About an hour later, Dumbledore opened the door and peered in. He smiled and closed it again. Everyone got the feeling that they shouldn't disturb Harry and whatever was going on inside the room. Only the Healers periodically went in and came out shaking their heads. Apparently, Hermione would not wake up for them to remove her. The next morning, an old Healer came out of the room running and returned with two others flanking him. Quickly he said to Dumbledore, "I think you should see this. I've never seen anything like it before in my life!"
Dumbledore came in, accompanied by the Weasleys and Lupin just as Hermione was being levitated onto a stretcher.
"This girl is suffering from hypothermia. She's as cold as ice! Get her into treatment immediately," he told his co-workers. Then he turned to Dumbledore. "His temperature seems to have returned to normal," he said, gesturing to Harry, "and his cuts are even looking better."
Everyone looked on in awe.
"What's happening?"
Ron jumped. The voice was Harry's. He was stirring and reaching for his glasses on the table beside him.
"Harry! You're awake again!" he said. "Look everybody, Harry's awake!"
"Wha? Hermione?" Harry continued, having caught a glimpse of her. Then he became startled at the sight of her being carried away and sat bolt upright in bed. "Where are they taking Hermione? What's wrong with her?"
Amongst all of the confusion and astonishment, no one was answering him. Then, he made to stand up.
"Whoa, wait a minute there," said the old Healer, "You're in no fit state to move yet."
"What's wrong with her?" he insisted.
"She's going to be fine, Mr. Potter. I can assure you that she will be well attended to. I dare say that it appears she saved your life."
Harry looked baffled, but Dumbledore smiled. There was no doubt that what they had witnessed was a miracle of love.
Later that day Hermione woke up and appeared to be alright. When one of the Healers told her what had happened, how the cold of Harry's body appeared to have passed to her instead, she was fascinated. It had worked; he was fine. The next day, both of them were allowed to leave the hospital.
"Does Bret know where I've been?" she asked as she went down the stairs accompanied by Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the twins. "I totally forgot to tell him I was leaving the other night."
"Don't worry. I told him everything," said Ron, "about Harry being ill and then you having to be admitted to the hospital yourself."
"You told him…everything?" Hermione sounded a bit worried now.
"Yeah…well, everything except that you slept with Harry." Poor Ron then realized what he said. "I mean we all know you didn't really…you know."
There was silence and then laughter from everyone else. Ron went pink and then laughed right along with them.
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