Chapter 17
Harry sat in the Common Room after breakfast, wondering what nonsense Ron muttered when he left with Emma. You can't put dibs on a girl like that. He thought. The three of them sat there near the fire, chatting and getting to know one another. They found out she was in their year, seventh.
"Weren't you the one who defeated Voldemort?" She said. Ron flinched. Harry on the other hand was surprised. The only person he'd know to say the name with out fear was Dumbledore and himself.
"Yea I don't get that enough." Harry said sarcastically, with a roll of his eyes. Emma sat between the two boys.
"Can I see the-" Her eyes wandered to his forehead. Without waiting for and answer, she brushed away the hair that covered the scar. Her soft fingers brushed his forehead, and Harry just watched her face. Her eyes were so beautiful. "Wow" She breathed.
"Uh huh." Harry said as their eyes met. She smiled that sweet smile, and just looked at him. He broke the eye contact. Hermionie. He thought, and he felt a surge of guilt. There was something so odd about this new girl, something that intrigued Harry. He looked past her, to Ron. "Want to go visit?"
"Yea sure." Ron replied, getting up. Harry did too.
"Visit?" Emma said with curiosity. They didn't tell her.
"Our friend," Ron explained, "is very sick in the hospital wing, and we're going to visit her."
Her? Emma thought. A slight disappointment coursed through her veins. She could tell by the look in both of their eyes, that this girl was very important to them. She decided not to ask if she could tag along.
"Girls dorm is up the stairs, and first landing on the left." Harry explained, " I don't know when we'll be back. Hermionie is very sick."
"Alright," she smiled, "See you tomorrow." She waved as Harry pushed open the Fat Lady.
Harry pulled up the same chair as he sat by Hermionie's bed. "Hey." He said, knowing she couldn't hear him anyway. A few short minutes passed then Madam Pomfrey came striding in the ward toward them.
"The recovery potion took quicker than I thought. It should be ready by tomorrow around lunchtime. The two of you may come in when I give it to her." And she left. Harry and Ron were very excited.
"Do you think she'll get along with Emma?" Harry said.
"Yes." Ron replied, "If Emma is a bookworm, that'll be a bonus."
The boys left for bed about an hour later, Harry kissing her forehead gently before they left.
The next morning they met op with Emma in the great hall, where she sat the day before. Harry and Ron explained about all the teachers, and the Slytherins.
"Ugh." She grimaced as she looked over at the Slytherin table. "Nasty."
"Agreeable." Ron said.
"Well, are you ready for your first day?" Harry asked as they left the common room with their books in hand.
"I think so." She replied. Ron and Harry smiled.
The day went smoothly, except for potions. Emma turned out to be a person who spoke her mind when and where she felt like it, and to whomever she pleased. She picked the wrong teacher.
"Slime ball." She said, as Snape turned his back to walk away after insulting the potion they were making.
"Excuse me Miss Johnson?" Snape had turned back around and was staring down at Emma. She put on one of those sweet little smiles and looked up at him.
"Nothing Professor." She said innocently. Ron and Harry snorted back laughter.
"Thirty points from Gryffindor." Snape said, and walked away, but first glaring at his new student, like she was some kind of weird species. Harry could say she had her own category.
After Snape was far from them she said, "What a poor excuse for a professor." And went back to the potion, like nothing had happened. Ron and Harry just looked at each other, and then went back to the potion as well. There was definitely something different about this girl. Harry thought to himself. As they were walking out of potions, Harry realized.
"Emma," He said to her, "Ron and I will catch up with you later. We're skipping lunch today. You know the way there right?"
"Yea, I'm not a baby Harry." She said playfully.
"Just checkin'." Harry played along.
"See you." Ron said to her, as he turned the corner with Harry. They both walked as quickly as possible to the Hospital Wing. Throwing their stuff on the floor near the end of Hermionie's bed, they each took a side and Madam Pomfrey poured the liquid down her throat. Her face grew from pale back to normal, and her fingers twitched in Harry's hand. Then her brown eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Harry, and his eyes locked on her. She sighed, and looked over at Ron.
"What happened?" she asked.
"You were attacked." Ron said, "We don't know by who. We were hoping you'd know."
"I don't," She answered tiredly, "I was walking to lunch and next thing I knew there was a severe pain in my back, like I'd been hit with something." She breathed. She breathed heavily, and deeply. Madam Pomfrey helped her sit up, and Harry and Ron sat next to her. She looked at him and a smile formed on her face. Harry opened his arms and she hugged him, and Ron did the same. She sighed heavily as she let Ron go. "It feels so good to be back. How long was I out?"
