CHAPTER 3
As soon as potions class was over Harry and Ron headed out of the dungeons straight to the infirmary. Harry glanced over his shoulder at Ron, a small crease on his forehead. "I wonder what is the matter with Hermione? She was acting weird in potions today, but she wasn't like herself yesterday either, she has been very quiet. It almost seems like she is mad at me, for some reason." He shook his head, confused.
"Maybe she is just sick," said Ron, "She did look terribly pale." Ron was trying not to think about what had happened in the carriage. He wasn't sure whether he should tell Harry or not. He didn't believe that Hermione was just sick, there was something more then that wrong. Reaching the infirmary they paused a moment to catch their breath. Harry stepped forward and quietly pushed open the door and Madame Pomfrey came bustling over, wiping her hands on her apron.
"All right, who's injured now?" She inquired of the two boys standing inside the doorway. "You both look perfectly fine to me."
"No one is injured, we are just here to see Hermione."
Madame Pomfrey looked puzzled, and then suspicious as she glared at the boys, "Hermione you say? Well no, she isn't here; I haven't seen her in here since the last time she came to visit the two of you. Never injures herself that one, you're always the ones getting hurt." Realizing she was getting off track she asked, "is there a reason that she should have been here?"
"Umm.." Ron looked beseechingly at Harry.
"No she shouldn't be here, and we thought that maybe she was here, I mean you never know. We just thought she might have injured herself. We couldn't find her, she was probably up in dorm or something."
Squinting at the two of them Madame Pomfrey spoke, "If there is anything wrong you know that all you have to do is-"
"No, no were fine, thank-you," said Harry backing away as Ron nodded in agreement. Back in the hallway they looked at each other in shock. "Does this mean that Hermione was.skipping class."
Ron just shrugged, again thinking of the incident on the carriage. Trying to decide if he cared more about finding out was wrong with Hermione or being hexed by her he headed towards the common room. Harry and Ron stepped through the hole into the room but saw that it was completely full. They looked around for a full minute before they were convinced that their friend was not present. Harry sighed and fell down on to a couch, and Ron sat down beside him.
"She must be in her dorm," Harry hissed.
Ron turned a very dark shade of red; " I am not going to the girls dorm."
Sighing again Harry gave Ron an exasperated look, "Oh come on Ron, it is just their dorm. For some reason I highly doubt that they are running around naked up there." Harry gave a little smile as though he only wished that they were.
"No but there could be like stuff hanging around.like underwear." Ron's voice went very quiet at the word underwear. "Oh come on, you are seventeen, not ten, I'm sure you have seen underwear before," Harry grabbed Ron's arm and tugged him along behind him up the stairs. Behind him Ron was protesting about how he had seen underwear, but not Hermione's and how he really didn't want to. Stepping into the girls dorm they saw only one of the beds had its curtains pulled closed and assumed that it was Hermione's. "She must be asleep, let's look around," Harry walked over to Hermione's desk.
"What if she wakes up and finds us here?" inquired Ron, his voice wavering slightly. He kept glancing nervously at the four poster bed and flinched visibly as he saw a bra on the floor beside it.
"Harry turned to Ron, his eyes wide, "I don't think she will," he held out what he had found. An almost empty bottle of sleeping pills. Ron didn't say anything, it was too late to tell Harry about the carriage now, because Harry would wonder why he hadn't told him before. Turning away he began to look through the rest of her stuff but twenty minutes later the sleeping pills were all that they had found.
Ron looked up at Harry, he was sitting on one of the other girl's beds. "We should probably go before someone comes up and finds us here." "I suppose," Harry nodded, but he didn't want to go, as they left he looked back at Hermione's area, certain there must have been something they had missed.
At dinner they made excuses for Hermione, saying that she just had a slight cold and should be better in the morning. Neither of them ate much and they kept looking at each other, their worry reflected in each other's eyes. Neither of the boys ate much and they quickly left the great hall and went up to their dorm.
Lying down on their beds they sat in a comfortable silence, each deep in their own thoughts for a little while. "Why was I the only one to survive?" asked Harry finally breaking the silence, "So many people were taken and I was the only one who was rescued."
Ron cleared his throat; they had stayed off of this topic ever since it had happened. "I guess, you're important, because of the prophecy and everything. They can't risk loosing you, Harry. I know you won't talk about what happened in there but I know it was horrible. You should talk to Dumbledore or something, I can't answer any of your questions. I'm glad they rescued you, but I still don't know why they did save you and no one else." He closed his eyes, "I'm just glad Hermione wasn't taken, because if she had been taken and hadn't been rescued-"Ron broke off but Harry knew what he was thinking. If Hermione had been taken at the dance and she had died, Ron might have found it hard to be around Harry. Harry already found it hard to be around himself, he sighed and rolled over, he was done talking, he didn't know what was wrong with Hermione, but he didn't want to talk about it. He just wanted to sleep.
"Good night Ron." He fell asleep before he was even sure whether Ron had heard him or not.
