Thank you for all the reviews, guys. They made my day =) Hope you enjoy this chapter. And sorry it is so short. This chapter is set after Harry and Hermione have gone back in time at the end of POA =]

The adrenaline was still pumping through Hermione's veins as she lay in the bed in the Hospital Wing. She had just finished explaining to Ron that night's events – well, events that happened twice anyway – and he was staring at both her and Harry in shock.

'Why didn't you take me?' Ron demanded, sitting up and staring at the two of them.

'Ron, you were asleep!' Hermione exclaimed, sitting up. She raised a finger to her lips. 'And be quiet or else Madam Pomfrey will be back!'

Both her and Harry had had enough chocolate for one night.

'So? You could have woken me up!' Ron said – a little desperately. Hermione sighed.

'What do you want me to do – go back in time and take you with us? Then we would have to redo everything for a third time! And, plus, you had a broken leg. It was hard enough as it was without having to carry you about.'

Ron glared at her.

'Well...I...well you could have found a way to take me!' he snapped, folding his arms. Harry rolled his eyes and lay back on his pillows.

'We would have brought you if you weren't unconscious, Ron,' Harry said calmly. Ron scowled.

'Well that's not what Hermione is implying.'

'Implying? I'm not implying anything you...you...idiot!'

Ron glared at her again and turned to mutter to Harry.

'Whose idea was it to save her from a mountain troll in the – hey!'

Hermione had grabbed the rest of the chocolate and pelted it at Ron's head. He was rubbing his forehead angrily, glaring at Hermione.

'What was that for?' he demanded.

'For being an idiot,' Hermione snapped back, folding her arms. They both glared at each other as Harry stared from one to the other, bemused.

'You two are never going to get it together, are you?' he asked, rolling his eyes. Hermione turned to glare at him and he raised his hands defensively. 'Don't throw anything at me – I was only saying!'

'Well maybe we should have brought you – and then left you to get eaten by a werewolf!' Hermione told Ron shrilly. Ron snorted.

'And I would have taken that any day over how annoying you are being right now!'

'And I would take the werewolf over having to talk to you every day, any day!'

'HARRY!' Ron and Hermione both said, shrilly and in unison as they turned to glare at their best friend. Harry raised his hands for the second time.

'Leave me out of this – I haven't got anything to do with it.'

Ron and Hermione glared at each other again, their arms crossed defensively over their chests. There was a rustling noise and the light went out in Madam Pomfrey's office.

'We had better get to sleep,' Hermione said, trying to calm herself – and mainly her voice. She didn't think she could deal with anymore chocolate tonight – or ever to tell you the truth.

'Yeah,' Harry agreed, throwing Ron a 'just leave it' sort of look – the sort of look that always made Hermione feel the tiniest bit left out. And she hated that – she always would.

'But I still don't see why I couldn't have gone,' Ron mumbled. Hermione turned to glower at him darkly.

'Because you would have held us back Ron!'

Ron's face fell a small bit that made Hermione instantly feel bad about what she had just said. But there was no going back on that now. She nodded at Harry quickly before rolling over, facing away from her two best friends – or at least her best friend and Ron – and closed her eyes tightly, trying to lull herself into sleep. But that seemed to be impossible.

Her breathing slowly got deeper, but she didn't fall asleep. Instead she listened to the tiniest noises possible – jumping a little with each one. Now that she knew there was a werewolf out there...it was a horrid thought. One that scared her a lot – but the look on Ron's face scared her a hell of a lot more.

She had thought that Ron and Harry had drifted off to sleep too – but a quiet voice from a few beds along that made her think differently.

'Do I really hold you guys back?' she heard Ron ask, sounding put out. Harry sighed.

'Of course you don't, mate. Seriously – you don't and you never will.'

'OK,' Ron said, suddenly sounding very vulnerable. 'Sure – thanks.' More quiet. 'Night then Harry.'

'Goodnight, Ron.'

Hermione's eyes prickled and she put one arm over her head, trying to forget everything she had just heard.