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Ron's Horrible Summer Break

Chapter 3

When he woke up the next morning, Ron felt the same as the day before. He slowly got out of bed and went to use the bathroom. When he came back into his room, he saw that Harry was still asleep, but he was pale with feverishly flushed cheeks, and his nose was running a bit. Ron went back to the bathroom, and took about eight boxes of tissues. He placed four boxes on his own bedside table and put the other four on Harry's. He also conjured a trashcan for Harry, so that he wouldn't have to get up every time he had to throw out a tissue, which would most likely be a lot. Ron was about go get back into bed, when he realized that he should probably tell his Mum that Harry was sick. He left the room again and went downstairs towards the kitchen. Ron made it to the kitchen and then had a small sneezing fit, which caught his mother's attention.

"ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO! Sniff! Sniff! Ugh." Ron sneezed. Mrs. Weasely looked up from her housework and was shocked to see Ron standing behind her.

"Ronald, what are you doing out of bed!" Mrs. Weasley asked, as she helped her son into a chair.

"Cough! Cough! Combeing downd to ged you. Sniff!" Ron whispered hoarsley. His throat felt horrible. "I got up to use the bathroob, and whed I cabe back, I doticed that Harry was looking a bid pale and his dose was rudding. I'b positive dat he caught by flu. I cambe dowd here to ask you if you could wake hib up, and baybe take his temperature. I already put about four boxes of tissues on his bedside table. He's going to deed theb." Ron said. He coughed to clear his throat, and looked at his mother. Mrs Weasley had a small smile on her face. She put a hand on her son's shoulder.

"You did the right thing, Ron. Come on, lets get you back upstairs and into bed, and then I'll wake Harry up and try to figure out what's wrong.

"ACHOO! ACHOO! Ugh!" Ron sneezed again. Mrs. Weasley handed him a few tissues. "Thangks, Mum." He blew his nose, and threw the tissue away. Mrs. Weasley helped him up and led him to the stairs. Ron had to stop on almost every landing to catch his breath, cough, or sneeze, but Mrs. Weasley didn't mind. She stayed by her son, and rubbed his back to help him get his breathing back under control. When they finally reached Ron's room, Mrs. Weasley helped Ron into bed, and started to gently shake Harry awake.

When Harry woke up, he realized that he had cought the flu from Ron. He was hot and cold at the same time, he felt like he had to cough and sneeze, he was so congested he could barely breathe through his nose, and his throat was feeling a bit scratchy. Add the fever and headache, and the result was a very miserable looking thirteen soon to be fourteen year old boy. Harry felt so horrible that at first he didn't realize that someone was shaking him gently. After a few seconds, he heard Mrs. Weasley's voice.

"Harry, wake up sweetie." She said. Harry sniffed, rolled over so he was facing the direction of the voice, and opened his eyes. Mrs. Weasley was sitting on the edge of his bed, with a concerned look on her face. "Harry, are you alright, sweetie?" she asked. Harry sat up in bed.

"Sniff! Sniff! Sniff! Cough! Cough! I'll be fide, it's jus the flu. I'b able to take care of byself. ACHOO! Ugh! I've taken care of byself whed I wasn't feeling well for by whole life with the Dursley's. Besides- ACHOO, ACHOO, ACHOO- Ron deeds you to take care of hib. Sniff!" Ron heard what Harry was saying and got out of bed.

"Listend, Harry. I didn't want you to catch by flu, bud ndow that you have it, I'mb kind of glad. This is your chandce to experiendce sombeonde taking care of you whed you don't feel well. Sniff! ACHOO!" Ron said.

"Bless you, Ron, and you're right. I haven't experiendced what it was like to be cared for whed dot feeling well, bud that's okay. I'b fully capable of taking care of byself." Harry croaked. His throat was obviously not happy about all the talking. Ron tried to persuade Harry one more time.

"Harry, I kndow that you're able to take care of yourself, bud you don't have to. Let Mum, Herbionde, and Giddy help you feel bedder." Ron said. Harry thought it over for a few minutes, and decided to let the Weasley's and Hermione take care of him.

"Alright." said Harry. Ron and Mrs Weasley smiled.

