"Move!" Ron bellowed.
"You move!"
"I can't! Your bloody leg is around mine!"
Fae rolled her eyes. "Oh, you caught me, Ron. I was hoping you wouldn't notice while I was feeling you up," she pressed her shoulder against his in a lame attempt at a shove.
The two of them had gotten themselves into a nice little mess. In an attempt to perform a charm to get the handcuffs off, it had only backfired and caused their entire bodies to be in a mass of entwined limbs, and they were stretching and bending ways they weren't supposed to be. After they had tried to hop their way out the door of the empty classroom, they found themselves to be stuck in the doorway. And it is here that we join them.
"I wouldn't put it past you," Ron mumbled something about 'horny Irish girls'.
She snorted. "Don't flatter yourself, Weasley, I'm not that desperate."
"Again with the last name!" he said, and went off in a rant about her supposedly still hanging around with Draco too much. This had been about a week later, and he still had no idea of what had happened. As he continued with his livid vocalizations, she only shook her head, not bothering to listen to any of it.
To put things bluntly, Fae had turned into quite the little horror since she had seen Draco and Tracy together. She had somewhat grown used to the idea that she wasn't seeing things, but wasn't fully accepting that she had been cheated on. Instead, she turned things upside down and suddenly hated everyone and everything in an attempt to keep her ego up. There weren't too many people in the school who thought fond thoughts of her, but then again she felt the same way.
She guessed that his speech was done, because he was now yelling at her for something else. He was squirming, being sandwiched in between Fae and the doorframe as he shouted obscenities. Finally, he pushed hard enough and knocked her off her feet. Of course her leg was still stuck around him, and he fell down with her. She crashed over him, and as he brought her arm down to break his fall, hers was pulled back behind her head and nearly popped out of its socket. She let out a loud gasp as she fell on him with most of her weight. As if things weren't bad enough, the spell got worse and his leg snapped up and wound around her waist.
"Ron!" she shrieked as she tried to keep her face as far away from his as possible. "Get your leg off of me, you sick bastard!"
He glared at her. "Oh yes, and I'm having a lovely time too!" She glowered back as he heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes. "I'm not doing it on purpose, dumb-ass! It's part of the handcuff spell."
Her face flushed scarlet; of course it was part of the spell. Well, that took care of her stupid deed of the day. "Well, Weasley," she spat, calling him by last name again just to irk him, "Since you obviously must have some fockin' brilliant plan to get us out of this mess, why don't you just put in your two cents."
"Yeah, I have an idea." His ears had turned from pink, to red. "Get the hell off of me so I'll know you're not getting some kind of sick joy out of this."
She would have slapped him if she could have as a look of sheer disgust crossed over her features. "Ugh! Pog mah thoin, Weasley*!"
He looked at her as if she had just told her he loved her-which is a very confused and surprised look, if you will. "What did you just say?"
She sneered. "Wouldn't you like to know? Aye, too bad you English don't have your own little language."
He looked at her, looking half confused and half all knowing "Yes we do. English is a language."
Her jaw dropped open as the most genuine 'You-are-the-most-stupid-boy-I- have-ever-had-the-displeasure-of-knowing' look crossed her face. She opened her mouth to point this out, but instead just decided to let him think he had won and settled with "Right. Well. I'm going to try to stand up, and try to keep your leg from staying latched around me."
He rolled his eyes as she pressed her free hand against the ground and attempted to raise herself. She got a few feet before his leg stopped her, and she collapsed back down. He wheezed and she muttered an apology- although she found it humorous-and tried it again. After the second or third time, she had managed to at least sit up right, but they appeared to be in a suggestive position, as her seat was his pelvic bone.
"Ouch, Fae! Get up!"
"You think I want to be stuck like this?"
Silence. He gave her a suggestive look as she swatted at his head, and he winced.
"You're so egotistical, Weasley! " She growled, this being the third time she had called him that since they had been stuck in the doorway. "Why don't you try to get up? I don't see you trying to do anything."
