A/N: oh, you people like this, you really do! :D
A SPECIAL SPECIAL SPECIAL thanks to AMK, Little Miss Lena, joani, lime green lion, Romm, the person who I know there is another one but I can't see his/her review, and anybody else I missed!
Oh, and I don't own HP. ^_^ this is a SB/HG fic, I think. I'm not quite sure, but I'm very certain it is. You'll be very certain after the next chapter, too!
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When Our Heroine woke up again, she was laying in a bed.
Upon further inspection, she found she was lying in a bed in the hospital wing. It looked like Madame Pomfrey had been doing some redecorating since the last time she had been there.
When she turned her head the other way on the pillow, she started and almost screamed.
A kid (around her age, maybe a little older) was sitting there, peering down at her with a shrewd look in his eyes. How very unnerving.
"Who are you?"
"The kid you tried to choke a few hours ago."
Choke? Hours? She squinted at him, pursing her lips. "I don't know what you're talking about." She decided carefully at last.
He gave an impatient sigh. "You'd better not have amnesia. Okay, from the beginning, my point of view; I'm walking with my friends to my next-to-last class, when I hear some girl screaming really loud. As does everybody else. So I lean out over the stairs and look up, just like everybody else, and see a girl that's all bloody falling. She opens her eyes, chokes me, then takes a potion to make her stop bleeding and passes out."
Nothing rang a bell. She stared at him blankly.
He sighed again, than began speaking again, as though to a cute yet very dull child. "You get pushed, or so I can guess, and fall screaming. You open your eyes, reach out, and grab me around the neck. I can't hold you, AS THE PREVIOUS ACTION WAS UNEXPECTED, and we both start falling, but luckily, a dear friend was next to me, and managed to grab my shoe. Of course, this previous action being UNEXPECTED, I kick him, and all three of us starts to fall. I think my friend might've knocked into another friend, because he grabs him around the ankles and goes tumbling too. Until my final and third friend grabs his foot, and manages NOT to fall. He's pretty strong, and smart too. So he starts shouting for a teacher, while keeping us from killing ourselves, while the guy he's got starts wailing about getting killed and going to die, and the friend that's got me is trying to get you off my neck without dropping us at the same time, whereas you decided to choke me with your knees too, and we finally get rescued by a teacher. And all YOU can do is choke the living hell out of me and sob on about being pushed and then you're all bleeding all over me, and I've already missed the first part of my class by now, then you finally let go, AFTER breaking my air passage or doing something to make me NOT breathe. So I get dragged in here too, and here we are."
She stared at him blankly again. He stared right back
"And..." she said finally, after a very long moment of glaring.... Staring. "You've been sitting there staring at me for how long?"
"About a minute now. I've only just been allowed to get up."
"And /why/ are you staring at me?"
"To wake you up. It works with a friend of mine, and apparently it works with you too."
"You can't wake people up by simply staring at them," she retorted haughtily, breaking her gaze to the ceiling. "Why would you want to wake me up?"
"A couple of things," he said casually. "The first is to thank you for almost killing me. I got to miss my last classes, which are my least favorite I might add. The second is to ask you why you were falling in the first place."
"Oh." Why HAD she been falling? Must remember, must remember, must re................... "HE PUSHED ME!!!" Hermione howled, on her feet in a matter of seconds. "HE PUSHED ME, HE TRIED TO KILL ME!!!"
"Yes, I am well aware of that fact, you told the entire school before." He insisted. "Sit down before you hurt yourself again."
She gave him a shrewd look, but all the same sat down on the bed again. Then threw the covers back over herself and settled where nobody could see her and she couldn't see anybody else. She'd only sat down because she'd begun to feel dizzy, and she'd only just hidden herself because she wasn't wearing... much.
He jerked the blankets off her head. "Who pushed you? I'll push him if his initials are S.S."
"Who are you?"
"Moi? You don't know who I am?"
"No....... should I?"
Yeah, he looked familiar, but she'd never met him before. Dark eyes deprived of color, black hair falling in his eyes, tall... nothing else familiar.
"And what may your name be, Ms. I-got-pushed-off-the-stairs-and-tried-to- choke-the-prettiest-boy-in-school?" he asked finally after a moment.
"Hermione. Weren't you going to tell me YOUR name?"
"Everybody knows it." He snapped, looking quite aghast that there was actually somebody in the world that had never heard of him before.
