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Author's Note: After about a few days of effort, I finally decided to go with this chapter. I guess I finally found it in me to give it a shot, a closure. At first, I thought I can fit everything in one chapter, but well, I guess I was wrong. By the way, this chapter is still not BETA-ed. *sigh. Both of us are very busy right now and I guess you won't be expecting the second interlude from me soon. But I will try. Forgive me for any grammatical mistakes, wrong spellings, etc.

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Interlude I: Closure

It was dark.

My mind screamed at me, fully aware of the physical pain that my body felt. Cold, damp sweat trickled down on my face. I felt knackered, and yet, my mind screeched at me to move. The place looked very familiar as I tried to explore the battered remains of what it once was. Raging fire consumed almost all of the buildings, leaving me utterly clueless as to where I was. Smoked filled the air, I coughed. I have to get out of here, away.

I frowned when I entered a recognizable lawn. My initial hypothesis was that I was somewhere in Hogwarts. The appearance of the old, burning buildings gave me much of a clue and yet, this was Hogwarts. . .during the war. I panicked. I was there. I was there when it was rebuilt. I was there when Professor McGonagall ascended as the Headmistress. My mind raced as I ran, trying to find someone – no, some way to escape this nightmare that was created by my mere imagination.

A laugh suddenly echoed from somewhere. Horror rose from my throat as I recognized that voice. It can't be. It was dark, maniacal and devilish, like it was taken back from Hell. I ran as fast as I could, ignoring the searing pain as my body protested from my actions. Alone and defenseless against a cold-blooded murderer was not a good thing, especially now that the voice was getting louder, nearer. The hairs from my back prickled as I hid under the comforts of a big rock. Tears started to fall as I prayed.

There was a scream and everything went black.

I lay very still as I tried to feel my stiff body. Movement proved difficult for me because my body screamed at me with just twitches. The place was relatively soft and comfortable - a bed? There was still this lingering ache in my head and my mind felt fuzzy. I felt light-headed, like I was floating.

Suddenly, I heard babbling brooks of voices, still unrecognizable so I can't seem to determine who they were. It took me a moment to figure out how I can make my foggy brain work to process the sounds into an actual language that I can understand.

A female voice suddenly grew louder, it sounded different, commanding, so unlike its normal, dreamy state. ". . . will not help you."

I tried to verify where the sound came from, but another voice, Ron's, suddenly blurted out in response. "But I have to at least be there before one of them wakes up."

They seemed to be arguing somewhere nearby, giving me the distinct realization, that something was wrong. "You haven't slept for two days Ronald! You at least owe your body some rest."

Two days? Have I been asleep for the past two days? No wonder my body felt stiff. I frowned, they still didn't realize that I was awake.

What happened?

My mind tried to process what happened and swirls of memories began.

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Black hoods suddenly surrounded me.

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A curse hitting me square in the back as I struggled to duel them all at once.

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Waking up in a dark cellar after being enervated.

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Harry talking to a Death Eater.

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The profound horror that I felt when Ron and I tried to escape.

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Screams and bodies everywhere as I struggled to keep myself alive.

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. . .someone was singing, his reassuring voice was calm and comforting against my racing heart.

I opened my eyes and bolted upright in bed as my heart raced hard against my chest. I struggled to breathe normally and produced a groan. The headache was back again.

I resisted the urge to vomit as I met the eyes of a petrified Ron. His face looked sullen and tired, his mouth was hanging open at my sudden action. I closed my eyes and was rewarded with a soft tap on my back as Luna gave me a glass of water.

I nodded my thanks to her and drank, relieving the tension that I felt. Atleast someone had the brains to hand me a glass of water!

When I was fairly calm and contented, I sighed. Deep inside, I didn't want to ask anything, especially if it was only bad news but I had to know, I just had to. If I am a true Gryffindor, I would be able to handle it.

I looked at them again. Luna produced a half-smile. Her face was also tired and there were some evident dark circles around her eyes. Before I could get myself to sleep, Ron be surprised me when he suddenly flung into me and gave me a bone-crushing hug. He murmured incoherent words that I didn't understand and my lips quirked into a small smile as he held me for a few seconds, grateful that he was there when I woke up. Afterwards, he conjured a few pillows and placed them on my back as I sat against them. The place lacked the smell of antiseptics, but it still procured the very appearance of a muggle hospital. The smell of the potions didn't also help alleviate the worry I felt rising in my stomach.