"Believe me, this is harder than it looks."
"Hmm, well, I wouldn't know. Unlike you, I wasn't looking," she said, re- paying him for his crack on her earlier. It took him a few seconds, but he finally got the perverseness of her joke and scowled.
"Well it's true; just the act of having you on me like this is torturing enough," she shot him an evil glare as she grasped onto the door handle.
She smells like good.. for a crazy drunken Irish woman, he thought stubbornly.
Fae gripped the handle and managed to pull herself off of him. He slowly rose after her, and after a few more minutes of arguing, they teetered back into the room and were untangled.
"Ha!" Ron said triumphantly, pointing at the doorway. "In your face!"
Fae ignored the fact that the door was the second inanimate object he had addressed aside since they had first received their handcuffs. Seconds later, students flooded the hallways and they trudged reluctantly to their Divination class.
+ + +
Lavender Brown was in the girls' dormitories when Fae came in, glaring at the shining green cuff on her wrist. Ever since she and Ron had acquired that stupid thing, she hadn't been able to avoid the teasing. They were often mistaken to be holding hands in the halls. And when they had to do something in class that required using both hands, they had extreme difficulties. Just another thing to add on to the pile of reasons everyone disliked her and teased her.
The first thing when she entered, Lavender scoffed and Fae flipped her off. The two of them had not gotten along at all throughout the entire year, and after Fae had been getting into trouble and been accused of creating the Dark Mark, things had gotten even worse. They were always competing to be better, but Fae knew it was kind of a lost cause. Lavender was materialistic and shallow-minded, but she was better at everything than her. While Fae was struggling to even pass her classes, she was the second- smartest girl in the school, Hermione of course being the first. At first Fae had thought that maybe she had more musical talent than her, but when Lavender started singing a preppy little girl-band song in one of her classes, she obviously proved her wrong. Her pitch was very close, if not perfect, and she had a wide range and wonderful voice control. Fae could keep a song going, but she couldn't hit high or low notes for anything. This, of course, did nothing to help her ego. However, the next thing Lavender said made her completely forget what she had been previously thinking of.
"Why did you take the sorting hat?"
"What?" Her eyes were wide.
Lavender rolled her eyes. "The sorting hat's been missing since the beginning of the year. I'm sure you remember Dumbledore telling us a few times that whoever found it would receive a reward. Oh, don't act like you don't know."
"I'm not acting," she said sternly. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I haven't seen the hat since anyone else last has."
"What are you talking about? I just saw you come up here about an hour ago and open your trunk! It was right there!"
Fae looked at her as if she was an insect. "What am *I* talking about? Look at you! That's a lie, I haven't been up here since lunch time."
Lavender stood up. "Are you calling me a liar?" she bellowed, throwing down the clothing magazine she had been looking at. "Hence, I said you were lying," Fae said, her breathing becoming quick.
She looked to be in half disbelief. "Well go look in your trunk and refresh your memory then!" she shouted.
"I have no need to, it's not fockin' in there!"
"Yes, it is! I saw it!"
Fae started to shout something back, but instead a look of shock crossed her face. "You looked through my stuff? What the hell do you think you were doing?"
She smirked. "Professor McGonagall is coming. I alerted her as soon as I found it."
"You didn't answer my question," she advanced menacingly toward the much taller girl-once again she was acting before thinking-but the door opened, and she turned around to see Professor McGonagall.
"Professor! Professor!" Lavender screeched. Fae paused and slowly turned around. The professor walked in and looked at her sternly, and she didn't even bother to smile.
"Miss O'Connor," she started, nodding her head. "You know that the sorting hat has disappeared since the beginning of the school year."
"Aye," she said, filtering out the obscenities.
She nodded, seeming to be a little uneasy. "Well, Miss Brown says that she has found that you.. were the one who stole it."
"It's true, professor! Look in her trunk! I saw it!" Lavender cut in.
