Sorry it's taken me forever. I've gotten sick. I think I have mono. I know. HORRIBLE. But anyways, here it is.

Disclaimer: Rupert's miiiiiiiiine.

Hermione waited patiently until she heard Snape say that class was dismissed. She said goodbye to Harry, she knew he was making his way to Transfiguration, and walked rather quickly back to the common room. Placing her books carefully on the couch in the seating area and then looking around at who else was around her. She didn't want to look stupid going up into the boys dormitory, but it wasn't exactly like she could call Ron down. He was obviously sick.

She saw the coast was clear and quickly walked up the steps into the boys dormitory. Luckily she had been up their before, with Ron and Harry. So she knew just where to go. As soon as she was approaching Ron's bed, she thought it would be good to announce her presence.

"Ronald?"

Hermione hearing no response, took the liberty of walking closer over to where his bed was, only to see him sprawled across his bed, eyes closed, covers off. His cheeks appeared more red than usual, and his nose read as well. His arms were laying over each side of the bed, hanging off the sides while his legs were spread as well. An immediate frown appeared on her face. It was the saddest thing ever. He truly did look sick, even though at the same time, he looked so delicate. In the most angelic way. It seemed kinda girly, but that's what she thought of when she looked at him. He seemed so fragile, it simply broke her heart. She didn't know what to do.

"Ron..." She called again, softly, not really wanting to wake him up. But she wanted to try to help. She watched as his body stirred a little, his arms drawing in as he turned on his side, facing her. He opened his mouth for a second before placing his head on his hands. "Ron." She called again, more stren, watching as his eyes slowly fluttered open.

At first, Ron had no idea what he was seeing. It seemed like it was Hermione in front of him, but it couldn't be.. could it? But his head was pounding so hard, it was extremely hard to concentrate.

"Ron, are you okay? You're scaring me."

And by the sound of the concern in her voice, he widened his eyes, focusing more on the person in front of her. As if he couldn't tell by the voice, he now realized it was Hermione.

"Bloody hell, 'Mione. This is the boys dormitory." He replied, trying to sit up, his arms pressing on the bed to push himself, but failing, to which he just laid back down.

"Ron, I'm fully aware of that. Thank you very much. I've come to see if you were okay." She couldn't help but frown as she talked to him. It was just to sad for her to bare. She took a few steps closer to the bed, pressing her hand against his forehead, and then each side of his cheek. "You seem hot."

"Thanks, I know." He smiled slightly before replacing it with a serious look. He didn't know what she was doing, to be honest.

"That's not what I meant, Ronald. What doesn't feel okay?" She asked, her voice full of concern. It made Ron want to smile, but he didn't.

"Uh... My head hurts a bit.. I feel slightly light headed.. I don't feel like I can do much.." He didn't know what to say. "And every now and then, it gets hot, and then cold. It's quite annoying actually." And that must have been the reason he had his blankets pushed down.

"Why don't I help take you to Madam Pomfrey?" She asked, thinking she could definitely help him with something like this. She knew it seemed like he didn't have a lot of symptoms, and as if it was just like a little cold. But she had felt like that before. And it could feel like the worst thing in the world.

"No. I'll just sit it out. I don't want to get teased for going to her, for just some small cold. I'll be fine 'Mione. I swear, let me just go get dressed and I'll go to the next class." Truth was, he didn't like going anywhere when he was sick. As if he didn't already feel hopeless enough, fully well. He began to get out of bed before Hermione pressed her hand against his chest and lightly pushing him back against the bed.

"That's a negative, Ron. If you are not going to go see Madam Pomfrey, then you are not going to class. And you are not going anywhere." He could tell she was serious by the look on her face. It scared him, quite frankly.

"It's not that big of a deal, honestly. I'll just sod it off."

"You look terrible." He truly did look sick. His eyes looked tired, and blood shot. He seemed like he couldn't hold his own head up. "And I mean that in the nicest way possible." She added quickly, seeing the confused, yet hurt look in his eyes.

"Well what am I supposed to do? I don't want to have Gryffindor suffer, because I'm being a little girl about things..-"

"You aren't Ron. Dont' even think of that, it doesn't matter. You need your rest."

"'Mione, really-"

"I'm gonna stay here and watch after you. I'll get you some water, and a wet washcloth. I'll be back. Stay laying down, if I come back and you've moved at all. I will hex you. You understand me?" She asked, her eyes staring into his crystal blue eyes. Still gorgeous as ever, no matter how tired he was.

He swallowed slowly then nodded. "Understood."

"Thank you." She then turned on her heels and walked out of the dormitory, going to complete her tasks. She had never once missed a class before... And she had to admit, she was nervous. But it was worth it.

She'd do it for Harry too.

...Wouldn't she?

I'm so horrible at ending's and I apologize greatly. Read and Review. Obviously another chapter on the way. :]