The Hospital Wing
"No, I don't want to lay here!" screamed Hermione. "Let me go!" as she whipped out her wand from her pocket.
"Now, dear, lie down," Madame Pompfrey begged with a slight look of panic on her face. "Everything will be fine in just a little –"
"NO! I – want – to LEAVE!" Hermione was enraged. Her anger and fury seeped through her skin, sending wisps of energy to everyone near her. Of course, no one wanted to stand too close. Harry, Ron, and McGonagall were backed away from the ranting girl while Madame Pompfrey tried to reason with her.
"Now, Hermione? What has gotten into you?" Madame Pompfrey questioned shakily. Hermione's head snapped around viciously to look at Harry. His stomach had just dropped out of his body and left him to die, alone, and cold. Her bitter wand-bearing hand rose to meet his eyes. They grew large and afraid. Hermione wouldn't – hurt him would she? She hadn't purposely done damage to him before now, but something was very, very different about her now.
"Her-Hermione, wha-what are you – doing?" His voice was feeble and weak and his eyes blinked rapidly.
"Petrificus totalus!" Ron shouted as he, too, had snapped out his wand to stop Hermione from any possible attack she might do. Everyone starred as Hermione fell backwards onto the bed.
"Finally," Madame Pompfrey said. "Now I can get this potion in her," she joked. Rolling her eyes, she walked toward a small table beside the bed. Everyone else's eyes were on Ron, Harry's full of appreciation, McGonagall's, surprise.
Ron looked back and forth from each of them with a curious look. "Well someone had to do it. I wasn't going to let her hurt my mate, here."He looked over at Harry approvingly and grinned. "She's got a lot of hexes and curses up her sleeve." Harry couldn't smile. He was cold, wet, hungry, and he was almost attacked by one of his best friends who had a wicked hate in her eyes that he'd never seen before. His confusion was great and it made him slightly dizzy. Of course he thought that was the effect from the 'world' he had entered earlier that hadn't yet, worn off. What the Hell had he done to her? He'd said good-bye to her before he went to Quidditch practice so he couldn't be mad at her for that. She seemed fine then. His eyes turned to Madame Pompfrey.
She had now situated Hermione on the bed properly and was turned to the table again, mixing a small cup of red liquid with a spoon as Hermione's eyes tried in vain to move to where she could glare at Harry. He moved nervously left, trying to make sure she couldn't stare him to death. Professor McGonagall saw Harry's difficult circumstance, and decided to cut him some slack. After all, he was Gryffindor's prized Seeker.
"Potter, Weasley, I think you two had better be off to bed," she said shaking her head uneasily, yet trying not to show her stress.
"Right, Professor," said Ron. Harry was too unnerved to speak much more. "We'll go now. Er . . . bye, Hermione." His voice trailed off quickly as he said his farewells to her. Both of them left hastily, each trying to reach the door before the other like the marathon tape. Harry won. But then again, didn't he always?
The door was a solid mass separating them, from freedom, a large obstacle in their way to safety. Harry's delicate hands pushed against it as he thrust his shoulder into it, knocking the door open much more quickly than was polite, but it was the speed at which he liked it best. The faster they were away from psycho Hermione, the better.
Stumbling out into the corridors, Harry and Ron burst out into a run. They realized that they were running almost as quickly as they had begun and abruptly stopped and felt foolish. They weren't going to be harmed. They were in Gryffindor for Pete's sake. Why were they afraid of Hermione?
"What's with her?" Ron asked as he rubbed his head.
"Oh, I don't know what you mean. I think Hermione's acting perfectly normal," Harry said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "Apart from wanting to kill me, you mean? I dunno. I wish she'd...stop though. What did I ever do to her?" Ron shrugged. "It's like it was a whole different Hermione"
"Personally, I think she's gone mad."
"Mad? Tosh. Probably all of the extra credit she's studying for. I've never understood why she would want to do so much for *Snape.*"
"I wouldn't."
"Can't blame you."
