" A Matter Of Perspective "
Chapter 2
DISCLAIMER : Still JK Rowling's stuff. Still Warner Brother's movie. I'm still borrowing everything............Still a POV
Chapter 2 : HERMIONE
I can move again ! I never thought that simple movements could be so pleasing. Just walking down the corridor gives me such joy. Normally, I'd think nothing of it. It would be a menial task, going from one place to another. Yet, I had been petrified by a basilisk. A large, scary, and potentially lethal one, at that. For a short time, I could do nothing but lie there while others cared for me.
Most people think I could hear and see nothing. It was quite the opposite. Almost like being in a coma, except I was wide awake. Frozen, in a place between here and there, with nothing but time slipping through my fingers. It was so frustrating to lie there in my hospital bed and not be able to give any sign of life.
I remember so clearly when Ron and Harry first came upon me in my petrified state. They stood there frozen themselves for a short moment, just staring at me. They looked so sad. I know it sounds funny, but it made me feel good. It made me feel cared for. Harry touched my hand and furrowed his eyebrows. Ron stood behind him looking like someone told him that his rat, Scabbers, had been mauled. It was nice to know they cared. They are boys, after all. It's not like they wear their feelings on their robe cuffs. However, no matter how sad they looked, part of me wanted to spring up and tell them what I found out. Professor McGonagall showed them the mirror and I thought that they would take the hint. Nothing. They had no idea. Harry was still holding my hand. I wanted to tell him to check my other hand for the parchment I'd ripped from the library book. Yes, I , Hermione Granger, defaced Hogwarts property. A book, no less.
I was angry with them for about 30 seconds. Then it faded. They would figure it out. I just knew they would. That was the hope I had to cling on to. Otherwise, I would go stark raving mad.
Being petrified with no concept of time made me a trifle scatter brained. I began to have random thoughts and memories fly through my mind. Almost as dreams float through the mind during sleep. Although, I was wide awake. At some point, Ron came to see me at night. In Harry's invisibility cloak, no less ! Had I been in a normal state I would have told him that he was being ridiculous , not to mention that he was risking getting into trouble if he were caught ! He tried waving his hands in front of my face ( Which for a moment I wanted to slap him for. Was he trying to tease me ? ). Then, he began to speak. He told me what he and Harry had been up to, and that they missed me. It was a wonder the weren't killed by those spiders !
I have to say, I was rather impressed with Ron. Being as afriad of spiders as he is, and then walking right into their den ! Although, he'd been impressing me a lot as of late. When Malfoy called me that horible name, Ron was the first to jump to my defense. It sent a surge of something I can't quite describe through me. Then, unfortunately, his defense back fired on him. I can't explain how I felt when he started spitting up slugs. It truly was sickening. Yet, he'd done it for me, and selflessly, at that. He never complained. Not even once. Well, he did say it was disgusting, but one could not blame him for that. The point was, he'd done it for me.
Harry and Ron finally figured it out ! Harry found the parchement in my hand, and off they went. I was so proud of them. When Madame Pomfoy and Professor Sprout revived me with the mandrake potion, they told me what happened. I never showered and dressed so quickly in my life ! I flew down the corridors, my feet barely touching the ground.
When I reached the entrance to the great hall, I just stood there, staring at the Gryffindor table. Nealry headless Nick greeted me and welcomed me back. But I barely saw him. The first thing I had noticed was flaming red hair. It was Ron. He and Harry were sitting side by side, locked in conversation with our friends. Ginny was with them and I was glad she was alive. I saw Ron and Harry stop smiling and share a look momentarily before joining in the conversation again.
Neville is now pointing at me, and I'm smiling so widely that the other Gryffindors are looking at me as if I'm mental. Now I see Ron looking at me with a big smile on his face, followed by Harry. I am amazed at how happy I am to see them. They're safe, and they saved us all.
I can't help it, I'm running to them now, and all I want to do is hug them ! I leap into the closest one ( which in this case happens to be Harry ) and squeeze him tight. I feel his arms tighten around me as well. He and I are both only children ( and even though his familial circumstances are different than mine, the fact still remains that we are only children with no siblings ) , and because of it, there is a bond. He literally is the brother I never had, and that is how I love him. Ron, on the other hand.......it's different with him.
I'm not sure what he thinks of me ( other than as a friend ), so I'm not sure whether or not to hug him. He has a strange look on his face. He looks almost scared. Now it's scaring me, So I stop before I get my arms around him. We're just standing here staring at one another and time feels like it is stopping. Then, he cleares his throat and shakes my hand.
I am surpirsed at how disappointed I am in myself for not hugging him. I don't want him to think that I don't care for him as much as Harry. I do, I really do. It's just a different emotion. One that I don't know how to explain. It's just there, despite how crazy he can make me at times. Does this mean I fancy him ? No, it can't be that. It just can't be. I wish I could figure it out. I just know that I don't get that twinge of uncertainty when I look at Harry. That can't mean that I fancy Ron ; can it ?
( You decide for yourself ) THE END.