"Is not! And what were you doing looking through my stuff any way?"
"It's none of your business!"
"Oh, so it's none of my business why you were looking through *my* business? Bull shi-"
"Enough!" McGonagall shouted, silencing the two of them. They looked as if they were about to pop a blood vessel as they huffed a sigh and folded their arms in unison. The professor shook her head and continued. "Fae, if you will please show me your trunk to prove your innocence?"
"Gladly," she spat, glaring at Lavender the entire time. She marched over to her bed, pulled her trunk out from underneath, and lifted the lid.
"I told you!" Lavender screeched again, and Fae's jaw dropped.
The sorting hat was folded up on top of her clothes and other belongings. She let a quiet gasp escape her throat as McGonagall's eyebrows rose; she didn't seem too surprised.
"I saw her walk in here about an hour ago and open her trunk to put something away, and the hat was just sitting in there." Lavender went on.
Fae shot her a death glare and then turned back to the older woman. "Professor, you can't believe all this. I.." she turned to Lavender and narrowed her eyes. "You probably put it there!" she suddenly accused.
"I did not!"
"Oh, right, it just happened to appear while you were alone up here by yourself," she said sarcastically, folding her arms.
"I already told you twice I saw you! Why are you trying to deny it?"
"Girls." Minerva raised a silencing hand. "Until this is further inspected, we cannot accuse anyone," she said, although she kept a suspicious eye on Fae. She retched inwardly at her assumptions, but only stared back at her. The professor raised an eyebrow, still watching her, and then turned and left.
For a long time Fae and Lavender only glared at each other, before giving an angry and exasperated groan and going their separate ways.
April 17 I really don't like this school any more. I have no friends, no one I can talk to. I thought that I did have someone, but he wasn't even really there. And even through all of this spare time I have to myself, and lack of getting fresh air, I'm still doing horribly in my classes. The OWLs were last week, and I really hope I passed. I want to leave and most likely not come back, but I know I need to get my education and graduate. I don't know how much longer I can stand being attached to Weasley, and Dumbledore still hasn't even given us an estimate of when we can get out of these damn cuffs. I just want it to be summer so I can leave. Maybe I should pretend that I'm a muggle or something and never have any use for these stupid witchy powers. Faelyn
A few weeks later, something completely unexpected shocked the students of Hogwarts. Nobody knew how it happened, but they knew what they had seen. They had no idea what happened the night before, but everyone seemed extremely upset. For those who were there to experience, it brought back memories of what had happened during their second year attending the school. Some students were worried, and a few were afraid to sleep after what had happened, especially those who had been there for the second year. Two Gryffindor students were found paralyzed in the library.
News buzzed around the school, and most people suspected the Slytherins. Ron, however, was trying to convince everyone that it was a Gryffindor-Fae in particular. He called Harry to the boy's dormitories, where he could speak to him without the little wretch stuck to him.
"Whoever it was has to know the password," he said in a convincing tone. "And they were found in the girls dormitories, right? Well, that's one of the only places she can get to without being bound to me by that bloody spell. I'm sorry, I meant that bloody curse."
He had come up with quite a few reasons it would be Fae, and all of them were very believable. Still, Harry forced himself to give her the benefit of the doubt, and made up some lame excuse why he was wrong. All he could come up with was "Well, why would she do something like that? She has nothing against those first years."
Ron just sighed irritably and told him that he was still holding his ground, and nothing he said would change his mind.
The next day at breakfast, Dumbledore hushed the chattering Hall. Their topic of the day was, of course, the two victims.
"Quiet, quiet please," he said. After a few minutes, and no one paying him the least bit of mind, he took in a deep breath. "SILENCE!" he bellowed. This shushed them, and he smiled contently.
"I am sure that all of you are aware of the incident that happened yesterday. However, I will assure you, that the Professors and I are doing our best to see that something like this will not happen again. I do not wish for any of you to worry, and there is no need to. Whoever has committed this horrible crime will be caught and found."
