Hand On Your Heart

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Disclaimer: No, I don't own HP!

A/N: I'm back! This chapter might seem a little twisted, but stick with me...You will see....

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Hermione glared up at her as more hot tears fell from her eyes. "I don't need your help." Mrytle just looked down at her, still smiling as she played with one of her ponytails. "Oh...Really then? If you're sure..." She answered, before diving back down into her toilet. Hermione sighed heavily as she stood up. Turning to open the door, something caught her eye as it reflected in the dull brass doorknob. Turning around slowly, she noticed a single potion bottle sitting by itself...Just under where Moaning Myrtle was sitting. Picking it up gently, Hermione took the cork out of the vile. Hermione doubled over coughing as a thick orange smoke surrounded her. Quickly shoving the cork back in, Hermione slipped the potion bottle into her robes.

"I'm over her now...It's you I love." Hermione paused as she pressed her face to the crack in the door, her eyes wide as tears threatened her. "Ron...I-I..." Hermione continued to watch silently as Ron walked over to the other girl, brushing her hair behind her ear gently before kissing her. Hermione gave a low growl as she swallowed the lump in her throat. She fell for exactly the same thing...And he only used her. Slipping her hand into her pocket, Hermione pulled out the potion. Giving a quiet sniff, she looked back at Ron before looking at the potion again. Clasping the vile firmly, Hermione suddenly fled, a folded piece of parchment falling from her pocket.

Making sure she was alone in the silent corridor, Hermione shivered as she took the cork from the vile. Fanning the smoke away from her, she bit her lip nervously. Looking at the potion bubbling thickly, Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat. Raising the vile to her lips, Hermione shuddered as the thick potion slid down her throat. Tears filled her eyes as she sat down against the wall, silently hiccoughing. 'It's all Ron's fault...' Resting her head against the wall, she gave a loud sniff and a wail as she wrapped her arms around herself. She could feel herself getting weaker and weaker as energy seeped from her, her vision blurred from tears. Shivering, Hermione whimpered as she stared down the dark corridor. 'That's how my life's been.' She thought sadly, the black corridor seeming to go forever.

Suddenly loud footsteps echoed inside Hermione's head. She was now laying on the floor, the potion vile had been dropped and smashed. A pair of black shoes stopped in front of her, before someone grabbed onto her arm and hoisted her up. "S-Snape, wh-wha-" But before Hermione could finished, she had lurched forwards and threw up right in front of Snape, missing him by a little. "Just come with me Granger." Still holding her arm, Snape led her along the dark and silent corridor. Hermione was just glad that someone had noticed her...She had regretted being so stupid. Pushing open a large, wooden door, Snape stepped inside with Hermione. Torches lit as soon as they walked in, doing little to illuminate that cold, dark room.

"Here, lay down." Sitting Hermione on his bed, Snape covered her with a thick blanket. Hermione shivered from fright and cold as she looked around, hardly able to see anything. Leaning over the side of the bed, Hermione threw up again, now looking a sickly blue. "Drink this, it'll stop the poison." Snape whispered, not nastily, but kindly, considering it was Snape. Hermione swallowed the bright purple potion quickly before laying down fully, still shivering. "W-Why do y-you care what happens to m-me?" She asked, her large brown eyes fixing with Snape's black ones. "It's personal." Snape snapped, sounding rather hurt.

"Please..." Ignoring her, he waved his wand and cleaned the floor, before placing a potion vile on the bedside cabnit. "Sleep in here for now. If you feel sick, drink some of that potion." Nodding towards the vile on the bedside cabnit, Snape pulled on a dark green cloak over his robes. "I'll be back in the morning, and don't even think about leaving. You'll be alright overnight."

Hermione shivered as Snape left the room. Even though Snape mightn't have been the best company, she suddenly felt alone and worried. Snuggling into the blankets and laying back down, Hermione gave a small yawn. 'If it hadn't been for Ron, I could be in my own bed by now.' She thought angrily, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the ceiling. She was glad it happened in a way...But she couldn't put her finger on the reason. Suddenly Hedwig flew into the room through the supply stores door. Dropping a piece of parchment near Hermione, Hedwig landed next to her and hooted. Hermione smiled as she ran her hand over Hedwig's back gently, picking up the parchment. Hedwig flew off again and left Hermione, who was now opening the letter. "Hey Hermione, I was wondering if you're alright now...I saw Snape, he told me what happened. Snape said I can see you tomorrow...If you're up to it. Don't do anything stupid overnight, okay? Love, Harry." Hermione read softly, smiling a little. At least there was one person that cared about her.

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A/N: Weird I know, the plot is just starting!