Title: There's No Such Thing as a Painless Love
Disclaimer: Haven't done one of these in a while...no, we don't own Harry Potter! Okay, you happy now?! WE OWN NOTHING...except the plot, of course!
Chapter Eighteen: Watching Her
- -
Hermione took a deep breath before stepping into the Great Hall. She hadn't been out of her room for about two weeks or so. She'd finally given up, realizing she couldn't stay up there forever. She did have her N.E.W.T.'s to think about, and as much as she didn't want to, she couldn't help caring. She still loved school, just not necessarily the people in it.
As she stepped into the large, candle lit room, she looked at the ceiling above her which was enchanted to look like the beautiful night sky. Just then, a shooting star passed over her head. She smiled slightly and began to walk to an empty seat far away from all of the others. As she moved, the hall became quiet and everyone's eyes were laid on her.
She tried to ignore their stares, but it was difficult. It seemed as though all eyes was on her. Carefully she scooped some steak and potatoes onto her plate and started to eat silently, praying the eyes boring into her back would cease.
It didn't stop, though. She sat there, all alone, for twenty minutes just eating; taking her time. No one took their eyes off of her. The entire Great Hall was silent. Not one single person moved.
When she was finished, however, Hermione slowly rose from her seat and left the Great Hall.
- -
Leaning up against the wall, she sighed, holding her head in her hands. What was she thinking going back in there?
Suddenly she heard a small high pitched voice. She looked down and saw Dobby once again.
"Hello, Miss. Are you feeling any better? Everyone in school has missed your presence at dinner greatly. Dobby feels it is his duty to help miss in any way possible. Miss is one of Dobby's only good friends."
"Thanks, Dobby. And yes, I am feeling much better," she lied.
"Dobby would like to speak to Miss in private."
"Okay, Dobby...come to my room later on tonight."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
With a snap, Dobby appeared at the foot of Hermione's bed.
"Hello, Miss," said the squeaky voice. He looked up at her with his large brown eyes that seemed to show a glimmer of pain, happiness, and pride in them. He was always like that; you never could tell what he was feeling. He never told the whole truth, you know, he was always very...paranoid. Yes paranoid; but very trustworthy.
"Hello, Dobby," Hermione greeted him anxiously. "Now, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about? Is it important?"
"It is about Harry Potter's Wheezy, Miss."
"Wheezy? You mean...Ron? What about-"
"Dobby has come...to inform- But Dobby knows Miss will be angry. Dobby doesn't want to upset Miss," Dobby struggled to get it out.
"Dobby, I won't be angry. Just tell me! I need to know about Ron. And would you please stop calling me Miss?"
"Harry Potter's Wheezy wanted me to talk to Miss; to tell Miss- Harry Potter's Wheezy is sorry. Harry Potter's Wheezy never meant to hurt you, Miss. Harry Potter's Wheezy wishes to-"
"GO! Leave, Dobby! I do not wish to discuss this with you! How dare he turn a House Elf into his little messenger? You tell him, Dobby-you tell him that if he wants to talk, he should come to me...NOW GO!"
With another snap, a frightened Dobby was gone.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione flopped onto her bed, touching the fresh cut on her wrist. She had been cutting again. No one knew. Not even Draco; or so she had hoped.
It wasn't as if she wanted to die; more that she wanted to feel. It took the pain away. All of it...gone.
"Maybe he still cares," she whispered before dozing off into a not so peaceful slumber.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She was down in the dungeons; just strolling along like there was no tomorrow, on her way to Potions, no doubt. Nothing seemed to faze her.
Hermione followed the girl through the winding corridors. She had no idea why, though. There was just something about that girl that interested her. She didn't even know who it was.
'Where is she going?' Hermione thought, walking passed the Potions classroom.
Hermione continued to silently follow the mysterious girl deep into the dungeons. Wondering why she was staying so far behind, Hermione started at a run to catch up, (the girl was a good twenty feet ahead of her).
Hearing Hermione's footsteps, or so she thought, the girl abruptly turned around. Hermione gasped as she ran into the suddenly stopped form, falling to the ground with a thud.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I was just-"
Hermione looked up shocked.
It was herself again. But this was different. It wasn't a replica. It was like a dream only in reality.
The dream Hermione just stared straight ahead as if she saw nothing and felt nothing. Then, she cautiously turned back around and headed to a nearby abandoned classroom.