"Well then, I'm obviously not 'everybody'."
"Sirius."
"Oh."
"You DO know, at the least, a guy named 'Sirius Black' don't you?"
"Well, yes I do. Doesn't everybody know about him?"
He fell over.
"Yeah, well," he said, getting back into his seat looking a bit flustered. "I'm him. But I have never heard of some girl called 'Hermione' if you please, and I really don't care, just tell me who pushed you."
"Si- Sirius?" she stuttered. "But, no wait, that's... you're playing a sick joke, you are!"
"EXCUSE ME?" the would-be-Sirius snarled, jerking to his feet. He looked ready to strangle somebody, seemed to run this thought through his mind more than once, then sat down again, calm, cool, and collected. "We'll talk about that later. Who pushed you?"
"You can't be him! That's not possible! That's just, just, that's not possible!"
"TELL ME WHO FREAKING PUSHED YOU AND WE'LL TALK ABOUT MY NAME!"
"MALFOY DID YOU BASTARD, NOW TELL ME YOUR REAL NAME!"
"THAT IS MY REAL NAME!"
"NO IT ISN'T!"
"YES IT IS!"
"NO IT ISN'T!"
"YES IT - oh, hell, I don't have time to argue with some demented girl." He stood up and sniffed, jerking his head to the side to get his bangs out of his eyes. "I don't like you." That seemed to be an insult in his opinion, because he turned on his heel and started to march out.
Hermione wouldn't have any of that.
Forgetting that she was just in a pair of shorts and a hospital gown, she jumped to her (bare) feet and shot after him, catching up at the door and blocking his way out.
"I want to know your real name this instant." She snapped, pushing him backwards. "Right now."
"I want to know how you let yourself get pushed off a stairway by a blond first year."
"I said I want your real - first year?"
He put both hands on her shoulders and guided her back to her hospital bed, speaking in a low soothing voice.
"There, there. You'll be in your right mind in no time, once what's-her- name gets back from the dungeons. Now you just lay down here, that a girl, and just go to sleep. You'll be fine." By the time he finished his speech, Hermione was sitting on her bed again, he was backing out, and Madame Pomfrey was walking in with another student. It was then that Hermione realized that before, she and "Sirius" had been the nly ones in the big room. All the other beds were empty.
"Did I say you could get back out of bed? Get!" so, he was in the bed next to her now.
She tended to the kid with her's wrist, then sent him out. After that was done, she gave the boy a glare, then stood over Hermione.
"Are you alright, now, dear?"
"Other than what I'm hearing so far is freaking me out? Yeah, I'm fine. How long was I out? How many classes did I miss? Oh, if I missed Charms I'm gonna be in so much trouble..." Hermione groaned softly.
"I'm afraid it's almost dinner time, dear. You've missed all of the afternoon's classes."
"Oh no."
"If I understand, there wasn't much homework, and it's the weekend, so you'll be fine in that aspect. Now, hold still, let me see your shoulder. Does this hurt?"
"No."
"How about this?"
"No."
"And this?"
"Nope."
"Okay, then." The healer stepped back and dropped Hermione's arm. "Are you hurt any where else other than those scratches on your hands?"
Hermione looked at her hands and the fading cuts.
"No, I'm fine everywhere else."
"Alright, then. Now, I understand you were pushed off the stairs?"
"Yes I was, by Malfoy."
"Is that so? I'll have to mention something to the headmaster. Why did he push you?"
"I was late for class, and I told him to stop deliberately blocking my way. When he didn't, I feigned going one way, then went the other, and he pushed me."
"That's it?" Pomfrey asked. "You didn't aggravate him any more?"
"Well, I called him a blond oaf if that's what you mean." Guilt welled up inside. But Hermione wasn't about to lie to the teacher.
"Okay, dear. And may I ask your name?"
"But," she stared at her disbelievingly. "You already know my name."
"I'm afraid I don't, dear, we must not have met before now. And what a sweet angel you are, to not be getting hurt at all." She threw a look in the imposter boy's direction. He grinned cheekily.
"I'm Hermione."
"Miss Hermione...?"
"Granger."
"Okay, Miss Granger. What year are you in?"
"Fifth. Erm, did you get your hair done?"
"No, not recently."
"Ah. Well, it looks nice."
"Oh, why thank you."
It was true. The once-gray-flecked hair now had very little gray in it, and had more body. For lack of better word. She even looked younger... wasn't that a surprise?
