Disclaimer
I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I claim to own any of the characters. That privilege belongs to JKR. However, this plot is purely my own.
Authors Note:
Now, I am just seeing if this idea takes off. I will post another chapter shortly, however, I will only have the two. If you want me to write more please tell me, I do not wish to waste my time on a story no one will read.
Today was normal day. Nothing special. Hermione woke up, went to breakfast, fought with Ron and went to her first class. It was the same as every other day at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry.
She, Harry and Ron had Charms first. That went quickly as it normally did. Every one in the class seemed immersed with their own conversations to even pay attention to the lesson. Finally a loud bell resonated through the halls, signaling the end of classes. The trio walked through the flood of students, heading for double potions. "Can I use your notes?" Ron asked for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last hour.
"Ronald!" Hermione froze at the top of the grand staircase. "If you want notes on the class then learn to take notes!" she scolded him. "For seven years I've told you not to ask for my notes…" Hermione was gearing up to unleash and let Ron have what was coming to him. That was until she was cut off by an unpleasant voice.
"Look boys" the voice mocked "The Mudblood and the Blood traitor are having a lovers spat" Draco hissed. Hermione's face flushed with anger and the tips of Ron's ears turned red. "Don't call her that!" Ron demanded. Draco only smirked "How cute, weaslebe is protecting his filthy Mudblood girlfriend"
Ron was about to charge him, run him over and hex him until he was in the hospital wing for weeks. Hermione raised a shaky hand, setting it on Ron's shoulder, as if trying to hold him back. "He's… He isn't worth it" Hermione stammered "Come on, we'll be late for Class" Her voice sounded distant, lost in her own thoughts. Ron said nothing for a long time. It seemed like an eternity before he finally spoke "Fine" Ron seethed.
Ginny walked up to Hermione, smiling happily. "Hey 'Mione!" Ginny exclaimed, a bright twinkle in her eyes. She giggled, ignoring the irritated blonde that stood less then five feet away. Harry was already walking down the grand staircase, Ron in tow. "Watch this" Draco whispered to the crowd of Slythrens that surrounded him. He was no where near done tormenting Hermione. Before Hermione could respond to Ginny's happy greeting a bright blue stream of light it Hermione square in the back. What ever spell Draco cast caused the air to sizzle around them. Ginny tried desperately to catch Hermione, but the force of Draco's spell sent the two girls flying down the grand staircase.
The last thing Hermione heard was Ginny screaming her name, along with the sound of her own screaming, and then nothing. Everything around her went black. She didn't know how long she laid unconscious, but she knew she was in the hospital wing. Everything seemed blurry when she woke up, as if a fog filled her head, causing everything to have a misty grey tinge. She expected to open her eyes to a worried Harry and Ron. But that's not the sight she saw.
What she did see frightened her.