~*Hey guys! Firstly, I'd like to thank you guys for all the reviews. (I liked the 'she's...
she's...ALIVE' one.) I'd also like to say I'm sorry for the fact that my story looked like
my computer had gone haywire. I had written it in one font and it came out in another
making it look ridiculously cheap. If it happens again this time, I am so sorry. (Don't
worry, I'm working on my idiocy[?]).I'd also like to change the title of this series, because
"That Feeling" was beyond corny.Don't forget to read n' review! Thanks!*~
-Auntie Emm
P.S- The characters used in these stories aren't mine, they belong to J.K. Rowling
The Second Part
-smacks oneself upside the head with a broom-HELP ME PEOPLE!!!
'No, Potter, she's not dead, and I recommend that you find the right place to take a pulse
for future reference. Mind you, she came close, and I shudder to think what state she'd be
in if you or Ms. Granger hadn't arrived when you did.'
They were in the hospital wing, listening to Madame Pomfrey. Ginny was asleep in her bed,
completely unaware of what had just happened. Hermione was comforting Ron, who had his
head in his hands. Fred and George were fast approaching them, running at breakneck speed.
'Where is she?'
'Is she alright?'
'Where is she?'
Madam Pomfrey ushered them through the curtain room where Ginny lay. Meanwhile, Harry
was at a loss for words. He had comforted Ron the entire way up to the hospital wing. Now
he just wanted to be alone to process everything that had just happened.
'I have to - to go - common room - forgot something important - see you later Ron, Hermione.'
He wasted no time in darting up the stairs, tears flooding his eyes so much he could hardly see.
Why was he acting this way? Why did he have that numb feeling in his stomach? Didn't he like
Cho? He was completely confused, he couldn't think clearly. He just had to get to the common r-
'Oof...sorry...' Harry had just bumped into someone as he rounded a corner.
'Harry?' It was Cho. Of all people to run into now, it was Cho. He just wasn't having a good day.
'Are you ok?' she asked, 'What's wrong?' .
'N - nothing, I just - excuse me.' he pushed past her and continued to run at a quicker pace towards
Gryffindor Tower.
He ignored the Fat Lady as she also asked what was wrong with him. He gave her the password and
ran past the empty common room (people were in classes) and up the stairs to the girls dormitory.
'Evidence,' he said gasping, 'There has to be something here! Why was she alone? Why wasn't she
at dinner?' heart pounding, he ran into the 4th years dorm, and began to frantically search the area.
Nothing could be found. Nothing. He sat on one of the beds and his head in his hands. 'Why her?
'What happened !?' he punched a pillow as hard as he could. 'Why her? What HAPPENED?'
*
It was the next day, and almost all of the Hogwarts students knew about Ginny. She was still, of
course, in the infirmary. Ron and his brothers were considerably upset, and Harry, well Harry was...
confused. Hopelessly confused. He was obviously upset of her illness, but what were these odd
feelings doing here. They were supposed to be with Cho. Weren't they?
He looked up from his table, just as Malfoy passed.
'Aww, is poor Weasel upset again? Tsk, tsk. I see her attempt at suicide didn't go as well as anyone
hoped. Darn, WHAT a pity.'he said with an evil grin.
Harry beat Ron to the punch. Literally. Malfoy had never been hit with such force. He stumbled back,
falling on a few people sitting at the next table, causing them to fall face first into their meal. Ron
actually climbed over the table and was about to imitate Harry when Hermione sprang forward and
held him back. Malfoy, thinking he was still being attacked, punched the first person he could grab.
Hermione.
Malfoy punched her clean across the forehead. He had been wearing a ring, which had slit across the
area above her right eye. Ron was beside himself with anger.
'How dare you?' he said in a low voice.
