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Disclaimer: Not mine, typical.
The next morning Hermione looked worse for wear. She hadn't woken up all night, even when Lavender and Parvati came in late after studying and made their usual commotion of going to bed. Her curtains were drawn so they didn't disturb. Both of them had debated on waking her up while they got dressed lest she be late for breakfast or consequently school, but were fearful of the repercussions. Finally deciding upon the good old 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' to name the poor soul who would wake the girl.
Parvati reluctantly approached the bed and was startled when the curtains wrenched open and a dishevelled figure bolted to the bathroom. Hermione, still in her Hogwarts uniform, then proceeded to be sick. Lavender and Parvati hung back until they heard the tap running and Hermione breathing heavily. A few minutes later she emerged. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks were tear stained, obvious against her pale face. Both girls watched as the Head Girl wearily changed uniforms, fighting the drowsiness and sniffling threatening to overwhelm her. A sneezing fit forced her to take a shaky seat on her bed, where Lavender and Parvati were immediately at her side. Parvati rubbed her back and Lavender, who had been overwhelmed at the Witches of Fate 'fate', looked on worriedly.
"Maybe you should skive off today and go see Pomfrey?" Lavender suggested, but Hermione sniffed and rolled her eyes before answering.
"I can't" Hermione croaked, but didn't give a reason as to why. Everyone knew Hermione's view about missing class-any class- for other than a life threatening situation. "Its just a muggle flu. It'll go away in like a day" she insisted, as her voice threatened to give out.
"Hermione, you look really ill" Parvati said bluntly as Hermione got up off the bed to grab her book bag.
"Please I'm fine!" Hermione said abruptly, effectively ending the conversation. Offering them a weak smile as she left the dorm. Lavender and Parvati followed her down into the Common Room disapprovingly.
Ron and Harry were (as usual) waiting at the bottom of the stairs, but weren't wearing their usual grins. Apparently they had already either gone to breakfast and trudged all the way back, or had been waiting the whole time. However, even Ron couldn't resist smiling when he was greeted by Hermione. Ron went to kiss her but she turned her head and held a hand between them. He looked dismayed and was about to say something when he noticed how pale she looked.
"Gee Hermione you don't look so hot" Harry said observantly, standing from where he had been perched on the back of the sofa.
She sighed. "I'm fine!" she demanded hoarsely, but sharply; grimacing with the motion of swallowing. She made to clear her throat, but that caused her enough pain that she had to tenderly rub her neck with her free hand.
Ron looked phased as he glared at her and it was made even worse with the fact that she wouldn't even meet his eyes. This was something she always did when she was lying or keeping something from either him or Harry. Quickly, without warning, his hand shot up to feel her forehead before she could pull away.
"Oh no you're not 'fine' Hermione! No one who's fine has a fever!" Ron hissed. "We're going to see Pomfrey." Ron grabbed her hand and started to pull her a long, but she dug her heels into the ground swaying a bit.
"No! Let's go!" he demanded, but she just gave him a defiant look.
"If you don't, Harry and I will carry you" Ron countered, and Harry nodded in reformation.
Hermione continued to glare, but the gaze was broken when she went into another coughing fit which left her teary eyed and breathless. She looked at Ron and Harry brokenly.
"That's what we thought" Ron said softly, taking her bag and setting it beside the couch.
"Don't lie to us Hermione, we're your best friends" Harry said quietly, as they ushered her through the portrait hole.
"Funny eh? How she listens to them" Parvati exclaimed as her and Lavender made their way quickly down to breakfast.
The three of them never made it to breakfast, and Harry and Ron were nearly late for double potions and thus neither of the girls could question them about the absence of their roommate. Ron looked miserable and Harry had the look of a lost puppy.
Lavender tried to look worried but not overly frantic when they talked to Harry and Ron in the hall after class. She didn't want anyone thinking that she was worried solely because it meant the demise of a lead singer not a good friend, that's not what the problem was now. The verdict? Hermione had the flu. And to make matters worse, Madame Pomfrey was forced to send her back to the dorm to recover as the infirmary was temporarily quarantined due to a broken jar of Furnicular steam (a rather nasty gaseous form of Bubotuber puss which caused exposed skin to burst into angry welts). The best Pomfrey could do, ,was send Ron and Harry back up to Gryffindor with some muggle medicaton and the promise that they would see to her until this afternoon when they could clean up the infirmary.
"Yeah, we took her up to her dorm room" Ron said, as they walked with the girls up to the Astronomy Tower. Normally Ron would be walking Hermione down to Arithmancy and then dashing up to Divination.
Harry couldn't resist a chuckle though. "But, knowing Hermione she's probably reading or something, ,devastated she had to miss a class." Ron and the two girls couldn't help but smile at the thought as they climbed the ladder into the stuffy room.
"Say, you wouldn't tattle if we went up and saw her after lessons would you?" Ron asked them.
"No, we wont, ,but she might!" Parvati laughed and Lavender grinned. "Yeah she might take House Points off" and they all chuckled, before Trelawney floated into the room.