There was silence. He had unintentionally made the students even more worried, as the gravity of the subject hit them. Dumbledore flicked a small smile and cleared his throat uneasily. "As you were," he sat back down.
George smiled happily, turning back around in his seat. "See? Nothing to worry about, Lavender." He said, slinging an arm around her flirtatiously. (Fae gagged from across the table)
Fred did the same with Parvati, and gave her a squeeze. She giggled, stabbing a sausage on his fork and putting it in his mouth. Fae took a notice to just how many people were becoming couples.
George and Lavender flirted quite a bit now, and Fred and Parvati had recently turned out to be a couple. Ginny and Harry were madly flirting, and as far as she knew, they still liked each other and everyone knew of it, except them, ironically. Hermione had been constantly writing letters and speaking of this Viktor Krum she had been with at the Yule Ball. Then of course there was Ron and Tracy, and Tracy and Draco.
Fae still hadn't confronted him of that, and she had no idea when she could. She supposed he had figured it out, seeing as to how they hadn't spoken to each other in two months. But she couldn't really do anything about it, being handcuffed to Ron. She sighed and stabbed her pancake angrily with her fork, as Neville turned and asked her if she was going to eat it, the first thing he had said to her in forever. She pushed her plate toward him and rested her chin on the table as she waited for Ron to finish his little socializing so she could leave the table.
+ + +
Although Dumbledore had said the matter was being taken care of, it had obviously not been. Another incident happened a few days later, with the same symptoms as the two first years, this one also from the Gryffindor house. Hermione was found lying paralyzed in her bed.
She would have been judged dead on the scene, as the other two had almost been, if not for Dumbledore. She was cold to the touch, pale, and showed all signs of being dead other than a very, very small pulse. However, her wand was found next to her, and Dumbledore had performed the Prior Incantato spell to find that she had cast a spell that wasn't strong enough to kill her self. She was immediately sent to the hospital wing, and Madame Pomfrey spent hours upon hours looking her over as a nervous Harry, Ginny, Fred, George and a Fae-attached-to-a-Ron sat outside the door.
Finally, Pomfrey came out with word. Hermione was okay. She was, however, in a state that was just short of being considered a coma, and there was no telling how long she would be like that. There would be no visitors for the time being, until she showed some signs of getting well. This sent all of them off, but they were eventually all shooed away.
On the way back, they passed by Tracy. She ran up to Ron and grabbed him in a hug. "Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry!" her fake accent sobbed into his shoulder. He hugged her with his free arm, and Fae felt sick, angry and awkward all at once. He hadn't been around her much lately, partially because he was attached to her, and partially because she had most likely been away with Draco while she told him she was 'studying' or 'doing homework'. And he believed every word she said; the poor boy was head over heels for her.
"I have to go study.. I just wanted to see if you were okay," she said, as Fae had expected. Ron nodded and she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed back, and Fae turned around and walked away as she could to her arms extent, and gagged. The twins caught her eye and they gagged back, and the three of them shared a smile. For a split second, she found herself to be missing how they could make her laugh, before Ron jerked her arm like she was his freaking dog on a leash, and they headed back toward the common room.
Laugh.
That was certainly something she hadn't done a lot of since some time in December.
+ + +
Over the next week, Hermione hadn't gotten any better. No visitors were allowed, other than her parents. They came to Hogwarts as soon as they could both get a while off from their Dentistry. Other than them and Madame Pomfrey, though, the sleeping girl received no attention. She received many flowers, cards and candies from her fellow Gryffindors, and a few other students from different houses. People were starting to wonder just how long she would be in a coma for, and there was the possibility that Hermione Granger, the smartest student in Hogwarts would fail due to lack of attendance and have to re-take her Fifth Year.
A/n: *Pog Mah Thoin is Irish-Gaelic for 'Kiss my ass', if I'm correct. :D
"You move!"
