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Chapter 33
"Why is this happening to me?" Hermione asked dramatically.
Madam Pomfey smiled at the young witch, shaking her head. "Ms. Granger, it's hardly a death sentence. You are just on bed rest for a few more days."
"But I have so many things that need to be done," she argued, hoping to persuade the nurse to change her diagnosis.
"Those things can wait until your body has time to rest," the older witch replied.
"I feel fine now," Hermione insisted, irritably.
"Perhaps, but you have been under a high amount of stress lately and your body has decided to completely shut down. The best thing for that is good, old fashioned rest."
Hermione sighed dramatically, throwing her arm over her eyes. She wasn't usually one to be so whiny, but there were a million things that she needed to do. "Isn't there some kind of potion or spell that can be used to replenish my energy so that I can resume my regular activities?"
Madam Pomfey raised an eyebrow at the bright young witch knowing she already knew the answer. "Of course there are energy regenerating potions and you will be taking some. But those alone will not do the job completely."
Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes, looking round the room that she would be stuck in for a few days. Surely there was a way for her to get out of bed rest.
What am I thinking, she thought to herself. She looked over at the nurse, who was arranging the potions that she would need to take in the order in which she needed to take them. All I have to do is wait until she leaves and I can get up. No one will ever know that she put me on bed rest and I can go about my business, she assured herself, smirking.
Suddenly there was a soft pop, surprising both of the witches.
"Mitzi knows that Ms. Hermione is the brightest witch in a long times. But she should know that house elfs always knows whats going ons. I knows you think no one knows this nice nursey lady said bed rest and you was just thinking you can tricks us."
Hermione sat, mouth opened, speechless. How did Mitzi know?
Mitzi's mummy taughts her to listen to her humans thoughts, so she one step in front of what her master needs, a small voice said inside her head.
"Merlins beard," the young witch breathed, completely shocked that the elf knew such powerful magic. She knew that house elves were known to have some very powerful magic, but she didn't know they were capable of this.
"Did you think that you could pretend that I didn't place you on bed rest?" Madam Pomfey asked, sounding slightly amused. "If you didn't know that there are a number of wizards waiting outside of that door, them you must be more out of it then I originally thought."
Hermione sighed loudly, extremely aggravated. If that was true, and she was pretty sure it was, there was no way she would even be able to give herself a bath.
"Ms. Granger, if it helps, you can do an hour of work twice a day, from your bed. But if you start to get tired and do not stop, I'll add days," the nurse said.
Hermione smiled, thankful thy she would be able to at least keep up with her classes. "Thank you so much! I promise that I will rest if I start to feel tired."
"Mitzi will makes sure she is timed," the little elf assured the nurse, who smiled down at the little creature affectionately.
"Thank you, Mitzi," Madam Pomfey replied. "Now take these three potions, once a day. This one with breakfast, this one with lunch, and this one with dinner," she instructed, holding up each bottle as she spoke. Hermione nodded, taking in all of the directions.
"I will be back in three days. If you are well rested and have done everything that I've told you, you'll be off of bed rest."
"I will," Hermione promised.
The nurse nodded her goodbye and walked to the door, opening it quickly, causing the group of nosy people to quickly right themselves before they fell. The nurse smirked, quickly moving pass them, towards the Headmistress' office to inform her of Hermione's bed rest.
Before Hermione could say anything to the group, Mitzi put herself in between the bed and the door.
"Nows you listen. Ms. Hermione needs to rest. Shes doesn't need any stress or to be getting upset. I knows she's will be bored, so you can stay, but dos not upset her," the fiery house elf warned them, her small, boney finger waving at each of them.
"Mitzi, I'm sure they will behave," Hermione assured her as the group moved towards her bed.
"Maybe, but I'm not sures about those loud red heads yet," the blur of pink and purple stated as she hurried to fluff up Hermione's pillows before she sat up.
George and Fred laughed loudly, causing Hermione to truly smile for the first time since the nurse had placed her on bed rest. She loved the way they smiled. They didn't hold back, or worry about being dignified. They laughed with their whole being. It's the way everyone should laugh, she thought as she thanked Mitzi for helping her with her pillows.
"So, your stuck in that bed for three days?" Irina asked, smiling sympathetically at her friend.
"Unfortunately," Hermione replied, sighing.
"At least you will be able to do some work, love," Draco offered, gently pushing a strand of hair away from her eyes.
"But I have so much more to do then just two hours worth of work! Not only do I have NEWTS to worry about, but everyday classes too. The Halloween ball is only a few weeks away and we still need to come up with a committee to help with the different areas that we need help. There's the beginning stages of the other three balls, as well, that we haven't even began to deal with. And on top of all of that rubbish, I have to decide who I want to marry and plan a wedding!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Wow, love," George said, sitting down on the bed beside her.
"Slow down," Fred added, rubbing her feet.
"You do not have to do all of that on your own," George promised.
"We'll be more then happy to help with everything," Fred declared, smiling at the flustered witch.
"We all will help," Draco agreed from the other side of her bed, gentle running his fingers through her hair in a soothing motion.
"But you have your own life that you need to deal with," she protested, not wanting any of then to put their life on hold just to deal with her issues.
"Silly, brilliant, witch," George chuckled, rubbing soothing circled on the back of her hand.
"You've been our life for awhile now, love," Fred smiled.
"So we can deal with you while helping you," George declared, causing Hermione to laugh.
"We can just divide up the work, however you like," Draco added.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at the men that surrounded her bed.
Irina stood back and watched the interaction between the three wizards and her best friend. The way they had each taken a spot around her, not being able to stop touching her, was something extremely interesting to her. They weren't arguing about who would do what or who had more of a right to be there. Their main focus was Hermione and what she needed, their own wants or needs completely forgotten about. They must all have genuine feelings for her, the young witch thought, surprised.
"Irina?" a voice called to her, pulling her out of her thoughts.
"Yes?"
"Are you okay?" Hermione wondered, looking at her with concern.
Irina smiled brightly and walked towards her friend. "I'm fine. Just in deep thought, I guess. I would love to help you with whatever you need me to do." She walked over to the bed that had been magically added to the room, where her things were and pulled out a piece of parchment and muggle pen.
"Let's make a list of the things you need to do and then we can divide them up. We can work on it in here, that way you won't feel as if we are trying to take over you projects," Irina suggested.
"Sounds brilliant."
So what do you think? I know that this chapter is shorter then the last couple, but I tried to get this out faster then the last ones. I know it wasn't by much, but I do think that I updated more quickly this time. As you see, I still don't have another beta. If anyone is interested, please let me know. Please review, so I know you are still interested in this story and if you have any ideas, let me know that too. :) Happy Reading.