Ron, come have some food! Treacle tart! Chocolate gateau, look! Starving yourself isn't going to help Harry and Hermione, you know!
Ron shook his head, straining his eyes, looking out the window, for any sign of Harry or Hermione. You hardly ate at lunch! Won't you at least come away from the window, or put on a sweater? The air coming from outside is freezing! Ron spun around and snapped,
I'm fine! Stop acting like my bloody mother! I can take care of myself! I'm not hungry.. you eat.... Fred and George, who were amusing themselves by picking random Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans out of the box and tossing them into each others open mouths, heard Ron yelling across the room, and their faces cracked into identical evil grins. Swallowing their jelly beans, Fred and George came over to Ron and sat down on either side of him. Ron looked at both of them with disgust.
What? Are you here to make my life more miserable? Fred mock pouted, fluttering his eyelashes at Ron.
Awww is Ickle Ronniekins upset? Don't worry Ronniekins, Georgeyworgey and Freddyweddy are here to comfort you! George nodded.
I think someone needs a hug! Come on Lavender, join in! Lavender shook her head, taking a few steps backwards, her eyes open wide, and looking quite scared. No? Alright then we'll hug without you! Group hug! Lavender shook with silent mirth, trying not to laugh out loud as Ron struggled to get free, yelling indignantly. The Twins held on ever vigilantly, squeezing Ron until he was nearly blue in the face, and looking like he would strangle the first person to laugh.
GEROFF ME YOU OAFS! Ron broke out of Fred and George's clutches, and dusted himself off. Don't you two know when to stuff it? Can't a person be miserable, and act as he wishes without someone coming over to try and cheer you up? A good wallow in your sadness and misfortune can benefit a person who's suffered a severe tragedy or feeling depressed in recovery back to a normal happy state, you know! Fred got off of the window sill, and lovingly thumped Ron on the back.
Of course a guy can't. That's why we're here! Why, practically all of Gryffindor knows us as the Cheer up Twins! Ron looked at Fred with an expression of utter disbelief. I know! I never would've guessed it myself! But how could we not any ways? Look at these grins! Fred and George plastered obviously what they thought were suave sophisticated grins on their faces, winking at some Gryffindor girls by the fire, who gasped and blushed, and whispered amongst themselves excitedly. Ron rolled his eyes, and smirked, obviously unconvinced.
You have GOT to be kidding me. George sighed.
Look, why don't we just show you, instead of talking about it? Ready Fred? A one, two, a one two three four! Ron looked on, dumbfounded as Fred and George linked arms and began singing,
If you're ever feeling like crap
Down in the dumps, nothing's going right
We'll come to you and cheer you up
and make you squirm with delight!
We'll make you laugh and make you grin
Put a dimple back on that chin
For a small fee, you will see
If we tell jokes better then we sing!
For we are, the Cheer up Twins! Mighty, gallant , and charming
We're honest, strong and handsome
quite sensitive, modest and true!
We would never think of cheating, or doing anything wrong
If we got caught, who'd be there for you?
We assure you we're the greatest guys you'll ever meet
We'll set off Dungbombs, set fire to Snapes robe
or curse all of Slytherin with the nastiest spell we can find
So sit up straight, dry those eyes
The future's looking bright
With Fred and George the Cheer up Twins to get you through the night!
Fred and George bowed amidst wild clapping, whistling and cheering. Lavender elbowed Ron in the ribs, who looked as though he was going to be sick.
Better not look so disgusted Ron, or I'm sure Fred and George will have something to do about it! Ron shook his head in disgust.
They won't if they know what's good for them! After accepting many handshakes and winking a bit more at the girls, Fred and George strutted over to Ron, and grinned cheekily at him.
I say Fred, lil Ronniekins looks as though he's going to have a fit!
Why, so you're right old chap! Well, if he does act like a lil' prat, we'll send him to the corner with a slap on his bottom! Ron scowled, wrinkling up his face until his eyes were barely visible slits, but were glaring at Fred all the same. Careful Ron, keep looking like that and your face might stick that way. In fact, keep looking like a stupid bloody tosser who just ate an entire bag of Starkey's Stellar Sour Gummies, cause it'll be good for a laugh when we're all old and wrinkly. We can look at pictures of you looking all scrunched up in your senior year at the Ball, your date looking particularly unpleased, when you get married, with your kids and laugh at you because you haven't changed a bit in fifty years, oh if only you had just listened to your wise older brothers.
Ron stopped scowling, and actually looked quite dejected. Hanging his head, Ron walked slowly over to the window sill, heaved himself up, and turned his back on Lavender, Fred and George. A tear silently made its way down Ron's cheek, as he sat unmoving, searching for any sign of life out in the storm. But all he could see was his sad sorry red face, looking back at himself in the window. Lavender walked over to Ron's side, and leaning on her elbow, looked up at him.