"I can't! Your bloody leg is around mine!"
Fae rolled her eyes. "Oh, you caught me, Ron. I was hoping you wouldn't notice while I was feeling you up," she pressed her shoulder against his in a lame attempt at a shove.
The two of them had gotten themselves into a nice little mess. In an attempt to perform a charm to get the handcuffs off, it had only backfired and caused their entire bodies to be in a mass of entwined limbs, and they were stretching and bending ways they weren't supposed to be. After they had tried to hop their way out the door of the empty classroom, they found themselves to be stuck in the doorway. And it is here that we join them.
"I wouldn't put it past you," Ron mumbled something about 'horny Irish girls'.
She snorted. "Don't flatter yourself, Weasley, I'm not that desperate."
"Again with the last name!" he said, and went off in a rant about her supposedly still hanging around with Draco too much. This had been about a week later, and he still had no idea of what had happened. As he continued with his livid vocalizations, she only shook her head, not bothering to listen to any of it.
To put things bluntly, Fae had turned into quite the little horror since she had seen Draco and Tracy together. She had somewhat grown used to the idea that she wasn't seeing things, but wasn't fully accepting that she had been cheated on. Instead, she turned things upside down and suddenly hated everyone and everything in an attempt to keep her ego up. There weren't too many people in the school who thought fond thoughts of her, but then again she felt the same way.
She guessed that his speech was done, because he was now yelling at her for something else. He was squirming, being sandwiched in between Fae and the doorframe as he shouted obscenities. Finally, he pushed hard enough and knocked her off her feet. Of course her leg was still stuck around him, and he fell down with her. She crashed over him, and as he brought her arm down to break his fall, hers was pulled back behind her head and nearly popped out of its socket. She let out a loud gasp as she fell on him with most of her weight. As if things weren't bad enough, the spell got worse and his leg snapped up and wound around her waist.
"Ron!" she shrieked as she tried to keep her face as far away from his as possible. "Get your leg off of me, you sick bastard!"
He glared at her. "Oh yes, and I'm having a lovely time too!" She glowered back as he heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes. "I'm not doing it on purpose, dumb-ass! It's part of the handcuff spell."
Her face flushed scarlet; of course it was part of the spell. Well, that took care of her stupid deed of the day. "Well, Weasley," she spat, calling him by last name again just to irk him, "Since you obviously must have some fockin' brilliant plan to get us out of this mess, why don't you just put in your two cents."
"Yeah, I have an idea." His ears had turned from pink, to red. "Get the hell off of me so I'll know you're not getting some kind of sick joy out of this."
She would have slapped him if she could have as a look of sheer disgust crossed over her features. "Ugh! Pog mah thoin, Weasley*!"
He looked at her as if she had just told her he loved her-which is a very confused and surprised look, if you will. "What did you just say?"
She sneered. "Wouldn't you like to know? Aye, too bad you English don't have your own little language."
He looked at her, looking half confused and half all knowing "Yes we do. English is a language."
Her jaw dropped open as the most genuine 'You-are-the-most-stupid-boy-I- have-ever-had-the-displeasure-of-knowing' look crossed her face. She opened her mouth to point this out, but instead just decided to let him think he had won and settled with "Right. Well. I'm going to try to stand up, and try to keep your leg from staying latched around me."
He rolled his eyes as she pressed her free hand against the ground and attempted to raise herself. She got a few feet before his leg stopped her, and she collapsed back down. He wheezed and she muttered an apology- although she found it humorous-and tried it again. After the second or third time, she had managed to at least sit up right, but they appeared to be in a suggestive position, as her seat was his pelvic bone.
"Ouch, Fae! Get up!"
"You think I want to be stuck like this?"
Silence. He gave her a suggestive look as she swatted at his head, and he winced.
"You're so egotistical, Weasley! " She growled, this being the third time she had called him that since they had been stuck in the doorway. "Why don't you try to get up? I don't see you trying to do anything."
