Title: Musings of A Tired Mind
Author: Remii
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now, seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But what's the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
Special Thanks: To my beta reader! Go Ambie, you kick ass!
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Thanks to all who have reviewed. ^_^
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Chapter Five: In which Sohrae and Ron get into a bit of a row and Hermione saves the day, only to go to the Hospital Wing to find Harry in a bit of a jam and aid him until he wakes. Oh. And Seamus shows he does have some smarts, even though it takes awhile.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"But--"
"No."
"Can--"
"No."
"Roooon!!"
"No."
"If you'd--"
"No."
"And--"
"No!"
"Fine."
"Good."
"Pleeaaasssee?!"
"Alright."
"Really?"
"No."
Sohrae huffed in annoyance. She'd been pestering..er..pleading with Ron for an hour, but he hadn't said anything besides 'no'. She looked to Hermione for support, but Hermione quickly averted her eyes.
"Fine! If you wont show me, someone else will!" Sohrae scanned the common room, her eyes settled on Seamus and she smirked.
"Oh Seamus..." Sohrae smiled, batting her eyelashes.
"Huh? Er...Y-yes?" he stammered.
"Seamus, would you be a dear and show me to the hospital wing? I could always go looking for it alone...but this is such a big castle, and it's dark and eerie and..and what if I got lost! I'd hate to think of the creatures lurking in the corners... And you...being such a big strong man.. I know you would protect me."
Seamus jumped up at the chance of being the 'big strong heroic man.'
"Sure!" he exclaimed.
"Sorry Sohrae, but he can't," Dean said, pulling Seamus back into his
seat. "We have to finish Snape's homework. Maybe later."
Sohrae stalked back to her chair by the fireplace. "Oh stop grinning," she growled to Ron, only increasing his Cheshire-like smile.
"Now Sohrae. If you could wait just a little longer, we can all go visit
Harry together." Hermione, the voice of reason, intervened.
Sohrae grumbled and leaned further into her comfy chair. She shot up, however, when a horrible thought entered her head.
"Hermione?" she asked, hesitantly.
"Hm?" Hermione responded, not even lifting her head from her book.
"Could you please elaborate on 'we'."
"Huh? Oh. Oh! Sure. You, Ron, myself, and Draco."
Sohrae's features darkened at the announcement of Draco's name.
"Draco..?" she drawled out.
"Believe me, if it were possible, I wouldn't bring 'Draco' either. But Harry likes him, so he's allowed," Ron mumbled. Too loud though, because Hermione whacked him a moment later.
"Oh? Harry...*likes* him?" Sohrae gulped.
"NO!" Ron and Hermione shouted at the same time.
"He better not," growled Ron. "That good for nothing..."
"Ron!" Hermione snapped.
"...Arrogant prick..."
"Ron!"
"...Stupid ferret..."
"Ferret?" Sohrae asked, halting Ron's rant.
"Ferret!"
"He doesn't really resemble a ferret..."
"Ha! Ha ha ha! Can I tell her 'Mione? Oh please oh please oh please?" Ron begged, amazingly excited, in a really creepy way.
"No!" Hermione yelled. "We promised to never bring that up. Unless you
want to be called 'Weasel' again..."
"Draco called you that?" Sohrae asked.
"Yes!" Ron burst, before Hermione could even open her mouth.
"Oh that does it. My hate for that...that...ferret!" here Ron grinned maniacally, happy that another shared his hate, "has increased ten-fold!"
"Now Sohrae. That was the old Draco. He's changed a lot," Hermione tried to reason.
Ron snorted.
Hermione turned to glare at Ron. "For instance," she started, her voice
increasing in volume, "Neville would be failing Potions if it wasn't for Draco. Ron would have had millions of points taken from Gryffindor and just as many detentions if it wasn't for Draco. I would be having a lot more trouble with Arithmancy if it weren't for Draco. And we wouldn't have an amazing amount of sarcasm added to our daily jokes! Just think Ron, what would we do without our yearly raid?" Hermione whispered the last part.
"And what about Harry?" Sohrae questioned, waiting for no answer.
"Huh?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"What did Draco do for Harry?"
Hermione looked to Ron, but he just hung his head.
"He saved him," Hermione whispered.
"Oh." Sohrae looked at their troubled faced. "So..." she began. "What's this 'yearly raid'," she asked, trying to break the mood.
"Shhh!" Ron and Hermione hissed.
"It's not to be spoken about," Ron whispered.
Sohrae cocked an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Oh fine. I can't go into detail, though. It's this 'event' that we've been doing every year since 5th year," Hermione started to explain.
"Why 5th year?" Sohrae interrupted.
"Because..well...that's when Harry defeated You-Know-Who."
