Hermione woke to the sound of cursing and a slightly painful burn on her right cheek. She opened her eyes and sat up. Ron was cursing and swatting at his face which had somehow caught on fire.
"Ron, what did you do?" Hermione gasped.
"HOW DO YOU GET THE BLOODY FIRE OFF MY FACE?!"
Hermione's brow furrowed, then suddenly she realized what had happened. Her hand flew to her burned cheek.
"Ron did you - Ron did you kiss me?" She asked in amazement.
"JUST TELL ME HOW TO GET THIS STUFF OFF!" Ron desperately swung his wand and dumped a bucket of water on his head. The water completely soaked his clothes and most of Hermione's bed, but it didn't do anything to the lively flames dancing off his cheeks.
"Hold still," Hermione muttered. She reached for her wand on the bedside table and muttered a charm. The flames quietly died down, leaving Ron's hair a bit singed.
"What was that?" Ron asked, confused, after he had finished cursing.
Hermione's lips twitched. "Someone cast the kissing curse on you," she explained. "Until you work the counter curse, your face will burst into flames every time you kiss someone."
"Blast that Madam Pomfrey! So it wasn't a sanitizing charm that she cast on me, was it?" Ron said angrily.
Hermione looked amused. "Well, she might've."
Ron suddenly realized something. "Oh, well, I just, I mean, I thought you were asleep, I didn't want, well I think I'd better go see what Madam Pomfrey wants me to do next," He blustered. Ron awkwardly backed out of the curtained area surrounding Hermione's bed.
"I'm helping Madam Pomfrey today, she said that was a suitable punishment for sneaking in at night." Ron explained as he left. "So I'm pretty busy I have to go."
Hermione watched him leave, then dried the floor and the bed with her wand. She heard Ron slip on the smooth floor of the hospital wing and chuckled as he tried to perform the drying spell in between curses.
Hermione's hand touched her cheek lightly. The burn was still there. Had Ron really kissed her? But why? He couldn't possibly feel the same way she did about him. So why did he kiss her? Nothing was making sense.
Hermione looked at the clock, trying to get her
mind off her tingling cheek. 10:08. So that would mean that she had slept, what, ten hours? She stretched her arms out and winced at the pain. Why couldn't bones just heal with the touch of a wand?
She remembered when Harry had to have his bones re-grown in his second year. That had taken quite a long time.
Hermione looked around searching for something else to think about. There was a window behind her. When she stretched her neck up, she could see that it gave a splendid view of the forbidden forest. She must be in the fourth bed on the right hand row. That meant that she was right across from the bed Ron stayed in a few weeks ago.
Ron. Why couldn't she get that name out of her head? Because he kissed me, she thought, he kissed me when I was sleeping. Her mind suddenly collected itself and she wondered where it had been the whole time. She sat up in bed and threw her arms up happily, mindless of the small but sharp pains in her left wrist. "Ron kissed me!" she sang joyously.
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