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I think you deserve an apology so I'm SO SORRY that it's taken this long for an update! I've had really bad writers block for awhile but I managed to finally break it (YAH!) So enjoy =)

Ron sat, stroking Hermione's hair until she fell asleep. Twisting around, he turned to look at Harry.

"How are you feeling, mate?" He asked. Harry was sitting on the edge of his bed, turned towards Hermione's bed.

"I'm alright. I just need to get some sleep and I'll be fine." Harry was feeling the physical effects of the switch more than Ron had and Ron could see that written on his face.

"Make sure you drink a lot. It'll help you feel better."

Harry nodded and attempted to stand but began to waver. Ron left Hermione's side and quickly went to Harry. He stabilized his friend and helped him sit back down.

"Easy, Harry. You may not be sick anymore but your body's just been through a crusade. It's going to take a little while to adjust. Relax, I'll get you some water."

Harry stretched out on his bed and Ron returned with a glass. Harry drank all of it under Ron's watchful eye before taking off his glasses and going to sleep.

With Harry sleeping, Ron didn't feel bad about pulling up a chair next to Hermione's bed and watching her sleep restlessly.

After about an hour of tossing and turning, Hermione's eyes flew open and she sat bolt upright. Ron jumped; he had been studying Hermione's features and he began to turn red. Hermione, however, was not paying attention to Ron's face.

"I'm going to be sick." She managed to mutter with a hand clamped over her mouth. Ron handed her the basin and he held back her hair as she did her business. When she was finished, Ron muttered "Tergio" and watched the mess disappear.

"Is there any water?" Hermione whispered.

"Water? Sure, one second." Ron hurried into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water. He handed it to Hermione, whose hands were shaking.

"Thank you."

She lifted the glass to her lips and drank slowly. To Ron's surprise, she finished the glass.

"How do you do that?" Ron asked as Hermione lay down again and closed her eyes momentarily.

"Do what?"

"Drink all of that. It's just going to come up again."

Hermione shook her head.

"No, it won't."

"How do you know?"

"I just do, Ron." Hermione said with a smile that was almost sad. Ron smiled back.

"Are you in pain?" Ron asked, noticing Hermione had closed her eyes again and was taking deep breaths. Hermione didn't open her eyes or say anything; she just nodded.

"Can you get me something?" She asked a moment later.

"Of course. Anything." Ron said immediately.

"Take the brick from my bag and put it in the fire for a few minutes. Then take it out and wrap it in a towel."

Ron looked at Hermione like she was Fluffy. Hermione opened her eyes.

"Please?" She sounded so pitiful that Ron didn't hesitate. He got up and did what she had instructed. A few minutes later he brought back the bundle.

"Here." He handed her the towel and she took it and placed it next to her stomach. She sighed as the warmth spread through her. Ron was still looking at her, a question written in his eyes.

"It's something my mother used to do when I had a stomach ache when I was little. She would give me a hot water bottle and it always helped the pain to go away." Hermione explained, closing her eyes.

"Go back to sleep." Ron said gently and Hermione murmured softly and a few moments later, she was asleep again.

Ron got up and got himself a glass of water. While he was sipping it slowly, he looked outside the front flap. It was still raining and everything was dripping. It was rather depressing, Ron thought.

"Bleak, isn't it?" Harry said coming up behind Ron.

"Yeah."

"How's Hermione?" Harry asked, sipping his own cup of water.

"She's sleeping."

"Good. Sleep is good."

"How are you?" Ron turned around and went and sat by the fire. Harry joined him.

"Still a little tired but I'll be fine. How are you?"

Ron shrugged.

"I'm okay. I'm worried about Hermione."

Harry smiled.

"Hermione'll be fine. She knows how to take care of herself."

"I know but I hate seeing her like that."

"This is what being friends is about, Ron. Being there through everything, the nice and the …" Harry's voice trailed off.

"This?" Ron guessed.

"Exactly. We just need to be there for each other and when this is all over, it'll only make us stronger."

"It feels kinda weird, though, doesn't it? I mean, I have your digestive system inside of me right now. You have part of Hermione in you and Hermione has a part of me."

"It's weird when you say it like that."

"But that's exactly what it is. It's kinda creepy."

Harry agreed and they lapsed into a monetary silence.

"So I was thinking," Harry began. "Why don't we split the rest of the night in two? One of us stays up for the first half and then we'll switch."

"Sounds good." Ron nodded.

"Brilliant. If it's midnight now and we need to make the next switch at ten tomorrow morning, then we should change places around five."

"You go to bed now." Ron said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm going to sit with Hermione for awhile. I couldn't sleep right now if I tried."

"Okay." Harry said, standing. "Wake me if you need anything."

Ron nodded and Harry went to bed. All was quiet in the small tent as Ron continued to stare into the fire.

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