DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN TITANIC AT LEAST FIVE TIMES!
"Harry? Harry?!" Someone's voice stirred him.
Harry opened his eyes. Everything was blurry, but he could make out blonde hair. He quickly propped himself on his right shoulder and took in his surroundings. He was laying on a bed in the hospital wing. Frightened Gryffindor students were surrounding him; Lauren was pretty much on top of him.
Harry struggled to push Lauren away. "I'm fine, okay? Now could someone please tell me what's going on?" he asked, groping the small table next to him for his glasses.
Immediately everybody moved back a few steps. Harry put on the glasses and looked around. Then, he said, "Thank you!" Then, he added, "I was just wondering; could I be alone with Ron and Hermione for a few minutes?"
Lauren looked shocked that Harry didn't care about her. She brushed away a tear with her hand and rushed out of the room. Harry didn't seem to acknowledge the fact that Lauren was there. Ron and Hermione were surprised that Harry wanted to see only them, but they nodded and stayed in front of the crowd.
The people in the room filtered out.
"Harry, you took forever to wake up!" Hermione cried, stuffing pillows under Harry's back so he could sit up.
"I know," Harry replied, leaning back slightly.
"Oh. Well, do you want to tell us what happened or do you want us to tell you what happened?"
"Hermione? What are you talking about? Of course he'll know what happened," Ron intruded.
"No I don't," Harry said. "When did I pass out?"
"Two days ago," Hermione answered.
"What?" He was shocked.
"Yes. But Harry; why?"
"I-" Harry hesitated. "I don't know."
"Why did Lauren run out like that, Harry?" Hermione asked a few moments later.
"I don't know, I was hoping you knew." Harry knew this was not entirely true; that he knew exactly why Lauren left in such a hurry. He sighed, and his stomach flopped as he wondered if he should tell Hermione and Ron about what had happened earlier. He decided not to.
"Ginny was saying something before," Ron added.
Something electrical (nerves and panic, most likely) ran through Harry as he snapped, "What? What was she saying?"
"Whoa, Harry; relax! All she said was that you, Lauren and Brian stayed up pretty late with her in the common room."
"That's it - Oh." Harry relaxed. "Um, Hermione?" he asked a few seconds later. "I was wondering if you, could, ah…could you ask Lauren to come down? I think I'd better apologize."
"Certainly, Harry! Come on, Ron." Hermione pulled Ron out of the hospital wing.
Harry looked around him. He was the only person in the whole hospital wing. A window was open to his left, letting the bright mid-afternoon sunlight shine through. He shut his eyes and tried to forget his surroundings for a few seconds.
"Harry?"
He opened his eyes. It was Lauren! He grinned.
"Oh, Harry! I thought you were dead!" she cried. She sat on the side of the bed and hugged Harry. She was wearing her pajamas - blue plaid flannel pants and an oversized United States Army t-shirt - and she looked as if she hadn't slept for days. Before Madam Pomfrey could walk in and see them, Lauren kissed Harry on the mouth. But Harry had other ideas.
He kissed her back and pulled her up so Lauren was laying flat on top of him. She giggled and asked, "What was that for, Harry?"
He kissed her again and again until she said, "Stop!" Harry looked at her, aghast. "Harry," Lauren said, "why are you doing this? I hope you aren't always like this."
And he wasn't. But for some reason, Harry's instincts kept telling him to kiss her. Finally, about thirteen kisses later, Lauren pushed him away and said, "Harry, you have to stop this, even though it feels delicious. What's wrong with you?"
He opened his mouth and tried to talk. Nothing would come out. No! He kept trying to say, "I don't know," but it didn't work. Harry had gone mute.
"Harry? Harry! What's wrong? Can't you talk?" Lauren cried.
He shook his head. What was wrong with him?
"Oh no! I'd better get Madam Pomfrey!" She rushed out before Harry could stop her. He hoped it was for the best.
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another problem. yay. this is so pathetic i'm not even going to say anything.
