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just looked at the last time I updated and it was October LAST YEAR!!!! I
promise I won't take that long for any more chapters. Thanx again for the
reviews and now here's the chapter..
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Harry pondered what had just happened carefully back in the common room. He was sitting in a big comfortable chair alone because everyone was already in bed. No one was supposed to be out of bed let alone out of the common room. It was against the rules and Hermione never broke rules by herself. There had to be a good reason for her to be out of bed so late and Harry was about to find out. He got up out of the chair and crept as silently as he could up to his dorm, this wasn't too hard because after years of practice at creeping through the Dursley's house to sneak food at night made him perfect at it. He went over to his bed and got out his invisibility cloak, wrapped it around himself and crept back out into the common room. It was now eleven o'clock and Hermione still wasn't back. Harry had no idea how he was going to find Hermione when he had no idea where she had gone and that was hours ago so he just crept out the portal and went in the general direction she had gone in. Maybe she had gone to the library after all but wouldn't that be too much risk?
Harry wasn't watching where he was going and he walked straight into something causing him to fall flat on his butt.
"Who the hell is that?" whispered a familiar voice.
"Malfoy?" whispered Harry.
"Potter? Shouldn't you be in bed?" asked Draco.
"Shouldn't you be?" Harry shot back.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked changing the subject.
"What are *you* doing?" Harry asked.
"Must you repeat everything I say? Where are you anyway?" Draco asked in wonder.
Harry pulled the cloak off and looked up at Draco who had managed to stay standing. Draco reached out a hand to help Harry up. Harry stared at it uncertainly before taking it and pulling himself up.
"Er thanks," he said running a hand through his hair.
"Don't mention it.I mean that! If anyone finds out I'll kill you," said Draco seriously.
"Can you go one day without threatening my life?" Harry asked.
"Of course I could!" Draco said defensively.
"Sure," Harry snorted.
"You don't think I could do you?" Draco accused him.
"Of course I don't. Look I don't have time to argue I was looking for.someone," said Harry turning to leave.
"Tomorrow," said Draco suddenly.
"What about it?" Harry asked stopping and turning to face the Slytherin.
"I won't threaten you all day," said Draco.
"No stupid comments about my parents or my friends either," said Harry.
"Sure why not? I can do that," said Draco.
"Yeah sure," said Harry rolling his eyes. "Alright all day."
"Wait!" said Draco as Harry started to walk off again.
"What?"
"If it's Granger you are looking for she was sneaking around the dungeons about ten minutes ago," Draco said.
"Why are you being so nice?" Harry asked once again suspicious.
"I don't know. You make me want to be a better person," said Draco.
"Really?" asked Harry his eyes widening.
"Get over yourself, Potter," Draco burst out laughing.
Harry glared and started to walk toward the kitchens.
"Oh and Potter? You may want to put that cloak back on. Filch is roaming the castle," Draco yelled after him.
Despite the fact that it appeared Draco was helping him and Harry never trusted a Slytherin, he put the cloak back on anyway.
All the way to the kitchens Harry kept muttering to himself about stupid Slytherins and their damn mood swings. Before he knew it he was at the kitchens and tickling the pear that was now giggling. (It *was* a pear right?)
Harry entered the kitchen expecting to see Hermione but all he saw were the dozens of house elves greeting him. Two very familiar house elves were over in the corner leaning over something on the floor and talking in low voices.
"Dobby? Winky? How are you?" Harry asked grinning.
"Harry Potter!" Dobby squealed. "Is good to see you."
"Harry Potter sir. Tis your friend, sir. She is sick!" Winky squeaked.
"My friend? Hermione? Where is she?" Harry asked alarmed.
"She is here, sir," Winky squeaked.
Harry ran over to where the two house elves were and looked at what they were crouched over. Hermione was lying on the floor and seemed unconscious.
"Oh My God! Did you call anyone?" Harry asked panicking.
"Yes, Harry Potter. We sent one of the other elves up to get Professor Dumbledore," Dobby said.
"Hermione. I hope you're going to be alright," Harry said softly to the unconscious figure on the floor.
Suddenly Dumbledore burst into the room with a house elf and Madam Pomfrey the school nurse.
"We must get her to the hospital wing!" said Madam Pomfrey checking Hermione's temperature.