Both of them looked at me with worried eyes, trying to anticipate a stream of questions that were hanging in my mouth. "Where are we?"

Luna gave me a knowing smile. "St. Mungo's, they brought you here after they rescued you. How do you feel?"

"Horrible. How long have I been asleep?"

Ron suddenly withdrew from my gaze. The relief he felt was suddenly drained from his eyes as he found the floor more interesting. Something was wrong. "Two days. The curse that was casted on you was not powerful, but it made you very weak from the constant usage."

I frowned at them when Ron suddenly looked at Luna like he was asking for help. Realizing that, Luna stood up and pushed me back into bed. "It would be better if you rest, Hermione. It wouldn't be good for you if you overwork yourself, especially now that you're still recovering."

"No, Luna. I need to know what happened. And where's Harry?"

Both of them looked at the floor. Silence suddenly filled the room as I looked at my surroundings. It seemed that I was the only patient inside. It was bare, save for the two chairs that were beside the bed. A magical tray kept on moving now and then and potions were lined up from that tray, with obvious markings and some scrawls. Curtains hung loosely around the window that was in the right side of the bed. It was already night time.

Ron suddenly cleared his throat and told Luna to go and have some fresh air before I had a chance to protest. He looked at me, urging me to understand the gravity of the situation that I have not yet had the chance to know. It took him a while to find words. "Harry is still. . .fighting."

I was confused. My mind didn't really registered what he just said. "What? I thought that we already escaped those Death Eaters?"

"No - I mean yes. We were able to escape them. B-but, Harry was gravely injured."

Something gripped my heart as swirls of emotions suddenly erupted from my chest. "How is he?"

Ron sighed. He seemed so tired and lost at all of it but he tried to handle it quite well. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn't know what to do. I took me a while to notice that he was holding Harry's broken glasses in his hand. "The Healers have been working on trying to stabilize him for days now. The last time Mum spoke to them, they said he was holding on and his condition is getting a bit better. Mum was here a while ago, but she's now speaking with the Healers, Fleur and Ginny were with her."

"H-have you seen him?"

Ron nodded his head lazily. His eyes were distant, like he was remembering what he saw. "I was the one who apparated him here and brought him to the Healers. We were already panicking. He lost loads of blood and his pulse was very weak when we arrived." He faced me, but his eyes were a mask of sentiment and regret. He looked like he didn't want to talk about it, but felt obliged to answer my question. He sighed again and ran his hands through his hair and closed his eyes. "I-I went there, a few hours before you woke up, actually. A-and, it still wasn't a good sight."

I trembled at Ron's words. Harry has overdone it again. Tears spilled down my face uncontrollably as I tried to remember how to talk. The realization that he was there, struggling to live, hasn't fully registered inside my mind yet. A pair of hands suddenly touched my face and gently removed the tears that were spilling in my eyes. When I looked up, solemn blue eyes were looking at me with such reverence and depth as he tried to produce a weak smile.

"He'll be okay, he promised me." I smiled at him as I cried. "And he also knows you'll never forgive him if he – "

He left the words hanging as he retreated, trying not to utter the word died. I suddenly felt knackered. "You need rest now, Hermione. We can sign your release papers once you've been better."

I shook my head and was determined with my resolve. I looked at him with unwavering eyes and bit my lip. "C-can I – c-an I go and see him?"

Ron stood up and was conflicted with many emotions. Finally, he smiled, ushering me to take his hands. "I would want to say no. but that stubborn head of your won't listen anyway."

It took me a while to get used to walking again. My muscles were weak from disuse and I stumbled many times while learning how to walk. It was a good thing that Ron supported me the whole time. After a while, he asked a reluctant permission from a Healer if we could go inside Harry's room.

He lay utterly motionless in his bed.

His whole body was covered in some kind of bandage and occasionally, a pink glow would suddenly erupt. His face was bruised and sunken and there was a tube that goes inside his mouth. At some intervals, one of many potions that were in a magically levitated tray would be puffed up through that tube, which was held by a medical tape.