"Believe me, this is harder than it looks."
"Hmm, well, I wouldn't know. Unlike you, I wasn't looking," she said, re- paying him for his crack on her earlier. It took him a few seconds, but he finally got the perverseness of her joke and scowled.
"Well it's true; just the act of having you on me like this is torturing enough," she shot him an evil glare as she grasped onto the door handle.
She smells like good.. for a crazy drunken Irish woman, he thought stubbornly.
Fae gripped the handle and managed to pull herself off of him. He slowly rose after her, and after a few more minutes of arguing, they teetered back into the room and were untangled.
"Ha!" Ron said triumphantly, pointing at the doorway. "In your face!"
Fae ignored the fact that the door was the second inanimate object he had addressed aside since they had first received their handcuffs. Seconds later, students flooded the hallways and they trudged reluctantly to their Divination class.
+ + +
Lavender Brown was in the girls' dormitories when Fae came in, glaring at the shining green cuff on her wrist. Ever since she and Ron had acquired that stupid thing, she hadn't been able to avoid the teasing. They were often mistaken to be holding hands in the halls. And when they had to do something in class that required using both hands, they had extreme difficulties. Just another thing to add on to the pile of reasons everyone disliked her and teased her.
The first thing when she entered, Lavender scoffed and Fae flipped her off. The two of them had not gotten along at all throughout the entire year, and after Fae had been getting into trouble and been accused of creating the Dark Mark, things had gotten even worse. They were always competing to be better, but Fae knew it was kind of a lost cause. Lavender was materialistic and shallow-minded, but she was better at everything than her. While Fae was struggling to even pass her classes, she was the second- smartest girl in the school, Hermione of course being the first. At first Fae had thought that maybe she had more musical talent than her, but when Lavender started singing a preppy little girl-band song in one of her classes, she obviously proved her wrong. Her pitch was very close, if not perfect, and she had a wide range and wonderful voice control. Fae could keep a song going, but she couldn't hit high or low notes for anything. This, of course, did nothing to help her ego. However, the next thing Lavender said made her completely forget what she had been previously thinking of.
"Why did you take the sorting hat?"
"What?" Her eyes were wide.
Lavender rolled her eyes. "The sorting hat's been missing since the beginning of the year. I'm sure you remember Dumbledore telling us a few times that whoever found it would receive a reward. Oh, don't act like you don't know."
"I'm not acting," she said sternly. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I haven't seen the hat since anyone else last has."
"What are you talking about? I just saw you come up here about an hour ago and open your trunk! It was right there!"
Fae looked at her as if she was an insect. "What am *I* talking about? Look at you! That's a lie, I haven't been up here since lunch time."
Lavender stood up. "Are you calling me a liar?" she bellowed, throwing down the clothing magazine she had been looking at. "Hence, I said you were lying," Fae said, her breathing becoming quick.
She looked to be in half disbelief. "Well go look in your trunk and refresh your memory then!" she shouted.
"I have no need to, it's not fockin' in there!"
"Yes, it is! I saw it!"
Fae started to shout something back, but instead a look of shock crossed her face. "You looked through my stuff? What the hell do you think you were doing?"
She smirked. "Professor McGonagall is coming. I alerted her as soon as I found it."
"You didn't answer my question," she advanced menacingly toward the much taller girl-once again she was acting before thinking-but the door opened, and she turned around to see Professor McGonagall.
"Professor! Professor!" Lavender screeched. Fae paused and slowly turned around. The professor walked in and looked at her sternly, and she didn't even bother to smile.
"Miss O'Connor," she started, nodding her head. "You know that the sorting hat has disappeared since the beginning of the school year."
"Aye," she said, filtering out the obscenities.
She nodded, seeming to be a little uneasy. "Well, Miss Brown says that she has found that you.. were the one who stole it."
"It's true, professor! Look in her trunk! I saw it!" Lavender cut in.
