I know that I have had crushes on teachers before, but this one is serious.
Lockhart may have been attractive, but he had no brains. Professor Lupin
was not only hot, but he was smart, had a sense of humor, and wasn't
conceited. And now I'm sounding like Lavender and Parvati, and how they
talk about guys in this manner.
We were about to sit down when McGonagall asked Harry and I to come to her office.
"There's no need to look so worried--- I just want a word in my office," she said, "Move along there, Weasley."
We sat down in her office, and she sat down behind her own desk. "Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you were taken ill on the train Potter."
Harry looked like he wanted to make a comment, but Madam Pomfrey rushing into the office interrupted him. She was no doubt worried about him.
"I'm fine," he was most definitely annoyed. "I don't need anything---"
Once again, Madam Pomfrey interrupted him. "Oh, it's you, is it? I suppose you've been doing something dangerous again?"
"It was a dementor, Poppy," McGonagall said a little sharply. I was glad that she made sure the other teachers didn't assume that he was doing some thing wrong.
"Setting dementors around the school," she said, tutting and feeling Harry's forehead. "He won't be the last who collapses. Yes, he's all clammy. Terrible things, they are, and the effect on people that are already delicate--"
I felt ultimately sorry for Harry. "I'm not delicate!" he snapped.
"Of course you're not," she said airily. She checked his pulse.
"What does he need," McGonagall asked. "Bed and rest? Should he perhaps spend the night in the hospital wing?"
Now that was going too far. Either Harry agreed with me, or he was thinking of what Malfoy would say, but nevertheless, he jumped up. "I'm -fine-!"
"Well, he should have chocolate at the very least," Madam Pomfrey said.
It was rather annoying how McGonagall and Pomfrey were talking as if Harry wasn't even there.
"I've already had some. Professor Lupin gave me some. He gave it to us all," Harry told them.
"Did he, now?" Madam Pomfrey obviously approved of Lupin. And if she approved of him, then it was just one more reason to approve of him. "So we've finally got a defense against the dark arts teacher who knows his remedies?" Yes.
"Are you sure you feel alright Potter?"
"-Yes-." He said exasperatedly.
"Very well. Kindly wait outside while I have a word with Miss Granger about her course schedule, then we can go down to the feast together," she said, nodding.
As soon as the door closed, she turned to me. "You know that there is no way you can have all these classes on a normal schedule," she said, somewhat crossly.
"Yes Professor."
"I am willing to make an exception for you, and I've talked to the Headmaster about this. We are going to give you this." She held up a tiny hourglass on a gold chain. My eyes must have been the size of saucers. I knew what it was. It was a time-turner. "However, you must promise not to tell anybody. Especially not Potter or Weasley."
"I promise. But.....how'd you get the ministry to let me have one?" I asked.
"We had to tell them you were a model-student and you wouldn't abuse it. Which you won't." It was an order.
"Yes."
I took it and put in around my neck, pushing it down my shirt. We left the room and the three of us headed down to the feast.
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There's your Hermione chapter. Soon I'll do Ron. Maybe, if I get some more inspiration.....I think I may have to re-read the book without trying to convert into somebody elses' point of view.
We were about to sit down when McGonagall asked Harry and I to come to her office.
"There's no need to look so worried--- I just want a word in my office," she said, "Move along there, Weasley."
We sat down in her office, and she sat down behind her own desk. "Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you were taken ill on the train Potter."
Harry looked like he wanted to make a comment, but Madam Pomfrey rushing into the office interrupted him. She was no doubt worried about him.
"I'm fine," he was most definitely annoyed. "I don't need anything---"
Once again, Madam Pomfrey interrupted him. "Oh, it's you, is it? I suppose you've been doing something dangerous again?"
"It was a dementor, Poppy," McGonagall said a little sharply. I was glad that she made sure the other teachers didn't assume that he was doing some thing wrong.
"Setting dementors around the school," she said, tutting and feeling Harry's forehead. "He won't be the last who collapses. Yes, he's all clammy. Terrible things, they are, and the effect on people that are already delicate--"
I felt ultimately sorry for Harry. "I'm not delicate!" he snapped.
"Of course you're not," she said airily. She checked his pulse.
"What does he need," McGonagall asked. "Bed and rest? Should he perhaps spend the night in the hospital wing?"
Now that was going too far. Either Harry agreed with me, or he was thinking of what Malfoy would say, but nevertheless, he jumped up. "I'm -fine-!"
"Well, he should have chocolate at the very least," Madam Pomfrey said.
It was rather annoying how McGonagall and Pomfrey were talking as if Harry wasn't even there.
"I've already had some. Professor Lupin gave me some. He gave it to us all," Harry told them.
"Did he, now?" Madam Pomfrey obviously approved of Lupin. And if she approved of him, then it was just one more reason to approve of him. "So we've finally got a defense against the dark arts teacher who knows his remedies?" Yes.
"Are you sure you feel alright Potter?"
"-Yes-." He said exasperatedly.
"Very well. Kindly wait outside while I have a word with Miss Granger about her course schedule, then we can go down to the feast together," she said, nodding.
As soon as the door closed, she turned to me. "You know that there is no way you can have all these classes on a normal schedule," she said, somewhat crossly.
"Yes Professor."
"I am willing to make an exception for you, and I've talked to the Headmaster about this. We are going to give you this." She held up a tiny hourglass on a gold chain. My eyes must have been the size of saucers. I knew what it was. It was a time-turner. "However, you must promise not to tell anybody. Especially not Potter or Weasley."
"I promise. But.....how'd you get the ministry to let me have one?" I asked.
"We had to tell them you were a model-student and you wouldn't abuse it. Which you won't." It was an order.
"Yes."
I took it and put in around my neck, pushing it down my shirt. We left the room and the three of us headed down to the feast.
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There's your Hermione chapter. Soon I'll do Ron. Maybe, if I get some more inspiration.....I think I may have to re-read the book without trying to convert into somebody elses' point of view.