Ron was true to his word when he joined the rest for the study session after dinner. Because he wasn't smiling when he sat down, everyone assumed that Hermione had indeed had a conniption fit when Ron had went in to check on her.
"So am I right in assuming that the Weasley charm lost against the Granger wrath?" Seamus cajoled, but Ron rolled his eyes.
"No, actually she's sleeping and I couldn't wake her up. Whatever Pomfrey gave her, knocked her right out." he said sulkily.
"Does she look any better?" Harry asked but before Ron could answer, they heard someone on the stairs coughing and sneezing. Hermione herself answered Harry's question as she took a seat beside Ron clutching several Kleenexes in her hand. She was wearing pajams that seemed too cool for October weather, but at the same time she looked flushed and hot. Lavender was right in assuming that she still had a fever. Ron put his arm around her and she leaned against him wearily.
"Shouldn't you be resting?" Dean asked her kindly.
Hermione nodded and sniffed and then searched the table for a spare piece of parchment. Taking a quill from Lavender, she wrote, in her usual neat scrawl which Ron proceeded to read:
I need some tissue. I don't have any left
Lavender looked at her crookedly, and Hermione met her eyes. Something passed between them and Lavenders face fell as she gasped.
"You lost your voice didn't you?" Parvati asked and Hermione nodded dejectedly. Dean had rushed off to the dorm to fetch a box of tissue for Hermione.
Lavender didn't want to say anything out loud, because besides Harry, Ron and Hannah - no one else knew about Sunday. She also didn't want to sound like a prat and say "Well I hope you get better by Sunday" so she just bit her lip, much to Parvatis relief. Also Hermione looked a little worried herself, so either of the girls didn't want to make her feel any worse. It would have to be a waiting game.
Dean returned and handed the box to Hermione, who smiled and mouthed 'Thanks'. She scribbled something, handed it to Ron who nodded. He helped her up and they left the Common Room without so much as a word.
Harry read the note: Take me to the infirmary? and finding it safe to share told the others.
"Wow she must be pretty sick then eh?" Neville said quietly, staring down at his Potions work.
"Shell be okay. We all know Hermione" Harry grinned.
"Maybe if she's that sick, Snape'll let her off writing the Potions test" Dean said admirably.
"Yeah right! Shed still write it regardless of what Snape says" Seamus said and they all agreed, returning half-heartedly to their work.
Ron returned half an hour later, sans Hermione but nobody questioned where he had gone or where Hermione was. The look on his face told them it was no teasing matter. His book was open, but his mind was elsewhere; but far from where Lavender and Parvati's were.
Mehhhhhh...............
Disclaimer: Not mine, typical.
The next morning Hermione looked worse for wear. She hadn't woken up all night, even when Lavender and Parvati came in late after studying and made their usual commotion of going to bed. Her curtains were drawn so they didn't disturb. Both of them had debated on waking her up while they got dressed lest she be late for breakfast or consequently school, but were fearful of the repercussions. Finally deciding upon the good old 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' to name the poor soul who would wake the girl.
Parvati reluctantly approached the bed and was startled when the curtains wrenched open and a dishevelled figure bolted to the bathroom. Hermione, still in her Hogwarts uniform, then proceeded to be sick. Lavender and Parvati hung back until they heard the tap running and Hermione breathing heavily. A few minutes later she emerged. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks were tear stained, obvious against her pale face. Both girls watched as the Head Girl wearily changed uniforms, fighting the drowsiness and sniffling threatening to overwhelm her. A sneezing fit forced her to take a shaky seat on her bed, where Lavender and Parvati were immediately at her side. Parvati rubbed her back and Lavender, who had been overwhelmed at the Witches of Fate 'fate', looked on worriedly.
"Maybe you should skive off today and go see Pomfrey?" Lavender suggested, but Hermione sniffed and rolled her eyes before answering.
"I can't" Hermione croaked, but didn't give a reason as to why. Everyone knew Hermione's view about missing class-any class- for other than a life threatening situation. "Its just a muggle flu. It'll go away in like a day" she insisted, as her voice threatened to give out.
"Hermione, you look really ill" Parvati said bluntly as Hermione got up off the bed to grab her book bag.
"Please I'm fine!" Hermione said abruptly, effectively ending the conversation. Offering them a weak smile as she left the dorm. Lavender and Parvati followed her down into the Common Room disapprovingly.
Ron and Harry were (as usual) waiting at the bottom of the stairs, but weren't wearing their usual grins. Apparently they had already either gone to breakfast and trudged all the way back, or had been waiting the whole time. However, even Ron couldn't resist smiling when he was greeted by Hermione. Ron went to kiss her but she turned her head and held a hand between them. He looked dismayed and was about to say something when he noticed how pale she looked.
"Gee Hermione you don't look so hot" Harry said observantly, standing from where he had been perched on the back of the sofa.
She sighed. "I'm fine!" she demanded hoarsely, but sharply; grimacing with the motion of swallowing. She made to clear her throat, but that caused her enough pain that she had to tenderly rub her neck with her free hand.