Ron, please, cheer up. You're not going to see Harry or Hermione through all that snow! They could be at the door now and no-one would know! Ron, you have to take care of yourself by eating something, and coming away from that window so you won't be joining her in the Hospital Wing!! Do you understand me Ron? Ron? Ron look at me!
But something in the storm had caught Ron's eye. He stood up, coming very close to the glass, and squinted hard, looking for whatever was out there... There it was again!! And it looked like something flying.... A slow smile crept up Ron's face. Jumping off of the window sill, Ron darted to the Fat Lady's portrait, just as Neville was coming in. Ron leapt neatly through the opening, clipping Neville on the shoulder, knocking him to the ground, and ran as fast as he could to the stairs. The Prefects that were patrolling the seventh floor called out, and charged after Ron, waving their wands and yelling out to other the other Prefects for help. Ron hopped onto the banister, and soared down at high speed, ten Prefects behind him in hot pursuit. Neville got up, dusting himself off.
What the hell's gotten into him? Got to visit the little boy's bathroom in a bad way has he? Lavender sighed, shaking her head, looking as Prefect after Prefect ran down the stairs, behind curtains, and slid down the banister after Ron.
Good luck Ron.
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Harry landed lightly on the snow, shaking his hair out of his eyes, and breathing rather heavily. Even with the Firebolt, riding through a magical snowstorm was no easy task. Harry kept imagining that little purple fairies kept landing on his head, and were tickling, biting and licking him all over. Hermione, who was quite confused, had to swat at thin air, and hit Harry on the head, which she had no problem in doing. Hermione, on the other hand, was convinced that she and Harry were not riding through a storm of snow, but of a storm of fire. She screamed at hallucinations of horrifying dragons, with large menacing yellow and red eyes, blue scaly bodies and immense razor sharp teeth. Hermione nearly fainted when she thought Harry had flown into a dragons mouth, and saw the white teeth close around her. But when she wasn't shrieking in Harry ear that they were both going to die, Hermione was reminding herself and Harry that to experience hallucinations, and see mirages was completely normal.
Hermione shivered, and stood close to Harry. Harry looked at the frosty doors that loomed far above them, and walking to one, tried to open the door, but with no luck. Harry turned to Hermione.
I don't suppose knocking will do us any good; these doors must be a foot thick! Good thing they put a magical seal on the doors that doesn't blast you twenty feet away if you touch them. What do you suggest we do? Hermione shook her head, and shuffling back over to Harry, put her arms around him, and buried her face in his coat. Harry looked around desperately. There has to be something we can do... but what? From behind Harry, there came a crunching noise, followed by panting, and a man's voice carried by the wind saying,
Come if you will, but behave! I'm ashamed at the way you all acted in the Forest! Honestly, I leave you fellows along for FIVE minutes, and what do you do? You almost behead Harry! Promise me you'll behave yourselves.. Promise me! Harry and Hermione heard a series of whines and barks, then the crunching of snow once again. From out in the storm, a dark figure started coming into view, and behind him, several hunching animals. Harry drew out his wand, and whispered to Hermione,
Stay back. Hermione nodded, and got behind Harry, looking over his shoulder. Harry swallowed nervously, and straightened up, set his shoulders, and kept a keen eye on the approaching unknown...
The man came closer, and closer, the outline of his body got clearer.. Harry squinted hard, he could almost make out the man's face...
Harry blinked his eyes hard to make sure they were working properly. If they were working as eyes should, Harry had seen Sirius standing right before him. Harry cautiously opened one eye, and sure enough, there was Sirius standing before them. Sirius looked different then when Harry had seen him last summer; His face was less gaunt, more full, and he was clean shaven. His hair was slicked back and clean, and he looked genuinely healthy to Harry. Sirius winked at Harry, who was looking very confused.
Harry my boy! How've you been? It's wonderful to see you again! Sirius drew Harry into a strong embrace, then let him go, ruffling Harry's hair fondly. So tell me, how're things going? I got your last owl Harry, and I was in the neighborhood... Ok maybe in the neighborhood isn't a good term; I was in Godavari (a/n Godavari is a country in India, far away from Hogwarts), but I wanted to pay you a visit nonetheless. Buckbeak is back in the cave. Sirius said in a good clear voice, filled with vigor and laced with strength, unlike the hoarse croak Harry had heard him speak in more often then not in their few meetings in the past two years. Harry stood just staring at Sirius for a few moments longer, before he shut his mouth, and frowned.
You shouldn't be here. Hermione came out from behind Harry, and slowly looked Sirius up and down. Sirius raised an eyebrow at Hermione.
Is there anything the matter Hermione? You look as though you've seen a convicted murderer, innocent of course. Hermione blushed, but quickly beamed at Sirius, before she ran forward, and gave Sirius a huge hug, before letting go of him. Sirius winked at Harry, who was looking very uncomfortable.
