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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

"Amos! Amos, come here! Cedric's home! Come in, my darling! Come in and sit. Do you want some tea? I can make you some of your favorite cookies if you'll be around long enough!"

Cedric laughed when his mother, Camilla Diggory, answered the door then followed her into the house he had grown up in. Hardly anything had changed, with the exception of there being new pictures on the wall. There were pictures of Cedric's graduation from Hogwarts, his first day as a trainee in his St. Mungo's uniform, and a few others from various family days. The frames were all arranged on the walls in chronological order with Amos and Camilla's first picture taken together to their wedding onto Cedric's birth, all down the wall and around the room, the most recent pictures on the wall right across from the one with the earliest pictures. It was amazing how many pictures Camilla loved to keep and take, as the ones on the walls were all rejects from her many photo albums and scrapbooks, pictures that didn't quite fit in with everything else she had created in her beloved keepsakes.

"Tea would be fine, Mum, thanks," Cedric replied, taking a seat on the white and blue loveseat.

Camilla smiled adoringly at him, stroked his cheek then bustled into the kitchen, calling out for her husband again. Cedric was grateful for the moment alone, rubbing his hands together, going over everything in his head once again. He was going to have to tell his parents about the soul mates and bonding as well as pleading with his father to bond with Alice Longbottom to help cure her. If it was even possible, he reminded himself. If they went into this believing it would work, expecting it to work, then it didn't, it would be so much worse. They would hope for the best though. Cedric wanted this to work badly, for Neville's sake. He couldn't imagine what it must be like to have parents that way, to have not even had his parents, essentially, for his whole life. Just being near them, before he even was aware of whom they were, was heartbreaking. He couldn't even imagine his parents being in that situation.

One step at a time though. Cedric hadn't even talked to his parents about this yet!

"Cedric, my boy! Your mother was just saying how you needed to come visit us!" Amos said genially as he walked into the room.

"Hey, Dad," Cedric said, standing up to hug his father.

"How are you? How are you?" Amos asked, sitting in the matching armchair beside the loveseat.

"I'm fine. Great, actually," Cedric replied nervously, eyes darting to the kitchen doorway.

"Don't start without me!" Camilla called. "Tea's almost ready!"

"She's missed you, you know," Amos said with a fond smile. "And so have I. You really should stop by more."

"I know. I mean to but things have been so hectic lately," Cedric explained.

"Not overworking you at St. Mungo's, are they?" Camilla asked, walking into the room with a small tray with tea, a plate of biscuits, and two bowls, one of candy and the other of fruit.

"No, Mum, they're good to me," Cedric laughed as she handed him a cup.

"Good," Camilla said.

"How are things at work?" Amos asked.

"They're good," Cedric replied. He held his breath, waiting to speak further, to explain, but the words weren't coming out.

"Is everything alright, sweetie?" Camilla asked.

"Erm…I need to talk to you about something," Cedric said, taking a sip of his tea.

Camilla and Amos exchanged a worried look. "What is it, son?" Amos asked.

He took a moment to look between his parents then took a deep breath and launched into the story. Cedric explained about the soul mates and the bonding, everything Neville had told him, about being Neville's soul mate, joining the Order of the Phoenix, about Alice and Frank Longbottom, how he and Penelope Clearwater had tested for their soul mates then finally revealing that Amos had come up as Alice's soul mate. He spoke as calmly and clearly as possible, hoping that it would lessen some of the blow that was bound to be felt upon hearing it. If he acted worried about it then they would only be more upset. Though Cedric figured they had already realized how anxious he had been since he stepped into the house.

