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She
stirred
,
then
sat
up
quickly
,
pushing
her
hair
out
of
her
face
.
"
What
's
wrong
?
Harry
?
Are
you
all
right
?
"
"
It
's
okay
,
everything
's
fine
.
More
than
fine
,
I
'm
great
.
There
's
someone
here
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
Who
--
?
"
She
saw
Ron
,
who
stood
there
holding
the
sword
and
dripping
onto
the
threadbare
carpet
.
Harry
backed
into
a
shadowy
corner
,
slipped
off
Ron
's
rucksack
,
and
attempted
to
blend
in
with
the
canvas
.
Hermione
slid
out
of
her
bunk
and
moved
like
a
sleepwalker
toward
Ron
,
her
eyes
upon
his
pale
face
.
She
stopped
right
in
front
of
him
,
her
lips
slightly
parted
,
her
eyes
wide
.
Ron
gave
a
weak
hopeful
smile
and
half
raised
his
arms
.
Hermione
launched
herself
forward
and
started
punching
every
inch
of
him
that
she
could
reach
.
"
Ouch
--
ow
--
gerroff
!
What
the
--
?
Hermione
--
OW
!
"
"
You
--
complete
--
arse
--
Ronald
--
Weasley
!
"