"Oh, Harry, I put four boxes of tissues on your bedside table dext to you glasses. You're going to deed theb. I also conjured you a trash cand." said Ron. Harry saw the tissues and trashcan and smiled.

"Thanks Ron." Harry croaked. He laid back down and closed his eyes.

"Sorry, Harry, but you can't go to sleep yet, I need to take your temperature. Then you can go back to sleep while I fix breakfast." said Mrs. Weasley.

"M'kay." Harry moaned. He opened his eyes. Mrs. Weasley conjured a thermometer out of the air and placed it under Harry's tongue. The thermometer beeped and Mrs. Weasley took the thermometer from Harry's mouth.

"103.7. The same as Ron's was yesterday." Mrs. Weasley said. Harry felt a few sneezes coming on. He sat up, grabbed a few tissues, and put them up to his nose and mouth just in time.

"ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO!" Harry sneezed. He blew his nose, threw the tissues away, laid down, and pulled the covers over himself. Mrs. Weasley kissed him on the head.

"Try to sleep, Harry. I'll send Hermione and Ginny up with breakfast." said Mrs. Weasley. Harry nodded, rolled over, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. Mrs. Weasley turned to Ron and helped him into bed. Ron laid down and let his mother tuck him in. He smiled weakly at his mother.

"I didn't think he was going to give ind so easily. I was sure he would dendy dat he was evend sick. Cough! Cough! Sniff!" said Ron. Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"I was right there, so he probably knew that he couldn't fool me. Now, why don't you try to get some sleep, and I'll send the girls up with your breakfasts in a little while, alright?" she said. Ron nodded and curled up under his covers. Mrs. Weasley kissed him on the head and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Once she got down into the kitchen, she found Fred, George, Ginny, and Hermione up and ready for the day.

"Hi, Mum. Where have you been?" asked George.

"Upstairs taking care of Ron and Harry. We have two patients now." said Mrs. Weasley. Looks of concern appeared on all four of the faces in front of her.

"How did Harry manage to get sick so quickly? We just saw him yesterday. He played quidditch with us." said Fred.

"Ron and Harry are sharing a room. Harry was going to catch it eventually. They're with each other all the time." Hermione answered. The twins seemed to accept this answer and started to have their own private conversation.

"Hermione, Ginny, I'll make breakfast for you and the twins, and then I'll start breakfast for our patients upstairs. When you two are finished, would you take their breakfasts up to them?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Hermione and Ginny nodded enthusiastically. "Thanks, girls."

"No problem, Mrs. Weasley. We will do anything to help you take care of them." said Hermione. Fred and George, who seemed to have reached an end to their discussion, added,

"We'll help in any way too, Mum, the first being that we won't play any pranks, or blow anything up until Harry and Ron are fully recovered." said George. Yeah, we'll stay quiet. Both of them are bound to have killer headaches and they most likely don't need any help making them worse." said Fred. Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"That's very thoughtful of you, boys. I appreciate it, and I'm sure that Harry and Ron will appreciate the silence too." she said. As soon as Hermione was finished, she grabbed Ron's tray, and started upstairs.

"I'll see you in Ron's room. Alright, Ginny. I left you Harry's tray." said Hermione. Ginny nodded and smiled. She was fine with giving Harry his breakfast, but she just wanted to finish her own.

Hermione smiled as she walked into the smallest bedroom, and saw Ron in bed. He looked so vulnerable. Hermione set the tray down on a chair, sat down on the edge of the bed, and genly started to wake Ron up.

Ron woke up to Hermione's voice gently telling him to wake up. He opened his eyes to see his friend sitting on the edge of his bed, and smiled weakly.

"Bornding, Herbionde." Ron whispered. "Cough! Cough! Cough! Sniff! ACHOO! ACHOO! Ugh! Could you pass mbe sombe tissues?" Ron asked as he sat up in bed. Hermione nodded and handed a few to Ron. "Thangks." Ron said. He blew his nose until it was clear and leaned back against the pillows. "Harry up yet?"

