Dreams
Chapter 10: Qualms
A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in awhile . Thanks for reading !! J
A/N2: On a more serious note, I'm thinking of removing this story. So if you really like it, review because I don't seem to be getting a response from anyone. I need motivation people. Let's go!
Disclaimer: I'm poor, don't sue me…(okay I'm not that poor but still no suing please!!)
"I'm not totally sure yet. He's not responding to any of my charms," a very worried Pomfrey responded.
The two stood motionless and silent. The thought of not having a Ron was not registering in their brains. Hermione and Harry didn't know what to do. They were lost without him. They sunk into chairs and waited. Waited for any sign of death or life. Anything, any signs, would help their heavy hearts. After two and a half hours of waiting, they got an omen. Ron's body was tensing up. He was fighting.
Finally, it was time to leave the hospital wing. Not much progress had been made except for a few facial expressions that lasted seconds. All they knew was that he was fighting. Harry put his arm protectively around Hermione's shoulder. He was like a big brother for her and he could see something was wrong, well other than Ron's predicament.
"Hermione, what's up?"
"Ron, Malfoy."
"Well you sure are a talker to day," Harry thought. "What are you thinking about Malfoy for?" Harry asked with curiosity.
"Um, well you know for poisoning Ron and um other stuff."
"For god sakes Hermione, spit it out," Harry yelled, grabbing her shoulders. They were staring at each other. "Well?," Harry added.
"Remember about Malfoy and the thing on Friday by the lake," Hermione said ogling at her feet. It was the first time she had looked away from Harry's bright green eyes.
"What does this have to do with anything?"
"Well, check your watch moron. It's Friday."
Harry glanced at his watch. It was nearly one in the morning but Hermione had been right. It was Friday.
"So what are you going to do about it?," Harry asked harshly. "You aren't going to see that fool, are you?". He still had Hermione cornered in the hall. She looked lost and alone. "I'm sorry Hermione," he whispered, "what do you want to do?".
"Meow."
"I want to get back to the common room before Filch catches us and flips shit," Hermione said back.
Harry nodded his head in agreement. They silently infiltrated the halls and eventually got to Gryffindor Tower. The way they hid next to the walls reminded Harry of old games played with Dudley. They had never been fun for Harry. He was always cornered by Crabbe and Goyle look-a-likes. Finally the two were in the safety of their common room. Luckily all the students were asleep.
" Alright, what do you want to do?," Harry asked.
"I'm going to meet him…And I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. I want to murder him. All I can see is blood red when it comes to Malfoy." There was no question in Hermione's voice. No sign of fear or terror.
"Can I come with you? He's a madman and," Harry started to explain.
"I was going to ask you that next. Yup I want you to come. I'm not afraid of him but he is dangerous. Harry what do you think he wants with me? I still don't get what he is doing all this for."
"God Hermione, I wish I had an answer." It was two in the morning. They had to get to bed. Hermione, reading his mind, sensed the same vibe.
"I'm going to sleep." Hermione stood up and was walking toward her dorm.
"Okay, good night Herm." As Harry said this, Hermione engulfed his body with a hug.
"Thanks for everything. I don't know what I'd do without my big brother," Hermione whispered gently into his ear.
Harry took her head into his hands. He didn't know what he was doing. There was something gnawing inside. He wanted to kiss her, caress her. He wanted to cradle her into his arms. And he did kiss her. He lowered her head and kissed her forehead. He gave her a hug and one of those famous Potter grins. Or maybe it was the famous Evan grin. At that time, he didn't really care.
"Everything will be fine Hermione."
"Really?"
"Really really." Harry smiled again.
He walked with her and saw the fork in the stairs. He thought about going to her dorm and tucking her in but decided this was a little bit too much. He just went to his room silently. Turning on his alarm clock, he was thanking he lucky stars for not doing anything he would've regretted that night. It just wasn't right.
*END OF CHAPTER TEN*
A/N: That was shorter than usual. Expect the meeting at the lake next chapter along with Harry finding out what attacked Dumbledore. Should be interesting…
A/N2: Grrr… that is not what I wanted the tenth chapter to be about. Oh well, I hoped you enjoyed it. I needed to take a break from all the stressing.
A/N3: Damn it guys, I'm getting impatient. Just press the button. It's not hard. Wahoo that was my mad rant for the day. Sorry about that peeps.