When he finished speaking, he glanced from his father to his mother, trying to take in their reactions. Both were silent, barley moving at first. They shared the same look of shock to start with. Then Amos began to look troubled while his wife's surprise melted into a look of hurt that made Cedric's heart ache. While Amos seemed to digest this news thoughtfully, Camilla seemed to grow colder and stiffer where she sat, slowly sipping her tea, though her hand trembled so her tea sloshed around, almost coming over the sides of the teacup. Cedric waited patiently for one of them to speak. He knew it was a lot for them to take in. They had been together for almost thirty years, having dated through most of Hogwarts, got married shortly thereafter and had Cedric only a few years later. Amos and Camilla were so very much in love, so perfect for each other, and everyone knew it. They were so very along the lines of Arthur and Molly Weasley and James and Lily Potter in their suitability as a married couple was. Yet, while the other pairs had been revealed to be soul mates, his parents had not. It hadn't made much sense to Cedric either, no matter what the books said about soul mates. They were too good for each other not to be.

And yet, they weren't.

"So…You want me to…perform this…this…Soul Bond…with Alice Longbottom?" Amos asked quietly after several long minutes.

"That's the idea," Cedric replied.

"No," Camilla said, tone dull.

Amos sighed. "Milly, my darling…"

"No, Amos! I said no," Camilla snapped. She cleared her throat then straightened her posture. "It is a lovely idea of you, Cedric, to come here and try to get us to help the poor boy's parents. It simply isn't our responsibility. They are insane, Cedric, and healers long ago declared them…oh what's the word? They said there's nothing to be done that can help! I will not let my husband go around thinking he's…he's meant for someone else, because he's not! This whole thing is rubbish, my darling. Because your father and I were made for each other. And you? Your soul mate is not a…a boy, dear! You will find a nice witch one day to settle down and have children. Alright?"

Cedric had expected her arguments about his father but to hear what she had to say about his bonding with Neville hurt. He flinched and looked down to the floor, bothered by her words. Camilla had a rather traditional view of things. Her family had been very big on things like blood purity and homosexuality was viewed as being wrong. As Camilla had learned to deal with her prejudices under the careful, kind guidance of Amos, Cedric had only assumed she had gotten past her judgmental attitude about homosexuals. However, they had never quite discussed such things in their household. Cedric himself had never been bothered by the idea of a man loving a man or a woman loving a woman. That his own mother would deny his feelings…ignore them…

Not that he had confessed to having any feelings for Neville. It was still something Cedric hadn't quite figured out. Though he supposed now he had his answer.

When neither Cedric nor Amos said anything, Camilla stood up and grabbed her tray. "It was lovely seeing you, Cedric, dear, but I'm feeling unwell. Come see me before you leave, my darling," she said, leaning down to kiss his cheek. Cedric forced himself to smile and watched her walk away.

"Dad…?" Cedric began.

"I'm sorry, son. I would love to help but I don't want to upset your mother over this," Amos said regretfully. "I do hope they find some other way."

That hadn't been what Cedric had meant to ask so he paused before he replied. He nodded in disappointment and took another sip of his tea. How was he going to break this to Neville? Hopefully, this Mary Macdonald woman would be open to bonding with Frank. At least he wouldn't be letting Neville down too much. "So…About Neville, Dad…"

"You don't have to explain, my boy," Amos said kindly, reaching out to pat his son's knee. "I heard everything you said about not…not needing to be in love with your soul mate. Your mother…She'll come around eventually. We can always revisit the issue later, yeah?"

Again, it wasn't quite what he was going for. While his father had always been more open-minded than his mother, did that necessarily mean he was okay with homosexuality? And if he claimed to be, did that mean he would be okay if his son decided he was gay or bisexual? With his second attempt at the question misconstrued, Cedric just closed his mouth, smiled, nodded, and went back to his tea. Maybe another day.

Daphne and Astoria Greengrass tended to be early-birds. They were usually some of the first, not only in their House to wake up, but in all of Hogwarts. They spent a great deal of time each morning getting ready for the day, spending an obscene amount of time on hair and makeup, picking out the right uniform clothes and the perfect accessories. With all of this time dedicated to getting ready, they still, somehow, managed to be some of the first to the Great Hall each morning. Nothing differed from routine this morning, at least at first. The sisters walked, pinkies linked, swinging their arms childishly through the dungeon corridor and upstairs. It was only heading on their usual path to the Great Hall did something strange happened.