Oh Sirius, it really is you! I can't believe it! How are you doing? We haven't seen you since the night of the Third task last year! Tell me, how'd you manage to get all the way out to Hogwarts from India without anyone seeing you? And what happened in the forest? I thought we were going to die! Sirius stroked his chin.
Well, I could tell you all the boring details, but I'm afraid you two will freeze to death, falling asleep with boredom from hearing a windbag like me rant on and on and on... Well, you get the point. Any ways, in answer to you Harry, I can go wherever I please, it's my duty as a godfather to make sure you're alright, and to see if everything around here is going well. Sirius turned to Hermione. See Hermione, because of the rising of Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic has forgotten about catching all its escaped convicts such as myself, and now is focusing all of its effort on protecting the Magical and Non-Magical Communities. Not only Wizards are at risk you know; Voldemort doesn't give a damn to who he kills or not. Anyone who stands in his way, or up to him. Sirius trailed off, noticing the look on Harry's face. He swallowed, and stared hard at Harry.
And I am really quite sorry about the whole forest incident. Those wolves are my friends, when I was at Hogwarts, and Remus was transformed into a werewolf, James, Peter, Remus and I would come out to the forest and visit them. Remus felt and acted calmer. They don't harm anyone I tell them not to, but apparently they forgot that when you two tried to run away. I wanted to stay there in the cave with you two, so you wouldn't be alarmed when you awoke, but I was away in the forest finding food for the wolf pack. I really am sorry, and I hope you'll forgive me Harry. I'd seen you two walking out in the storm, and I knew you wouldn't last on your own, so that's why I had you two taken to my cave. Harry nodded.
It's alright, I forgive you. In fact I thank you for being there, I'm not really sure how much longer we would've lasted if you hadn't intervened. But Sirius, I really still don't know why you're here. Sirius sighed, brushing some snow off of his hair.
Harry please, nothing bad is going to happen to me. Relax, enjoy yourself; you can't go on stressing yourself out before the match this friday! You know, the one with Gryffindor plays against Slytherin?
Harry's face brightened up, and he finally smiled at Sirius.
Yeah, we are playing! Can't wait to see Malfoy's face when Ron walks out onto the field in red Gryffindor Quidditch robes! It'll be priceless!
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HA! Have to do better then that to catch me boys! Ron dodged the swinging arms of several prefects, all trying to stop Ron. Ron was still sliding down the banister and the whole scene was quite a sight: Having gone down five flights of stairs, Ron had picked up quite a few along the way; behind him, fifty Prefects zoomed down the banister after him, some unsteady and awkward, others were riding as smooth as a seasoned banister rider. Besides on the rail, Prefects were running down the stairs, some thirty more of them. Looking behind his shoulder for a split second, Ron came to terms with the situation he was in, and weighed his choices. He could either stop now, and be brought back up to Gryffindor Tower peacefully, or he could keep going down, leading all the Prefects on a merry chase, and maybe find Harry and Hermione at the door. Of course, it was obvious which choice Ron would make.
Ron let out a long yell,and getting to his feet on the banister, jumped across a wide gap between staircases. He fell heavily onto the stairs, and rolled down to a landing. He lay there, his chest heaving as he looked up at the ceiling far above him. Ron could hear the shouts, and the thunder of dozens of shoes running down the stairs. But then Ron also a faint knocking noise. Perhaps he was just imagining it... But Ron heard it again, and thought to himself, Ok maybe I'm not imagining it... Ron got to his feet, and discovered he was right at the head of the Grand staircase, and setting his very sore bum once more down on the railing, Ron set off for a final slide.
Ron landed on the floor slightly off balanced, and he staggered, almost falling but regaining his balance. The knocking was getting louder as Ron walked slowly toward the door and was getting closer together. He reached the door, and with a huge effort, grunting and straining his muscles, Ron slowly started to open the door. Snow blew in, a little at first, but then great drifts of snow came in through the widening crack. Ron stopped, and leaned on the door, panting slightly. He walked around the open door, and out into the cold.
Harry waved at Sirius, who had quickly transformed back into a large black dog, and joined the rest of the wolf pack, until he lost sight of him through the snow. Sighing contentedly, Harry turned to the door, and was pleasantly startled to see Ron standing there. Hermione squealed happily, and threw her arms around Ron.
Ron!! Oh I'm so glad to see you! Oh it seems like ages since I've seen Hogwarts, and I couldn't be happier to be here again! Come on Harry, lets go inside! I can't really remember what it's like to feel properly warm! Harry grasped Hermione's gloved hand, and put his other arm around her. Hermione smiled at Harry, and the three of them walked into the hall, where they were met by the sight of a hundred prefects, lined shoulder to shoulder across the Entrance Hall, every face grim. The Head Boy and Girl came to Harry and Hermione, and lead them through the crowd of prefects, and up the staircase to the Hospital Wing. Harry looked back at Ron, as he was advanced upon by a great number of very frustrated and angry Prefects.