A SPECIAL SPECIAL SPECIAL thanks to AMK, Little Miss Lena, joani, lime green lion, Romm, the person who I know there is another one but I can't see his/her review, and anybody else I missed!
Oh, and I don't own HP. ^_^ this is a SB/HG fic, I think. I'm not quite sure, but I'm very certain it is. You'll be very certain after the next chapter, too!
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When Our Heroine woke up again, she was laying in a bed.
Upon further inspection, she found she was lying in a bed in the hospital wing. It looked like Madame Pomfrey had been doing some redecorating since the last time she had been there.
When she turned her head the other way on the pillow, she started and almost screamed.
A kid (around her age, maybe a little older) was sitting there, peering down at her with a shrewd look in his eyes. How very unnerving.
"Who are you?"
"The kid you tried to choke a few hours ago."
Choke? Hours? She squinted at him, pursing her lips. "I don't know what you're talking about." She decided carefully at last.
He gave an impatient sigh. "You'd better not have amnesia. Okay, from the beginning, my point of view; I'm walking with my friends to my next-to-last class, when I hear some girl screaming really loud. As does everybody else. So I lean out over the stairs and look up, just like everybody else, and see a girl that's all bloody falling. She opens her eyes, chokes me, then takes a potion to make her stop bleeding and passes out."
Nothing rang a bell. She stared at him blankly.
He sighed again, than began speaking again, as though to a cute yet very dull child. "You get pushed, or so I can guess, and fall screaming. You open your eyes, reach out, and grab me around the neck. I can't hold you, AS THE PREVIOUS ACTION WAS UNEXPECTED, and we both start falling, but luckily, a dear friend was next to me, and managed to grab my shoe. Of course, this previous action being UNEXPECTED, I kick him, and all three of us starts to fall. I think my friend might've knocked into another friend, because he grabs him around the ankles and goes tumbling too. Until my final and third friend grabs his foot, and manages NOT to fall. He's pretty strong, and smart too. So he starts shouting for a teacher, while keeping us from killing ourselves, while the guy he's got starts wailing about getting killed and going to die, and the friend that's got me is trying to get you off my neck without dropping us at the same time, whereas you decided to choke me with your knees too, and we finally get rescued by a teacher. And all YOU can do is choke the living hell out of me and sob on about being pushed and then you're all bleeding all over me, and I've already missed the first part of my class by now, then you finally let go, AFTER breaking my air passage or doing something to make me NOT breathe. So I get dragged in here too, and here we are."
She stared at him blankly again. He stared right back
"And..." she said finally, after a very long moment of glaring.... Staring. "You've been sitting there staring at me for how long?"
"About a minute now. I've only just been allowed to get up."
"And /why/ are you staring at me?"
"To wake you up. It works with a friend of mine, and apparently it works with you too."
"You can't wake people up by simply staring at them," she retorted haughtily, breaking her gaze to the ceiling. "Why would you want to wake me up?"
"A couple of things," he said casually. "The first is to thank you for almost killing me. I got to miss my last classes, which are my least favorite I might add. The second is to ask you why you were falling in the first place."
"Oh." Why HAD she been falling? Must remember, must remember, must re................... "HE PUSHED ME!!!" Hermione howled, on her feet in a matter of seconds. "HE PUSHED ME, HE TRIED TO KILL ME!!!"
"Yes, I am well aware of that fact, you told the entire school before." He insisted. "Sit down before you hurt yourself again."
She gave him a shrewd look, but all the same sat down on the bed again. Then threw the covers back over herself and settled where nobody could see her and she couldn't see anybody else. She'd only sat down because she'd begun to feel dizzy, and she'd only just hidden herself because she wasn't wearing... much.
He jerked the blankets off her head. "Who pushed you? I'll push him if his initials are S.S."
"Who are you?"
"Moi? You don't know who I am?"
"No....... should I?"
Yeah, he looked familiar, but she'd never met him before. Dark eyes deprived of color, black hair falling in his eyes, tall... nothing else familiar.
"And what may your name be, Ms. I-got-pushed-off-the-stairs-and-tried-to- choke-the-prettiest-boy-in-school?" he asked finally after a moment.
"Hermione. Weren't you going to tell me YOUR name?"
"Everybody knows it." He snapped, looking quite aghast that there was actually somebody in the world that had never heard of him before.
"Well then, I'm obviously not 'everybody'."
