decided it would be easier to floo, as you couldn't apparate in Hermione's house and there was a fireplace in the bedroom. Soon enough they were in the emergency department of St Mungos, being seen by one of the healers who regarded the cast with a bemused look on his face. He shook his head, laughed and muttered something about "Oh muggles..." before returning to remove the cast and magically repair the bones in his leg. All in all they were at the hospital for about half an hour, and Ron was back in bed before he even woke up.

Just as Harry and Hermione were settling on the couch with mugs of hot chocolate she heard a knock on the door. She sighed as she got up, feeling as if the day would never end. She was surprised when she saw Draco Malfoy standing on her doorstep.

"Hello"

"Alright Granger... Sorry, Weasley. I came round to see how Weasle is."

"Um, right. He's fine... We've just got him back from St. Mungos, they fixed his leg. Oh, gosh sorry come in..." Hermione said after realising they were both stood on the doorstep.

Draco perched awkwardly on an armchair and greeted Harry, who was smirking apparently about the way Draco was sitting.

"Relax Malfoy, make yourself comfortable..."

"He can't," Harry laughed "he also didn't listen to Greene, but didn't break a leg. Just landed awkwardly on some gravel"

Hermione laughed guiltily, before asking if he was okay. Draco grimaced and glared at them both, before nodding.

"I got the house elves to help me pick it all out of my back. My robes are ruined and my shirt was covered in blood. Nancy shouted at me, then helped me put some Savlon on my back. Yes, Weasley I use muggle remedies" He replied to Hermione's shocked look.

Neither Harry nor Hermione were laughing now, as they realised he was really quite sore. Suddenly they heard a noise from above, and realised that Ron was awake.

"I think that's my sign to leave" Draco said, he said goodbye and disapparated from the front garden with a small crack. He left just in time, as Ron came downstairs groggy and irritable.

"What the fuck happened?" He demanded, as he saw Harry and Hermione on the couch together. He sat on the chair Draco had just been sitting in as Hermione got up to reheat the soup she'd made earlier. She heard Harry explain what had happened to him as she poured the soup into a bowl and made herself another hot chocolate. She put the soup down on the coffee table and sat back on the couch, legs drawn up in front of her. She was quiet as Ron and Harry spoke, finding herself not wanting to talk to Ron. She was annoyed with him for paying so little attention to his job on a dangerous task. She was annoyed with him for making her stay up late, she was even annoyed with him for waking her up this morning as he would mention it for weeks. Somewhere deep down she knew she had to talk to Ron about it, but she also knew she wasn't brave enough to do it when he was already annoyed at having to work with Malfoy. She wasn't scared of Ron by any means, but since the war she participated in as little conflict as possible.

Ron gulped the soup down and yelped when it burnt his mouth. "What the fuck 'Mione, are you trying to kill me?"

Hermione glared at Ron, anger was bubbling up inside her, she could alsmot feel it underneath her skin.

"No Ronald, I was not trying to kill you. It's not my fault if you're going to pour the stuff down your throat without checking the temperature first. I'm going to bed, don't join me."

Ron stared at Hermione wide eyed as she went up the stairs to their bedroom, clutching her mug of hot chocolate and her blanket.

"What did I...?"

"Mate, do as she says and ask her in the morning" Harry said sensibly, before apparating from the garden, leaving Ron alone in the living room with a bowl of steaming soup and a burnt tongue.

Author's Note: I'm trying to make each chapter at least 1000 words, but less than 2000. I think a story "grips" you better if the chapters are shorter. Thanks for my first two reviews!