Disclaimer: Don't own characters. Just plot.
A/N: The first part is flashback. And this is a change from my usual story. Harry/Hermione, not Draco/Hermione BUT Draco will soften.
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Hermione sat in the big chair, waiting for the news, she had been feeling lethargic and not well, so her parents got her checked out by a wizard doctor, they had somehow managed to find out she was a witch, and felt safer talking to someone that was like Hermione. He walked back in with some paper.
"Hermione, you have a disease known as Polymyositis. It is a disease that attacks the muscles causing you to feel ill. You must not do any flying or strenuous exercise. I will prescribe some pills but it has not much of a cure. It is treatable, but not curable. It will go eventually, but who knows when?"
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Hermione cried. She had been seven then, and she was fifteen now. It had been going on for longer than half her life. But no one knew. No one, not a soul.
No one understood her fear of flying that was only a lie, no one realised why she worked and not played, no one asked any questions and she sobbed silently. It would be nice if just someone could be talked to.
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The sunlight shone on a young, brown haired girl's face as she sat under the tree. She said it was too hot to run around and that she didn't feel like it. Of course, the teacher wouldn't argue and just gave her stuff to write down. How the game worked, what you did, etc. etc. It seemed to be like Muggle handball, just modified. But Hermione just lay under the shade of the tree, not listening to the Slytherins laugh in scorn and the Gryffindors cheer with the thought of winning. She thought of what it would be like to play sport.
True, most people would do anything to get out of playing sport, but when you haven't played for eight years you forget what it is to fly and run and catch and throw. It hurt, not really remembering, the pain gnawing at her stomach. It was strange how, having been at Hogwarts for five years no one really thought about it with her not doing sport. It was a change of excuse until Madam Hooch forgot, but Hermione could tell she never really forgot, she figured that Hermione was just a lazy sod that couldn't be bothered running. Her motto was, 'If you can't get off your butt and do something, people give up on you," and she had. Years and years ago she gave up, it was to frustrating fighting with someone of that age.
So Hermione just sat thinking about her Transfiguration homework. She heard Madam Hooch send someone off and they sat next to her.
"So, Granger, thought much?" Malfoy sneered. When Hermione didn't respond he tapped her shoulder, and she looked up, her eyes misty and set in flame.
"Nice to see you too. Now I was thinking about the Potions homework and." Draco pottered on.
Hermione paid no attention whatsoever and just thought about why she was stuck with him.
"Hello? Earth to 'Mione! Earth to 'Mione!" he said, waving his hand in front of her face. She looked at him and stared, a mixture of shock and amazement.
"What did I do?" he groaned.
"You said 'Mione. My first name! You would never do that unless.you were up to something."Draco swore silently. He actually really liked her and knew that she would never be the same.
"It was to get your attention," he replied sharply. Madam Hooch's whistle went and she sent off a red faced Ron and a purple Harry.
"Get lost, Malfoy," Ron muttered.
"Oh, protect Miss Priss! Now, first the bonnet, then the rose," Draco said, sounding like an old granny with his voice so high. His voice had broken recently and it was hilarious when he talked. Hermione, Ron and Harry burst into laughter and Draco ran off to another tree. But Harry and Ron had barely sat down when the whistle went for the lesson. Ron ran off to get changed into his Quidditch gear but Harry had gotten the practice off because he had hurt his foot against Slytherin. Madam Pomfrey said it would be fine, just rest and no Quidditch. So he sat with Hermione, quietly waiting for her to think.
He had gotten really close to her in the past year and they were practically boyfriend and girlfriend. They went everywhere together and crept off together with the Invisibility Cloak and Marauders Map.
Hermione started sobbing and Harry looked at her. She was staring at a broomstick, crying. It was though it had hit her, but hadn't. Harry went and got it and brought it over.
