I'm sorry I haven't updated in such a while. I've been so busy. Plus truth
be told I don't want to finish this story so soon. I was having so much fun
writing it. But that's where my idea comes in. I'm going to make a sequel
to this story. Yay. Anyway enjoy and please review, come on I know you want
to.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters for Harry Potter, that honour goes to J.K. ROWLING.
Chapter 12
1 week later
Hermione lay in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Hermione been the most severely hurt, and still lay in a resting sleep. Ron's injuries had already healed and Madam Pomfrey had told him to leave. A very resistant Ron had eventually left Hermione side, when he was promised he could visit at any hour that pleased him.
Harry and Ron walked down the corridors leading to Divination. Climbing up the north tower, they were met by the same rope ladder that permitted their entrance each lesson. Harry climbed up the rope ladder closely followed by Ron.
The class had already started their lesson.
The 'leech' as Ron and Harry had come to call Professor Trelawney, turned and looked at them.
"Boys, boys why are you so late to my lesson?" she asked.
Ron turned to Harry and smiled.
"Shouldn't you already know?" Ron questioned.
"Yes I know, but I want the excuse from you." The leech replied.
"Well, we were." Harry began. They were both going to give the leach a hard time this lesson.
"Yes we were." Ron added.
"You were what?"
"Well we were." Harry said holding his smile in with difficulty.
"Yes I distinctly remember that we were." Ron added.
By this stage the pair had grabbed the attention of all the members of there class. All eyes turned to them. Ginny whose class had combined with Harry's was trying to hold in her laughter.
"Boys where were you?"
"Well we weren't here." Harry supplied.
"I know this, but where were you?" The leach demanded.
"Not in class, Professor." Ron replied.
"Now boys, stop this. Where were you?"
"In a corridor." Harry stated.
"Oh and we were in a room, but then we left and came here." Ron added.
"Boys stop avoiding the question."
"What question?" Ron and Harry said in unison.
This did it, Professor Trelawney face went red, her glasses fell off and she marched towards Harry and Ron. Ron and Harry silently congratulated themselves, even George and Fred hadn't made the leech crack before.
The leech pulled out her wand.
"Boys tell me where you were." She yelled.
"We were." Ron began, but stopped when he saw the leeches face. Her face been red and bulged up made her look a replica of a cabbage patch kid.
Ron couldn't help it, a laugh erupted from him and with this laugh the rest of the class (besides Lavender and Parvati) erupted into fits of giggles.
Harry watched in horror as the leech turned and glared at the class who were laughing at her.
"BE QUIET." She yelled. The class quieted down and Harry walked over to the leech, placed a hand on her shoulder and simply said.
"We were visiting Hermione."
The leech turned and glared at Harry, who took a step back at the intensity of her glare. He thought one thought as panic settled in his stomach 'OH SHIT.'
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Hermione was sitting in the Hospital wing reading the latest addition of 'Witch weekly.' Turning over the page she sighed as she read the headline.
'Gilderey Lockhart, dead and loving it.'
Hermione placed the magazine on her bedside table. She quickly lay down as she heard Madam Pomfrey walk out of her office. She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Madam Pomfrey came over to her bed and examined her. She gently shook Hermione.
"Wake up, my dear." She whispered. Hermione slowly opened her eyes and looked at the nurse.
"What is it?" Hermione whispered back.
"Just a checkup." Madam Pomfrey replied.
"Oh." Hermione said
The nurse checked her temperature, blood pressure and her pulse rate.
"How am I?" Hermione asked once the nurse was finished.
"Fine, I would say you can return to your dorm the day after tomorrow."
"Really?"
"Yes, now rest for the time being."
Hermione nodded and snuggled into her pillows. Madam Pomfrey walked away and Hermione once again sat up.
She turned and looked at the rows of beds beside her, and the lump that occupied the bed at the end of the room. She waited until she heard the slam of the door to Madam Pomfreys office and then she got out of her bed and made her way to the bed at the end of the room.
Dizziness enveloped Hermione, but shaking her head she continued to the bed.
Hermione reached the bed in a matter of moments. Sitting on a seat, she picked a book up that she had earlier placed there and began to read.
'And the girl, though she would never again be normal, sighed and closed her eyes. Would this be as good as it gets or is there something better?' Hermione finished the last sentence of the book and placed it on the bedside table.
She got up and pulled the covers to the figures neck. Bruises and cuts were apparent of the figures face. A broken leg and arm lay in casts. Hermione let a tear fall from her face as she bent down.
'This should have never happened to you.' She said, then she turned and made her way back to her bed.
A heavy wave of dizziness washed over her, as before. Collapsing on the bed, she closed her eyes and a heavy sleep claimed her.
