Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling originally created the characters, thus, she owns them...*sob*
Author's Notes: Anyone who hasn't should most definately see The Two Towers! It is so good and Orlando Bloom, *faint* he is an ABSOLUT SEX GOD.....and also, the movie was really good in general, heehee....but Legolas definately perked up the film...but yeah, watch it! heehee....
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"But Madame Pomfrey," Hermione argued. "I feel fine! I want to go back!" Madame Pomfrey ignored Hermione and checked her pulse for the fiftieth time.
"Honestly," Hermione grumbled.
"I'm going to keep you for a couple of more days. Heavens know what this kind of attack can do to a woman's emotional state. No, I can't have you leave. You must stay here and at least prove that you are emotionally calm." Hermione scowled.
"You know damn well I feel fine! Emotionally and physically. Avery is stupid and I know that, now can I leave?" Madame Pomfrey just made a disapproving clicking sound with her tongue. Back in her day, young girls did not argue with their elders and they most certainly did not swear. She left, high heels clicking determined on the stone floor. Before she walked out the door, Madame Pomfrey turned around.
"Oh, you do have a visitor." Hermione brightened up considerably when she saw Draco walk through the door, looking concerned, holding a rose.
"A token for thy fair lady," Draco teased. "But if McGonagall says anything about her flowers, I never brought you anything." Hermione giggled and took the rose from him and noted with pleasure that thorns had been carefully cut off.
"Are you okay?" asked Draco, sitting down on the bed next to Hermione. She rolled her eyes.
"A few cuts and maybe a bruise but Madame Pomfrey is acting like I just trotted back from the war. She won't let me leave." Draco smirked.
"She loves having patients and she hates to let them go. So what happened?" Hermione shrugged.
"Honestly, I have no clue. One minute I'm walking down the hallway, the next minute Avery the bastard is attacking me. I don't know why he did that but I don't think he meant anything by it. I'm sure he would have done the same thing if it was just anybody else walking down that hallway."
"But it wasn't anybody else," said Draco, fuming. "How could he?" Hermione shook her head.
"I don't know, Draco, but I think some people think something's up. They might not know what but yeah, they definately know there's something going on."
"Between us?"
"Between somebody. I think we have to keep that suspicion away from us."
"How are we going to do that?" Hermione bit her lip.
"I think we'll have to sleep on that."
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Hermione was bored out of her mind. Harry had already visited and so had Ginny, eyes overly bright and apologizing. Snape walked in once and snapped at Hermione telling her that he was merely checking the temperature in every room.
"Sure Professor," she said, grinning. Snape left the room, muttering about overly cocky students, but not before he practically threw her a card. It was a generic card of a ginger cat on the front that reminded her of Crookshanks, who actually found his way into the infirmary and was curled up next to Hermione. He enjoyed being held captive in a hospital more than his owner did.
The card was obviously from the wizarding world because the cat purred periodically and growled when it was put face down. Inside the card, it was written by the manufacturers, "Hoping you're having a MEOW-fully good time!" Underneath it in Snape's elegant handwriting, it was written, "Stay out of trouble." Hermione rolled her eyes. What a Snape way to show he cared....
Hermione was so bored she pathetically picked at the sheets, trying to find ways to entertain herself.
"Hermione?" Hermione looked up and was surprised to find Dean. She frowned.
"Hi, Dean, what are you doing here?" Okay, so she wasn't the queen of tact but she was curious. Dean flushed slightly and from behind his back, he brought out a boquet of flowers.
"I heard you were sick." Hermione grinned.
"Either I'm sick or Madame Pomfrey is insane, take your pick." Dean cracked a small smile too and stepped closer to the bed. He put the flowers on the bedside table, next to the other small gifts that Hermione had received. Hermione still held the blood-red rose that Draco had given her in her hands.
"Did you get a lot of visitors?" Hermione shrugged.
"Some." Dean uncomfortable shifted his weight from one foot to another. Hermione couldn't help but notice how adorable he looked, so nervous. She jumped at that thought and checked her vital stats. Heartbeat, steady, maybe a little faster because she was still angry at Madame Pomfrey. Hands, no sweat. Brain? No fuzziness or racing. Breath? Steady. Reassured, Hermione flashed Dean another smile, a slow one spreading across her face. This was too much fun.
"How long do you think you're staying here?" asked Dean.
"As long as it takes for Madame Pomfrey to return to sanity I suppose." Dean laughed then grew quiet, eyes serious.
"Well, Hermione, I just wanted to tell you..."
"Yes?" This was definately more fun than picking at the sheets.
"YouwerereallyprettyattheYuleBallandIwantedtotellyouthat."
"Say again?" she asked, amused.
"Maybe, if you feel better soon," said Dean, face scarlet. "You might want to go out with me sometime." Hermione's eyes widened. Hold up. Her brain was racing with an idea. If she went out with Dean....no one would suspect she was in love with Draco. This was perfect.
"Sure, I'd love to," said Hermione. Hello Red Herring...
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A/N: was that too mean of Hermione? I mean, she has to do what she has to do to keep her relationshippy going on with Draco, rite? Well, if I were her, I would have done the same thing but that's not saying much because I'm a pretty evil person, heehee.....thanks for reading, please R&R!