Malfoy just noticed that he didn't punch who he thought he punched. Hermione didn't even cry. She sat
on the ground. The pain was beyond belief, but she couldn't cry. She stood slowly, facing a silent crowd,
Ron, Malfoy and Harry included. She began to shake uncontrollably, then collapsed in a dead faint. Ron
cought her before she hit the ground. He gave Malfoy a look of pure loathing, before carrying Hermione
out of the Great Hall, and up to the infirmary.
He placed her on an empty bed and gently touched the gash in her forehead. This light touch woke her up.
'R - Ron?' she said, opening her eyes, and closing them almost instantly from the pain.
'Hermione, I'm so, so sorry.' he was beginning to cry. 'I'm so sorry I just - I-'
Madame Pomfrey came out from behind another curtain, polishing a silver medical instrument. She dropped it
in shock and ran over to Hermione.
'Goodness. What Happened? A ring? Excuse me - Ms. Granger? Can you open your eyes for me? Good girl. I'm
sorry Mr. Weasley but you'll have to leave. If you wait outside it will go a lot quicker. Thank you.' she gestured
towards the door.
He stepped outside and leaned against the wall. At that moment, Harry came around the corner, saw Ron, and
ran up to him.
'Ron! Is she ok? Sorry I wasn't here earlier, the teachers kinda noticed what was happening after Fred and George
yelled themselves hoarse at Malfoy. It was funny at first, but we cost Gryffindor 20 points.' he said.
Ron slid down the wall and sat down on the floor. Harry sat down beside him.
'I hate him Harry. I hate him. He comes after my family, then goes for Hermione. Think you could teach me how
to punch like that?' Ron said with a laugh, ' Why'd you go after him? I mean - it was, well, my sister and all.
Harry got a numb feeling in the pit of his stomach. To his enormous relief, Madam Pomfrey came out at that
moment.
'Well, you can come in now. Oh, and I believe that your sister is awake as well.' she said with a smile.
~* OWEEE! My fingers are about to fall off! Well, The Third Part (.)should be out soon. Please review,and
if and when you do, I stess the suggestion of a new name for the title. Thanking you in advance,*~
-Auntie Emm
she's...ALIVE' one.) I'd also like to say I'm sorry for the fact that my story looked like
my computer had gone haywire. I had written it in one font and it came out in another
making it look ridiculously cheap. If it happens again this time, I am so sorry. (Don't
worry, I'm working on my idiocy[?]).I'd also like to change the title of this series, because
"That Feeling" was beyond corny.Don't forget to read n' review! Thanks!*~
-Auntie Emm
P.S- The characters used in these stories aren't mine, they belong to J.K. Rowling
The Second Part
-smacks oneself upside the head with a broom-HELP ME PEOPLE!!!
'No, Potter, she's not dead, and I recommend that you find the right place to take a pulse
for future reference. Mind you, she came close, and I shudder to think what state she'd be
in if you or Ms. Granger hadn't arrived when you did.'
They were in the hospital wing, listening to Madame Pomfrey. Ginny was asleep in her bed,
completely unaware of what had just happened. Hermione was comforting Ron, who had his
head in his hands. Fred and George were fast approaching them, running at breakneck speed.
'Where is she?'
'Is she alright?'
'Where is she?'
Madam Pomfrey ushered them through the curtain room where Ginny lay. Meanwhile, Harry
was at a loss for words. He had comforted Ron the entire way up to the hospital wing. Now
he just wanted to be alone to process everything that had just happened.
'I have to - to go - common room - forgot something important - see you later Ron, Hermione.'
He wasted no time in darting up the stairs, tears flooding his eyes so much he could hardly see.
Why was he acting this way? Why did he have that numb feeling in his stomach? Didn't he like
Cho? He was completely confused, he couldn't think clearly. He just had to get to the common r-
'Oof...sorry...' Harry had just bumped into someone as he rounded a corner.
'Harry?' It was Cho. Of all people to run into now, it was Cho. He just wasn't having a good day.
'Are you ok?' she asked, 'What's wrong?' .