Tears began to form in my eyes again as I saw Harry's marred appearance and I tried to steady myself with the sight. He looked so peaceful, like he was only sleeping and yet, it felt as if any moment, he would fade away. Ron held me and tried to comfort me while running his hands on arm. "It looks pretty bad."

I nodded at him and inhaled a huge gulp of air, gathering all the confidence that I need so that I can approach his prone form. Ron realized what I was trying to do and conjured a chair beside the bed. He supported me until I was able to take my seat and retreated at the corner of the room.

When I sat next to him, I began to notice his form closely. He had so many injuries that I wondered how he was able to survive them all. His arms were surrounded by a medical tape and his legs were covered in cuts and bruises. My hand unintentionally went and caressed his hair as I murmured in his ear, whispering for him to be strong for us and wake up. With every incoherent word that came out of my mouth, tears spilled freely. My fault.

"I-f I was careful enough, m-maybe, m-maybe this wouldn't happen."

I heard Ron sigh from behind, but he never did went beside me. "Harry cared for you. It's a natural reflex for him to save you. Don't blame yourself for what he did, it was his choice."

"B-but –"

"He wouldn't want you to go blaming yourself."

Speechless, I just fell silent. A few moments later, a Healer came inside and told us that it was time for them to check how Harry was holding up. It took a moment for me to gather myself, suddenly very tired and hungry from all that transpired since I woke up.

I watched her as she proceeded on checking the potion that was being poured inside the tube and then she checked Harry's wounds. After a few moments of poking here and there, she frowned and nodded her head and looked at the two of us with concerned eyes.

"Are you friends of Mr. Potter's?"

Ron took a step towards where I was and both of us nodded our heads at her in response. It was silent for a while as the Healer, Ms. Halliwell, tried to find some words on how he could tell us news that was looming around the air. Ron took my hand and began rubbing circles around it, trying to comfort both of us. It took a while before she sighed and looked at us.

"Mr. Potter has successfully recovered from all his injuries - " The healer stopped talking and I looked at Ron with teary eyes and smiled, the tension that was inside the room suddenly vanished in light of the news. He looked at me, wide-eyed, his face not betraying the happiness he felt as he too, procured a smile that reached his eyes. But something was still. . .wrong.

"- but because of the seriousness of all those injuries, his body went into a reflex mechanism to spare him from the pain and now he's. . .comatosed. Here in the wizarding world, it is quite uncommon for a wizard to suddenly succumb in this state. He was very lucky to even survive the wounds he has suffered."

Ron suddenly let go of my hand in shock an approached the Healer in question. Speechless, I just stayed where I was, still incapacitated by the news that transpired. "W-what will – what will happen to Harry now?"

"We will look upon the situation and tell you if Mr. Potter still has a chance to recover from the ordeal. We will commit another diagnosis on his case and will monitor him for a few weeks. Usually, if a wizard doesn't wake up in about a month, there's a huge chance that he will. . .not survive."

My heart did a somersault in my chest and I didn't realize that I was holding my breath. Ron looked at me and was by my side in an instant, rubbing my back. I was so preoccupied with the news when the Healer suddenly touched my shoulders.

"Don't worry, Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley. Mr. Potter is a strong man; he refused to give up, even when he was already on the brink of death. I'm sure he will be all right. If you'll excuse me."

Both of us looked at her as she exited the room. I exhaled the breath that I was unknowingly holding, trying to tell myself that everything will be all right. After a while, Ron nudged me on the side and pointed his eyes to the direction of the door.

I sighed and looked at Harry's unmoving form again. There was nothing I can do right now but pray for him to wake up soon. I approached his bed again, this time, alone. "Bye Harry. I will see you again soon." I whispered softly in his ear, willing myself not to cry while Ron looked at me with worried eyes. After a short while, I walked to where Ron was standing. He looked at me, trying to reassure both of us that we could get over this, then he looked at Harry.

"We'll be back again later, mate." Ron said in a light tone, trying to make it somehow easier for us to bear the news. "Wake up soon."

Before we could get out of the room, I felt my eyelids drop as Ron lifted me up. Surprised, I frowned at him, asking with my eyes what he was trying to do. "Figured it would be easier if I carried you back. No offense but you need to rest."

I nodded my head at him, too tired to argue. "Thank you, Ron."