As soon as potions class was over Harry and Ron headed out of the dungeons straight to the infirmary. Harry glanced over his shoulder at Ron, a small crease on his forehead. "I wonder what is the matter with Hermione? She was acting weird in potions today, but she wasn't like herself yesterday either, she has been very quiet. It almost seems like she is mad at me, for some reason." He shook his head, confused.
"Maybe she is just sick," said Ron, "She did look terribly pale." Ron was trying not to think about what had happened in the carriage. He wasn't sure whether he should tell Harry or not. He didn't believe that Hermione was just sick, there was something more then that wrong. Reaching the infirmary they paused a moment to catch their breath. Harry stepped forward and quietly pushed open the door and Madame Pomfrey came bustling over, wiping her hands on her apron.
"All right, who's injured now?" She inquired of the two boys standing inside the doorway. "You both look perfectly fine to me."
"No one is injured, we are just here to see Hermione."
Madame Pomfrey looked puzzled, and then suspicious as she glared at the boys, "Hermione you say? Well no, she isn't here; I haven't seen her in here since the last time she came to visit the two of you. Never injures herself that one, you're always the ones getting hurt." Realizing she was getting off track she asked, "is there a reason that she should have been here?"
"Umm.." Ron looked beseechingly at Harry.
"No she shouldn't be here, and we thought that maybe she was here, I mean you never know. We just thought she might have injured herself. We couldn't find her, she was probably up in dorm or something."
Squinting at the two of them Madame Pomfrey spoke, "If there is anything wrong you know that all you have to do is-"
"No, no were fine, thank-you," said Harry backing away as Ron nodded in agreement. Back in the hallway they looked at each other in shock. "Does this mean that Hermione was.skipping class."
Ron just shrugged, again thinking of the incident on the carriage. Trying to decide if he cared more about finding out was wrong with Hermione or being hexed by her he headed towards the common room. Harry and Ron stepped through the hole into the room but saw that it was completely full. They looked around for a full minute before they were convinced that their friend was not present. Harry sighed and fell down on to a couch, and Ron sat down beside him.
"She must be in her dorm," Harry hissed.
Ron turned a very dark shade of red; " I am not going to the girls dorm."
Sighing again Harry gave Ron an exasperated look, "Oh come on Ron, it is just their dorm. For some reason I highly doubt that they are running around naked up there." Harry gave a little smile as though he only wished that they were.
"No but there could be like stuff hanging around.like underwear." Ron's voice went very quiet at the word underwear. "Oh come on, you are seventeen, not ten, I'm sure you have seen underwear before," Harry grabbed Ron's arm and tugged him along behind him up the stairs. Behind him Ron was protesting about how he had seen underwear, but not Hermione's and how he really didn't want to. Stepping into the girls dorm they saw only one of the beds had its curtains pulled closed and assumed that it was Hermione's. "She must be asleep, let's look around," Harry walked over to Hermione's desk.
"What if she wakes up and finds us here?" inquired Ron, his voice wavering slightly. He kept glancing nervously at the four poster bed and flinched visibly as he saw a bra on the floor beside it.
"Harry turned to Ron, his eyes wide, "I don't think she will," he held out what he had found. An almost empty bottle of sleeping pills. Ron didn't say anything, it was too late to tell Harry about the carriage now, because Harry would wonder why he hadn't told him before. Turning away he began to look through the rest of her stuff but twenty minutes later the sleeping pills were all that they had found.
Ron looked up at Harry, he was sitting on one of the other girl's beds. "We should probably go before someone comes up and finds us here." "I suppose," Harry nodded, but he didn't want to go, as they left he looked back at Hermione's area, certain there must have been something they had missed.
At dinner they made excuses for Hermione, saying that she just had a slight cold and should be better in the morning. Neither of them ate much and they kept looking at each other, their worry reflected in each other's eyes. Neither of the boys ate much and they quickly left the great hall and went up to their dorm.
Lying down on their beds they sat in a comfortable silence, each deep in their own thoughts for a little while. "Why was I the only one to survive?" asked Harry finally breaking the silence, "So many people were taken and I was the only one who was rescued."
Ron cleared his throat; they had stayed off of this topic ever since it had happened. "I guess, you're important, because of the prophecy and everything. They can't risk loosing you, Harry. I know you won't talk about what happened in there but I know it was horrible. You should talk to Dumbledore or something, I can't answer any of your questions. I'm glad they rescued you, but I still don't know why they did save you and no one else." He closed his eyes, "I'm just glad Hermione wasn't taken, because if she had been taken and hadn't been rescued-"Ron broke off but Harry knew what he was thinking. If Hermione had been taken at the dance and she had died, Ron might have found it hard to be around Harry. Harry already found it hard to be around himself, he sighed and rolled over, he was done talking, he didn't know what was wrong with Hermione, but he didn't want to talk about it. He just wanted to sleep.
"Good night Ron." He fell asleep before he was even sure whether Ron had heard him or not.
