A/N: This is my first Harry Potter Fanfiction (come to think of it, this is my first non-anime FF…) Most likely a one-shot. Oh well. You might find it to be a tad more dramatic than the book series (hey, JK Rowling an author extraordinaire, I'm a twelve year old typing at the computer in her pajamas) ^_^;; R&R peoples!
Cho Runs Back
'Harry! Harry!' Hermione crawled across the floor of the empty commons room. Everyone else had gone on the field trip, she, however, had stayed home to study for a potions quiz. "You can't escape me child, never…" The snake-like voice edged her ears, making her tremble. The death eater slowly moved closer, wand out. Without any words, he slashed her chest and Hermione fell back onto the ground. "Let's see how the great Harry Potter handles your blood-covered face." He disappeared. 'I've got to make it to Three Broomsticks…' Healing her wounds remotely with her wand, she set off towards the town. 'Harry…Harry!'
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"Oh Harry! I wanted to see you!" Cho ran up to Harry, her black hair swaying behind her. "Michel broke up with me, and I realized how much I really cared for you." Harry sipped at his butter beer, slightly stunned at her sudden outburst. "Uuuh…" "Come outside, where we can be alone." Cho grabbed his arm and dragged him out into the pouring rain. Very confused by now, he stopped and yanked his arm away from her. "Cho! What are you doing?!" Cho turned and looked at him, rain still pouring on both of them and the fog getting thicker. "This…" She leaned forward and kissed him. Harry was so taken aback by this he hardly had time to process what to do. His first instinct was to pull back though, so that's what he did. 'What was that all about?!' "Cho! What the hell…" "Harry…" A familiar weak voice came from a few feet away from Harry and Cho. He could barely make out the outline of a girl with bushy hair… "Hermione!" He pushed a bewildered Cho away and ran up to catch her as she collapsed. "Hermione! What happened?!" She was breathing really hard and leaning towards Harry's chest. "A…a…one of…" "Tell me later, are you okay?!" She nodded. Cho stood a few feet away, looking at them jealously. "Harry, what about me? I want you back! If you really liked me, wouldn't that be more important?!" After a short –very short- consideration, he found that it didn't matter to him, Hermione is what mattered to him right now. "Shut up Cho!" Unable to take her winnings right now, he picked Hermione up and pushed passed her. She stirred as he walked with her in the rain. "I'm sorry…I knew you liked her…" "Shh…right now what matters is finding what hurt you, not Cho's little games. Smiling slightly, she closed her eyes and nodded into unconsciousness.
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Harry sat at the edge of Hermione's bed, reading "A History of Hogwarts Headmasters." It wasn't really interesting, but it was something to take his mind off of his worry for her. "Harry…Harry…help, me…" Hermione seemed to be having a nightmare. She was tossing and turning, and her face was glistening with sweat. "No…NO! No stop! HARRY!!!" He shut his book and ran up to her. Madam Pomfrey came in from the next center to see what was happening. "Harry, what on earth is she yelling about?" "I'm not sure, it must be of the thing that hurt her." She nodded slightly. "Well, the best thing to do would be to put a silencing spell on her. Silencio!" Immediately, Hermione's mouth kept moving, making no sound this time. "Harry, I suggest you get back to your house, there's nothing more we can do but wait for her to come to." He really didn't want to return to the cabin with Hermione here, screaming for help. "It's okay, I finished all of my homework." He lied. "Well, visiting hours will be over in a quarter-hour." She walked out to heal a first year that had fallen off of his broomstick. Harry didn't want to wait any longer, he should wake her up. He patted her hand gently, shaking her shoulder. "Hermione, Hermione! Wake up." He shook harder. "It's me, Harry." Hermione seemed to have calmed down, and started to wake up just a bit. Still half asleep, she muttered, "Harry? Harry, fight it, fight…" Soon slipping back into her nightmare, she started to thrash around again. Harry grabbed her hand in an attempt to stop her. "Hermione! Wake up!" "Harry Potter! Will you hush up? There are sick students in here trying to sleep! Come back tomorrow, visiting hours are over." Madam Pomfrey showed him out. As he walked back to Gryffindor, he met up with Draco, his sworn enemy. "Well, if it isn't Potter, coming out from visiting his sick girlfriend." He said his name in disgust, and the rest with fake sarcasm. "You'd better watch out, because the Dark Lord is back," He paused and smirked. "And I here he's coming for you. Only this time, he'll hurt you in a different way." Pushing passed Harry, Draco and his goons; Crabbe and Goyle; marched to the library.
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"Harry! Luna and Ginny told me about Hermione! Is she Okay?" Ron ran up to Harry as he came in the door. Luna and Ginny sat on the couch near the fire. "How did you two know?" Luna laughed a bit and Ginny smiled. "Girls tend to know more gossip then boys do." That was true… "Well, do either of you know how she got hurt?" Their smiles vanished as if never there. "No…all we know is that Michel Corner saw her limping down the street at Hogsmeade. He didn't know it was her," Under her breath she muttered a bit about how stupid he was, then continued, "but after hearing about her being in the hospital wing, we put two and two together." That put a damper on things. He had no clues to what was here at all! "Harry? Maybe you should talk to Dumbledore?" Ron said hopefully. "If it was a…you know…" He leaned in to whisper, "Death eater…" Harry understood. He would have to go to Dumbledore right after visiting hours tomorrow.