"A few days." Harry answered.
"Oh my gosh, all that make up work," She put her hands on her forehead as she leaned back against her pillows, "it's going to be a nightmare." Harry smiled. Same old Hermionie. He was so happy to have her back, and he could tell Ron was too, by the smile on his face.
"Good to have you back Hermionie." Ron smiled warmly.
"Good to be back." She smiled back. Harry noticed something in her eyes and that smile she gave Ron. Harry felt a pang of jealousy. Had she ever looked at him like that? Maybe.if so, he didn't remember.
"You are allowed to go back to your dormitory tomorrow Hermionie. I need one more night to make sure you're fully recovered." The nurse said. "Okay." Hermionie agreed. She looked over at Harry, and there was again, something in her eyes.she was hiding something, and he knew it. That's what it was, she was hiding something, and she wasn't doing a very good job to hide it. Harry just glared at her. "What?" She said, in mock innocence.
"Nothing." Harry said coolly. And broke the eye contact, to look at Ron. "We should go and make sure Emma didn't get lost."
Hermionie looked curiously at Harry, a slight worry spread across her face, "Emma?"
"Yes," Harry said, almost meanly, "She's a new Gryffindor. She's in our year. Her name is Emma Johnson, and Ron and myself were showing her around Hogwarts."
"You shoulda heard what she said to Snape today." Ron said with a snigger. Hermionie looked hurt that they could so easily replace her.
"Oh." She said with a forced smile. "Well, see you tomorrow."
"Hermionie," Ron said, noticing her sad expression, "We'll be back sometime after dinner ya know." I doubt it, with that new girl around. She thought bitterly.
"Don't count on it." Harry muttered, his back turned from Hermionie.
"What was that Harry?" Ron asked.
"Nothing, lets go find Emma." Harry said grumpily.
"Okay." Ron said, raising an eyebrow to Harry's attitude. She looked at Hermionie and shrugged. "See you Soon Hermionie." He said, and left with Harry.
Hermionie sat there, alone, wondering to herself. What is going on with them? What was Harry's problem? Who's Emma? Questions and horrible thoughts whirred in her head as she ate the food Madam Pomfrey brought a few minutes after they left..
Harry sat in the Common Room after breakfast, wondering what nonsense Ron muttered when he left with Emma. You can't put dibs on a girl like that. He thought. The three of them sat there near the fire, chatting and getting to know one another. They found out she was in their year, seventh.
"Weren't you the one who defeated Voldemort?" She said. Ron flinched. Harry on the other hand was surprised. The only person he'd know to say the name with out fear was Dumbledore and himself.
"Yea I don't get that enough." Harry said sarcastically, with a roll of his eyes. Emma sat between the two boys.
"Can I see the-" Her eyes wandered to his forehead. Without waiting for and answer, she brushed away the hair that covered the scar. Her soft fingers brushed his forehead, and Harry just watched her face. Her eyes were so beautiful. "Wow" She breathed.
"Uh huh." Harry said as their eyes met. She smiled that sweet smile, and just looked at him. He broke the eye contact. Hermionie. He thought, and he felt a surge of guilt. There was something so odd about this new girl, something that intrigued Harry. He looked past her, to Ron. "Want to go visit?"
"Yea sure." Ron replied, getting up. Harry did too.
"Visit?" Emma said with curiosity. They didn't tell her.
"Our friend," Ron explained, "is very sick in the hospital wing, and we're going to visit her."
Her? Emma thought. A slight disappointment coursed through her veins. She could tell by the look in both of their eyes, that this girl was very important to them. She decided not to ask if she could tag along.
"Girls dorm is up the stairs, and first landing on the left." Harry explained, " I don't know when we'll be back. Hermionie is very sick."
"Alright," she smiled, "See you tomorrow." She waved as Harry pushed open the Fat Lady.
Harry pulled up the same chair as he sat by Hermionie's bed. "Hey." He said, knowing she couldn't hear him anyway. A few short minutes passed then Madam Pomfrey came striding in the ward toward them.
"The recovery potion took quicker than I thought. It should be ready by tomorrow around lunchtime. The two of you may come in when I give it to her." And she left. Harry and Ron were very excited.
"Do you think she'll get along with Emma?" Harry said.
"Yes." Ron replied, "If Emma is a bookworm, that'll be a bonus."
The boys left for bed about an hour later, Harry kissing her forehead gently before they left.