"Sirius."
"Oh."
"You DO know, at the least, a guy named 'Sirius Black' don't you?"
"Well, yes I do. Doesn't everybody know about him?"
He fell over.
"Yeah, well," he said, getting back into his seat looking a bit flustered. "I'm him. But I have never heard of some girl called 'Hermione' if you please, and I really don't care, just tell me who pushed you."
"Si- Sirius?" she stuttered. "But, no wait, that's... you're playing a sick joke, you are!"
"EXCUSE ME?" the would-be-Sirius snarled, jerking to his feet. He looked ready to strangle somebody, seemed to run this thought through his mind more than once, then sat down again, calm, cool, and collected. "We'll talk about that later. Who pushed you?"
"You can't be him! That's not possible! That's just, just, that's not possible!"
"TELL ME WHO FREAKING PUSHED YOU AND WE'LL TALK ABOUT MY NAME!"
"MALFOY DID YOU BASTARD, NOW TELL ME YOUR REAL NAME!"
"THAT IS MY REAL NAME!"
"NO IT ISN'T!"
"YES IT IS!"
"NO IT ISN'T!"
"YES IT - oh, hell, I don't have time to argue with some demented girl." He stood up and sniffed, jerking his head to the side to get his bangs out of his eyes. "I don't like you." That seemed to be an insult in his opinion, because he turned on his heel and started to march out.
Hermione wouldn't have any of that.
Forgetting that she was just in a pair of shorts and a hospital gown, she jumped to her (bare) feet and shot after him, catching up at the door and blocking his way out.
"I want to know your real name this instant." She snapped, pushing him backwards. "Right now."
"I want to know how you let yourself get pushed off a stairway by a blond first year."
"I said I want your real - first year?"
He put both hands on her shoulders and guided her back to her hospital bed, speaking in a low soothing voice.
"There, there. You'll be in your right mind in no time, once what's-her- name gets back from the dungeons. Now you just lay down here, that a girl, and just go to sleep. You'll be fine." By the time he finished his speech, Hermione was sitting on her bed again, he was backing out, and Madame Pomfrey was walking in with another student. It was then that Hermione realized that before, she and "Sirius" had been the nly ones in the big room. All the other beds were empty.
"Did I say you could get back out of bed? Get!" so, he was in the bed next to her now.
She tended to the kid with her's wrist, then sent him out. After that was done, she gave the boy a glare, then stood over Hermione.
"Are you alright, now, dear?"
"Other than what I'm hearing so far is freaking me out? Yeah, I'm fine. How long was I out? How many classes did I miss? Oh, if I missed Charms I'm gonna be in so much trouble..." Hermione groaned softly.
"I'm afraid it's almost dinner time, dear. You've missed all of the afternoon's classes."
"Oh no."
"If I understand, there wasn't much homework, and it's the weekend, so you'll be fine in that aspect. Now, hold still, let me see your shoulder. Does this hurt?"
"No."
"How about this?"
"No."
"And this?"
"Nope."
"Okay, then." The healer stepped back and dropped Hermione's arm. "Are you hurt any where else other than those scratches on your hands?"
Hermione looked at her hands and the fading cuts.
"No, I'm fine everywhere else."
"Alright, then. Now, I understand you were pushed off the stairs?"
"Yes I was, by Malfoy."
"Is that so? I'll have to mention something to the headmaster. Why did he push you?"
"I was late for class, and I told him to stop deliberately blocking my way. When he didn't, I feigned going one way, then went the other, and he pushed me."
"That's it?" Pomfrey asked. "You didn't aggravate him any more?"
"Well, I called him a blond oaf if that's what you mean." Guilt welled up inside. But Hermione wasn't about to lie to the teacher.
"Okay, dear. And may I ask your name?"
"But," she stared at her disbelievingly. "You already know my name."
"I'm afraid I don't, dear, we must not have met before now. And what a sweet angel you are, to not be getting hurt at all." She threw a look in the imposter boy's direction. He grinned cheekily.
"I'm Hermione."
"Miss Hermione...?"
"Granger."
"Okay, Miss Granger. What year are you in?"
"Fifth. Erm, did you get your hair done?"
"No, not recently."
"Ah. Well, it looks nice."
"Oh, why thank you."
It was true. The once-gray-flecked hair now had very little gray in it, and had more body. For lack of better word. She even looked younger... wasn't that a surprise?