I woke up the next morning to find myself foggy in the hospital wing. I had
no idea what was going on except for the fact that someone had sent me
flowers. I took the card out of the envelop to read the contents inside.
Feel better soon, my dear. --Anonymous
Who could possibly care about me this much to send something like these beautiful roses to me? I sat up in my bed, stunned at this card. I racked my brain to come up with any names that would possibly know that I was even over here in the wing. I could come up with Harry, but he has sent me things before when accidents have occurred. He has always signed his name, so I don't know why he would suddenly change his ways. This was kind of devious. I liked this feeling I got from having a secret admirer. It was quite nice, actually.
Dumbledore came in that evening to talk to me about the accident. I guess he saw what happened, and luckily he was right behind me when this happened. A large picture frame above the stairwells had fallen upon my head as I was walking away from Harry. He had jumped towards me, also landing himself a night in the hospital. I moved the curtain, and I saw that Harry was hurt worse than I was. I had a few scratches and bruises where the corner had hit my head. But Harry had taken the brute of it all. He has pushed me out of the way while allowing the whole frame to come crashing down upon his head. I felt so bad for everything that I had done that was bad towards him yesterday. I wish I could start over. After we get out of here, I am going to ask him to be mine. I need his love right now. Draco won't love me like I love him, so Harry is going to be mine. I just had to get both us out of here first. Dumbledore eventually got up and walked out of the wing to go back over to his office to complete some work. I got up, carrying my blankets and such around my waist over to Harry's bed. I grabbed his hand and began to massage it while planting a sweet, innocent kiss upon his cheek. His eyes opened a little, only enough to allow some light to come in.
"Hermione." Harry mumbled. "Yes, Harry?" I asked in return. "I am sorry." Harry fell back asleep and I grabbed him up in my arms. I just held him in my arms while I climbed into his bed with him. I crawled under his covers and laid there for a while. I suppose nobody minded that I was lying in a bed. with a boy. under no supervision. And I also suppose it was the fact that they all knew that Harry and I were best friends and that we were both injured. Oh well. I needed his warmth right now, and I think he needed me in a way too. I could hear his breathing soften as he fell into the deep stages of sleep. I loved to hear him breathe. It was the most soothing sound, and I fell asleep listening to his heartbeat calmly and slowly.
"Hermione." I woke up to hear someone calling my voice. I opened my eyes and all I could see was a blur. It looked like a boy. but I couldn't make out his face. "Ron?" I asked questionably. "Yes, this is me. How are you doing," he asked. "Well, I could be doing much better, especially if I wasn't sitting here in the hospital wing," I said, half-heartedly. "How is he doing?" "I think he is going to be fine. He just needs to get some rest and relax for a while. I heard that he took a lot for me. Dumbledore came in and talked about it yesterday with me. I am supposed to be out of here tomorrow if I feel up to speed, but I might stay in to take care of what I can for Harry." "Oh. Well, I hope both of you feel better. I miss you two around school." "I miss you too. You should come see us tomorrow. I think we will be released tomorrow after classes. Just stop by, and I think you will be able to talk to Harry then." "Alright. I will talk to you then. Bye."
His voice faded off as he walked out of the doors and back to the other side of the school. I was still lying in Harry's bed, hoping that he would wake up soon so that I could talk with him. I climbed over into my own bed for the time being, noticing a new item added to the collection I had started on my dresser next to my bed. There had been a book added. I read the signed note inside:
I hope you are feeling better and aren't extremely hurt. I can't wait to see your smiling face during classes. --Anonymous
Who in the world would be buying all these beautiful things for me and couldn't even have the courtesy to sign their bloody name to the cards? I am curious as to who would even buy ME, Hermione, something on their own. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Waking up two hours later, Harry was standing up, hovering over my bed. I suppose he was waiting now for when I would wake up, while he was rubbing my hand. I opened my eyes to look deep into his, while he just stared at me. I don't know what has gotten into the two of us in the past three days, but I am starting to like what I am feeling. Harry bent over, kissing my forehead. I loved the feel of his sweet, soft lips. I was falling for someone that I hated not but four days ago. How could something like this happen? Thinking of Harry as more than a friend wasn't bothering me much anymore. The new nurse, Madame Turbin, had finally given me the news about returning back to normal living. The time alone with Harry was over. for now.
"Hermione, my dear, it is time for you to go back," she said, ever so politely. "Oh, okay. I don't know if I will be able to walk back on my own. Could you have Ron Weasley come down here and help me carry my gifts back to my dormitory," I asked. "Sure thing!"
I watched her fill out the proper paperwork while occasionally glancing out the corner of my eye at Harry. He was climbing slowly back into bed. He looked like he was in a lot of pain, so I told Madame that he looked hurt. While she went to get some potion to make him feel better, I walked over and gave him the sweetest kiss. He blushed and closed his eyes. I held his hand for a moment before walking out of the wing and into the main part of the school. Gosh, I am going to miss that intimate time I had with him. Three days of pure bliss. I can't wait for him to get better again. My hero.