A/N: OMG what's wrong with Hermione? Who cares? I mean..I'm so concerned. Yes I'm fully aware I'm writing this. Anyway Please review even if you didn't like it. Flame I don't care I need a good laugh. Remember REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!! *hint hint*
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Harry pondered what had just happened carefully back in the common room. He was sitting in a big comfortable chair alone because everyone was already in bed. No one was supposed to be out of bed let alone out of the common room. It was against the rules and Hermione never broke rules by herself. There had to be a good reason for her to be out of bed so late and Harry was about to find out. He got up out of the chair and crept as silently as he could up to his dorm, this wasn't too hard because after years of practice at creeping through the Dursley's house to sneak food at night made him perfect at it. He went over to his bed and got out his invisibility cloak, wrapped it around himself and crept back out into the common room. It was now eleven o'clock and Hermione still wasn't back. Harry had no idea how he was going to find Hermione when he had no idea where she had gone and that was hours ago so he just crept out the portal and went in the general direction she had gone in. Maybe she had gone to the library after all but wouldn't that be too much risk?
Harry wasn't watching where he was going and he walked straight into something causing him to fall flat on his butt.
"Who the hell is that?" whispered a familiar voice.
"Malfoy?" whispered Harry.
"Potter? Shouldn't you be in bed?" asked Draco.
"Shouldn't you be?" Harry shot back.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked changing the subject.
"What are *you* doing?" Harry asked.
"Must you repeat everything I say? Where are you anyway?" Draco asked in wonder.
Harry pulled the cloak off and looked up at Draco who had managed to stay standing. Draco reached out a hand to help Harry up. Harry stared at it uncertainly before taking it and pulling himself up.
"Er thanks," he said running a hand through his hair.
"Don't mention it.I mean that! If anyone finds out I'll kill you," said Draco seriously.
"Can you go one day without threatening my life?" Harry asked.
"Of course I could!" Draco said defensively.
"Sure," Harry snorted.
"You don't think I could do you?" Draco accused him.
"Of course I don't. Look I don't have time to argue I was looking for.someone," said Harry turning to leave.
"Tomorrow," said Draco suddenly.
"What about it?" Harry asked stopping and turning to face the Slytherin.
"I won't threaten you all day," said Draco.
"No stupid comments about my parents or my friends either," said Harry.
"Sure why not? I can do that," said Draco.
"Yeah sure," said Harry rolling his eyes. "Alright all day."
"Wait!" said Draco as Harry started to walk off again.
"What?"
"If it's Granger you are looking for she was sneaking around the dungeons about ten minutes ago," Draco said.
"Why are you being so nice?" Harry asked once again suspicious.
"I don't know. You make me want to be a better person," said Draco.
"Really?" asked Harry his eyes widening.
"Get over yourself, Potter," Draco burst out laughing.
Harry glared and started to walk toward the kitchens.
"Oh and Potter? You may want to put that cloak back on. Filch is roaming the castle," Draco yelled after him.
Despite the fact that it appeared Draco was helping him and Harry never trusted a Slytherin, he put the cloak back on anyway.
All the way to the kitchens Harry kept muttering to himself about stupid Slytherins and their damn mood swings. Before he knew it he was at the kitchens and tickling the pear that was now giggling. (It *was* a pear right?)
Harry entered the kitchen expecting to see Hermione but all he saw were the dozens of house elves greeting him. Two very familiar house elves were over in the corner leaning over something on the floor and talking in low voices.
"Dobby? Winky? How are you?" Harry asked grinning.
"Harry Potter!" Dobby squealed. "Is good to see you."
"Harry Potter sir. Tis your friend, sir. She is sick!" Winky squeaked.
"My friend? Hermione? Where is she?" Harry asked alarmed.
"She is here, sir," Winky squeaked.
Harry ran over to where the two house elves were and looked at what they were crouched over. Hermione was lying on the floor and seemed unconscious.
"Oh My God! Did you call anyone?" Harry asked panicking.
"Yes, Harry Potter. We sent one of the other elves up to get Professor Dumbledore," Dobby said.
"Hermione. I hope you're going to be alright," Harry said softly to the unconscious figure on the floor.
Suddenly Dumbledore burst into the room with a house elf and Madam Pomfrey the school nurse.
"We must get her to the hospital wing!" said Madam Pomfrey checking Hermione's temperature.
A/N: OMG what's wrong with Hermione? Who cares? I mean..I'm so concerned. Yes I'm fully aware I'm writing this. Anyway Please review even if you didn't like it. Flame I don't care I need a good laugh. Remember REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!! *hint hint*