Author: Jessi
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in here. JKR does.
Warnings: If you are under the age of thirteen, you shouldn't read this.
Author Note: It's really short, but I couldn't figure out any thing else to put. I wanted it to end so the next part would be a surprise. :D
This day would soon become even worse.
Although tears welled up in her eyes, none spilled onto the ground. Since she remembered her dream vividly, when Ron stood up and walked over to her she mouthed the words along with him.
"Hermione.. Do yo-.. Are y-.. Are you feeling okay?" He asked, stuttering.
She just nodded her head, afraid that if she talked she would start bawling. She was so afraid. Her heart was fluttering wildly in her chest, like a trapped butterfly frantically trying to escape. Hermione swallowed. As soon as she could feel her heart slowing down, her surroundings spun around her and she fell to the ground.
Ron had just been about to lead her to a chair when she fell. This time he didn't check her pulse, for one's soul mate would know if their love is dead. Instead he wrapped his arms around her limp lifeless body and set her down into her favorite armchair by the fire. Everyone had left, by now, for in their relief for Hermione they were either famished or exhausted. He sat down in the chair next to her, so he would be there when she came to.
Harry quietly dragged up a chair beside Ron. "What was that back there, exactly?" he asked haltingly, as if scared the answer.
"I was surprised. I thought she was dead." Ron said simply, and gazed into the fire.
"Well, I was too. But she's still human. I wouldn't want to knock her down after I thought she was dead, because that wouldn't make sense..." He broke off, looking at Ron.
Ron was now gazing at Hermione.
"Ooh. I know what's going on now." Harry said slyly.
Ron's head snapped up. "What?!" He asked, his own heart now beating rapidly.
They both stared at each other for a few moments, Harry with a bemused look, Ron shooting darts at Harry.
There was a stirring beside them. Harry grinned ear to ear and pointed to Hermione. "She's awake, Lover Boy."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in here. JKR does.
Warnings: If you are under the age of thirteen, you shouldn't read this.
Author Note: It's really short, but I couldn't figure out any thing else to put. I wanted it to end so the next part would be a surprise. :D
This day would soon become even worse.
Although tears welled up in her eyes, none spilled onto the ground. Since she remembered her dream vividly, when Ron stood up and walked over to her she mouthed the words along with him.
"Hermione.. Do yo-.. Are y-.. Are you feeling okay?" He asked, stuttering.
She just nodded her head, afraid that if she talked she would start bawling. She was so afraid. Her heart was fluttering wildly in her chest, like a trapped butterfly frantically trying to escape. Hermione swallowed. As soon as she could feel her heart slowing down, her surroundings spun around her and she fell to the ground.
Ron had just been about to lead her to a chair when she fell. This time he didn't check her pulse, for one's soul mate would know if their love is dead. Instead he wrapped his arms around her limp lifeless body and set her down into her favorite armchair by the fire. Everyone had left, by now, for in their relief for Hermione they were either famished or exhausted. He sat down in the chair next to her, so he would be there when she came to.
Harry quietly dragged up a chair beside Ron. "What was that back there, exactly?" he asked haltingly, as if scared the answer.
"I was surprised. I thought she was dead." Ron said simply, and gazed into the fire.
"Well, I was too. But she's still human. I wouldn't want to knock her down after I thought she was dead, because that wouldn't make sense..." He broke off, looking at Ron.
Ron was now gazing at Hermione.
"Ooh. I know what's going on now." Harry said slyly.
Ron's head snapped up. "What?!" He asked, his own heart now beating rapidly.
They both stared at each other for a few moments, Harry with a bemused look, Ron shooting darts at Harry.
There was a stirring beside them. Harry grinned ear to ear and pointed to Hermione. "She's awake, Lover Boy."