- -
Hermione followed her dream form into the classroom, still a bit flabbergasted as to why she could see and hear her every move but not interact.
"Lumos," said the dream form in a hushed voice. The tip of her wand glowed, lighting up the dark, dismal room.
Hermione looked at herself.
'What is she doing,' she thought.
The dream Hermione was unloading a small nap sack, placing very odd objects on the desk in front of her. They looked almost as if...they were used for dark magic. Finally the last object was unloaded out of the bag, and placed on the desk. It was a small, bronze snake, with the dark mark etched into it.
"It can't be," Hermione breathed.
The girl turned around. "What are you doing here?"
Hermione turned to the door to see Harry and Ron, wands raised.
"We know about you, Hermione!" Ron half-yelled. "We know how you've been coming down here every night. We won't let you do this!"
"You don't know what you're talking about."
Harry turned to his friend, "Ron, calm down." Turning his attention back to Hermione Harry started, "Look, Hermione, we're just trying to-"
"I don't care what you're trying to do! You're just getting in my way!" she shouted.
Hermione watched in awe as the dream figures argued over Lord knows what.
Raising her wand at Harry, and with all of her might, the dream Hermione shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
"NOOOO!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione awoke from her sleep. Another nightmare.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was that time of year to study for the N.E.W.T.'s; yes it was February already. Hermione decided to get a bit of an early start on her studying.
She was about an hour into her studies, when she looked up and saw Harry coming toward her.
Sitting down next to her he sighed, "Finally, 'Mione. I haven't been in touch with you for the last two weeks. I was getting worried."
"Uh, Harry, I have to leave," she said, frantically packing up her things.
"Hermione, a-are you okay? Did I do something? The entire school has been- "
"Look, Harry! I just have to go," she said panicking.
Quickly Hermione got up and ran back to her dormitory to look for the razor.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione stayed away from everyone; zero contact. Whenever the other students would talk to her, they would only received one word answers. She didn't mean to be distant, but nothing seemed to matter anymore.
Little did she know there he was again, watching her in the Great Hall; those eyes...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Hey, all! Sorry, I guess giving you our word sucks. We didn't mean it, honestly! Well, we hope you like it! Please, R/R to tell us what you think! We'd really appreciate it! Thanks so much...we love you!
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Disclaimer: Haven't done one of these in a while...no, we don't own Harry Potter! Okay, you happy now?! WE OWN NOTHING...except the plot, of course!
Chapter Eighteen: Watching Her
- -
Hermione took a deep breath before stepping into the Great Hall. She hadn't been out of her room for about two weeks or so. She'd finally given up, realizing she couldn't stay up there forever. She did have her N.E.W.T.'s to think about, and as much as she didn't want to, she couldn't help caring. She still loved school, just not necessarily the people in it.
As she stepped into the large, candle lit room, she looked at the ceiling above her which was enchanted to look like the beautiful night sky. Just then, a shooting star passed over her head. She smiled slightly and began to walk to an empty seat far away from all of the others. As she moved, the hall became quiet and everyone's eyes were laid on her.
She tried to ignore their stares, but it was difficult. It seemed as though all eyes was on her. Carefully she scooped some steak and potatoes onto her plate and started to eat silently, praying the eyes boring into her back would cease.
It didn't stop, though. She sat there, all alone, for twenty minutes just eating; taking her time. No one took their eyes off of her. The entire Great Hall was silent. Not one single person moved.
When she was finished, however, Hermione slowly rose from her seat and left the Great Hall.
- -
Leaning up against the wall, she sighed, holding her head in her hands. What was she thinking going back in there?
Suddenly she heard a small high pitched voice. She looked down and saw Dobby once again.
"Hello, Miss. Are you feeling any better? Everyone in school has missed your presence at dinner greatly. Dobby feels it is his duty to help miss in any way possible. Miss is one of Dobby's only good friends."
"Thanks, Dobby. And yes, I am feeling much better," she lied.
"Dobby would like to speak to Miss in private."
"Okay, Dobby...come to my room later on tonight."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
With a snap, Dobby appeared at the foot of Hermione's bed.
"Hello, Miss," said the squeaky voice. He looked up at her with his large brown eyes that seemed to show a glimmer of pain, happiness, and pride in them. He was always like that; you never could tell what he was feeling. He never told the whole truth, you know, he was always very...paranoid. Yes paranoid; but very trustworthy.
"Hello, Dobby," Hermione greeted him anxiously. "Now, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about? Is it important?"