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"No, I don't want to lay here!" screamed Hermione. "Let me go!" as she whipped out her wand from her pocket.
"Now, dear, lie down," Madame Pompfrey begged with a slight look of panic on her face. "Everything will be fine in just a little –"
"NO! I – want – to LEAVE!" Hermione was enraged. Her anger and fury seeped through her skin, sending wisps of energy to everyone near her. Of course, no one wanted to stand too close. Harry, Ron, and McGonagall were backed away from the ranting girl while Madame Pompfrey tried to reason with her.
"Now, Hermione? What has gotten into you?" Madame Pompfrey questioned shakily. Hermione's head snapped around viciously to look at Harry. His stomach had just dropped out of his body and left him to die, alone, and cold. Her bitter wand-bearing hand rose to meet his eyes. They grew large and afraid. Hermione wouldn't – hurt him would she? She hadn't purposely done damage to him before now, but something was very, very different about her now.
"Her-Hermione, wha-what are you – doing?" His voice was feeble and weak and his eyes blinked rapidly.
"Petrificus totalus!" Ron shouted as he, too, had snapped out his wand to stop Hermione from any possible attack she might do. Everyone starred as Hermione fell backwards onto the bed.
"Finally," Madame Pompfrey said. "Now I can get this potion in her," she joked. Rolling her eyes, she walked toward a small table beside the bed. Everyone else's eyes were on Ron, Harry's full of appreciation, McGonagall's, surprise.
Ron looked back and forth from each of them with a curious look. "Well someone had to do it. I wasn't going to let her hurt my mate, here."He looked over at Harry approvingly and grinned. "She's got a lot of hexes and curses up her sleeve." Harry couldn't smile. He was cold, wet, hungry, and he was almost attacked by one of his best friends who had a wicked hate in her eyes that he'd never seen before. His confusion was great and it made him slightly dizzy. Of course he thought that was the effect from the 'world' he had entered earlier that hadn't yet, worn off. What the Hell had he done to her? He'd said good-bye to her before he went to Quidditch practice so he couldn't be mad at her for that. She seemed fine then. His eyes turned to Madame Pompfrey.
She had now situated Hermione on the bed properly and was turned to the table again, mixing a small cup of red liquid with a spoon as Hermione's eyes tried in vain to move to where she could glare at Harry. He moved nervously left, trying to make sure she couldn't stare him to death. Professor McGonagall saw Harry's difficult circumstance, and decided to cut him some slack. After all, he was Gryffindor's prized Seeker.
"Potter, Weasley, I think you two had better be off to bed," she said shaking her head uneasily, yet trying not to show her stress.
"Right, Professor," said Ron. Harry was too unnerved to speak much more. "We'll go now. Er . . . bye, Hermione." His voice trailed off quickly as he said his farewells to her. Both of them left hastily, each trying to reach the door before the other like the marathon tape. Harry won. But then again, didn't he always?
The door was a solid mass separating them, from freedom, a large obstacle in their way to safety. Harry's delicate hands pushed against it as he thrust his shoulder into it, knocking the door open much more quickly than was polite, but it was the speed at which he liked it best. The faster they were away from psycho Hermione, the better.
Stumbling out into the corridors, Harry and Ron burst out into a run. They realized that they were running almost as quickly as they had begun and abruptly stopped and felt foolish. They weren't going to be harmed. They were in Gryffindor for Pete's sake. Why were they afraid of Hermione?
"What's with her?" Ron asked as he rubbed his head.
"Oh, I don't know what you mean. I think Hermione's acting perfectly normal," Harry said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "Apart from wanting to kill me, you mean? I dunno. I wish she'd...stop though. What did I ever do to her?" Ron shrugged. "It's like it was a whole different Hermione"
"Personally, I think she's gone mad."
"Mad? Tosh. Probably all of the extra credit she's studying for. I've never understood why she would want to do so much for *Snape.*"
"I wouldn't."
"Can't blame you."
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