Ron made a muffled sound of acknowledgement. "I hope he'll be all right." Ron smiled at me and began to walk away from Harry's room.

With one last look, I tried to produce a smile, promising myself that I would be there until he wakes up.

It has been two weeks, and yet, Harry still hasn't showed signs that he would wake up.

I stayed by his side after I got released. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were always with me and Ron first thing in the morning and before the day would end. If St. Mungo's allowed for more than three people to sleep here, I think they would. I believed the Healers were not getting annoyed by my constant presence here, what with all the questions I ask and all. Yet, I didn't care. Ron was always here, even abandoning work in the middle of the day just to see how I was doing. I think that both of us now lived here in the hospital.

People we knew and loved would always visit, but the Weasleys were a constant presence every day. Even Fleur, Bill and George would visit before they went home.

But even with the support of all these people, Harry wouldn't still wake up.

Sometimes, I would lose my faith, only to have it renewed by people who always lent me their support and prayers. Every day, I would stroke his hair and whisper sweet nothings in his ears, hoping that somehow, it would reach him. Ron did the same, always adding some humor as he spoke to Harry like he would talk back.

And I guess, this was another one of those days.

It was already morning. I just finished tidying up the books that I used just to pass time. In almost all of the time that I spent looking at them, I never really did understand what they were saying because I was still too anxious on Harry's well-being. My determination to find something about reviving a person from coma was also put on hold, when I found out that there was only 5% survival rate if I used the spell mentioned in the book. I even went to the Head Healer's office, just to ask questions about it but he dismissed the idea.

I sighed. Both my mind and body were so tired, yet, I didn't want to rest. Ron went somewhere to find some food for breakfast. I wish that Harry would wake up. I miss him.

Someone suddenly entered the door with a loud thump. He cleared his throat as I waited for him to speak, knowing that it might be Ron. "Granger?"

Surprised, I immediately look at the direction of the door, surprised to see a tall and slender man with sleek, blond hair and cold light-gray eyes. His pale complexion and sharp, pointed features were very visible with the light as he looked at me, wide-eyed and embarrassed.

"M-Malfoy? W-what are YOU doing here?"

He swore under his breath as he tried to hide something. "T-the Healers said – they said that Potter's room was empty right now!"

"Honestly, if you were even thinking clearly you could have deduced that we won't leave him here alone!"

He closed his eyes and smiled as he moved towards the direction of Harry's bed. "Atleast it 's you. I think I couldn't take it if a Weasley was here to mock me."

I raised my chin and straightened my back as I looked at his gray eyes with confidence but he was now looking proudly at me. "Well, they'll be here soon!"

''Ha! Then I should make my visit fast then."

My face suddenly betrayed the shock that I felt as my jaw opened. Draco Malfoy was visiting Harry? I touched my forehead; I think I was going mental. Draco seemed to have noticed me and laughed as he went towards my direction. "Did you hit your head? Don't be too surprised. I just came here to see how he was doing."

I noticed the scar where his mark formerly was and he followed my gaze. He hid it with his robes and his eyes betrayed an air of regret. After an awkward silence, I finally found it in me to speak. "I-I was just shocked, that's all. I never knew you had the guts to even come here."

He mimicked the expression of someone who was hurt as he looked at me with a smug. "You wound me with your words."

Suddenly, he smiled weakly, and I saw the smile of someone whose eyes were much older than their years, like Harry. There was something in the way he gazed at me that I didn't recognize, but it vanished as quickly as it came. He seemed hesitant for a while, but he moved back to where Harry was and looked at him closer. He looked so pained and sad. "You outdid yourself again Potter. Wake up soon, I still owe you." He then proceeded to whisper something in his ears as his lips moved to form three unmistakable words, I am sorry.

Truthfully, I was touched by Malfoy's words. I looked at Harry and was overwhelmed by the number of lives he has touched and changed. I suddenly remembered Colin's funeral, and how Harry was the only one who gave him a picture with a signature instead of a white rose. It was the first and last one he gave. I was brought back to reality when Malfoy touched my shoulders and produced another smile. "I will be going now, Granger. Don't tell Weasley I visited. I'll be back again, once I know that everything is clear from danger. And. . .no offense but try to take care of yourself too."