Author's Notes: Anyone who hasn't should most definately see The Two Towers! It is so good and Orlando Bloom, *faint* he is an ABSOLUT SEX GOD.....and also, the movie was really good in general, heehee....but Legolas definately perked up the film...but yeah, watch it! heehee....
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"But Madame Pomfrey," Hermione argued. "I feel fine! I want to go back!" Madame Pomfrey ignored Hermione and checked her pulse for the fiftieth time.
"Honestly," Hermione grumbled.
"I'm going to keep you for a couple of more days. Heavens know what this kind of attack can do to a woman's emotional state. No, I can't have you leave. You must stay here and at least prove that you are emotionally calm." Hermione scowled.
"You know damn well I feel fine! Emotionally and physically. Avery is stupid and I know that, now can I leave?" Madame Pomfrey just made a disapproving clicking sound with her tongue. Back in her day, young girls did not argue with their elders and they most certainly did not swear. She left, high heels clicking determined on the stone floor. Before she walked out the door, Madame Pomfrey turned around.
"Oh, you do have a visitor." Hermione brightened up considerably when she saw Draco walk through the door, looking concerned, holding a rose.
"A token for thy fair lady," Draco teased. "But if McGonagall says anything about her flowers, I never brought you anything." Hermione giggled and took the rose from him and noted with pleasure that thorns had been carefully cut off.
"Are you okay?" asked Draco, sitting down on the bed next to Hermione. She rolled her eyes.
"A few cuts and maybe a bruise but Madame Pomfrey is acting like I just trotted back from the war. She won't let me leave." Draco smirked.
"She loves having patients and she hates to let them go. So what happened?" Hermione shrugged.
"Honestly, I have no clue. One minute I'm walking down the hallway, the next minute Avery the bastard is attacking me. I don't know why he did that but I don't think he meant anything by it. I'm sure he would have done the same thing if it was just anybody else walking down that hallway."
"But it wasn't anybody else," said Draco, fuming. "How could he?" Hermione shook her head.
"I don't know, Draco, but I think some people think something's up. They might not know what but yeah, they definately know there's something going on."
"Between us?"
"Between somebody. I think we have to keep that suspicion away from us."
"How are we going to do that?" Hermione bit her lip.
"I think we'll have to sleep on that."
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Hermione was bored out of her mind. Harry had already visited and so had Ginny, eyes overly bright and apologizing. Snape walked in once and snapped at Hermione telling her that he was merely checking the temperature in every room.
"Sure Professor," she said, grinning. Snape left the room, muttering about overly cocky students, but not before he practically threw her a card. It was a generic card of a ginger cat on the front that reminded her of Crookshanks, who actually found his way into the infirmary and was curled up next to Hermione. He enjoyed being held captive in a hospital more than his owner did.
The card was obviously from the wizarding world because the cat purred periodically and growled when it was put face down. Inside the card, it was written by the manufacturers, "Hoping you're having a MEOW-fully good time!" Underneath it in Snape's elegant handwriting, it was written, "Stay out of trouble." Hermione rolled her eyes. What a Snape way to show he cared....
Hermione was so bored she pathetically picked at the sheets, trying to find ways to entertain herself.
"Hermione?" Hermione looked up and was surprised to find Dean. She frowned.
"Hi, Dean, what are you doing here?" Okay, so she wasn't the queen of tact but she was curious. Dean flushed slightly and from behind his back, he brought out a boquet of flowers.
"I heard you were sick." Hermione grinned.
"Either I'm sick or Madame Pomfrey is insane, take your pick." Dean cracked a small smile too and stepped closer to the bed. He put the flowers on the bedside table, next to the other small gifts that Hermione had received. Hermione still held the blood-red rose that Draco had given her in her hands.
"Did you get a lot of visitors?" Hermione shrugged.
"Some." Dean uncomfortable shifted his weight from one foot to another. Hermione couldn't help but notice how adorable he looked, so nervous. She jumped at that thought and checked her vital stats. Heartbeat, steady, maybe a little faster because she was still angry at Madame Pomfrey. Hands, no sweat. Brain? No fuzziness or racing. Breath? Steady. Reassured, Hermione flashed Dean another smile, a slow one spreading across her face. This was too much fun.
"How long do you think you're staying here?" asked Dean.
"As long as it takes for Madame Pomfrey to return to sanity I suppose." Dean laughed then grew quiet, eyes serious.
"Well, Hermione, I just wanted to tell you..."
"Yes?" This was definately more fun than picking at the sheets.
"YouwerereallyprettyattheYuleBallandIwantedtotellyouthat."
"Say again?" she asked, amused.
"Maybe, if you feel better soon," said Dean, face scarlet. "You might want to go out with me sometime." Hermione's eyes widened. Hold up. Her brain was racing with an idea. If she went out with Dean....no one would suspect she was in love with Draco. This was perfect.
"Sure, I'd love to," said Hermione. Hello Red Herring...
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A/N: was that too mean of Hermione? I mean, she has to do what she has to do to keep her relationshippy going on with Draco, rite? Well, if I were her, I would have done the same thing but that's not saying much because I'm a pretty evil person, heehee.....thanks for reading, please R&R!