"Is not! And what were you doing looking through my stuff any way?"
"It's none of your business!"
"Oh, so it's none of my business why you were looking through *my* business? Bull shi-"
"Enough!" McGonagall shouted, silencing the two of them. They looked as if they were about to pop a blood vessel as they huffed a sigh and folded their arms in unison. The professor shook her head and continued. "Fae, if you will please show me your trunk to prove your innocence?"
"Gladly," she spat, glaring at Lavender the entire time. She marched over to her bed, pulled her trunk out from underneath, and lifted the lid.
"I told you!" Lavender screeched again, and Fae's jaw dropped.
The sorting hat was folded up on top of her clothes and other belongings. She let a quiet gasp escape her throat as McGonagall's eyebrows rose; she didn't seem too surprised.
"I saw her walk in here about an hour ago and open her trunk to put something away, and the hat was just sitting in there." Lavender went on.
Fae shot her a death glare and then turned back to the older woman. "Professor, you can't believe all this. I.." she turned to Lavender and narrowed her eyes. "You probably put it there!" she suddenly accused.
"I did not!"
"Oh, right, it just happened to appear while you were alone up here by yourself," she said sarcastically, folding her arms.
"I already told you twice I saw you! Why are you trying to deny it?"
"Girls." Minerva raised a silencing hand. "Until this is further inspected, we cannot accuse anyone," she said, although she kept a suspicious eye on Fae. She retched inwardly at her assumptions, but only stared back at her. The professor raised an eyebrow, still watching her, and then turned and left.
For a long time Fae and Lavender only glared at each other, before giving an angry and exasperated groan and going their separate ways.
April 17 I really don't like this school any more. I have no friends, no one I can talk to. I thought that I did have someone, but he wasn't even really there. And even through all of this spare time I have to myself, and lack of getting fresh air, I'm still doing horribly in my classes. The OWLs were last week, and I really hope I passed. I want to leave and most likely not come back, but I know I need to get my education and graduate. I don't know how much longer I can stand being attached to Weasley, and Dumbledore still hasn't even given us an estimate of when we can get out of these damn cuffs. I just want it to be summer so I can leave. Maybe I should pretend that I'm a muggle or something and never have any use for these stupid witchy powers. Faelyn
A few weeks later, something completely unexpected shocked the students of Hogwarts. Nobody knew how it happened, but they knew what they had seen. They had no idea what happened the night before, but everyone seemed extremely upset. For those who were there to experience, it brought back memories of what had happened during their second year attending the school. Some students were worried, and a few were afraid to sleep after what had happened, especially those who had been there for the second year. Two Gryffindor students were found paralyzed in the library.
News buzzed around the school, and most people suspected the Slytherins. Ron, however, was trying to convince everyone that it was a Gryffindor-Fae in particular. He called Harry to the boy's dormitories, where he could speak to him without the little wretch stuck to him.
"Whoever it was has to know the password," he said in a convincing tone. "And they were found in the girls dormitories, right? Well, that's one of the only places she can get to without being bound to me by that bloody spell. I'm sorry, I meant that bloody curse."
He had come up with quite a few reasons it would be Fae, and all of them were very believable. Still, Harry forced himself to give her the benefit of the doubt, and made up some lame excuse why he was wrong. All he could come up with was "Well, why would she do something like that? She has nothing against those first years."
Ron just sighed irritably and told him that he was still holding his ground, and nothing he said would change his mind.
The next day at breakfast, Dumbledore hushed the chattering Hall. Their topic of the day was, of course, the two victims.
"Quiet, quiet please," he said. After a few minutes, and no one paying him the least bit of mind, he took in a deep breath. "SILENCE!" he bellowed. This shushed them, and he smiled contently.
"I am sure that all of you are aware of the incident that happened yesterday. However, I will assure you, that the Professors and I are doing our best to see that something like this will not happen again. I do not wish for any of you to worry, and there is no need to. Whoever has committed this horrible crime will be caught and found."