Astoria noticed a figure at the bottom of a nearby staircase. Nudging her sister, nodding in the direction, both girls headed over, staring down in shock at the unconscious body of Hermione Granger. "Look, Daffy, it's the Mublood!" Astoria said in surprise.

"Don't call her that," Daphne hissed uncomfortably. Being soul mated to a blood traitor, as well as having one of her closest friends being soul bonded to said Mudblood, Daphne felt a bit bad about using that particular word. "Hermione? Are you alright?"

"She can't hear you! She's out cold, Daffy," Astoria replied, gingerly reaching out her foot to toe Hermione's leg.

"Shite," Daphne muttered, falling to her knees and checking Hermione's pulse. "C'mon, Story, we need to get her to the infirmary."

"Oh, alright," Astoria said uncertainly, looking around. Daphne stood up, pulled out her wand, and pointed it at Hermione to levitate her. She spent a moment looking around the scene, then frowned at her sister. "Actually, someone needs to know about this. Go tell Professor Snape or the headmaster or someone. And hurry, please!"

"Okay, I'm going!" Astoria called out, turning and running towards the Great Hall. Most of the teachers would be up and waiting there already. Daphne, meanwhile, looked at Hermione, feeling a bit overwhelmed. Hopefully, no one would think she had done anything! They always liked to blame the person who found bodies, didn't they? Her stomach twisted a bit when she realized a small bit of dried blood where Hermione's head had been. "Bloody hell," Daphne whimpered, carefully walking around the blood while bringing Hermione up to Madam Pomfrey.

When Remus didn't answer her calls or the door, Nymphadora Tonks had a pretty good idea as to where he could be. She had never seen the shack but Remus had spoken of it during one of their many conversations and it hadn't been too hard to find. The excitement she had felt about what she wanted to share with Remus had dimmed a bit in her concern. Why would he still be out in the shack? Was he in too much pain to even return to his flat? Had something terrible happened? The thought chilled her to the bone, Tonks kept going, assuring herself that whatever it wasn't couldn't be too bad. Remus had been living with this most of his life. He knew how to take precautions. By now he knew everything he needed to do.

She half ran when the shack came into view. Seeing that the door was open, Tonks frowned and grasped her wand within her Auror robes, stepping in the doorway and peering inside then all around. There were quiet voices just inside, though she didn't fully understand what they were saying, then wild laughter. Tonks hesitated before stepping further inside. Remus had been expecting her today after all. And what if the people here weren't necessarily good? There had been hopes of sneaking in gracefully like a good and dignified Auror but, in true Tonks fashion, she accidentally bumped into the back of the couch, scared herself into jumping back, then slipping on some sort of canister that had been lying on the floor, causing her to fall into the wall. She caught herself on her hands and froze where she stood. There was a pause with the noise in the kitchen but the men went back to talking. She, slowly, began to realize that she knew those voices. It was surprising, to say the least, as Sirius and Remus hadn't been on friendly terms in so long yet, the way they were talking now, it was as though there had never been a problem.

"C'mon, Remy. Time for your potion," Sirius was saying.

"It is not," Remus griped. "You just want to see me suffer."

"If I wanted to see you suffer I would hide the potion, not offer it to you!" Sirius laughed. "C'mon, as bad as it tastes, it'll ease the pain."

"Not nearly enough," Remus sighed. "Alright, give it here. Sirius! You don't need to fee…"

"That's a good boy," Sirius said, trying his best to sound calm but Tonks could hear the laughter in his voice and the sound of Remus coughing.

"Damn it, Siri!" Remus snapped, going on to let out a noise that sounded like a half-cough, half-laugh.

"I'm just trying to take care of you!"

"You're trying to kill me!"

"I would never kill you, Remy. For I am madly in love with you!"

Tonks' eyes grew wide in alarm, heart thudding, stomach twisting in an unpleasant manner. It didn't matter that Sirius's tone was definitely teasing, because it didn't seem like a joke to her. She had begun moving towards where the men were but stopped and waited for Remus's response.

"Of course you are," Remus snorted. "Does that mean you'll off yourself after you kill me?"