Ah, hello there. Fancy meeting you here. Oh yes, sorry about the whole leading you on a chase thing, down all seven floors, and of course, going out of my Common Room when I was specifically told not to... But hey! What's a little rule breaking between friends? I like to think I'm friends with the whole school! What say we go to the kitchen, have some eclairs and muffins, and have a great big laugh about this?..... Wait what's that over there?!
As all attention was turned to where Ron was pointing, Ron took the opportunity to make a mad dash for the staircase.
HA! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!! Ron raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and right after him, all one hundred Prefects thundered up the stairs, making the ground shake and yelling death threats.
Harry was pushed and buffeted around from all the Prefects running up the Grand Staircase, so he was doubled over the side of the staircase from laughing so hard. After the sounds of Ron's yells could no longer be heard, and all the Prefects were up the stairs, both the Head Boy and Girl continued leading Harry and Hermione up the stairs. Harry glanced at Hermione. Her face was bright red and looked as like she was having a hard time keeping from laughing also. Harry caught Hermione's eye, and winked at her. Hermione grinned, side stepped closer to Harry, and kissed him on the cheek. Harry winced, millions of tiny needles were pricking him all over as he started to warm up, and the feeling came back to his numb body. Blood began flowing faster to his fingertips and toes. Harry wriggled them happily, but fell down the first floor landing. Getting back up, and ignoring Hermione's giggles, he thanked the Head Girl for her assistance, and continued walked up to the second floor.
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AAAAHHH! No! Let go of me! Harassment! Ron was being forced back into Gryffindor Common Room by several Prefects, some pulling on his legs, and the rest holding him up by his arms so that Ron wouldn't he hit his head on the wall when he was dragged through the portrait hole. It was a good idea, but it wasn't being carried out very well. Refusing to go without a fight, Ron struggled violently, biting at anyone who came near him, and since he couldn't kick at the Prefects who were holding onto his legs, he sort of shoved his foot at them. But Ron was outnumbered, and finally, he decided it was best just to give in. Ron went limp as a rag doll, and allowed himself to be dragged through the Portrait hole, before being deposited on the couch. Standing over him, a Ravenclaw Prefect scowled at Ron.
Try anything like this again Weasley, and I'll personally make sure that you work in the Owlery cleaning up after every single bird that roosts there for a month! And this is a warning for all of you! Not one step into the corridor without asking a prefect for permission, and taking another person with you! Fred raised his hand, and danced from foot to foot impatiently.
Ooo ooo! Please sir please sir I have a question! I have a question! Oh call on me sir please!! The Ravenclaw Prefect, whose name was Gloria Fendshaw, rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly.
WHAT? Fred put his hand down and grinned.
Does the person we take with us have to be of the same gender? Or can a guy take a girl with him? There were a few giggles and laughs in the room, along with people giving quick side glances at each other, flicking their eyes towards the door. Gloria's eyes narrowed.
I don't care who you take Weasley, just don't let me catch you doing any funny business. Ron piped up from the couch.
Eh, what do you mean by funny business'? Maybe you could educate me on that? OOOFF!
Gloria answered Ron by punching him in the stomach, as everyone in the entire room broke into laughter;Lavender and Parvati giggled hysterically, their faces turning a bright pink as they collapsed onto the floor, rolling around in circles and bursting out into another fit of giggles whenever they ran into somebody. Fred and George chuckled loudly at Ron, and set off a round of Filibuster's No-Heat, Wet Start fireworks in the spirit of the moment. Gloria shook her head as a firecracker exploded, sending purple and green sparks flying all over the room. She sighed, and walked with the rest of the Prefects out of Gryffindor Common Room.
Massaging his stomach, Ron got up off of the couch, and walked over to the food table. As he was helping himself to a baked potato, Jell-o, and some iced pumpkin juice, George went over to Ron.
So, is Harry alright? What about Hermione? The room went quiet, everyone waiting on Ron's word with bated breath. Lavender and Parvati got up from the floor and looked at Ron with round eyes.
Harry and Hermione are... Ron took a deep breath. Alright. There was cheering and clapping as Ron was thumped on the back numerous times, many times by people he'd never even talked to before. Harry was one of the most popular guys in Gryffindor, just like his father James was. A Quidditch star, smart ( well, Harry wasn't the best student in the school, but he had good grades), and easy to like. Everyone was extremely glad to hear he and Hermione were alright.
Conversation ensued after the fireworks had exploded, and life in Gryffindor Tower continued as usual. But meanwhile, down in the Hospital Wing, things were anything but normal.
STOP THAT! GO! SHOO! GET AWAY FROM THAT PICTURE! Madam Pomfrey ran around the room screeching like a banshee, waving a feather-duster at a snowstorm spirit, and a particularly mischievous one at that, that had gotten in through a crack in a window. The spirit halted midair, and the surface of its silver body rippled, and then the snow spirit vanished. Madam Pomfrey brandished the feather duster like you would a sword, her eyes darting all over the room.