"Hey, 'Mione, you sit, I'll steer!" he called. Hermione looked at him and smiled. He pulled her up and they jumped on. Harry pushed off hard, not caring about teachers because they all said he was fine to ride whenever he wanted. He started flying slowly, because Hermione had never been on a broom before and was shrieking in either terror or amazement. He didn't try anything to fancy but when Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist and put her neck in the crook of his shoulder he knew she was enjoying it. He landed down on the ground and put the broom back where he got it. Hobbling back to Hermione he wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a piggyback with a squawking parakeet on his back.
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Harry raced up to the common room grabbed his Invisibility cloak and the map. He traced where they would go, and, throwing the cloak around Hermione, they set off. He went to a Gargoyle that had an entrance that no one knew about, even Fred and George. He tapped the combination and slid inside, Hermione bumping him. He took the cloak off and sealed the entrance. Leaning over, he picked Hermione up and put her on his chest.
"Hey, 'Mione?" he asked quietly.
"Mmm?" she replied softly.
"Do you like this?" he asked teasingly, kissing her neck. She giggled and turned around. She kissed him on the lips and he gave her a warm hug.
"I got another. Why don't you do sport?" he murmured. Hermione stopped and looked at him. "Why do you want to know?" she inquired.
"Because, I don't know, five years of no sport or flying seems.a bit much," he replied.
"I just prefer work. You should know that!" she retorted.
"No, there's something else. You never run, unless you're late for a class and even then you moan and groan that it was too much exercise. So I'll ask you again. Why don't you do sport?" Hermione jumped up and ran out. Harry was shocked and followed quickly, chasing her to an abandoned dead end classroom.
Realising she was trapped she reeled around and met Harry. Fear shone in her eyes like he had never seen before, her arms trembling.
"Hey! I only asked why you didn't do sport!" he whispered.
"It's.it's.it's.it's too hard to explain," she replied shortly before running off. Harry turned around, a confused look on his face. What had he said?
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A/N: I can highly vouch that everything with polymyositis is true because I have it! I have had it since Hermione has had it and I can tell you that it is pretty devastating.
Cuppy!
A/N: The first part is flashback. And this is a change from my usual story. Harry/Hermione, not Draco/Hermione BUT Draco will soften.
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Hermione sat in the big chair, waiting for the news, she had been feeling lethargic and not well, so her parents got her checked out by a wizard doctor, they had somehow managed to find out she was a witch, and felt safer talking to someone that was like Hermione. He walked back in with some paper.
"Hermione, you have a disease known as Polymyositis. It is a disease that attacks the muscles causing you to feel ill. You must not do any flying or strenuous exercise. I will prescribe some pills but it has not much of a cure. It is treatable, but not curable. It will go eventually, but who knows when?"
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Hermione cried. She had been seven then, and she was fifteen now. It had been going on for longer than half her life. But no one knew. No one, not a soul.
No one understood her fear of flying that was only a lie, no one realised why she worked and not played, no one asked any questions and she sobbed silently. It would be nice if just someone could be talked to.
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The sunlight shone on a young, brown haired girl's face as she sat under the tree. She said it was too hot to run around and that she didn't feel like it. Of course, the teacher wouldn't argue and just gave her stuff to write down. How the game worked, what you did, etc. etc. It seemed to be like Muggle handball, just modified. But Hermione just lay under the shade of the tree, not listening to the Slytherins laugh in scorn and the Gryffindors cheer with the thought of winning. She thought of what it would be like to play sport.
True, most people would do anything to get out of playing sport, but when you haven't played for eight years you forget what it is to fly and run and catch and throw. It hurt, not really remembering, the pain gnawing at her stomach. It was strange how, having been at Hogwarts for five years no one really thought about it with her not doing sport. It was a change of excuse until Madam Hooch forgot, but Hermione could tell she never really forgot, she figured that Hermione was just a lazy sod that couldn't be bothered running. Her motto was, 'If you can't get off your butt and do something, people give up on you," and she had. Years and years ago she gave up, it was to frustrating fighting with someone of that age.