He winked at me and my gaze was suddenly fixed at a conjured vase, which contained a small bouquet of flowers. After a moment, the door opened and closed again with a loud clunk.

I sighed and reminisced the talks I had with Harry. There was a time when he told me about how Malfoy was always found beside the Headmaster's tomb, with his face set straight and his lips in a thin line. He would always catch him with a look of trepidation and remorse, and yet, he never said anything and respected his actions. He said that during the first time, he saw that his eyes wet with tears and he was apologizing profusely to the gravestone, muttering sorry over and over as his voice clogged. He tried to approach him, but when he was finally ready to reveal himself, Malfoy was already gone. So even when there were still many times that he saw him there, he never said a word and just, accompanied him. I admired Harry for that, because he knew when to forgive and when to let go, the war taught him that.

And now, I suddenly felt proud of Malfoy, for doing what he did and showing me that he could change.

A few minutes later, a mop of ginger hair entered the room; a loaf of bread was in his mouth as I passed him a warm smile from where I was sitting.

"You know, if Harry finds out that I did not take good care of you, he'll kill me."

Ron closed the door as he brought a tray of pantry and two cups of tea down the table.

I frowned but he just pretended that I didn't do anything and produced a knowing smile. He carefully placed the loaf of bread in my hand as he took a bite in his. "He did not save you to have you kill yourself in worrying over him, you know."

I sighed. In the two weeks that has passed, both of had had a lot of arguments about my health. I only left St. Mungo's to fetch clothes and important things that I needed. I even told my parents that I needed to study for a while so I won't be able to visit them. I know they were deeply disappointed by my actions but I couldn't help it. I have to be there for him. Frustrations and exhaustion then took their toll on me as I tried to muster some words.

"Ronald, we had this discussion before! And besides, I am not tired, there's still so much to do!"

"But it won't help anyone if you don't take care of your health! I mean, what do you think will Harry say if he found out that you're killing yourself in worry for two weeks now? Honestly Hermione, when was the last time you enjoyed a bout of fresh air?"

I closed my eyes. I know he was right but I didn't want to admit defeat. I wanted to be there in case Harry wakes up. A hand suddenly found my shoulder and I stared at him with a frown; he only chuckled at me with his still blue eyes. "You know, Harry was always better in helping you see reason when you're being stubborn". He suddenly noticed the flowers that were in Harry's side table and was sidetracked from the conversation as he examined them. "Wait a minute, where did all these flowers come from?"

"Someone."

His expression suddenly changed when he finally realized that my voice was evidently ill with anxiety. He sighed at me and decided to continue with our earlier conversation. "Please Hermione, even for a short while, take a kip. You know I will wake you up if he does. Sometimes I wonder if you – if you were this concerned too, you know, during that time that I was poisoned."

The sudden revelation surprised me but I already knew the answer. With another sigh, I looked at him and said with a gentle voice, "You know I would. I worried about you so much back then. But Madam Pomfrey didn't want anyone to stay overnight in the hospital wing. But I was – "

"– Always the first person I saw when I woke up. I know. Sorry I doubted." Ron's ears turned pink from the embarrassment and found the floor interesting.

I sighed again. "What happened to us, Ron?"

He knew very well what I was talking about. We did talk about it the last time, but it didn't really suffice. Ron always kept his emotions in a hard, impenetrable shell, much like Harry. But the difference was, I always understood how Harry felt, even when he did not say it but that did not happen frequently with Ron. I understand that he didn't want to burden us, but when it came to patience, he just didn't have one.

"We grew up."

I looked at him, curious of what he meant by his words. His eyes were far away, lost somewhere, like he was remembering. "What do you mean?"

"After we broke up, I can't say Harry have been too happy with me. We had a fight about it because I promised him that I would take care of you and I didn't. I wanted to hex his bollocks, that git didn't understand how I felt. But you see, every bloody time that I tried to defend myself, somewhere inside, I knew that what he said was right."

Ron fell silent for a while. I didn't interrupt him, because he rarely talks about how he feels and I guess it would be better if he chunked it all out. "After he left, I pondered about everything, even the part that I never did make enough effort to understand you."

He sighed and played with his hands, producing another one of his small smiles. "I knew he was wrong. I did everything I could, just to make you feel that you are special. But I failed miserably, didn't I?"