The figure Hermione had read to lay in a coma. The figure on that bed was still severely injured. The figure on that bed was Draco Malfoy. Draco hadn't improved. He was still hurt beyond repair inside and out. All the staff of Hogwarts had begun to lose hope. Draco was dying slowly but painfully. Draco would die within the week and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters for Harry Potter, that honour goes to J.K. ROWLING.
Chapter 12
1 week later
Hermione lay in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Hermione been the most severely hurt, and still lay in a resting sleep. Ron's injuries had already healed and Madam Pomfrey had told him to leave. A very resistant Ron had eventually left Hermione side, when he was promised he could visit at any hour that pleased him.
Harry and Ron walked down the corridors leading to Divination. Climbing up the north tower, they were met by the same rope ladder that permitted their entrance each lesson. Harry climbed up the rope ladder closely followed by Ron.
The class had already started their lesson.
The 'leech' as Ron and Harry had come to call Professor Trelawney, turned and looked at them.
"Boys, boys why are you so late to my lesson?" she asked.
Ron turned to Harry and smiled.
"Shouldn't you already know?" Ron questioned.
"Yes I know, but I want the excuse from you." The leech replied.
"Well, we were." Harry began. They were both going to give the leach a hard time this lesson.
"Yes we were." Ron added.
"You were what?"
"Well we were." Harry said holding his smile in with difficulty.
"Yes I distinctly remember that we were." Ron added.
By this stage the pair had grabbed the attention of all the members of there class. All eyes turned to them. Ginny whose class had combined with Harry's was trying to hold in her laughter.
"Boys where were you?"
"Well we weren't here." Harry supplied.
"I know this, but where were you?" The leach demanded.
"Not in class, Professor." Ron replied.
"Now boys, stop this. Where were you?"
"In a corridor." Harry stated.
"Oh and we were in a room, but then we left and came here." Ron added.
"Boys stop avoiding the question."
"What question?" Ron and Harry said in unison.
This did it, Professor Trelawney face went red, her glasses fell off and she marched towards Harry and Ron. Ron and Harry silently congratulated themselves, even George and Fred hadn't made the leech crack before.
The leech pulled out her wand.
"Boys tell me where you were." She yelled.
"We were." Ron began, but stopped when he saw the leeches face. Her face been red and bulged up made her look a replica of a cabbage patch kid.
Ron couldn't help it, a laugh erupted from him and with this laugh the rest of the class (besides Lavender and Parvati) erupted into fits of giggles.
Harry watched in horror as the leech turned and glared at the class who were laughing at her.
"BE QUIET." She yelled. The class quieted down and Harry walked over to the leech, placed a hand on her shoulder and simply said.
"We were visiting Hermione."
The leech turned and glared at Harry, who took a step back at the intensity of her glare. He thought one thought as panic settled in his stomach 'OH SHIT.'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione was sitting in the Hospital wing reading the latest addition of 'Witch weekly.' Turning over the page she sighed as she read the headline.
'Gilderey Lockhart, dead and loving it.'
Hermione placed the magazine on her bedside table. She quickly lay down as she heard Madam Pomfrey walk out of her office. She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Madam Pomfrey came over to her bed and examined her. She gently shook Hermione.
"Wake up, my dear." She whispered. Hermione slowly opened her eyes and looked at the nurse.
"What is it?" Hermione whispered back.
"Just a checkup." Madam Pomfrey replied.
"Oh." Hermione said
The nurse checked her temperature, blood pressure and her pulse rate.
"How am I?" Hermione asked once the nurse was finished.
"Fine, I would say you can return to your dorm the day after tomorrow."
"Really?"
"Yes, now rest for the time being."
Hermione nodded and snuggled into her pillows. Madam Pomfrey walked away and Hermione once again sat up.
She turned and looked at the rows of beds beside her, and the lump that occupied the bed at the end of the room. She waited until she heard the slam of the door to Madam Pomfreys office and then she got out of her bed and made her way to the bed at the end of the room.
Dizziness enveloped Hermione, but shaking her head she continued to the bed.
Hermione reached the bed in a matter of moments. Sitting on a seat, she picked a book up that she had earlier placed there and began to read.
'And the girl, though she would never again be normal, sighed and closed her eyes. Would this be as good as it gets or is there something better?' Hermione finished the last sentence of the book and placed it on the bedside table.
She got up and pulled the covers to the figures neck. Bruises and cuts were apparent of the figures face. A broken leg and arm lay in casts. Hermione let a tear fall from her face as she bent down.
'This should have never happened to you.' She said, then she turned and made her way back to her bed.
A heavy wave of dizziness washed over her, as before. Collapsing on the bed, she closed her eyes and a heavy sleep claimed her.
The figure Hermione had read to lay in a coma. The figure on that bed was still severely injured. The figure on that bed was Draco Malfoy. Draco hadn't improved. He was still hurt beyond repair inside and out. All the staff of Hogwarts had begun to lose hope. Draco was dying slowly but painfully. Draco would die within the week and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
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