The castle is burning. Screams and shouts can be heard over explosions and spells are being cast everywhere I turn; there's no escape. I stumble behind a wall of armoured soldiers thinking as quickly as possible trying to figure out a solution. Clutching on to my mere pounamu (short greenstone fighting club) in my left hand I charge at a savage werewolf poising himself to attack a young Ravenclaw. Transforming into my Toa mid-run I leap forward and scalp the flesh off his head as he rears back with fangs bared ready to strike. He falls to the ground convulsing in pain as he slowly bleeds to death. I reach a bloodied hand out to help the young girl to her feet. She looks up at me with a mixture of fear, and gratitude. Her shoulder has been ripped open but she's alive...
Without realising I was actually sleeping I'm startled awake by a soft touch on my head. Hermione's cool hand is against my cheek now and I hear her murmuring to another familiar blur.
"She's been asleep for near two days Madame, surely there's something you can do?"
A small sigh sounds through the empty room.
"Unfortunately Miss Granger I don't know enough about this young lady's kind to be able to do something, I am looking into it as is the Headmaster"
A familiar tingling sensation fills my body and rolls down to the tips of my fingers and toes. Peeking through my eyelids and down my nose I see Madame Pomfrey waving her wand over me with a stern concentration. When her eyes drift back up my body she starts.
"Oh! Miss Te Ariki, thank Merlin you're awake"
Her well practiced hand is on my chest instantly, stopping me from sitting up. Hermione is sitting to one side waiting with bated breath.
"God dammit my head is on fire; I feel like I've been on a drunken binge for the past few days"
My voice comes out ragged and it feels foreign. My breath smells like a dead animal. All I want to do is have a bath and clean my teeth.
My body aches from disuse. Closing my eyes and humming to myself I urge my healing abilities to come forward and help me out. The familiar surge of warmth starts at the top of my head and rolls out through my body in tiny waves. Madame Pomfrey removes her hand from my chest in shock. My body pulses gently with healing energies and I sit up extremely slowly. My body is unusually lethargic and I look around aimlessly trying to figure out what has happened.
I stand up slowly, shuffling on the spot to get my footing right. Madame Pomfrey moves to help me but I wave her off.
"You know the energy you felt pulsing through my chest Madame? -"
She looks at me curiously and nods.
"-that was my body healing itself, I will be good as new in a few minutes after I move around a bit"
Smiling a little at her perplexed grin I walk slowly to the door and back to my bed. Pacing around the room for a few minutes helped my blood flow return to normal. I looked at a silent Hermione sitting in the bedside lounger, she seems so tired. She glances up at me and mutters gently.
"I'm glad you're feeling better Rhea, your cousin has been hounding me for information since he can't come in here"
I realise with a slight pain in my chest that I've forgotten about Draco in my moment of rehabilitation. Then the heartache of loss returns as I remember my parents. Anger starts to build up in my heart; I clench my fists and screw my eyes shut willing it to not be true, but I know with every fibre of my being that my mum and dad are dead.
Hermione leaps out of her chair and wraps a comforting arm around me. Her presence calms me a lot, but I don't understand why. I look at her inquisitively. She knows I need to know what happened.
Her mind opens before my eyes and I'm seeing events unfold as if I'm watching television.
My breakdown outside the library.
Draco finding me.
The Golden Trio escorting me back to Gryffindor Tower.
Hermione putting me to bed.
Hermione checking me the next day.
Hermione running to fetch Madame Pomfrey.
Hermione sitting by my side worrying.
Hermione meeting Draco in the Restricted Section of the library reporting on my health.
Hermione is there for every moment of the past two days while I'm knocked out. I feel immense gratitude and I'm overwhelmed with emotion. I look at her and say thank you, but it doesn't seem enough. Her hand has since moved from my shoulders to my waist. She is holding me and leaning back slightly to look into my eyes. Her hands are warm. She smiles kindly and whispers
"It's ok"
And I believe her.
The hot water feels like needles piercing my skin but I need the pain. It reminds me that I'm here, I'm alive. I stand in the shower with the water pouring over my back. Just letting the water wash my concerns away. I try my best to think about nothing in particular but the sweet scent of vanilla wafts into my shower from the cubicle next door. I know that smell and by Merlin I wish I could see through walls.
Imagining Hermione naked in the shower next to me causes me to become slick and wet between my legs. My clit starts to harden with excitement. Closing my eyes to picture her perky wet tits pressed against my back, licking my lips I inhale sharply between my teeth as I pinch my nipple between my fingers. My hands knead into my breasts. Pulling and twisting my nipples. I can feel the build up of ecstasy between my legs. Keeping one hand on my tits pinching and rolling each nipple I let the other roam; down my stomach, caressing my legs, and finally into the slick wet folds of my sex. I push two fingers inside me, hard. Pumping my fingers in and out makes me close my eyes to enjoy the feeling. I bite down on my bottom lip attempting to stifle the moan of bliss as my orgasm comes down on me hard and fast. My fingers slip out of my wetness and circle furiously around my clit. My orgasm is now coming out in waves of absolute pleasure and satisfaction. I lean against the wall with a satisfied smile and turn the shower down to cool off before stepping out into uncertainty.