Near her office, a torch was lifted up from its position on the wall, and thrown onto the floor, causing an Arabian rug to catch fire. Papers were knocked off of cabinets, and strewn everywhere. Madam Pomfrey held her wand high, and squinting one eye, she brought it down with a sizzling crack. The body of the snow spirit was revealed as it was turned a bright blue, the effect from a Freezing charm, and dropped to the ground with a clatter. Sighing with satisfaction, Madam Pomfrey strode over to the spirit, and opening the window briefly, threw it out into the storm. Wiping her hands on her apron, Madam Pomfrey turned to her newest patients, Harry and Hermione, who were standing by the doors to the Hospital Wing, unsure of what to do.
Madam Pomfrey strode briskly over to the couple, and seizing them both by the arm, steered them ( Harry quite feeling like a show horse being put through its paces) over to two beds, right next to each other, and near a bed hidden from view by a curtain. Making sure they were tucked securely into bed, Madam Pomfrey stood up straight between their two beds, and eyed them both sternly.
Now, I will return with magical hot cocoa for the both of you, but neither of you are to get out of bed until I am back! And stay awake! Is that clear? I also expect both of you to be in your pajamas, and to put a curtain around your bed as you do so! Madam Pomfrey eyed them severely, looking quite suspicious. Harry and Hermione nodded slowly, both looking forward to a good rest. Good, I will return momentarily. Harry waited until the click clack of her boots on the marble floor could no longer be heard, then he got out of bed, and sat on the side of Hermione's. Hermione looked at Harry oddly.
What're you doing Harry? Aren't you exhausted? Harry shook his head.
I'm too anxious to be tired. Hermione, there's something I need to say to you.
Um, alright then, go on. Harry took a deep breath, and swallowed hard, before looking straight into Hermione hazel eyes. Hermione stared back, a little unsure of what was happening, but all the same she was willing to listen to him.
Hermione, back in the Three Broomsticks, you cut me off before I could tell you something... Hermione, Harry struggled to find the right words. Harry was pouring out his soul to her, he couldn't just come out and say it. He had to find the right way to say it. Hermione, what I'm trying to say, that I had tried to say before to you was... Hermione, I love you. From the first moment I saw you I knew that there was something different about the bushy haired bossy mannered girl, whom everyone else refused to get to know. I was the only one who saw how truly beautiful you are, on both the inside, and out. Yet I've only realized how I felt about you this summer, as Ron and I met you in Diagon Alley.
Harry took Hermione's small, cold hand in his and squeezed it gently. Hermione took shaky deep breaths, her mouth slightly open as she looked at Harry with round eyes, glistening with tears, as she waited to hear what Harry had to say next. Over the summer, I beat myself up for being such a fool all these years, and for losing you to Krum. I didn't know what to do, and really how I felt, until you sent me that letter. Do you remember that letter, Hermione? Hermione slowly shook her head, enraptured by Harry's voice. Harry smiled and unbuttoning his cloak, he set it aside, and reached inside his school robes, pulling out a yellowing, wrinkled sheet of parchment. Hermione's jaw dropped.
Is.. I mean to say... Is that the letter? Harry nodded.
I always keep it with me, well except for Quidditch matches, I don't wear the same robes, and it could fall out. Harry first checked to see if Madam Pomfrey was still in her office. Judging by the humming and occasional , Harry surmised that she was. Harry unrolled the parchment and began reading:
Dear Harry,
Greetings from Ireland! It's simply marvelous here! We traveled up to Dublin yesterday, found a nice Wizard Family pub to stay in. I tried to count the number of explosions I heard from bar fights from where we were staying about the bar, but after I passed seventy two, I gave up. I'm currently writing to you while on horseback. We're resting while Mum and Dad get some pictures, and I have my bookbag with me so I can do my homework. But then I realized, Oh, I've already done all of my homework, so I decided, What the heck? I'll write to Harry. So here we are, well me by myself writing to you. You're away in London, Privet drive.... With the Dursley's... Which reminds me; did my anonymous call to Child Protection Services do anything? I was pretending to be an old woman who lives across the street with four cats, and that I saw your Uncle Vernon seize you by the hair, and throw you through the window! If that doesn't work, then I don't know what will, at least they'll treat you better! Oh Harry, I really miss you, and everyone at school. I go away to Viktor's house in three days! I don't even think I want to go! I mean, Viktor's nice and all, but I don't know, I feel odd going over to his house. Honestly Harry, would you go? If Viktor were some famous girl, I mean, and not a pretty one, but an one. Ooops, Mum and Dad want me in a picture, I'll send you a moving one as soon as I can!
Love you Harry!
Hermione
Harry re-rolled the letter, and held Hermione's face in his hands.