Feel better soon, my dear. --Anonymous
Who could possibly care about me this much to send something like these beautiful roses to me? I sat up in my bed, stunned at this card. I racked my brain to come up with any names that would possibly know that I was even over here in the wing. I could come up with Harry, but he has sent me things before when accidents have occurred. He has always signed his name, so I don't know why he would suddenly change his ways. This was kind of devious. I liked this feeling I got from having a secret admirer. It was quite nice, actually.
Dumbledore came in that evening to talk to me about the accident. I guess he saw what happened, and luckily he was right behind me when this happened. A large picture frame above the stairwells had fallen upon my head as I was walking away from Harry. He had jumped towards me, also landing himself a night in the hospital. I moved the curtain, and I saw that Harry was hurt worse than I was. I had a few scratches and bruises where the corner had hit my head. But Harry had taken the brute of it all. He has pushed me out of the way while allowing the whole frame to come crashing down upon his head. I felt so bad for everything that I had done that was bad towards him yesterday. I wish I could start over. After we get out of here, I am going to ask him to be mine. I need his love right now. Draco won't love me like I love him, so Harry is going to be mine. I just had to get both us out of here first. Dumbledore eventually got up and walked out of the wing to go back over to his office to complete some work. I got up, carrying my blankets and such around my waist over to Harry's bed. I grabbed his hand and began to massage it while planting a sweet, innocent kiss upon his cheek. His eyes opened a little, only enough to allow some light to come in.
"Hermione." Harry mumbled. "Yes, Harry?" I asked in return. "I am sorry." Harry fell back asleep and I grabbed him up in my arms. I just held him in my arms while I climbed into his bed with him. I crawled under his covers and laid there for a while. I suppose nobody minded that I was lying in a bed. with a boy. under no supervision. And I also suppose it was the fact that they all knew that Harry and I were best friends and that we were both injured. Oh well. I needed his warmth right now, and I think he needed me in a way too. I could hear his breathing soften as he fell into the deep stages of sleep. I loved to hear him breathe. It was the most soothing sound, and I fell asleep listening to his heartbeat calmly and slowly.
"Hermione." I woke up to hear someone calling my voice. I opened my eyes and all I could see was a blur. It looked like a boy. but I couldn't make out his face. "Ron?" I asked questionably. "Yes, this is me. How are you doing," he asked. "Well, I could be doing much better, especially if I wasn't sitting here in the hospital wing," I said, half-heartedly. "How is he doing?" "I think he is going to be fine. He just needs to get some rest and relax for a while. I heard that he took a lot for me. Dumbledore came in and talked about it yesterday with me. I am supposed to be out of here tomorrow if I feel up to speed, but I might stay in to take care of what I can for Harry." "Oh. Well, I hope both of you feel better. I miss you two around school." "I miss you too. You should come see us tomorrow. I think we will be released tomorrow after classes. Just stop by, and I think you will be able to talk to Harry then." "Alright. I will talk to you then. Bye."
His voice faded off as he walked out of the doors and back to the other side of the school. I was still lying in Harry's bed, hoping that he would wake up soon so that I could talk with him. I climbed over into my own bed for the time being, noticing a new item added to the collection I had started on my dresser next to my bed. There had been a book added. I read the signed note inside:
I hope you are feeling better and aren't extremely hurt. I can't wait to see your smiling face during classes. --Anonymous
Who in the world would be buying all these beautiful things for me and couldn't even have the courtesy to sign their bloody name to the cards? I am curious as to who would even buy ME, Hermione, something on their own. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Waking up two hours later, Harry was standing up, hovering over my bed. I suppose he was waiting now for when I would wake up, while he was rubbing my hand. I opened my eyes to look deep into his, while he just stared at me. I don't know what has gotten into the two of us in the past three days, but I am starting to like what I am feeling. Harry bent over, kissing my forehead. I loved the feel of his sweet, soft lips. I was falling for someone that I hated not but four days ago. How could something like this happen? Thinking of Harry as more than a friend wasn't bothering me much anymore. The new nurse, Madame Turbin, had finally given me the news about returning back to normal living. The time alone with Harry was over. for now.
"Hermione, my dear, it is time for you to go back," she said, ever so politely. "Oh, okay. I don't know if I will be able to walk back on my own. Could you have Ron Weasley come down here and help me carry my gifts back to my dormitory," I asked. "Sure thing!"
I watched her fill out the proper paperwork while occasionally glancing out the corner of my eye at Harry. He was climbing slowly back into bed. He looked like he was in a lot of pain, so I told Madame that he looked hurt. While she went to get some potion to make him feel better, I walked over and gave him the sweetest kiss. He blushed and closed his eyes. I held his hand for a moment before walking out of the wing and into the main part of the school. Gosh, I am going to miss that intimate time I had with him. Three days of pure bliss. I can't wait for him to get better again. My hero.