"No, Ginny is coming up shortly with his breakfast, I thought that she could have the privalige of waking him up. Speaking of which," said Hermione, picking up the tray she had brought with her and setting it across Ron's lap. "Here's your breakfast. Why don't you eat it while it's still warm." she said. Ron nodded, picked up his spoon and started on the porridge. He was just about to put the first spoonful into his mouth, when Ginny opened the door with an identical tray in her hands.

"Morning, Ron. How do you feel?" Ginny asked.

"Ndot mbuch bedder." said Ron as he sipped his pumpkin juice. Ginny shot him a concerned look, set Harry's tray on a chair by the bed, and woke Harry up.

"Harry, wake up." said Ginny. Harry moaned softly and opened his eyes. Ginny was sitting next to him on the edge of his bed, and running her hand through his hair. "Hi, Giddy. Sniff!" Harry whispered. "Could you pass be by glasses. I'b pretty buch blind without themb." he asked. Ginny nodded and gave the glasses to Harry, who put them on and sat up in bed. Ginny rubbed his arm comfortingly, and set the tray on Harry's lap. Harry picked up his spoon and began to eat.

"I'm sorry neither of you are feeling well. Hermione, Fred, George, and I will do anything and everything to help Mum take care of you." said Ginny. Ron groaned at the mension of Fred and George. "What is it Ron? Are you okay?" Ginny asked. Ron shook his head.

"How are Fred and George gonna help us feel bedder? Sniff! Sniff! All they kndow how to do is mbake ndoise, blow stuff up, and pull prandks. ACHOO! Ugh. Could I have andother couple of tissues, Herbionde?" Ron asked. Hermione gave him a few and Ron blew his nose.

"Fred and George said that they would stop their hijinks until you're fully recovered." said Ginny. Ron and Harry visibly relaxed at this statement, and breakfast went on without incedent.

As soon as the breakfast things were cleared away, Harry and Ron rid themselves of as many sneezes as possible, blew their noses until they were clear, and curled up under the covers, facing eachother. Hermione and Ginny had gone downstairs to let the boys rest. The girls had taken their temperatures before they left and there was no change for either of them.

"Cough! Cough! Harry, I'mb sorry you caught the flu fromb mbe." Ron said.

"Sniff! Sniff! Sniff! Cough! It's okay Rond. I kndew I was going to catch it soonder or lader." Harry whispered hoarsely. The door opened, and Harry and Ron looked over to see Mrs. Weasley coming to check on them.

"How are you two feeling?" she asked. She sat down on Ron's bed and felt her son's forehead.

"I dond't feel good at all." Ron moaned. "I'mb hot, I cand't breathe through mby ndose, I have a horrible headache, mby throat hurts, and ndither mbe ndor Harry cand stop coughing and sndeezing." Ron croaked. Mrs. Weasley looked over at Harry.

"What about you, Harry?" she asked. Harry was sitting up in bed, and had a few tissues over his face, ready to catch a sneeze.

"ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO! Sniff! Sniff! Ugh. Sambe as Rond. Sniff!" Harry sniffled. He threw the tissues away, grabbed some more and blew his nose. As soon as he threw those tissues away, he realized that the trashcan was overflowing with tissues. He waved his wand and the tissues in his trashcan disappeared.

Ron had somehow fallen asleep again. Mrs. Weasley covered him up and kissed her son on the head. "Get some rest, Sweetie." she whispered. She then turned to Harry, who looked positively miserable. She sat on the edge of his bed and rubbed his arm gently. Harry moaned. He looked like he needed the comfort of a parent. She took her apron and shoes off. She figured the housework could wait for a few hours, or at least until lunch. She leaned against the headboard next to Harry and pulled the covers around them both. Then, she took his glasses, folded them, placed them on the bedside table, and wrapped her arms around her patient.

"Go to sleep, Harry." said Mrs. Weasley. "You need your rest." Harry snuggled down and curled against Mrs. Weasley, glad for the warmth. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes. Mrs. Weasley stayed with him even after he fell asleep. She had no idea that someone was watching her.

Ron watched as his mother comforted Harry. This is what he had wanted for his friend. He wanted Harry to experience what it was like to have a mother comfort him. Ron smiled as he drifted off to sleep, thinking his friend was getting just what he needed.