Your letter made me realize, you loved me too, and all those butterflies I'd get when I was near you, weren't from a bad Pumpkin Pasty. You are the very fiber of my being, you're one of my best friends, and I plan to keep it that way... Hermione, will you be my girlfriend? Tears were rolling down her face freely, but Hermione still smiled at him from behind the tears, and nodded, her face glowing, and a twinkle in her eye.
Harry... I do love you. Of course I will! Harry smiled, and kissed her softly on the cheek. He then rummaged in his robes pocket, and withdrew a little blue box. Harry got down on one knee, and opened the box. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, and she extended out her hand, and picked up the sparkling necklace. It was a stunning chain of silver, with a glass butterfly on it. Hermione held up the necklace, the butterfly catching the light every way she turned it, sending dancing spots of light on Harry and Hermione's faces. With Hermione holding back her hair, Harry fastened the silver chain around her neck. Hermione rearranged her hair, and asked,
Well, how do I look? Harry shook his head slowly.
Absolutely gorgeous. Hermione blushed.
I knew I shouldn't have asked you that, you always think I look pretty, why should a necklace make any difference to you? Harry put his arms around Hermione, and kissed her passionately. Harry broke away after a few seconds, looking at Hermione, who was cross eyed.
Exactly. Hermione smiled, then froze, not moving a muscle.
Hermione, what's wrong? Hermione barely turned her head, looking out of the corner of her eye. Hermione! Hermione's eyes snapped back to Harry. She came out of her trance state, and pushed Harry off the bed and back towards his own, hissing, She's coming! Hurry! Get in bed! Pull the curtain around you! Hermione kicked off her covers, and pulled the curtains around her bed, just as Madam Pomfrey shut the door of her office.
Tap, tap, tap tap, went Madam Pomfrey's boots on the floor.. Harry hurried to get the curtain over to his bed, the wheels squeaking and sticking. Tap, tap, tap tap... Harry kicked at the stubborn wheels, swore quietly as he stubbed his toe and pulling the curtain quickly around his bed, flung himself on it, and lay still. The tapping stopped, and Harry heard a very loud, exasperated sigh as Madam Pomfrey discovered neither Harry nor Hermione was ready.
And WHAT pray tell, have you two been doing this entire time, that you couldn't find a chance to get into pajamas?? Honestly! I'll be back in five minutes, by then you should be done! Five minutes, no more! The tapping of the heels faded away, as Harry pulled his robe over his head, and buttoned up his pajama shirt. Harry stood on the bed to put his pants on, keeping his head down as not to look over at Hermione. He fell backwards onto the bed when he was done, bouncing several times on the very springy mattress.
The curtains were yanked back, and Harry was confronted by a very impatient Madam Pomfrey. She made Harry sit up, and she poured him hot cocoa, in a large silver mug. Madam Pomfrey picked up a small pair of tongs, and picking up several little marshmallows, added them to Harry's hot chocolate. Gingerly picking up the steaming hot mug, Madam Pomfrey handed it to Harry, who nearly dropped the mug because it was so hot. Harry tried to set down the scalding mug, but Madam Pomfrey forced him to hang onto it. Setting her wand on the side of Harry's mug, she said,
Icio Cooliadra, and instantly, the mug was no longer hot to the touch. It was as cool as Snape's stare in winter, but Harry didn't feel an urge to strangle the mug, as he usually did when Snape looked like that. He started to sip his cocoa, which Harry was surprised to discover, was still piping hot. Madam Pomfrey winked at Harry.
Standard book of Spells, Grade Six, Chapter Four, Weather Spells and Encantactions. You'll learn that next year, Harry. For now, drink all of your cocoa Harry. Madam Pomfrey turned to Hermione's bed, and Harry looked down at his cup of cocoa. He wasn't so sure he could finish all of it, but Harry thought it best to at least look as though he was trying to. Madam Pomfrey could be a very cross woman, and she certainly wasn't in the best mood. Having finished with Hermione, Madam Pomfrey dusted off her hands on her apron.
Now, the hot cocoa will make you feel a bit drowsy, and at the same time, warm you up of course. If you have any bruises, scrapes, sprains or cuts, like the one on your head Miss Granger, now is the time to tell me, so I can cure you.
Immediatly, Harry and Hermione starting speaking a mile a minute.
I think I bruised my shins-
My head's gushing blood Madam Pomfrey-
I cracked my head when I was thrown against a tree-
Eye-
Cheek-
Tongue-
Oh and then there's the scratches on my face-
I might've sprained my ankle- Madam Pomfrey held up her hands, and yelled,
STOP! Enough! I cannot listen to both of you at once! Now, I will help one of you, while my assistant aids the other. Harry's heart fell.
Oh please not-
MALFOY! Get out here now boy, or it's more bedpan scrubbing for you! There was a scraping noise as a chair was pushed back, and footsteps walked slowly toward them. Harry groaned loudly, falling backwards into his pillow (setting his hot chocolate down first), and screwed up his eyes tightly.