Chapter 2
DISCLAIMER : Still JK Rowling's stuff. Still Warner Brother's movie. I'm still borrowing everything............Still a POV
Chapter 2 : HERMIONE
I can move again ! I never thought that simple movements could be so pleasing. Just walking down the corridor gives me such joy. Normally, I'd think nothing of it. It would be a menial task, going from one place to another. Yet, I had been petrified by a basilisk. A large, scary, and potentially lethal one, at that. For a short time, I could do nothing but lie there while others cared for me.
Most people think I could hear and see nothing. It was quite the opposite. Almost like being in a coma, except I was wide awake. Frozen, in a place between here and there, with nothing but time slipping through my fingers. It was so frustrating to lie there in my hospital bed and not be able to give any sign of life.
I remember so clearly when Ron and Harry first came upon me in my petrified state. They stood there frozen themselves for a short moment, just staring at me. They looked so sad. I know it sounds funny, but it made me feel good. It made me feel cared for. Harry touched my hand and furrowed his eyebrows. Ron stood behind him looking like someone told him that his rat, Scabbers, had been mauled. It was nice to know they cared. They are boys, after all. It's not like they wear their feelings on their robe cuffs. However, no matter how sad they looked, part of me wanted to spring up and tell them what I found out. Professor McGonagall showed them the mirror and I thought that they would take the hint. Nothing. They had no idea. Harry was still holding my hand. I wanted to tell him to check my other hand for the parchment I'd ripped from the library book. Yes, I , Hermione Granger, defaced Hogwarts property. A book, no less.
I was angry with them for about 30 seconds. Then it faded. They would figure it out. I just knew they would. That was the hope I had to cling on to. Otherwise, I would go stark raving mad.
Being petrified with no concept of time made me a trifle scatter brained. I began to have random thoughts and memories fly through my mind. Almost as dreams float through the mind during sleep. Although, I was wide awake. At some point, Ron came to see me at night. In Harry's invisibility cloak, no less ! Had I been in a normal state I would have told him that he was being ridiculous , not to mention that he was risking getting into trouble if he were caught ! He tried waving his hands in front of my face ( Which for a moment I wanted to slap him for. Was he trying to tease me ? ). Then, he began to speak. He told me what he and Harry had been up to, and that they missed me. It was a wonder the weren't killed by those spiders !
I have to say, I was rather impressed with Ron. Being as afriad of spiders as he is, and then walking right into their den ! Although, he'd been impressing me a lot as of late. When Malfoy called me that horible name, Ron was the first to jump to my defense. It sent a surge of something I can't quite describe through me. Then, unfortunately, his defense back fired on him. I can't explain how I felt when he started spitting up slugs. It truly was sickening. Yet, he'd done it for me, and selflessly, at that. He never complained. Not even once. Well, he did say it was disgusting, but one could not blame him for that. The point was, he'd done it for me.
Harry and Ron finally figured it out ! Harry found the parchement in my hand, and off they went. I was so proud of them. When Madame Pomfoy and Professor Sprout revived me with the mandrake potion, they told me what happened. I never showered and dressed so quickly in my life ! I flew down the corridors, my feet barely touching the ground.
When I reached the entrance to the great hall, I just stood there, staring at the Gryffindor table. Nealry headless Nick greeted me and welcomed me back. But I barely saw him. The first thing I had noticed was flaming red hair. It was Ron. He and Harry were sitting side by side, locked in conversation with our friends. Ginny was with them and I was glad she was alive. I saw Ron and Harry stop smiling and share a look momentarily before joining in the conversation again.
Neville is now pointing at me, and I'm smiling so widely that the other Gryffindors are looking at me as if I'm mental. Now I see Ron looking at me with a big smile on his face, followed by Harry. I am amazed at how happy I am to see them. They're safe, and they saved us all.
I can't help it, I'm running to them now, and all I want to do is hug them ! I leap into the closest one ( which in this case happens to be Harry ) and squeeze him tight. I feel his arms tighten around me as well. He and I are both only children ( and even though his familial circumstances are different than mine, the fact still remains that we are only children with no siblings ) , and because of it, there is a bond. He literally is the brother I never had, and that is how I love him. Ron, on the other hand.......it's different with him.
I'm not sure what he thinks of me ( other than as a friend ), so I'm not sure whether or not to hug him. He has a strange look on his face. He looks almost scared. Now it's scaring me, So I stop before I get my arms around him. We're just standing here staring at one another and time feels like it is stopping. Then, he cleares his throat and shakes my hand.
I am surpirsed at how disappointed I am in myself for not hugging him. I don't want him to think that I don't care for him as much as Harry. I do, I really do. It's just a different emotion. One that I don't know how to explain. It's just there, despite how crazy he can make me at times. Does this mean I fancy him ? No, it can't be that. It just can't be. I wish I could figure it out. I just know that I don't get that twinge of uncertainty when I look at Harry. That can't mean that I fancy Ron ; can it ?
( You decide for yourself ) THE END.