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Note: Stuff in italics indicates Hermione's thoughts. Things in bold indicate Harry's thoughts and the stuff underlined indicates location.
Hermione lay motionless on the hospital bed. Harry sat by her side, waiting for her to wake up.
"Nothing to get all worked up about, just dehydrated. It's best to let her wake up on her own. You may stay for a bit but then you must go to class." Said Madame Pomfrey.
Harry reached out and gingerly grabbed her hand. He felt his eyes burn and brim with tears. He leaned down next to her ear.
"Come on, 'Mione, wake up. Please?" He whispered.
Although Madame Pomfrey had assured Harry it was nothing, the fact that she fell unconscious in his arms was somewhat traumatizing. Hermione had woken up but her eyes were too heavy to open. Besides, she enjoyed this attention from Harry.
It's now or never.
Her lips were softer than in his many dreams. Thoughts were going through Hermione's head a million miles a second. She so desperately wanted to kiss him back but she couldn't blow her cover. Reluctantly, Harry broke his kiss when he heard footsteps coming nearer. Madame Pomfrey Pomfrey appeared.
"You'd better get to class, Harry, you don't want to be late." Said Madame Pomfrey in a somewhat cheerful tone.
With one last glance at his beloved, her turned away and left the room. Hermione was ecstatic. She was surprised and relieved that Harry felt the same way. But this left her at an awkward question: What to do now? It became clear that she had to do something. The envy was really beginning to envelope her. She waited until she felt strong enough, then "woke-up." Madame Pomfrey noticed and come to her bedside with a mug of hot chocolate.
"Here," said Madame Pomfrey handing her the mug, "Drink it. It'll make you feel better."
Hermione couldn't feel better than she already did but she downed the hot chocolate.
"Can I go back to class now?" asked Hermione eagerly.
"Stay here until the next class period, then you may leave." Said Madame Pomfrey, and then left the room.
Hermione flopped back down and thought about Harry. She kept running the kiss through her mind. The feeling, the smells, everything she could, desperately trying not to forget. It had been her first kiss. Before she knew it, Madame Pomfrey was telling her she could get to class. Hermione leapt out of bed and practically ran back to the dormitories. She grabbed her book bag and took off to Care of Magical Creatures. She was a bit late but for once it didn't matter to her. Her eyes fell upon Harry with a new light as she walked across the lawn.
He cares! He cares!
"Hermione! Are you feeling better?" Harry said with a relieved look on his face.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine." Hermione said with a smile.
"Ya had us worried der for a minute, Hermione." Said Hagrid.
"What did you do, mudblood, look in the mirror?" Malfoy chortled.
Hell no! You are not going to ruin my good mood!
Before she realized what she was doing, she slapped Malfoy with a crack that echoed off the building. Draco had a look of sheer disbelief on his face.
"You stupid bitch-" Malfoy snarled as he withdrew his wand.
"That's enough from both of ya!" shouted Hagrid. "Malfoy-put your wand away. Hermione-you can't go around hitting people. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
Hesitantly, Malfoy put his wand back in his robe.
"That's better, now shake hands."
"What?!" Hermione and Malfoy exclaimed in unision.
"No bloody way am I shaking hands with...that!" Malfoy yelled.
Hermione shot an icy glare at him.
"Either you shake hands or you get detentions for the rest of the week."
"Fine." They both said with disgust.
With much distaste they shook hands.
"Good. Now we can get on with our lesson."
After dinner, in the Gryffindor common room.
Note: Stuff in italics indicates Hermione's thoughts. Things in bold indicate Harry's thoughts and the stuff underlined indicates location.
Hermione lay motionless on the hospital bed. Harry sat by her side, waiting for her to wake up.
"Nothing to get all worked up about, just dehydrated. It's best to let her wake up on her own. You may stay for a bit but then you must go to class." Said Madame Pomfrey.
Harry reached out and gingerly grabbed her hand. He felt his eyes burn and brim with tears. He leaned down next to her ear.
"Come on, 'Mione, wake up. Please?" He whispered.
Although Madame Pomfrey had assured Harry it was nothing, the fact that she fell unconscious in his arms was somewhat traumatizing. Hermione had woken up but her eyes were too heavy to open. Besides, she enjoyed this attention from Harry.
It's now or never.
Her lips were softer than in his many dreams. Thoughts were going through Hermione's head a million miles a second. She so desperately wanted to kiss him back but she couldn't blow her cover. Reluctantly, Harry broke his kiss when he heard footsteps coming nearer. Madame Pomfrey Pomfrey appeared.
"You'd better get to class, Harry, you don't want to be late." Said Madame Pomfrey in a somewhat cheerful tone.
With one last glance at his beloved, her turned away and left the room. Hermione was ecstatic. She was surprised and relieved that Harry felt the same way. But this left her at an awkward question: What to do now? It became clear that she had to do something. The envy was really beginning to envelope her. She waited until she felt strong enough, then "woke-up." Madame Pomfrey noticed and come to her bedside with a mug of hot chocolate.
"Here," said Madame Pomfrey handing her the mug, "Drink it. It'll make you feel better."
Hermione couldn't feel better than she already did but she downed the hot chocolate.
"Can I go back to class now?" asked Hermione eagerly.
"Stay here until the next class period, then you may leave." Said Madame Pomfrey, and then left the room.
Hermione flopped back down and thought about Harry. She kept running the kiss through her mind. The feeling, the smells, everything she could, desperately trying not to forget. It had been her first kiss. Before she knew it, Madame Pomfrey was telling her she could get to class. Hermione leapt out of bed and practically ran back to the dormitories. She grabbed her book bag and took off to Care of Magical Creatures. She was a bit late but for once it didn't matter to her. Her eyes fell upon Harry with a new light as she walked across the lawn.
He cares! He cares!
"Hermione! Are you feeling better?" Harry said with a relieved look on his face.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine." Hermione said with a smile.
"Ya had us worried der for a minute, Hermione." Said Hagrid.
"What did you do, mudblood, look in the mirror?" Malfoy chortled.
Hell no! You are not going to ruin my good mood!
Before she realized what she was doing, she slapped Malfoy with a crack that echoed off the building. Draco had a look of sheer disbelief on his face.
"You stupid bitch-" Malfoy snarled as he withdrew his wand.
"That's enough from both of ya!" shouted Hagrid. "Malfoy-put your wand away. Hermione-you can't go around hitting people. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
Hesitantly, Malfoy put his wand back in his robe.
"That's better, now shake hands."
"What?!" Hermione and Malfoy exclaimed in unision.
"No bloody way am I shaking hands with...that!" Malfoy yelled.
Hermione shot an icy glare at him.
"Either you shake hands or you get detentions for the rest of the week."
"Fine." They both said with disgust.
With much distaste they shook hands.
"Good. Now we can get on with our lesson."
After dinner, in the Gryffindor common room.