"Tut tut. You're so dramatic, darling."

"I'm not dramatic! You're violent."

"That was not violent and it wounds me to hear you claim so."

"I'm taking my own potion from now on."

"But what if you overdose? You know I have to take care of you, my dear, for you are far too fragile to care for yourself."

"Bloody hell, Sirius, I am not some damsel in distress. I can take a bloody potion by myself."

"Ah, that's what you think. As I recall, you also thought you could stand up on your own this morning and look what happened! Then you thought you could shower on your own…"

"Shut up, Sirius," Remus muttered. Tonks could just imagine him blushing. She could also imagine a very wet, naked Remus being helped up by Sirius. Remembering that Sirius had definitely shown an interest in men when he shagged Lucius Malfoy didn't make her feel much better. Part of her wanted to back away and leave the shack before they noticed her but another part remembered what was in her pocket and why she was supposed to be meeting with Remus today.

"Fine, fine," Sirius chuckled. "Here, eat something."

"I'm not really hungry," Remus said.

"You never are," Sirius reminded him. "Now eat. You'll regret it later if you don't."

"You're not going to spank me, are you, Mum?" Remus muttered.

"Don't tempt me," Sirius purred.

"I'm going to be sick," Remus shot back.

"That's why I told you to eat! Potion on an empty stomach…" Sirius was muttering.

"I meant your perverted thoughts, you arse," Remus laughed.

"No, my perverted thoughts were about your arse, thank you," Sirius replied.

Tonks cringed. She really did not want to hear that. She moved forward more until she was standing in the entranceway of the kitchen. Sirius was at the table pouring a cup of coffee for Remus who was absently stirring a bowl of porridge while gaping up at Sirius in alarm. Tonks could see the way Sirius's face and neck all burned bright red under the scrutiny, though he refused to look at Remus.

"Calm down, mate, it was just a joke!" Sirius declared, setting the coffee in front of Remus. "This is what friends do, you remember? You must be spending too much time with women."

"I am not," Remus said, clearing his throat. "Shouldn't the company of women be preferable anyway?"

"Well, I've found I don't much mind having anyone's company," Sirius reminded him with a smirk.

Remus frowned and muttered coldly, "Of course."

"Being with a bloke isn't so bad, really," Sirius went on, poking at a biscuit that was sitting in front of him.

"Right," Remus muttered.

"Err…Wotcher, Remus…Sirius," Tonks said.

Both men jumped then looked up to her in surprise. "Dora!" Remus exclaimed, voice a bit panicked.

"Tonks," Sirius replied stiffly.

"Umm…We were supposed to meet today," Tonks blurted out nervously. "And I remembered you talking about this place and last night was the full moon and I just…I thought I'd come by and…If now's not a good time…"

"No, now's a great time," Sirius said. "I was just leaving."

Was she the only one to notice the look of disappointment that came across Remus's face? Tonks swallowed while she shifted uncomfortably where she stood. "You, uh, don't need to…"

"Do you have to…?" Remus asked at the same time.

"Yeah. I have stuff to do. Papers to grade and all," Sirius said, trying to sound like his usual self, but it was clear to their ears that it was strained and not quite as easy as Sirius might have hoped. "Later, Rem."

"Bye, Siri," Remus said sadly, watching pitifully as Sirius left. The sadness in those amber eyes was almost more than Tonks could bear. Surely, she wasn't becoming jealous of Sirius Black? There wasn't even anything between Remus and his old friend. They were just getting along better, which was great.

"So, I…I brought the pictures," Tonks said, patting her robes.

"What?" Remus asked.

"The…the baby pictures," Tonks said uncertainly.

"Oh. Oh right," Remus said, blinking and sitting up. "Sorry. It was a rough night."

"Sorry to hear that," Tonks said, sitting beside him and pulling the pictures out of her pocket. Her appointment had been yesterday in the late afternoon. Remus couldn't go with her because he had to get ready for the full moon that night, which Tonks fully understood. They made arrangements to meet today so that Tonks could catch him up on everything that had happened. "Healer says it's a boy," Tonks said, putting the pictures in front of Remus. "And that's his head…or I think that's his head. I can't really tell all too well, you know. Wish I could have afforded the more 'detailed' pictures 'cause you can always tell better on those!"