Ron looked phased as he glared at her and it was made even worse with the fact that she wouldn't even meet his eyes. This was something she always did when she was lying or keeping something from either him or Harry. Quickly, without warning, his hand shot up to feel her forehead before she could pull away.
"Oh no you're not 'fine' Hermione! No one who's fine has a fever!" Ron hissed. "We're going to see Pomfrey." Ron grabbed her hand and started to pull her a long, but she dug her heels into the ground swaying a bit.
"No! Let's go!" he demanded, but she just gave him a defiant look.
"If you don't, Harry and I will carry you" Ron countered, and Harry nodded in reformation.
Hermione continued to glare, but the gaze was broken when she went into another coughing fit which left her teary eyed and breathless. She looked at Ron and Harry brokenly.
"That's what we thought" Ron said softly, taking her bag and setting it beside the couch.
"Don't lie to us Hermione, we're your best friends" Harry said quietly, as they ushered her through the portrait hole.
"Funny eh? How she listens to them" Parvati exclaimed as her and Lavender made their way quickly down to breakfast.
The three of them never made it to breakfast, and Harry and Ron were nearly late for double potions and thus neither of the girls could question them about the absence of their roommate. Ron looked miserable and Harry had the look of a lost puppy.
Lavender tried to look worried but not overly frantic when they talked to Harry and Ron in the hall after class. She didn't want anyone thinking that she was worried solely because it meant the demise of a lead singer not a good friend, that's not what the problem was now. The verdict? Hermione had the flu. And to make matters worse, Madame Pomfrey was forced to send her back to the dorm to recover as the infirmary was temporarily quarantined due to a broken jar of Furnicular steam (a rather nasty gaseous form of Bubotuber puss which caused exposed skin to burst into angry welts). The best Pomfrey could do, ,was send Ron and Harry back up to Gryffindor with some muggle medicaton and the promise that they would see to her until this afternoon when they could clean up the infirmary.
"Yeah, we took her up to her dorm room" Ron said, as they walked with the girls up to the Astronomy Tower. Normally Ron would be walking Hermione down to Arithmancy and then dashing up to Divination.
Harry couldn't resist a chuckle though. "But, knowing Hermione she's probably reading or something, ,devastated she had to miss a class." Ron and the two girls couldn't help but smile at the thought as they climbed the ladder into the stuffy room.
"Say, you wouldn't tattle if we went up and saw her after lessons would you?" Ron asked them.
"No, we wont, ,but she might!" Parvati laughed and Lavender grinned. "Yeah she might take House Points off" and they all chuckled, before Trelawney floated into the room.
Ron was true to his word when he joined the rest for the study session after dinner. Because he wasn't smiling when he sat down, everyone assumed that Hermione had indeed had a conniption fit when Ron had went in to check on her.
"So am I right in assuming that the Weasley charm lost against the Granger wrath?" Seamus cajoled, but Ron rolled his eyes.
"No, actually she's sleeping and I couldn't wake her up. Whatever Pomfrey gave her, knocked her right out." he said sulkily.
"Does she look any better?" Harry asked but before Ron could answer, they heard someone on the stairs coughing and sneezing. Hermione herself answered Harry's question as she took a seat beside Ron clutching several Kleenexes in her hand. She was wearing pajams that seemed too cool for October weather, but at the same time she looked flushed and hot. Lavender was right in assuming that she still had a fever. Ron put his arm around her and she leaned against him wearily.
"Shouldn't you be resting?" Dean asked her kindly.
Hermione nodded and sniffed and then searched the table for a spare piece of parchment. Taking a quill from Lavender, she wrote, in her usual neat scrawl which Ron proceeded to read:
I need some tissue. I don't have any left
Lavender looked at her crookedly, and Hermione met her eyes. Something passed between them and Lavenders face fell as she gasped.
"You lost your voice didn't you?" Parvati asked and Hermione nodded dejectedly. Dean had rushed off to the dorm to fetch a box of tissue for Hermione.
Lavender didn't want to say anything out loud, because besides Harry, Ron and Hannah - no one else knew about Sunday. She also didn't want to sound like a prat and say "Well I hope you get better by Sunday" so she just bit her lip, much to Parvatis relief. Also Hermione looked a little worried herself, so either of the girls didn't want to make her feel any worse. It would have to be a waiting game.
Dean returned and handed the box to Hermione, who smiled and mouthed 'Thanks'. She scribbled something, handed it to Ron who nodded. He helped her up and they left the Common Room without so much as a word.
Harry read the note: Take me to the infirmary? and finding it safe to share told the others.
"Wow she must be pretty sick then eh?" Neville said quietly, staring down at his Potions work.
"Shell be okay. We all know Hermione" Harry grinned.
"Maybe if she's that sick, Snape'll let her off writing the Potions test" Dean said admirably.
"Yeah right! Shed still write it regardless of what Snape says" Seamus said and they all agreed, returning half-heartedly to their work.
Ron returned half an hour later, sans Hermione but nobody questioned where he had gone or where Hermione was. The look on his face told them it was no teasing matter. His book was open, but his mind was elsewhere; but far from where Lavender and Parvati's were.
Mehhhhhh...............