Well, well, well, look who's here, Harry Potter. What's wrong, Potter (Malfoy said in such a sickeningly sweet manner Harry gagged ), aren't we feeling well? Why, Miss Granger is here too. Tell me, what could possibly be wrong with both of you? Malfoy's eyes sparkled maliciously at Hermione, who narrowed her eyes. Harry's eyes snapped open, and he bit his tongue to keep from saying what he really wanted to say.
They are patients, and that is all you need to know. Now, use the spells I have taught you to help Mr Potter, while I tend to Miss Granger. Hermione sighed with relief, giving Harry a look that clearly said better-you-then-me. Malfoy smiled viciously at Harry.
It'll be my pleasure, Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey smiled warmly at Malfoy.
Thank you Mr Malfoy. Madam Pomfrey stood over Hermione, mending her bumps and bruises, as Malfoy sauntered over to Harry. Harry glared at Malfoy.
Don't you dare try anything funny Malfoy. Malfoy sneered, and leaning over Harry, gripped his wrist, which Harry had sprained carrying Hermione, and twisted it sharply. Harry clenched his teeth to keep from crying out in pain.
I don't plan on it Potter. I'm already in detention now, and there's a teacher right behind me. How stupid do you think I am? Shut up, Malfoy added as Harry opened his mouth. That was a retorical question you dimwit. We'll talk after Pomfrey's gone. Malfoy shut his mouth, and started healing Harry. Surprisingly enough, Malfoy did a pretty good job, but gave Harry a little shock with his wand when Madam Pomfrey wasn't looking. Harry retaliated by setting Malfoy's eyebrows on fire. Sending a jet of water out from the end of his wand, Malfoy restored his eyebrows to their regular state, though the smell of burning hair lingered.
Madam Pomfrey finished with Hermione, and let her continue drinking her hot cocoa, with little marshmallows floating at the top. She turned to Harry and Malfoy, who were having a secret thumb war. Madam Pomfrey cleared her throat.
Are you nearly done? I need to go see another patient, but I will be near. I want those hot cocoa's finished, and you resting by the time I'm back! Madam Pomfrey swooped over to the other bed to Harry's right that was surrounded from a curtain. Harry heard Madam Pomfrey say,
Cho.. Cho dear wake up, it's time for your medication. Then I need to send an owl to your doctor about your health. Harry heard Cho sit up, and yawn.
Madam Pomfrey, I've barely been asleep for an hour, must you wake me up so often? You know how I tire easily. Harry's heart leapt. It was Cho! He hadn't seen her since dinner on the night of the last Hogsmeade visit, which really wasn't all too long, if Harry thought about it.
Doctor's orders dear. Now sit up, and open wide. Cho sighed, and there was silence in the room as Cho complied with Madam Pomfrey (Harry guessed so because Cho didn't complain anymore). Madam Pomfrey stood up, as Harry saw through the curtain, and felt Cho's forehead, before sighing.
I must go send an owl, you will get some rest, and drink some Pumpkin juice.
But Madam Pomfrey! You haven't told me how I'm doing! Will I be able to leave the Hospital Wing soon? Madam Pomfrey immerged from behind the curtain, and looked at Cho somberly.
I'm sorry my dear, but you must stay here for a while longer. Drink up now. Madam Pomfrey walked off, and the door shut and magically locked behind her.
Harry felt a tingling on the back if his neck, and turned to see Hermione staring at him.
Er, Hermione? Why are you staring at me? Malfoy smirked.
She's jealous you're looking at Cho behind the curtain, instead of being in her bed snogging, obviously.
One more word, Malfoy, I swear, just one more word... Hermione squirmed uncomfortably. Harry turned to look at her with an astonished look on his face. Don't tell me you're actually jealous of me and Cho? Good god Hermione, I've told you and Ron, not to mention every bloody person in the entire school, Cho and I are just friends! Hermione looked at Harry with a skeptical look on her face.
Harry, wasn't it only last year that you wanted to ask her to the Yule Ball? You don't think I didn't notice how you looked at her? How you always seemed at a loss for words whenever she was around? How can I not be jealous? Harry closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
You don't trust me. Harry opened his eyes, and stared hard at Hermione, who stared just as hard back.
Pretty stupid thing to say when I've been your friend for five whole years, Harry. I've drunken a potion that might've poisoned me, been Petrified by a giant Basilisk trying to prove there was a Chamber of Secrets, and that you weren't Slytherin's heir. I risked being harmed by a convicted murderer who tried to strangle you, and finally, in fourth year, I helped you through a task that decided the winner of the TriWizard Tornament! If I hadn't helped you learn those curses, what would've happened? You-know-who would've killed you! I stood by you when you and Ron were fighting, I've tried my best to always be there for you. Do you think that's easy? Hermione shook her head in disbelief. I've put my life in your hands, just a few hours ago, and you dare to tell me, I don't trust you??
