Chapter 4 - Here it comes again!
"Draco!" a muffled shout from Hermione. Jerking back into the real world, Crabbe reached into his pocket and pulled out an army knife, and with one deft flick, he removed Hermione's gag. "Thank you," she breathed, and turned to face Draco, who was advancing on Blaise. Another of the blue-clad team stepped forwards, and took his mask off. Harry appeared from beneath it, and walked over to Hermione but whispered something to Crabbe, who quickly got his knife out again, and cut off the rope that was binding her to the chair. She promptly stood up, and embraced Harry, his fierce lover for her shining in his eyes. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, too," he whispered in her ear. "Thank you," she whispered back. Blaise still hadn't gotten over the shock upon seeing her elite fighting force wasn't who she thought it would be - the 'Dream Team' as she had called them at Hogwarts, and. "Hello, Blaise." Another of the masked avengers took of her mask. She walked over to Blaise, and stood by her side, she turned to face her, and in a second, Blaise was on the floor. Hermione wasn't sure what had happened. "Thank you, Gill," Draco said professionally. "I'm glad she's gone." Hermione was bewildered. How could Draco be so indifferent to her? How could he be so. cold? Hermione walked over to him, and looked him in the eyes. He tried to avoid her gaze, but she was standing right in front of him, noses almost touching, breath mingling, and he had to look at her. "Draco, I - " "Save it. We'll talk later." He turned and swept out the door, and only Hermione, Harry and Goyle were left. Crabbe had gone with Draco. Harry turned to face her. "I don't know, either, Hermione. I really don't know. A wise friend once said to me - 'Sometimes the best questions are the unanswered ones'." Hermione smiled weakly, and walked out of the room. Harry and Goyle stared after her, then walked up to where she was sitting, slumped against the wall, just outside the door - just as Harry had known she would be. "Come on," he said, holding out a hand to help her up. "Let's go back to Hogwarts."
22nd June
It worked! Ron is in St Mungos. He is currently recovering, but Harry doesn't know. I've told Ron what's happened in the years that he's been dead, and he's surprised. 'I was dead?' he asked. Oh, I did laugh. Ron thinks I'm a real meanie, and keeps threatening to call Harry. Poor Harry. He'll know in a few weeks, though. I'll feel much better about myself then. I feel like I'm hurting Harry, actually. I hope the next few weeks go quickly. Bother. Now I've put that, the next fortnight will be so slow; it'll be unbearable. Mustn't grumble. RON'S ALIVE!
Well, it has been another exciting year at Hogwarts. Not really for the students as much as the teachers. Well, actually, I tell a lie. Harry has been staying at Hogwarts, and sitting at the back of Professor Turner's lessons was enough to disrupt all his classes, as they all wanted to talk to him. Except for one girl. Laura. Laura Greene. Scottish girl. 6th year. She didn't take a blind bit of notice of Harry. I wonder why. I know. I'll see what Harry can do. Go see her, perhaps. I know he had a very detailed chat with her, about 'stuff'. His words not mine, I hasten to add. Oh, well. It is nearly the end of term, and I believe she has the Marauder's map in her possession, at the moment. The head IS all-seeing and all- knowing, you know. I'm sighing again. I shall just try and put up with it. I don't think that it's necessary, but I don't think that it's that important either.
I now have to go and see Harry, and then perhaps Laura.
I will write soon,
Hermione Granger
"Draco!" a muffled shout from Hermione. Jerking back into the real world, Crabbe reached into his pocket and pulled out an army knife, and with one deft flick, he removed Hermione's gag. "Thank you," she breathed, and turned to face Draco, who was advancing on Blaise. Another of the blue-clad team stepped forwards, and took his mask off. Harry appeared from beneath it, and walked over to Hermione but whispered something to Crabbe, who quickly got his knife out again, and cut off the rope that was binding her to the chair. She promptly stood up, and embraced Harry, his fierce lover for her shining in his eyes. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, too," he whispered in her ear. "Thank you," she whispered back. Blaise still hadn't gotten over the shock upon seeing her elite fighting force wasn't who she thought it would be - the 'Dream Team' as she had called them at Hogwarts, and. "Hello, Blaise." Another of the masked avengers took of her mask. She walked over to Blaise, and stood by her side, she turned to face her, and in a second, Blaise was on the floor. Hermione wasn't sure what had happened. "Thank you, Gill," Draco said professionally. "I'm glad she's gone." Hermione was bewildered. How could Draco be so indifferent to her? How could he be so. cold? Hermione walked over to him, and looked him in the eyes. He tried to avoid her gaze, but she was standing right in front of him, noses almost touching, breath mingling, and he had to look at her. "Draco, I - " "Save it. We'll talk later." He turned and swept out the door, and only Hermione, Harry and Goyle were left. Crabbe had gone with Draco. Harry turned to face her. "I don't know, either, Hermione. I really don't know. A wise friend once said to me - 'Sometimes the best questions are the unanswered ones'." Hermione smiled weakly, and walked out of the room. Harry and Goyle stared after her, then walked up to where she was sitting, slumped against the wall, just outside the door - just as Harry had known she would be. "Come on," he said, holding out a hand to help her up. "Let's go back to Hogwarts."
22nd June
It worked! Ron is in St Mungos. He is currently recovering, but Harry doesn't know. I've told Ron what's happened in the years that he's been dead, and he's surprised. 'I was dead?' he asked. Oh, I did laugh. Ron thinks I'm a real meanie, and keeps threatening to call Harry. Poor Harry. He'll know in a few weeks, though. I'll feel much better about myself then. I feel like I'm hurting Harry, actually. I hope the next few weeks go quickly. Bother. Now I've put that, the next fortnight will be so slow; it'll be unbearable. Mustn't grumble. RON'S ALIVE!
Well, it has been another exciting year at Hogwarts. Not really for the students as much as the teachers. Well, actually, I tell a lie. Harry has been staying at Hogwarts, and sitting at the back of Professor Turner's lessons was enough to disrupt all his classes, as they all wanted to talk to him. Except for one girl. Laura. Laura Greene. Scottish girl. 6th year. She didn't take a blind bit of notice of Harry. I wonder why. I know. I'll see what Harry can do. Go see her, perhaps. I know he had a very detailed chat with her, about 'stuff'. His words not mine, I hasten to add. Oh, well. It is nearly the end of term, and I believe she has the Marauder's map in her possession, at the moment. The head IS all-seeing and all- knowing, you know. I'm sighing again. I shall just try and put up with it. I don't think that it's necessary, but I don't think that it's that important either.
I now have to go and see Harry, and then perhaps Laura.
I will write soon,
Hermione Granger