Hey people! I decided to revise this story, because I've gotten a lot of reviews saying it needed more detail, so here we go again!
I'm changing it to first person, though, so when I'm working on this it'll probably get all messed up, but bare with me.
J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, and if you didn't already know that you're an idiot, no offense.
They started at lunchtime, in the Great Hall.
I was sitting across from Harry and Ron, at the Gryffindor table, next Ginny and some other girl.
It was just your average day, nothing much had happened. Nothing worth spending too much time to think about.
I was drinking pumpkin juice when I first hiccuped, and it was a bit loud. The first one came out with Hicc!
Harry, Ron, and Ginny turned to stare at me with slightly widened eyes, and it was almost scary looking.
Why were they doing this? I had no idea at the time.
"Mione, are you okay?" asked Harry, still looking shocked.
If only I knew.
"Of course, Harry, they're only hiccups. What's gotten into you three?" I asked hesitantly. Did I even want to know?
Could this be some twisted practical joke engineered by Fred and George?
And then I hiccuped again.
It was as if they all had a secret, and this was a game to see how long it would take before I found out.
"Nothing," he stuttered, then threw himself into another conversation, "Hey Ron, ready for the Quidditch match this Saturday?"
"What? Oh, yeah, of course," replied Ron. He gave me an almost acusing glance before continuing talking to Harry.
I hastily got up, saying, "I have to get my Arithmancy textbook, I left it in the common room."
"See you later," said Ginny, andi I almost believed her casual tone. Almost.
What was going on with them, wondered, hiccuping again.
Why couldn't I be one of those people with quieter hiccups? If only there was a spell for this!
But maybe there was! I summoned my textbook and raced to the library. I had a half hour until her next class, and there was no way that I would waste it.
"Ow!" I cried when I ran smack into someone as I turned the last corner.
I was almost there, and now I had to run into someone!
"I'm so sorry- nevermind," I said quickly, when I saw who it was.
Draco Malfoy.
Why was he always there, I wondered absentmindedly. Not 'there', as in the library, but as in that he was always in the background wherever I went.
Though he was usually with the other Slytherins.
I spun around and walked away and I hiccuped again, this one especially loud.
"Granger?" he called, after a moment of me walking away.
Walking too slowly, hoping that he would do as he had done.
I stopped, but didn't turn around. No need to look like I had wanted this.
"What, Malfoy?" I said in an exasperated tone.
"Are you okay?"
This time I did turn, and not only that.
I walked up to him and demanded, "Of course I am, you slimy git! Why are you even asking that?" and hiccuped again.
What was going on? What was wrong with everybody?
Time for the hiccups to end now, I thought to myself. Come on, I mentally groaned as I hiccuped yet again.
"You're hiccuping," he said blankly.
"Obviously," I sneered. I felt almost like a Slytherin at that moment.
As I stubbornly walked away, he started to follow me, so I ran as fast as I could to the infirmary, slipping through the entrance.
"What is it, my dear?" asked Madam Pomfrey, coming up to me with a friendly smile
Breathing heavily, I hiccuped again.
I was about to offer an explanation to leave when Madam Pomfrey said, "Oh my. Oh my goodness."
What now?