The next morning they met op with Emma in the great hall, where she sat the day before. Harry and Ron explained about all the teachers, and the Slytherins.
"Ugh." She grimaced as she looked over at the Slytherin table. "Nasty."
"Agreeable." Ron said.
"Well, are you ready for your first day?" Harry asked as they left the common room with their books in hand.
"I think so." She replied. Ron and Harry smiled.
The day went smoothly, except for potions. Emma turned out to be a person who spoke her mind when and where she felt like it, and to whomever she pleased. She picked the wrong teacher.
"Slime ball." She said, as Snape turned his back to walk away after insulting the potion they were making.
"Excuse me Miss Johnson?" Snape had turned back around and was staring down at Emma. She put on one of those sweet little smiles and looked up at him.
"Nothing Professor." She said innocently. Ron and Harry snorted back laughter.
"Thirty points from Gryffindor." Snape said, and walked away, but first glaring at his new student, like she was some kind of weird species. Harry could say she had her own category.
After Snape was far from them she said, "What a poor excuse for a professor." And went back to the potion, like nothing had happened. Ron and Harry just looked at each other, and then went back to the potion as well. There was definitely something different about this girl. Harry thought to himself. As they were walking out of potions, Harry realized.
"Emma," He said to her, "Ron and I will catch up with you later. We're skipping lunch today. You know the way there right?"
"Yea, I'm not a baby Harry." She said playfully.
"Just checkin'." Harry played along.
"See you." Ron said to her, as he turned the corner with Harry. They both walked as quickly as possible to the Hospital Wing. Throwing their stuff on the floor near the end of Hermionie's bed, they each took a side and Madam Pomfrey poured the liquid down her throat. Her face grew from pale back to normal, and her fingers twitched in Harry's hand. Then her brown eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Harry, and his eyes locked on her. She sighed, and looked over at Ron.
"What happened?" she asked.
"You were attacked." Ron said, "We don't know by who. We were hoping you'd know."
"I don't," She answered tiredly, "I was walking to lunch and next thing I knew there was a severe pain in my back, like I'd been hit with something." She breathed. She breathed heavily, and deeply. Madam Pomfrey helped her sit up, and Harry and Ron sat next to her. She looked at him and a smile formed on her face. Harry opened his arms and she hugged him, and Ron did the same. She sighed heavily as she let Ron go. "It feels so good to be back. How long was I out?"
"A few days." Harry answered.
"Oh my gosh, all that make up work," She put her hands on her forehead as she leaned back against her pillows, "it's going to be a nightmare." Harry smiled. Same old Hermionie. He was so happy to have her back, and he could tell Ron was too, by the smile on his face.
"Good to have you back Hermionie." Ron smiled warmly.
"Good to be back." She smiled back. Harry noticed something in her eyes and that smile she gave Ron. Harry felt a pang of jealousy. Had she ever looked at him like that? Maybe.if so, he didn't remember.
"You are allowed to go back to your dormitory tomorrow Hermionie. I need one more night to make sure you're fully recovered." The nurse said. "Okay." Hermionie agreed. She looked over at Harry, and there was again, something in her eyes.she was hiding something, and he knew it. That's what it was, she was hiding something, and she wasn't doing a very good job to hide it. Harry just glared at her. "What?" She said, in mock innocence.
"Nothing." Harry said coolly. And broke the eye contact, to look at Ron. "We should go and make sure Emma didn't get lost."
Hermionie looked curiously at Harry, a slight worry spread across her face, "Emma?"
"Yes," Harry said, almost meanly, "She's a new Gryffindor. She's in our year. Her name is Emma Johnson, and Ron and myself were showing her around Hogwarts."
"You shoulda heard what she said to Snape today." Ron said with a snigger. Hermionie looked hurt that they could so easily replace her.
"Oh." She said with a forced smile. "Well, see you tomorrow."
"Hermionie," Ron said, noticing her sad expression, "We'll be back sometime after dinner ya know." I doubt it, with that new girl around. She thought bitterly.
"Don't count on it." Harry muttered, his back turned from Hermionie.
"What was that Harry?" Ron asked.
"Nothing, lets go find Emma." Harry said grumpily.
"Okay." Ron said, raising an eyebrow to Harry's attitude. She looked at Hermionie and shrugged. "See you Soon Hermionie." He said, and left with Harry.
Hermionie sat there, alone, wondering to herself. What is going on with them? What was Harry's problem? Who's Emma? Questions and horrible thoughts whirred in her head as she ate the food Madam Pomfrey brought a few minutes after they left..