There was silence. He had unintentionally made the students even more worried, as the gravity of the subject hit them. Dumbledore flicked a small smile and cleared his throat uneasily. "As you were," he sat back down.
George smiled happily, turning back around in his seat. "See? Nothing to worry about, Lavender." He said, slinging an arm around her flirtatiously. (Fae gagged from across the table)
Fred did the same with Parvati, and gave her a squeeze. She giggled, stabbing a sausage on his fork and putting it in his mouth. Fae took a notice to just how many people were becoming couples.
George and Lavender flirted quite a bit now, and Fred and Parvati had recently turned out to be a couple. Ginny and Harry were madly flirting, and as far as she knew, they still liked each other and everyone knew of it, except them, ironically. Hermione had been constantly writing letters and speaking of this Viktor Krum she had been with at the Yule Ball. Then of course there was Ron and Tracy, and Tracy and Draco.
Fae still hadn't confronted him of that, and she had no idea when she could. She supposed he had figured it out, seeing as to how they hadn't spoken to each other in two months. But she couldn't really do anything about it, being handcuffed to Ron. She sighed and stabbed her pancake angrily with her fork, as Neville turned and asked her if she was going to eat it, the first thing he had said to her in forever. She pushed her plate toward him and rested her chin on the table as she waited for Ron to finish his little socializing so she could leave the table.
+ + +
Although Dumbledore had said the matter was being taken care of, it had obviously not been. Another incident happened a few days later, with the same symptoms as the two first years, this one also from the Gryffindor house. Hermione was found lying paralyzed in her bed.
She would have been judged dead on the scene, as the other two had almost been, if not for Dumbledore. She was cold to the touch, pale, and showed all signs of being dead other than a very, very small pulse. However, her wand was found next to her, and Dumbledore had performed the Prior Incantato spell to find that she had cast a spell that wasn't strong enough to kill her self. She was immediately sent to the hospital wing, and Madame Pomfrey spent hours upon hours looking her over as a nervous Harry, Ginny, Fred, George and a Fae-attached-to-a-Ron sat outside the door.
Finally, Pomfrey came out with word. Hermione was okay. She was, however, in a state that was just short of being considered a coma, and there was no telling how long she would be like that. There would be no visitors for the time being, until she showed some signs of getting well. This sent all of them off, but they were eventually all shooed away.
On the way back, they passed by Tracy. She ran up to Ron and grabbed him in a hug. "Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry!" her fake accent sobbed into his shoulder. He hugged her with his free arm, and Fae felt sick, angry and awkward all at once. He hadn't been around her much lately, partially because he was attached to her, and partially because she had most likely been away with Draco while she told him she was 'studying' or 'doing homework'. And he believed every word she said; the poor boy was head over heels for her.
"I have to go study.. I just wanted to see if you were okay," she said, as Fae had expected. Ron nodded and she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed back, and Fae turned around and walked away as she could to her arms extent, and gagged. The twins caught her eye and they gagged back, and the three of them shared a smile. For a split second, she found herself to be missing how they could make her laugh, before Ron jerked her arm like she was his freaking dog on a leash, and they headed back toward the common room.
Laugh.
That was certainly something she hadn't done a lot of since some time in December.
+ + +
Over the next week, Hermione hadn't gotten any better. No visitors were allowed, other than her parents. They came to Hogwarts as soon as they could both get a while off from their Dentistry. Other than them and Madame Pomfrey, though, the sleeping girl received no attention. She received many flowers, cards and candies from her fellow Gryffindors, and a few other students from different houses. People were starting to wonder just how long she would be in a coma for, and there was the possibility that Hermione Granger, the smartest student in Hogwarts would fail due to lack of attendance and have to re-take her Fifth Year.
A/n: *Pog Mah Thoin is Irish-Gaelic for 'Kiss my ass', if I'm correct. :D