I smiled weakly at him and took his hand, offering him some sort of comfort somehow. "You did make me feel special. I always knew how you tried to do your best, so that I will notice you."

He looked at me; sadness filled his eyes as he stared at mine. After a while, he sank back to his seat and chuckled. "But you see, it was never enough. And I just couldn't find it in me to forgive myself for abandoning the two of you, during that time in the tent."

"Why did you say that? It was always enough."

"Yet, it wasn't enough for our relationship to work. Both of us got tired of our fights. I got tired of how you never did seem to understand my point and you got tired of all my excuses. I always wondered how Harry always managed to make you see reason. And because of that, I realized that we would be better off as friends, best of friends, rather than biting our heads off just to realize the value of each other."

"I am sorry I didn't do enough."

"You did, Hermione, you fought for it. But I guess that a relationship would not really last if we always kept it second to what we want to do. We tried, but our love was second to helping our best friend save the world or sorting our priorities. We tried, but we never did find it in ourselves to talk about what we wanted to do in the future that involved us."

He took my hand in his and kissed it. His face was so sincere and so deep that it moved me. Tears threatened to fall, but I tried my best to keep them in place. "But I do love you and I am really sorry for the times I made you cry."

The tears I was holding back fell from my eyes in an instant and Ron smiled at me as he wiped them. "But I am glad we experienced it, we became stronger, didn't we?"

I nodded at him. This time, he held me against him as he uttered a relieved sighed. "He loves you, you know."

I looked up at him, trying to find meaning in what he just said. I guess the confusion was totally etched in my face because he stood up and went to Harry's bedside without a word.

I didn't notice that what he was trying to do was retrieve something I lost.

From Harry's hand, Ron retrieved the bracelet that he gave me on my last birthday. It was caked in blood, his blood. Ron took it from him and gave it back to me as he closed my hands around it.

"After we found out about the letter, Harry begged me to let him rescue you, even though he already knew that it was a trap. When I found both of you, Harry was pale, so pale and covered in snow. He was caked with his own blood. His pulse was so weak that we thought he wouldn't survive. But you know, even with all that, he made sure to keep you safe."

Ron tried to face the window, remembering what happened during that fateful day. Tears fell from his eyes as he recalled the painful scars. "He held you like his life depended on it and he never looked so. . .peaceful. And even after that, when we tried to pull you away from him, he was still holding your hand. I found the bracelet beside him. We brought both of you here and when the Healers were trying to revive him, I gave it to him, hoping that he would find a reason to stay here."

This time, I let out a sob as I tried to grasp what Ron told me. "How did this happen?" How come I never realized it?

He smiled at me and looked at the bracelet. "I think that bracelet held a hidden meaning. Dunno what it was though, never got it out of Harry."

I held the bracelet firmly with my hands and put it in my heart as I closed my eyes, afraid that it could vanish anytime. A whirlwind of emotions were flooding me inside, and I didn't find it in me to identify what they were. Ron went beside me and ushered me in a hug, which I was happy to oblige to. He rubbed circles on my back as he tried to stop me from crying.

"I didn't realize." I never did. I was suddenly brought back to our conversations by the lake. That amazing woman he was talking about, the one that I thought I would never compare to – has it been me all this time?

He sighed at me as he continued his ministrations. "I am so glad that there is something I know that the great Ms. Hermione Jean Granger didn't realize." He laughed at me and I punched his chest in response. When he stopped teasing me, everything fell silent, save for the sound of dripping potions. "I think I always knew he loved you, and maybe, that was the very reason I was jealous of him. But now, I finally came on terms with it, no hard feelings at all."

"Both of you are arses."

Ron chuckled at my comment as I tried to make the conversation lighter. "I hope that other arse will wake up soon and explain this dreadful secret to you." He looked at Harry and then shifted his gaze at me with a smile. I saw nothing but pure sincerity at what he just said, at what transpired. "You should rest, Mum and Ginny will be here soon. You have all the time in the world to ponder about this with that brilliant brain of yours after you wake up."

Suddenly tired from all the excursions, I smiled at him and didn't bother to complain as I transfigured the chair on the table into a couch, levitating it beside Harry's bed. Ron kissed me in the forehead as I closed my eyes, my food, forgotten.

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