"Harry? Harry?!" Someone's voice stirred him.
Harry opened his eyes. Everything was blurry, but he could make out blonde hair. He quickly propped himself on his right shoulder and took in his surroundings. He was laying on a bed in the hospital wing. Frightened Gryffindor students were surrounding him; Lauren was pretty much on top of him.
Harry struggled to push Lauren away. "I'm fine, okay? Now could someone please tell me what's going on?" he asked, groping the small table next to him for his glasses.
Immediately everybody moved back a few steps. Harry put on the glasses and looked around. Then, he said, "Thank you!" Then, he added, "I was just wondering; could I be alone with Ron and Hermione for a few minutes?"
Lauren looked shocked that Harry didn't care about her. She brushed away a tear with her hand and rushed out of the room. Harry didn't seem to acknowledge the fact that Lauren was there. Ron and Hermione were surprised that Harry wanted to see only them, but they nodded and stayed in front of the crowd.
The people in the room filtered out.
"Harry, you took forever to wake up!" Hermione cried, stuffing pillows under Harry's back so he could sit up.
"I know," Harry replied, leaning back slightly.
"Oh. Well, do you want to tell us what happened or do you want us to tell you what happened?"
"Hermione? What are you talking about? Of course he'll know what happened," Ron intruded.
"No I don't," Harry said. "When did I pass out?"
"Two days ago," Hermione answered.
"What?" He was shocked.
"Yes. But Harry; why?"
"I-" Harry hesitated. "I don't know."
"Why did Lauren run out like that, Harry?" Hermione asked a few moments later.
"I don't know, I was hoping you knew." Harry knew this was not entirely true; that he knew exactly why Lauren left in such a hurry. He sighed, and his stomach flopped as he wondered if he should tell Hermione and Ron about what had happened earlier. He decided not to.
"Ginny was saying something before," Ron added.
Something electrical (nerves and panic, most likely) ran through Harry as he snapped, "What? What was she saying?"
"Whoa, Harry; relax! All she said was that you, Lauren and Brian stayed up pretty late with her in the common room."
"That's it - Oh." Harry relaxed. "Um, Hermione?" he asked a few seconds later. "I was wondering if you, could, ah…could you ask Lauren to come down? I think I'd better apologize."
"Certainly, Harry! Come on, Ron." Hermione pulled Ron out of the hospital wing.
Harry looked around him. He was the only person in the whole hospital wing. A window was open to his left, letting the bright mid-afternoon sunlight shine through. He shut his eyes and tried to forget his surroundings for a few seconds.
"Harry?"
He opened his eyes. It was Lauren! He grinned.
"Oh, Harry! I thought you were dead!" she cried. She sat on the side of the bed and hugged Harry. She was wearing her pajamas - blue plaid flannel pants and an oversized United States Army t-shirt - and she looked as if she hadn't slept for days. Before Madam Pomfrey could walk in and see them, Lauren kissed Harry on the mouth. But Harry had other ideas.
He kissed her back and pulled her up so Lauren was laying flat on top of him. She giggled and asked, "What was that for, Harry?"
He kissed her again and again until she said, "Stop!" Harry looked at her, aghast. "Harry," Lauren said, "why are you doing this? I hope you aren't always like this."
And he wasn't. But for some reason, Harry's instincts kept telling him to kiss her. Finally, about thirteen kisses later, Lauren pushed him away and said, "Harry, you have to stop this, even though it feels delicious. What's wrong with you?"
He opened his mouth and tried to talk. Nothing would come out. No! He kept trying to say, "I don't know," but it didn't work. Harry had gone mute.
"Harry? Harry! What's wrong? Can't you talk?" Lauren cried.
He shook his head. What was wrong with him?
"Oh no! I'd better get Madam Pomfrey!" She rushed out before Harry could stop her. He hoped it was for the best.
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another problem. yay. this is so pathetic i'm not even going to say anything.
