I do not own Harry Potter i merely borrowed them from J.K Rowling for they are HER creations ;D
my first story! hope you enjoy it! i'm open to any comments on ANYTHING promise! i'm doing this mostly for the Dramione fans so if you could lemme know what you think should happen next i'd be grateful to hear your views!
Hermione Jean Granger sat at the desk in the Gryffindor common room; quill in her hand, Ron's Potions homework at her side, her eyes bulging. Professor Slughorn was nice, but not that nice to give Ron a decent mark for this. Ronald had put so little brainpower in his homework that if there were a way to transmit the thought he'd mustered into a squirrel that squirrel would be very dumb.
"Idiot." she muttered under her breath. She recognised what he had written, it was copied straight from their Potions book. "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" she said the words viciously as she read through the paper. After a while she concluded that, yes, he had copied the whole thing and because of this fact – Hermione tried so very hard to repress a grin – there was nothing she could do to save it.
Having failed not to grin, Hermione stretched out, threw Ron's quill down on the un-saveable essay and popped into the cosy armchair by the fire, relaxing her soar joints as she stretched again and curled up on the soft material.
"Suits him right!" Hermione grumbled softly in the chair, her tired eyes drooping. She felt the haze of sleep swirl around her head. Images from the past flickered behind her lids and repressed worries stirred in her mind. She was so close; so close to sleep when;
"Hey Hermione have you seen-!?" a familiar voice called but stopped abruptly.
If it were any other voice… Hermione thought grimly but with a sigh, opened her eyes to see Ginny standing at the foot of the girl's dormitory's stairs. "Sorry 'Mione I didn't know you were sleeping," she said in a rush. "I'll come back later if you wa-"
"Don't worry Gin," Hermione sighed, her eyes so tired they barely opened more than slits. "Whah hih sit?" she yawned covering her mouth hastily. "Who are you looking for?"
"I was just- have you seen Harry?" she asked then shook her head slightly. "Or Ron for that matter?"
"Yeah they left a couple hours ago," her eyes scanned the room hastily before she said the next bit, "they're still tailing Malfoy."
"What again?" Ginny hissed.
"Yep," Hermione scowled lazily at the floor near her feet.
"What are they expecting to find anyway?" Ginny was pacing now. "It's not like they have proof for Merlin's sake!"
"I know Gin. And you know that I've tried as much as you have to dissuade them," Hermione let her head rest back, two tired to really get angry. "But boys will be boys."
"A-K-A:" Ginny huffed, falling into another armchair, "senseless, stubborn, cock driven, complete pain in the necks, short tempered, never listening arses!"
Hermione gave it a dramatic pause before peeping through her lashes and smiling slightly. "Exactly."
The two girls looked at each other and laughed.
Hermione nestled her head back and let her eyes slip shut. There was silence for a few minutes, in which Ginny thought Hermione had fallen asleep.
"'Mione?" she murmured tentatively.
"Hmm?" Hermione stirred slightly.
"You think Harry," she pause slightly, "and Ron, will be ok?"
Hermione sighed and straightened up, "listen Gin, there is no need to worry, I mean it is kind of late and they are 'senseless, stubborn, cock driven, complete pain in the necks, short tempered, never listening arses'" – Ginny gave a soft snort of a laugh at this – "but you know Harry and Ron." Hermione turned to face her friend straight on, "They get in trouble all the time (the gits) and always find a way to squeeze out of it." She leaned forward to stoke her friend's arm comfortingly. "And besides! With the cloak and the map they'll be ab-so-lute-ly fine." She winked. "You'll see." Hermione didn't know where she was getting all of this. Normally she was the fist to be worried but now she sounded so sure. Must be the sleep deprivation.
Well whatever it was; it worked.
"Yeah you're probably right," Ginny sighed, easing up a little. "C'mon 'Mione," she smiled, standing up and extending her hand to her best friend. "Let's go sleep. You look like you need it."
