Still Thinking
Spinning quickly and tumbling into darkness, Hermione was headed for the same horrible memory in her head of the past night. She slammed her hand deep into the couch she was sitting on, bracing herself as she 'fell,' and squirmed violently. Her eyes were closed involuntarily and she was clamping them shut .A whimper escaped her mouth and ran through the empty common room.
*It wasn't true. It couldn't be. Not Harry. No.* Hermione grabbed on to the arm of the couch and held on tightly as if she were riding a roller coaster, trying not to smash the person in the seat with her. She shook her head back and forth wildly, trying desperately not to enter into her memory. Her hand had been clutching the couch so tightly that it started to shake as the muscle tired. A leg dug into the floor as she tried to stop herself from 'falling' and her whole body was now as tense as possible. Every muscle fiber she had was tight and her shaking worsened now from just her arm to every part of her. It looked like she was having a fit of palsy as she struggled.
Hot pain seared through her body and her head flew back in agony. She was unaware if she was screaming or not, but she knew she was trying. The voice she was so used to hearing, was now gone as she dropped through the clouds in her twilight zone. All she wanted to say was what she needed to believe. Her friend couldn't be gay. There was no way that Harry, Harry Potter, could be gay.
The incessant torture she was going through in her land of denial was now at it's maximum. The wind blew harshly and wickedly. It ripped at her making her hair stand on end and whirl around to knot in massive clumps. A murmur now came from deep within her. A tear ran down her face. Now it was all real. Everything seemed to be calming down in her head. The clouds stopped spinning so quickly and the wind died down some. Her hair was bigger and fluffier than ever before and was full of nothing but knotted strands. She opened her eyes slowly and tears burst out of them.
She wept and breathed very shallowly almost gasping for air as she hung over in her seat looking down at the floor. Her whole body was shaking in fear and her heart beat at an incredibly fast rate. Then BAM!
"Ahhhh!" Hermione screamed through the still of the common room. A sudden pain grasped her throat. It tightened quickly leaving Hermione unable to speak. Her hands flew to her throat to try to pry whatever it was that was choking her away. Nothing was there but it seemed that a tourniquet had been wrapped around her neck.
She was getting light-headed and extremely dizzy again. Blood seemed to be unable to reach her brain. Her oxygen seemed to have been but off too. She tried to cry but didn't have the energy. This intensified revulsion of Harry was caging and controlling her making her vulnerable to attack from her thoughts and easy to haunt. Her soul cried for understanding of what was going on. It had been so relieved just seconds before. It was like Harry wasn't gay for those few seconds.
A lone tear streamed down Hermione's face and dropped to her lap. It hit her leg and she felt the vibration. A heat rippled from the spot where it hit her and spread quickly bringing her joy and relief. She knew she shouldn't let a simple choice interfere with her friendship but she didn't care. Through her eyes he was worthless and grimy.
"I hate him," she spat. "I hate him. I hate him!" No matter how close of friends she and Harry were, or no matter all of the things she put up with, he was less than dirt in Hermione's eyes now, her beady little bird eyes, so closed to understanding and so horribly cold.
Authors note: All of you closed-minded people piss me off! One day you will see your dogmatic ways. *angry face* Accept thy brother! CONSTANT ACCEPTANCE!!!! Review it now. How did I make you feel?
Spinning quickly and tumbling into darkness, Hermione was headed for the same horrible memory in her head of the past night. She slammed her hand deep into the couch she was sitting on, bracing herself as she 'fell,' and squirmed violently. Her eyes were closed involuntarily and she was clamping them shut .A whimper escaped her mouth and ran through the empty common room.
*It wasn't true. It couldn't be. Not Harry. No.* Hermione grabbed on to the arm of the couch and held on tightly as if she were riding a roller coaster, trying not to smash the person in the seat with her. She shook her head back and forth wildly, trying desperately not to enter into her memory. Her hand had been clutching the couch so tightly that it started to shake as the muscle tired. A leg dug into the floor as she tried to stop herself from 'falling' and her whole body was now as tense as possible. Every muscle fiber she had was tight and her shaking worsened now from just her arm to every part of her. It looked like she was having a fit of palsy as she struggled.
Hot pain seared through her body and her head flew back in agony. She was unaware if she was screaming or not, but she knew she was trying. The voice she was so used to hearing, was now gone as she dropped through the clouds in her twilight zone. All she wanted to say was what she needed to believe. Her friend couldn't be gay. There was no way that Harry, Harry Potter, could be gay.
The incessant torture she was going through in her land of denial was now at it's maximum. The wind blew harshly and wickedly. It ripped at her making her hair stand on end and whirl around to knot in massive clumps. A murmur now came from deep within her. A tear ran down her face. Now it was all real. Everything seemed to be calming down in her head. The clouds stopped spinning so quickly and the wind died down some. Her hair was bigger and fluffier than ever before and was full of nothing but knotted strands. She opened her eyes slowly and tears burst out of them.
She wept and breathed very shallowly almost gasping for air as she hung over in her seat looking down at the floor. Her whole body was shaking in fear and her heart beat at an incredibly fast rate. Then BAM!
"Ahhhh!" Hermione screamed through the still of the common room. A sudden pain grasped her throat. It tightened quickly leaving Hermione unable to speak. Her hands flew to her throat to try to pry whatever it was that was choking her away. Nothing was there but it seemed that a tourniquet had been wrapped around her neck.
She was getting light-headed and extremely dizzy again. Blood seemed to be unable to reach her brain. Her oxygen seemed to have been but off too. She tried to cry but didn't have the energy. This intensified revulsion of Harry was caging and controlling her making her vulnerable to attack from her thoughts and easy to haunt. Her soul cried for understanding of what was going on. It had been so relieved just seconds before. It was like Harry wasn't gay for those few seconds.
A lone tear streamed down Hermione's face and dropped to her lap. It hit her leg and she felt the vibration. A heat rippled from the spot where it hit her and spread quickly bringing her joy and relief. She knew she shouldn't let a simple choice interfere with her friendship but she didn't care. Through her eyes he was worthless and grimy.
"I hate him," she spat. "I hate him. I hate him!" No matter how close of friends she and Harry were, or no matter all of the things she put up with, he was less than dirt in Hermione's eyes now, her beady little bird eyes, so closed to understanding and so horribly cold.
Authors note: All of you closed-minded people piss me off! One day you will see your dogmatic ways. *angry face* Accept thy brother! CONSTANT ACCEPTANCE!!!! Review it now. How did I make you feel?