"Oh wow," Remus said quietly, eyes softening as he looked down at the picture. He reached out to gingerly trace the colored blobs that made up their son. Such warmth, love, and awe filled his eyes, curling up the corners of his mouth in the first genuine smile she had seen in so long. Tonks couldn't help but to grin in response. "We're having a son."

"Yeah, we are!" Tonks exclaimed proudly. "I was…I was wondering, though, if we might name him after my dad? One of his names, anyway."

Earlier in spring her parents' home had been attacked by Death Eaters. Her aunt Bellatrix had nearly killed her mother, but Rodolphus had succeeded in killing Ted Tonks. It hadn't really crossed her mind until the healer had told her that she was carrying a boy. It would have meant the world to her to name him after her father, even if it was just his middle name. They had a long time to discuss names, she figured.

"That…I think that would be great, Dora," Remus said with a nod. "Ted Remus Lupin, maybe?"

"Oh Remus! That would be wonderful! A great, strong name, I think!" Tonks said happily, placing both hands over her still flat stomach.

"I think so, too," Remus said, still staring at the picture, as though he couldn't quite believe it. "Do you think I could get a copy of this?"

"It's yours," Tonks assured him with a smile. "All yours!"

During free periods, friends of Hermione Granger rushed to the infirmary to sit by her bedside. She had quite a few cracked bones, bruises, cuts, and even a broken rib. While Madam Pomfrey wasn't keen on going around telling everyone her patient's business, everyone knew that the teachers thought she had been pushed down the staircase. By who, they weren't sure. What they did know was that Hermione had likely been lying at the bottom of the stairs for a good few hours. The only people who had woken before the Greengrass sisters had all taken different routes that day, managing to miss the sight of the witch. The Gryffindor was lucky to be alive, Madam Pomfrey made sure they all knew, making her friends all feel that much worse.

Draco and Ginny both had opted to take only a short lunch before rushing back to Hermione's bedside, surprised to meet each other there. For a while, they said nothing, only sitting side by side, looking at Hermione, lost in their own thoughts. Then, finally, Ginny spoke. "I feel like I should have known. Should have made sure she was around. Should have checked on her. Should have woken up earlier. Something. But that's silly, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," Draco replied, turning his face towards Ginny, though his eyes never quite left Hermione. "The only person at fault is the bastard who pushed her."

"Right," Ginny said, frowning as she looked at Hermione again. "I still feel like it's my fault."

The pair lapsed back into silence. Ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey bustled over to feed Hermione some more potions, muttering to herself as she checked on Hermione's wounds then left once again with dark looks to Draco and Ginny. It was as if she thought they were disturbing her patient but Hermione was still unconscious and would probably stay that way for a while according to the medi-witch.

Lunch went by quickly with Harry, Luna, Grace, Blaise, Daphne, Astoria, Neville, and a few others stopping by to check on her before heading to their next classes. Ginny had the period off while Draco opted to skip his Defense class. Harry had nodded solemnly when Draco announced this and offered to talk to Sirius about letting him off without a punishment. He, himself, looked tempted to stay with them but, in the end, let himself be pulled away by Blaise and Daphne. The Slytherins and Gryffindors may have been on better terms since the start of the new school year but never had the animosity been at such a low. Draco and Ginny hardly noticed anything, only settling in while their classmates went back to their schoolwork.

Shortly after the visitors left, Draco stood up then went to Madam Pomfrey's office, returning with the latest copies of the Daily Prophet, the Quibbler, Witch Weekly, pamphlets on various health issues, and a beginners healing text book. He dumped the stack on the bedside table and unfolded the Daily Prophet while Ginny eyed the other stuff, laughing for the first time that day.

"You'd have been better off getting a dictionary and reading out of it than half of that," Ginny teased.

"Well, it's all she had," Draco grumbled.