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Classes the next day went really slow. He was constantly wondering if Hermione was awake, or if she had gotten any better…or worse… Finally, he got through his double potions class and head towards the hospital wing. Hermione lay still on her bed. "Ahh, Mr. Potter, I was expecting you. Come over here." Madam Pomfrey called him to the corner of Hermione's little section. "She woke up for about an hour this morning. I couldn't get her to say anything at all about who or what attacked her. She was trembling terribly and it seemed to be because of the memory. We had to erase her memory of that day. Don't talk about it. She thinks that she's here because she collapsed from lack of sleep." She walked him over to the bed. "Remember, don't mention that day. Hermione dear, wake up. You have a visitor. Hermione stirred a little and opened her eyes. "Hi Harry!" "Hi…How are you feeling?" Madam Pomfrey walked out again. "I mean…do feel strange at all?" She gave him a funny look. "No, I just collapsed because I spent too many nights studying instead of sleeping." She smiled again. He could hardly stand not being able to ask her. "So, how's Cho?" "Well, you…" Oh, how did he do this?! Hermione was there, so he can't say it exactly… "I don't like her. She's a real whiner." She tilted her head, as if processing. "But…you've liked her for years, and now she likes you… so what's the problem?" What was the problem? He had never fully figured out why he had suddenly stopped liking Cho. "I don't know…" She shrugged, making it look like she didn't care, then went back to sleep. He wondered why she always seem so interested in what was going on between him and Cho…
Flashback:
Just as he decided not to say anything about Cho, Hermione took matters out of his hands.
"Is it Cho?" She asked in a business like tone. "Did she corner you after the meeting?"
Or…
"She—err—"
"Did you kiss?" Hermione asked briskly.
She even frowned a bit as I told her it was true…
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"Harry Potter!" "Huh?" Harry had actually fallen asleep thinking about Hermione! "Mr. Potter, please go back to your house! I understand you want to stay here with your friend, but you can't sleep here!" He jumped up, had he fallen asleep? "Was I asleep?" Harry asked innocently. "I'm afraid so. Five points from Gryffendor!" Harry got up and left with a defeated look. Ron, who had been waiting outside the door, yelled after him. "Harry! Harry, how is Hermione?" He ran after him. "She's okay, but they had to erase her memory of whatever did this to her." Ron looked ahead with a stunned look. "Bloody hell… it must have been pretty bad." "Yeah… Madam Pomfrey said that it was traumatizing to her." An awkward silence fell on their conversation. "Well, lets go to sleep, you were sleeping in that room for a long, long, while. It's," He looked at his watch, "9:57! We have to get back to our house now!" The deadline for them this year was actually 10:00, instead of 9:30. After they got back to the house, Harry was having a hard time sleeping. He kept worrying about Hermione. Was if she was sick? Or…was she dead?! Okay, maybe that was pushing it, but it could be worse than it was when he left! "……." Okay, he was loosing it; how many chances were there that she could die from this? 'I'd better ask Hermione…' "Hey Harry? You awake?" Ron had apparently been awake as well. "Yeah, I'm worried for Hermione." He whispered, in an attempt not to wake the whole dorm. "Me too. Hey, why do spend all day at the hospital? She just sleeps. Me and Luna have been looking at the Quibbler, some of the stuff is really interesting…or just kind of funny." A little laugh escaped as he thought about the really bizarre articles about pixie-like creatures training under the city for a full-scale attack. "You should come us tomorrow." Harry rolled over to stare at the ceiling. "Nah…I think I'm going to the hospital wing again, and if Hermione's awake she can help with this fire element essay for potions." Ron smirked. "You just want to see Hermione…" He paused. "Do you like her?" Harry looked at him with a confused look. "Well, she's one of my best friends and—" "Do-you-like-her? Yes or no?" Harry thought for a moment. "I…don't think I know, to tell the truth…" A loud snore told Harry Ron had fallen asleep. "Well, night."
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Dream sequence:
"Harry! Hermione's a ghost now. It's too late." Harry looked around, but only darkness surrounded everywhere. He wondered where he was. "Too late…" and who that voice was as well. "Who are you?!" He shouted at nothing. "Harry? Harry, Stop it. Stop the killer…" "Hermione? Hermione! Is that you?! Are you okay?" A white figure appeared in front of him, it was Hermione's ghost. "Why didn't you tell me? It's to late now." He was so confused. Tell her what? "What? What do you want me to say?!" She walked up slowly till she was right in front of him. "How do you feel about me? I need to know…" The silence seemed to last forever, and as neither of them said anything, she seemed to become more opaque. Hermione leaned forward…
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A/N: Okay, I thought this might be a one shot, but I'm starting to think I don't have the patience to write a really long chapter… I just want to post it and read my reviews! ^_^;; Look for an update on my Inu-Yasha Fanfiction soon, and then my Princess Mononoke one. I have an order now! Yey! ^_~ See ya!