'N - nothing, I just - excuse me.' he pushed past her and continued to run at a quicker pace towards
Gryffindor Tower.
He ignored the Fat Lady as she also asked what was wrong with him. He gave her the password and
ran past the empty common room (people were in classes) and up the stairs to the girls dormitory.
'Evidence,' he said gasping, 'There has to be something here! Why was she alone? Why wasn't she
at dinner?' heart pounding, he ran into the 4th years dorm, and began to frantically search the area.
Nothing could be found. Nothing. He sat on one of the beds and his head in his hands. 'Why her?
'What happened !?' he punched a pillow as hard as he could. 'Why her? What HAPPENED?'
*
It was the next day, and almost all of the Hogwarts students knew about Ginny. She was still, of
course, in the infirmary. Ron and his brothers were considerably upset, and Harry, well Harry was...
confused. Hopelessly confused. He was obviously upset of her illness, but what were these odd
feelings doing here. They were supposed to be with Cho. Weren't they?
He looked up from his table, just as Malfoy passed.
'Aww, is poor Weasel upset again? Tsk, tsk. I see her attempt at suicide didn't go as well as anyone
hoped. Darn, WHAT a pity.'he said with an evil grin.
Harry beat Ron to the punch. Literally. Malfoy had never been hit with such force. He stumbled back,
falling on a few people sitting at the next table, causing them to fall face first into their meal. Ron
actually climbed over the table and was about to imitate Harry when Hermione sprang forward and
held him back. Malfoy, thinking he was still being attacked, punched the first person he could grab.
Hermione.
Malfoy punched her clean across the forehead. He had been wearing a ring, which had slit across the
area above her right eye. Ron was beside himself with anger.
'How dare you?' he said in a low voice.
Malfoy just noticed that he didn't punch who he thought he punched. Hermione didn't even cry. She sat
on the ground. The pain was beyond belief, but she couldn't cry. She stood slowly, facing a silent crowd,
Ron, Malfoy and Harry included. She began to shake uncontrollably, then collapsed in a dead faint. Ron
cought her before she hit the ground. He gave Malfoy a look of pure loathing, before carrying Hermione
out of the Great Hall, and up to the infirmary.
He placed her on an empty bed and gently touched the gash in her forehead. This light touch woke her up.
'R - Ron?' she said, opening her eyes, and closing them almost instantly from the pain.
'Hermione, I'm so, so sorry.' he was beginning to cry. 'I'm so sorry I just - I-'
Madame Pomfrey came out from behind another curtain, polishing a silver medical instrument. She dropped it
in shock and ran over to Hermione.
'Goodness. What Happened? A ring? Excuse me - Ms. Granger? Can you open your eyes for me? Good girl. I'm
sorry Mr. Weasley but you'll have to leave. If you wait outside it will go a lot quicker. Thank you.' she gestured
towards the door.
He stepped outside and leaned against the wall. At that moment, Harry came around the corner, saw Ron, and
ran up to him.
'Ron! Is she ok? Sorry I wasn't here earlier, the teachers kinda noticed what was happening after Fred and George
yelled themselves hoarse at Malfoy. It was funny at first, but we cost Gryffindor 20 points.' he said.
Ron slid down the wall and sat down on the floor. Harry sat down beside him.
'I hate him Harry. I hate him. He comes after my family, then goes for Hermione. Think you could teach me how
to punch like that?' Ron said with a laugh, ' Why'd you go after him? I mean - it was, well, my sister and all.
Harry got a numb feeling in the pit of his stomach. To his enormous relief, Madam Pomfrey came out at that
moment.
'Well, you can come in now. Oh, and I believe that your sister is awake as well.' she said with a smile.
~* OWEEE! My fingers are about to fall off! Well, The Third Part (.)should be out soon. Please review,and
if and when you do, I stess the suggestion of a new name for the title. Thanking you in advance,*~
-Auntie Emm