Ginny giggled. "We'll have to stop by the library later and bring her something she'd like tomorrow."

"I'll have you know she likes reading the news," Draco sniffed.

Ginny scoffed. "I know! I've been friends with her longer than you."

Draco cleared his throat then set about reading Hermione the newspaper, though he did so in such a pompous manner it was obviously just for fun and Ginny just smiled and listened in. For the next two hours, Draco tried to read to Hermione. Not long into it he began using rather comical voices while Ginny offered in humorous commentary on the subjects. The few times Madam Pomfrey came in to check on her, she would smile at them and assure them that Hermione could probably hear them, that it was good for her to have such nice friends willing to entertain her. Then she became stern at the end and reminded them not to disturb her other patients, that they shouldn't be skipping class. Draco and Ginny then looked on at Hermione guiltily, as they had been having so much fun and. despite Madam Pomfrey's original approval of the idea, it seemed so wrong to get caught up in enjoying themselves, especially at Hermione's bedside when she was injured. They managed to convince themselves to continue, though, with assurances that they were doing so for Hermione.

By the time their friends were out of class and had a free period, Draco and Ginny were perhaps having a bit too much fun. Draco had various pamphlets about sex, abstinence, pregnancy, and other related subjects clutched in one hand, leaning as far over the side of his chair as he could to get away from Ginny. The athletic redhead was practically in the Slytherin's lap, clawing at his arms as she reached for them. Both were laughing hysterically, grins spread so wide they hurt, cheeks pink in the excitement.

"It does not say that!" Ginny exclaimed, nails scratching at the corner of the nearest pamphlet.

Harry and Ron stood in the entrance of the infirmary, staring at the display in shock. Neither Draco nor Ginny seemed to notice. Draco moved the pamphlets around in his hand, trying to get them farther out of Ginny's reach when they fell to the floor. "Bugger," Draco grunted, then jumped out of his chair as Ginny slid out of his lap to the floor. "Don't touch my sex guide, Ginevra!"

"I'll do whatever I please, Draconius!"

Draco paused and just stared at her for a moment. "That's not my name."

Ginny grinned wickedly then went back to grabbing at the parchments while Draco reached over her, draping himself over her back while his hands gripped her wrists. Ginny squealed and tried to buck him off of her, but he held a firm grip on her wrists and sat back with her, crossing their arms together over her chest, breathing heavily into her ginger hair, grinning brilliantly, still chuckling, now and then, as Ginny struggled against him.

It was the strangest thing Harry and Ron had ever seen. And they had both seen the two snog.

After far too long, Ron seemed to snap out of his daze. Blue eyes narrowed dangerously at the blond, his hand going for his wand, though Harry was quick to reach out and grab it to stop him. "What the bloody hell are you doing to my sister, ferret?"

Ginny and Draco stiffened then looked up in surprise. Draco blushed furiously and quickly let go of Ginny, who grabbed the pamphlets then smiled victoriously, though it seemed her good mood wasn't quite so light and happy as it had been previously. Draco managed to regain control of himself enough to glare at Ron. "I know you're not stupid, Weasley. What did it look like?"

"Don't talk like that to my brother," Ginny said half-heartedly. The Weasleys were a fierce bunch and bad-mouthing one in front of another rarely ended well. With how much of a prat Ron had been lately, though, Ginny was finding it hard to argue with Draco on his point.

"Ginny, get away from him," Ron said. "I swear, if you touch her…"

"Ronald!" Ginny snapped. "You are not my mother and you will not tell me what to do!"

"Wait until Mum hears about how chummy you're being with a Malfoy!" Ron roared.

"Was that a threat?" Ginny snorted. "Too bad for you Mum doesn't have near your dramatic flair!"

"Oh, here we go," Harry sighed, sinking into one of the vacated chairs.

"You're the one looking for attention by shagging the git!"

Ginny's eyes flashed dangerously. "How dare you!" she snarled. "I am not shagging anyone, thank you very much!"

