A/N: SORRY! I wasn't able to get on….enjoy!
What She Thinks: Chapter 18: Foul Play
The medallion jabbed wildly at the fence surrounding the shack and tugged hard at her arms. It seemed to be looking for a way around the fence. Clutching it tightly she swung out her wand. With a jagged wave a hole materialized through the boards of the fence and she was quickly pulled through by her fist, trying desperately to keep up with the speed of the Medallion.
She was panting hard as it pulled her swiftly around one corner after another. Hermione had had no idea how large the shrieking shack was until she had run what she hoped was at least half it's perimeter.
With a jolt it hit a red oak door covered in wood paneling and fell out of her hand to the ground.
She ran her fingers over the paneling wonderingly, looking it up and down. Surly this paneling wasn't there for no reason, but then again, it had been there for a reason, to keep people out. She furrowed her eyebrows, but wasn't the fence enough?
Gripping the top panel of wood infront of her she braced herself and pulled but to no avail. She propped a foot on the door and shoved hard with her leg as her muscles strained on the wood and her fingers were pricked by small splinters but the board did not make so much as a squeak.
Feeling the need to be hit upside the head with a heavy object she reached inside her pocket once again.
Pulling out her wand she aimed for the rusty nails bearing the board to the door.
"Loosendium!" She whispered, feeling the sudden need for silence. The board swung loosely and the nails fell from one side.
Before she was able to lift her wand again she stopped, even her breathing ceased. On the old rusty door was an indention, a hand. A mental picture of her own hand stamped into pan of plaster from 2nd grade reached her mind and she smiled slightly.
Leaning closely she stared at the marking etched lightly in the wood. No lines were rounded, and it reminded her somewhat of a stick figure. A bird, in mid flight, long plumage lay behind it and it seemed to glow with color the longer she looked at it.
Raising her hand she lifted it to the indenture. She realized she was shaking (Maybe she was just cold), and inhaled deeply. Squeezing her eyes firmly shut, she clenched her teeth, and with all the courage she could muster, forced her hand forward.
Opening her eyes she had but a split second to gasp at the fit before a blue light shot along the door, outlining her hand.
She brought her arm down quickly and stared at her palm, which seemed incredibly, yet disappointingly, normal. She frowned, unsatisfied.
Looking back at the door she was exceedingly irritated to find the door and the imprint exactly as she had found it under the board.
Knowing something must have happened she tried the rusty gold doorknob. Shaking it madly she slammed her fist against the door in anger. Why wasn't it working?!
"Hermione!"
She turned quickly on the spot only to relax at the site of Ron.
He was staring uncertainly at her, though his stature was that of concern.
"What's going on? Are--Are you okay?" His eyes lingered on the door in surprise before he turned to Hermione was for some strange reason on the verge of tears.
What was wrong with her? Nothing! Nothing was wrong!
"I'm fine!" She insisted, tears thick in her voice.
"Are you sure? Do you want me to go get Harry?" He asked solemnly, taking a step closer with his hands motioning behind him back to the town.
It seemed to echo in her ears, his name; it was like it was trapped in her head. She wasn't emotional, she was frustrated, and the door was just one more thing to be upset about. But no, it wasn't just the door, it was Harry, it was all the dead ends she continuously hit, it was everything, Draco, her fight for someone who wanted someone else. She was unable to take any more of it, to keep it all concealed in her head, she could only take so much. With the force of an earthquake she cracked.
"NO! FORGET HARRY! WHAT DO YOU THINK I CAN'T SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM?!" She screeched, throwing her arms back ignoring Ron's continuous stutters. She seemed to just be yelling, at no one in particular, just letting it all out, to everyone.
"OH NO! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT HARRY POTTER AND HIS KONGFU DITS!" Tears flooded down her cheeks freely now as she hung her face in her hand, Ron shaking his head slightly, trying desperately to vocally comfort her.
"NO! I'M FINE!"
Somewhat awkwardly, he grabbed her in a firm grip and hugged her.
She buried her face in his shirt, shaking her head.
"Who needs him when you're fine?" She sobbed. "I'm okay, I'm fine! Alright I'm fine."
"Okay, okay you're fine…I believe you…. Shhh…" He whispered, stroking her hair and rocking slightly. She clutched the back of his robes and sniffled.
Smiling he looked down at her humorously.
"Kongfu dits?"
It was with intense resentment to everything around her that Hermione found herself standing on the snowy Quidditch field with a broom in one hand and a glare on her face.
But truly it was Ron that seemed concerned by her strange behavior, Harry more so tried to avoid her eye and keep his distance.
Madam Hooch was completely unfazed at the fact one of the Gryffindor chasers was on the verge of going off at a certain seeker that happened to be wearing scarlet robes.
However, as mad as she was at Harry she was determined to keep her head and beat Slytherin, beat Malfoy, not out of support on the bleachers, but beat them on the field.
She smiled at the remembrance of how Harry had walked into the locker rooms to give his usual pep talk only to see her face and turn right back around.
She was brought back from her triumphant rather recent memory by (rather unpleasant) sound of an uptight madam Hooch (She seemed very distrusting due to the fact the last Gryffindor-Slytherin match contained a lot of fouls).
"Mount your brooms!" She hollered, raising a silver whistle to her lips.
With the shrill of a whistle and a roar from the crowed the fourteen rose into the air.
A/N: This was suppose to be longer but I ended up making a huge mistake and had to go back, it seemed I had gotten ahead of myself and forgot there was a Quidditch match, lol. Well, I'll TRY to make the next one long as possible. I only have about 3-5 more chapters and hope to get them out before I go on my trip to Nevada. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews! I enjoyed them (Though I had the pleasure of laughing at some, see profile) and encourage you to review. I'm striving for 15 reviews.
Thanks again!
~Gabbi D.