So Hermione just sat thinking about her Transfiguration homework. She heard Madam Hooch send someone off and they sat next to her.
"So, Granger, thought much?" Malfoy sneered. When Hermione didn't respond he tapped her shoulder, and she looked up, her eyes misty and set in flame.
"Nice to see you too. Now I was thinking about the Potions homework and." Draco pottered on.
Hermione paid no attention whatsoever and just thought about why she was stuck with him.
"Hello? Earth to 'Mione! Earth to 'Mione!" he said, waving his hand in front of her face. She looked at him and stared, a mixture of shock and amazement.
"What did I do?" he groaned.
"You said 'Mione. My first name! You would never do that unless.you were up to something."Draco swore silently. He actually really liked her and knew that she would never be the same.
"It was to get your attention," he replied sharply. Madam Hooch's whistle went and she sent off a red faced Ron and a purple Harry.
"Get lost, Malfoy," Ron muttered.
"Oh, protect Miss Priss! Now, first the bonnet, then the rose," Draco said, sounding like an old granny with his voice so high. His voice had broken recently and it was hilarious when he talked. Hermione, Ron and Harry burst into laughter and Draco ran off to another tree. But Harry and Ron had barely sat down when the whistle went for the lesson. Ron ran off to get changed into his Quidditch gear but Harry had gotten the practice off because he had hurt his foot against Slytherin. Madam Pomfrey said it would be fine, just rest and no Quidditch. So he sat with Hermione, quietly waiting for her to think.
He had gotten really close to her in the past year and they were practically boyfriend and girlfriend. They went everywhere together and crept off together with the Invisibility Cloak and Marauders Map.
Hermione started sobbing and Harry looked at her. She was staring at a broomstick, crying. It was though it had hit her, but hadn't. Harry went and got it and brought it over.
"Hey, 'Mione, you sit, I'll steer!" he called. Hermione looked at him and smiled. He pulled her up and they jumped on. Harry pushed off hard, not caring about teachers because they all said he was fine to ride whenever he wanted. He started flying slowly, because Hermione had never been on a broom before and was shrieking in either terror or amazement. He didn't try anything to fancy but when Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist and put her neck in the crook of his shoulder he knew she was enjoying it. He landed down on the ground and put the broom back where he got it. Hobbling back to Hermione he wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a piggyback with a squawking parakeet on his back.
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Harry raced up to the common room grabbed his Invisibility cloak and the map. He traced where they would go, and, throwing the cloak around Hermione, they set off. He went to a Gargoyle that had an entrance that no one knew about, even Fred and George. He tapped the combination and slid inside, Hermione bumping him. He took the cloak off and sealed the entrance. Leaning over, he picked Hermione up and put her on his chest.
"Hey, 'Mione?" he asked quietly.
"Mmm?" she replied softly.
"Do you like this?" he asked teasingly, kissing her neck. She giggled and turned around. She kissed him on the lips and he gave her a warm hug.
"I got another. Why don't you do sport?" he murmured. Hermione stopped and looked at him. "Why do you want to know?" she inquired.
"Because, I don't know, five years of no sport or flying seems.a bit much," he replied.
"I just prefer work. You should know that!" she retorted.
"No, there's something else. You never run, unless you're late for a class and even then you moan and groan that it was too much exercise. So I'll ask you again. Why don't you do sport?" Hermione jumped up and ran out. Harry was shocked and followed quickly, chasing her to an abandoned dead end classroom.
Realising she was trapped she reeled around and met Harry. Fear shone in her eyes like he had never seen before, her arms trembling.
"Hey! I only asked why you didn't do sport!" he whispered.
"It's.it's.it's.it's too hard to explain," she replied shortly before running off. Harry turned around, a confused look on his face. What had he said?
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A/N: I can highly vouch that everything with polymyositis is true because I have it! I have had it since Hermione has had it and I can tell you that it is pretty devastating.
Cuppy!