"You could be," Draco muttered jokingly. He hadn't meant for anyone to hear him but everyone did. Harry just gave him a look that clearly stated that he questioned his intelligence while Ron and Ginny looked furious.

"Now is not the time for you to try to get into my knickers, Malfoy!" Ginny snapped.

"Yeah! You stay away from my sister you Death Eater!"

"He is not a Death Eater!"

"Yes he is! And so is his fag of a father!"

"My father is not…!"

"He slept with Sirius!"

Harry's head shot up. "He did what?"

Draco snorted. "Don't be stupid!"

"He did! I heard Mrs. Potter and Lupin talk about it at your bonding ceremony!"

"Are you serious?" Harry asked, dumbfounded.

"Completely," Ron snorted. "And you know what I think, Malfoy? I think your dad takes it up the arse. And I bet you do, too!"

Silver gray eyes flashed angrily as Draco scrambled to his feet, drawing his wand. "Do not ever talk about my father or myself that way ever again, Weasel!"

"Draco, do not point that at my brother!"

"Don't call him Draco, Ginny! It's Malfoy!"

"I'll do whatever I bloody well please to the imbecile who is bad mouthing my family!"

"Don't call my brother an imbecile!"

"If I'm an imbecile, what's that make you, you great…you…you prick!"

"Yes, I do have a great prick. Thank you for noticing. Are you certain you're not bent, Weasel?"

"Ron, don't call him that! And Draco don't… Both of you, just stop!"

"Stay out of this, Ginny!"

"Stop telling me what to do, Ronald, because I swear to Merlin I will Bat-Bogey you so hard it won't stop for a week!"

"I wouldn't have to tell you what to do if you weren't sticking up for this arsehole! He's a traitor, Ginny, and that you and Hermione believe all of the shite that pours out of his mouth is scary!" Ron snapped. "He's using you! He's going to sell you all out to You-Know-Who before you know it! And you know what I think?" He glowered severely at Draco. "I think he did it."

"Did what?" Ginny demanded furiously.

"He pushed Hermione!"

Draco felt as though he had been punched hard in the stomach at the accusation. Gray eyes widened, mouth dropped open slightly, and he just gaped at Ron for it. Ginny and Harry, as well, sat staring at Ron in shock. As for Ron, he stood breathing heavily, hand twitching near where his wand was hidden in his pockets. His face was red as it always was when he was angry, the look in his blue eyes murderous. He seemed to truly believe that Draco had hurt Hermione while the mere thought of doing so made Draco ill. The room swayed a bit and Draco cleared his throat, putting his arms out slightly to steady himself.

Harry shook his head. "I don't think so, Ron," he mumbled.

"What?"

"I don't think Malfoy did it," Harry said quietly.

"Not you too, Harry!" Ron snapped in exasperation.

Harry's green eyes narrowed at his friend, his jaw clenching and unclenching. "I'm not saying I'm suddenly best mates with him. I just…I think he might actually care about Hermione."

"He doesn't care about anyone but himself," Ron snapped.

"That's not true, Ronald," Ginny said coldly.

"Why the bloody hell are you defending him?"

"Why the bloody hell are you attacking him?"

"Because he's a Malfoy!"

"Well isn't that judgmental of you!"

"Stop!" Harry hissed. "I'm surprised Madam Pomfrey hasn't barged in here yet!"

"I glanced into her office before we came in here. She's talking with Snape now. Bet she's too busy cowering from the grease flying out of his hair," Ron snorted.

"Don't talk about my godfather that way," Draco hissed.

"Godfather?" Ron snorted.

"SHUT UP!" Harry roared. Everyone else fell silent, staring at him in shock. Harry himself was surprised he hadn't woken Hermione up with his bellow, even if she was comatose. He breathed heavily, stomach lurching a bit, though he swallowed back the sickness before continuing. "Hermione is…She's not well. And you lot sitting around here arguing like this…Well, it's not right. If you want to be prats, do it somewhere else, yeah? Mione doesn't deserve to wake up to this shite after what she's been through."