Hermione shook violently, and buried her face in her hands. Harry got out of his bed, but Malfoy hadn't healed his sprained ankle yet; his ankle collapsed beneath Harry from his weight, and he fell straight to the ground, near Hermione's head.
Hermione hearing Harry grunt in pain, quickly lifted her head from her hands, and got down near Harry. She helped him up, and let him lean on her as Harry hobbled back to his bed. Hermione snapped at Malfoy;
Heal that ankle! NOW! Malfoy was so surprised, he didn't even hesitate, and in seconds, Harry felt no more pain. Now get going, and fix the rest of him, before I screech and get Madam Pomfrey over here! Hermione hissed. Malfoy stood back.
If you think I'm taking orders from you Mudblood, you've got another thought coming. I only take orders from Madam Pomfrey. Get back in that bed before you catch pnumonia., Malfoy added, in a slightly less harsh tone. Hermione noticed the change in Malfoy, and wasted no time to bring it up.
Going soft are you, Malfoy? Malfoy seized Hermione's arm, and dragged her back to her bed. As Hermione swung her legs back under the covers, Malfoy came very close to Hermione, his face cold and his eyes hard, no sign of a twinkle.
That's right, Granger, I'm going soft, I actually care about people dying, and me being the one blamed for it. What, do you think I'm a heartless monster?
YES., Harry and Hermione chorused. Malfoy's lip curled.
Perhaps to my enemies, who deserve no less then what they get. But you will discover, to my family, friends and lovers( a/n Beatle song line! :) )... I am quite the popular item... A gentleman, a joker, and of course, there are my smarts... By this time, Harry and Hermione were laughing so hard, they were turning red in the face, and barely able to breath, let alone talk, between fits of hysterics.
Hahaheehoheehaha- Malfoy- heeheeheehohahaha- You wouldn't know your smarts-O hahahaha- if they came up and bit you in the arse! Hermione snorted, and buried her face in her pillow, still laughing uproariously. Harry chuckled, before being thrown into a coughing fit. He recovered, still occasionally hiccuping.
Lovers you sa-**hiccup**-ay Malfoy? **Hiccup** And **hiccup** here's me thin-**hiccup**-king you'd be a virgin until your forties. **Hiccup** In fact, who would honestly **hiccup** want to sleep with you? Been using a Love Potion, or **Hiccup** Delerium Powder again, eh? Still, I should've known **hiccup** you'd go to anymeans to **hiccup** get some, even if it **Hiccup** is Millicent Bullstrode. OW! GOD DAMN IT MALFOY! Malfoy had turned to Harry and punched him in the eye. Luckily, Harry's glasses had been charmed by Hermione with an Unbreakable Spell. Harry rubbed the spot where Malfoy had struck him furiously, while Malfoy stood over Harry, his fists clenched.
Yeah that's right, lovers. And for your information twit, the term lovers doesn't necessarily mean the couple is sleeping together, though it can mean both. Why I guess that means Ginny and I are lovers then? But you don't know which definition of lovers I'm reffering to, now do you? Malfoy cackled evilly. Hermione spat in Malfoy's face.
YOU, you Ooo don't you dare hurt Ginny! If you do, oh you'll be sorry! Malfoy wiped Hermione's saliva from his face, and wiped it on his robes.
I'd like to see you try and stop me Granger. Why would I want to hurt her? Harry decided then to ask a question which had been bugging him for quite some time.
Malfoy, why do you like Ginny? You don't seem the kind to be attracted to nice innocent girls... Harry said. Malfoy smirked.
Why should I tell you? It's really none of your buisness, and I advise you to keep your skinny nose out of it, Potter. You might be ruining a relationship. And leaving Harry and Hermione stunned, Malfoy walked back to Madam Pomfrey's office, slamming the door shut, and breaking the glass. Hermione sighed and muttered, Reparo! And the glass flew back into the window, all the cracks melting until the glass was whole again.
Hermione turned to Harry.
What do you think he meant by all that? You don't think he actually likes Ginny do you? Harry shook his head.
We've been asking the wrong person, and the wrong questions. Harry looked at Hermione with his eyebrows raised. Hermione finally got the clue.
Ohhh, so you're saying, we need to talk to Ginny, right?
Right, but not now. I'm quite honestly afraid to think what Madam Pomfrey will do when she discovers we haven't finished our hot cocoa. Hermione agreed.
Right, bottoms up! And they turned to their hot cocoa, and as they sipped, Harry and Hermione became drowsier, until they both drifted into a light sleep, still troubled by many questions. Harry dreamed a nice peaceful dream. He dreamed he, Hermione, and Ron were in a beautiful meadow in Ireland, dancing around a Maypole. Harry smiled in his sleep, finally warm, very happy, and full of chocolate.
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