Hermione grinned sleepily at her, and oh so grateful that it so happened that Ginny was her best friend, she let herself be pulled to her feet and dragged to her loving bed in the room at the end of the red steps.
The next morning Hermione was woken up by some tapping and hooting. She opened her eyes and sure enough there was that same black hawk that had haunted her for the past week or two, causing her to have frequent nightmares and cold sweats in the middle of the night.
Her head was poundingso hard! What time was it? Hermione's eyes darted to the old grandfather clock in the corner of the room and she felt her shoulders sag. Four in the ruddy morning AGAIN!
"Ok let's get this over with," she sighed, swinging her legs over the side of her bed and stumbling over to the window.
The wind was icy and bit easily in Hermione's warm flesh. She shuddered, opened the window wider and slammed it shut the minute the hawk flew in. As usual it screeched and howled, flying madly around the room. She glared at the annoying thing and with a careless flick of her wand she silenced it with a Muffliato before her friends could stir. The hawk sent a silent screech of annoyance and whooshed down.
"Argh!" Hermione yelped, as it's sharp claws scraped and scratched at her bare arms and legs. "Ouch!" she lifted her arms in front of her face to protect herself but not before the hawk could take another snag at her face. She felt the claw mark start to burn and grimaced, the fact that it was dangerously close to her eye making tears escape. "Stupid little- Petrificus Totalus!" she snarled, and watched as the blasted thing fell to the floor, completely immobilised.
Flustered, she touched her cheek and pulled her fingers back. Crimson blood stained her fingertips. "Happy now you little bastard?" Hermione sneered down at the immobilised hawk as if it were a person. She stood there fuming at the animal for half a minute before sighing, walking over to it and ripping out the parchment attached to its clawed leg. She then grabbed the thing by the back of the head, marched over to the window and threw it as hard as she could, undoing the charm as it spiralled into the distance before turning back to the letter.
Hermione held the delicate material between her fingertips. She knew what it would say, well roughly anyway, and despite everything she was slightly frightened of what it might say.
Three weeks prior Hermione had received the first of these letters. It had contained a riddle, nothing too impossible, about what to put in a bag.
The first had talked about a tent, the second of a fireplace and the third of a slave. The letters had been packed of death threats like 'if you are not prepared Hermione Granger all your friends will be in grave danger' or 'I will use the Cruciatus Curse until your mind is ripe with silent fright' all of them rhyming.
But it wasn't the rhyming that scared her, in fact the rhymes were of poor quality if anything, not written by someone who read poetry for sure, it was the people the figure wrote about. He or she kept sending death threats to people that were close to Hermione through the letters to her, telling her exactly what that person was up to on a specific day saying exactly what they said at the time.
She had asked all her friends what they had done on each of the threat dates and it always turned out that the threaten-er was exactly right and this scared her beyond belief.
Slowly, with trembling fingers, Hermione unfolded the letter.
Dear Hermione Granger
This time I ask of you an object of despair
I ask of you to bring me a real and proper torture chair
Put it in the bag like I know you will
Make sure it'll keep the prisoner silent and still
Do this and think of your dear friend Ronald Weasley
Think of how I could kill him so easily
For he is unguarded tonight
Hiding under a cloak removed from sight
Do you understand?
For muddy footprints he leaves behind
And that is how Ronald Weasley I will find
Now sit there, frightened, pending on every breath
For tonight you will dream of Ronald Weasley's death
Sweet dreams
X
T.S.P
Hermione thought she ought to be used to this by now, used to the constant threats to her friend's safety. But Hermione couldn't help it. Her legs buckled, her body gave way, and everything went numb as she collapsed onto the floor, curling up into a ball, letter held to her chest, whimpering and sobbing weakly.
Ron! She thought shuddering at the thought of his redhead friend limp on the floor. Dead. "No!" the moan that rocked through her escaped her lips only by accident.
Hermione cried for a long time until finally she fell into the nightmare the letter said she would have.
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