The three just stared at him for a moment. Then Ginny nodded, looking slightly abashed. Following her, Draco bowed his head then turned and reached over to pat Hermione's shoulder, looking at her sadly. Ron's fists clenched at this and his glare intensified but he, eventually, stepped back, loosening up a bit.

"Good," Harry said, when everyone seemed to be in agreement. "Now…"

"Out of the way!" called Madam Pomfrey's voice. She was carrying a small cauldron full of some bubbling orange goo with blue sparks shooting out of it and a disturbing green-gray fume rising. Draco and Ginny moved away from Hermione's bed so that Madam Pomfrey could sit the cauldron on the small table. She scooped some into a small cup then sat on the side of Hermione's bed, moving her around so that she could feed it to her.

The smell hit Harry's nose, upsetting his stomach horribly. He had already been feeling nauseous since he had woken up and it had come and gone since. He had even stopped by the lavatory several times between classes. This was the worst, though. It smelled of rotten eggs, mold, and dragon dung. Harry hunched over, gagging a bit, praying he could hold the vomit down.

"Harry?" Ginny asked.

"Oh Merlin," Ron groaned, darting across the room to grab a bucket and rushed back with it, handing it to Harry.

"Are you alright, dear?" Madam Pomfrey asked, eyes narrowing in on him. "Oh for goodness sake, boy! Go to the…"

She was cut off by the loud, disgusting sound of Harry upchucking into the bucket. Ginny shrieked and jumped back in surprise then changed direction to move forward, kneeling beside Harry to rub his back. "Are you alright?"

"No offense, but that is repulsive, Potter," Draco said, wrinkling his nose.

Madam Pomfrey sighed. "Well, get in a bed with you, then."

"No…No I'm fine," Harry gasped, then felt it all coming up again, so he ducked his head back into the bucket.

"Grief, mate," Ron muttered. "Are you pregnant? He's been doing this all day."

"I really must insist…" Madam Pomfrey said.

"I'm fine. I just ate something wonky at breakfast," Harry replied. "Got anything to settle an upset stomach?"

Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips. "I really would rather look you over."

"I'm fine, I promise," Harry laughed shakily. "Just ate something off. You have more important patients to care for than a bout of bad food."

The medi-witch clucked. "If you insist. If this keeps up I want you back in here, is that understood, Mr. Potter?"

"Yes, ma'am. So, how's Hermione?" he asked quickly, wanting the attention off of him.

"She'll be fine," Madam Pomfrey promised. "Just as soon as she wakes up. Most of her injuries have healed. Only some of the internal injuries are being a bit tricky. This should fix her up just fine. I'm sure she'll wake up before too long."

"Oh, that's good," Harry said. Then, as he eyed the potion she was referring to, he leaned back over the bucket once again.

Ginny smiled a bit weakly and tugged on his arm. "Come on, wonder boy. Let's get you away from the mean ole potion."

Author's Note: I would like to make a point about the ultrasound picture thing Tonks had. I know she's only like not even two months into her pregnancy yet, but this is magic people ;) haha. Anyway, it was basically like an ultrasound only they used wands instead of machines and a simple spell could develop a picture that resembles an ultrasound picture a great deal. A more complicated spell (for a price) could get them a more detailed picture of the baby. I just wanted to make a little note about that, though you will definitely learn more about magical pregnancies later on in the story.

I also feel like there was another note I wanted to make…But I forgot.

Anywho big thanks to my reviewers: Madamdragon, unneeded, Sashi, Sabelsilverrain, and non-Sevium!

To Sablesilverrain: glad you thought so! I'm terribly insecure about my writing and the chapter had given me so much trouble I was like freaking out like a crazy person >_> But it got good reveiws on all the sites I posted on...was my most reviewed chapter...so I guess it really wasn't so bad after all xD lmao! Thanks so much!

To Non-Servium: Your review made me smile so much! Especially the first half had me giggling and even more especially the Tonks comment xD Hope you keep enjoying and reviewing!

BIG THANKS TO DANI FOR BEING THE MOST AMAZING WONDERFUL BETA EVER!!!!
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