"It is about Harry Potter's Wheezy, Miss."
"Wheezy? You mean...Ron? What about-"
"Dobby has come...to inform- But Dobby knows Miss will be angry. Dobby doesn't want to upset Miss," Dobby struggled to get it out.
"Dobby, I won't be angry. Just tell me! I need to know about Ron. And would you please stop calling me Miss?"
"Harry Potter's Wheezy wanted me to talk to Miss; to tell Miss- Harry Potter's Wheezy is sorry. Harry Potter's Wheezy never meant to hurt you, Miss. Harry Potter's Wheezy wishes to-"
"GO! Leave, Dobby! I do not wish to discuss this with you! How dare he turn a House Elf into his little messenger? You tell him, Dobby-you tell him that if he wants to talk, he should come to me...NOW GO!"
With another snap, a frightened Dobby was gone.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione flopped onto her bed, touching the fresh cut on her wrist. She had been cutting again. No one knew. Not even Draco; or so she had hoped.
It wasn't as if she wanted to die; more that she wanted to feel. It took the pain away. All of it...gone.
"Maybe he still cares," she whispered before dozing off into a not so peaceful slumber.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She was down in the dungeons; just strolling along like there was no tomorrow, on her way to Potions, no doubt. Nothing seemed to faze her.
Hermione followed the girl through the winding corridors. She had no idea why, though. There was just something about that girl that interested her. She didn't even know who it was.
'Where is she going?' Hermione thought, walking passed the Potions classroom.
Hermione continued to silently follow the mysterious girl deep into the dungeons. Wondering why she was staying so far behind, Hermione started at a run to catch up, (the girl was a good twenty feet ahead of her).
Hearing Hermione's footsteps, or so she thought, the girl abruptly turned around. Hermione gasped as she ran into the suddenly stopped form, falling to the ground with a thud.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I was just-"
Hermione looked up shocked.
It was herself again. But this was different. It wasn't a replica. It was like a dream only in reality.
The dream Hermione just stared straight ahead as if she saw nothing and felt nothing. Then, she cautiously turned back around and headed to a nearby abandoned classroom.
- -
Hermione followed her dream form into the classroom, still a bit flabbergasted as to why she could see and hear her every move but not interact.
"Lumos," said the dream form in a hushed voice. The tip of her wand glowed, lighting up the dark, dismal room.
Hermione looked at herself.
'What is she doing,' she thought.
The dream Hermione was unloading a small nap sack, placing very odd objects on the desk in front of her. They looked almost as if...they were used for dark magic. Finally the last object was unloaded out of the bag, and placed on the desk. It was a small, bronze snake, with the dark mark etched into it.
"It can't be," Hermione breathed.
The girl turned around. "What are you doing here?"
Hermione turned to the door to see Harry and Ron, wands raised.
"We know about you, Hermione!" Ron half-yelled. "We know how you've been coming down here every night. We won't let you do this!"
"You don't know what you're talking about."
Harry turned to his friend, "Ron, calm down." Turning his attention back to Hermione Harry started, "Look, Hermione, we're just trying to-"
"I don't care what you're trying to do! You're just getting in my way!" she shouted.
Hermione watched in awe as the dream figures argued over Lord knows what.
Raising her wand at Harry, and with all of her might, the dream Hermione shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
"NOOOO!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione awoke from her sleep. Another nightmare.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was that time of year to study for the N.E.W.T.'s; yes it was February already. Hermione decided to get a bit of an early start on her studying.
She was about an hour into her studies, when she looked up and saw Harry coming toward her.
Sitting down next to her he sighed, "Finally, 'Mione. I haven't been in touch with you for the last two weeks. I was getting worried."
"Uh, Harry, I have to leave," she said, frantically packing up her things.
"Hermione, a-are you okay? Did I do something? The entire school has been- "
"Look, Harry! I just have to go," she said panicking.
Quickly Hermione got up and ran back to her dormitory to look for the razor.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione stayed away from everyone; zero contact. Whenever the other students would talk to her, they would only received one word answers. She didn't mean to be distant, but nothing seemed to matter anymore.
Little did she know there he was again, watching her in the Great Hall; those eyes...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Hey, all! Sorry, I guess giving you our word sucks. We didn't mean it, honestly! Well, we hope you like it! Please, R/R to tell us what you think! We'd really appreciate it! Thanks so much...we love you!
3 FeltonFriends922*