"No, I don't."
"Don't what?"
"Know 'who'."
"Huh?"
"Oh never mind. It was a joke. Continue."
"Right. Well, after the Final Battle, Harry was really...upset. So, Draco made up this 'game' we could do once a year, just so that Harry would smile again. Exactly two months after the anniversary of You-Know-Who's fall, we go on a bit of a raid. "And that's all I can say," Hermione added, apologetically.
"Don't you get in trouble?" Sohrae asked, skeptical.
"Don't you have more faith in us?" Ron cried in disbelief. "Besides, we're masters of stealth. And Dumbledore knows," he added as an afterthought.
"Oh?"
"Sorry mate. Can't tell you anymore. I'd have to kill you if I did."
"You're no fun," Sohrae teased. Turning to Hermione, she put on her puppy
eyes. "Do you think I can go with you?"
"I don't know. It was really Draco's idea. We were just invited. Most of
our-year Gryffindors know it's us, but Draco doesn't let them come. You could
always ask nicely."
"Me? Ask *him* nicely?! Do you feel well, Hermione?"
"It was...a thought.."
"I'm done!!" Ron announced, jumping up. At Hermione and Sohrae's blank
looks, he continued. "We can go now."
Sohrae jumped to her feet, squealing in delight at the prospect of finally seeing Harry.
Across the room, Seamus sat glumly in his chair, having finally put 1 and 1 together and realizing that Harry was in the hospital wing.
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When Hermione, Ron, and Sohrae reached the hospital wing, Draco was already sitting at Harry's bed.
"Well, that explains why he wasn't in his room," Hermione said to Ron. "Hi Draco!" she then called out.
"Why hello Hermione. Ron." He looked Sohrae over with distaste. "Why is
she here? We don't need any of Harry's drooling fan club present."
"Now you listen here, Ferret-Boy!"
Draco's glare widened a fraction and Ron cringed, waiting for his pounding. Leaping from his chair, Draco stood in front of Sohrae, his wand drawn and pointed to her neck.
"You better chose your words carefully while in my presence." He leaned in close, his mouth going to her ear. "We wouldn't want small pieces of information getting out about you, now would we....Feurlock?"
Sohrae gasped in shock. "How did..."
"I have my ways." He moved his head to look into her startled eyes and
smirked.
"So Hermione," he started, moving away from Sohrae, ignoring the curious
looks Hermione and Ron shot him. "We should start making plans for this years
raid."
"Sure, Draco. How's Harry?" she inquired, while walking to the bed.
"He hasn't waken yet. Not even stirred. However, Madam Poof thinks he'll
be waking up soon." Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a can of muggle drink.
"Soda anyone?"
Hermione nodded, along with Ron. Sohrae chose to ignore the snake and look over Harry's features.
Draco pulled out another can. Popping it open, he handed it to Hermione.
Reaching into his bag again, he shook the other can as he pulled it out. Aiming it at Ron, he popped the tab.
"Oh dear me. You know those muggle drinks, always fizzing. You can never
trust them." Ignoring Hermione's disapproving glare, he continued. "You must admit though, it has to feel good to finally wash your face, doesn't it?"
Draco smiled at Ron. Taking a sip of his soda, he smirked. "Refreshing, wouldn't you agree?"
Ron glared at Draco from behind his wet bangs. Ok. He deserved that. Containing his growl, he glared harder when Draco made the joke about his hygiene. Bastard.
"Yes, *Malfoy*. That was indeed refreshing. My underwear thanks you for the coldness."
Ron gulped at Malfoy's widening smirk. Ok. That was not the right thing to say.
"Indeed. Did you want another can," Draco asked, pulling another out, "to wash them fully? I know how hard it is for you Weasleys to have clean clothing, what with your older brothers owning the same pair before you."
Ron growled and made to lunge at Draco when Hermione stopped him.
"That's enough you two. You're even. Now stop."
Draco nodded, still smirking. Ron nodded, glowering at Draco.
Sohrae, who had watched the scene unfold, found it hard not to laugh at the drenched Ron. It wouldn't do the arrogant ass good to know that he made her laugh, though.
"Harry!" Hermione squeaked. "He's shivering awfully."
Looking down to Harry, Draco noticed his shivering and cold sweat. "Ron, go get Madam Pomfrey. Sohrae, see if you can find extra blankets in one of the cabinets in the other room," he quickly ordered them.
Sohrea hesitated only for a second before she ran out of the room.
"Hermione, help me lift Harry into a sitting position!"
Hermione complied, lifting Harry's right side, while Draco ran around to his left. Once Harry had been carefully set upright, Draco slipped on the bed behind him.
"We must keep him warm," he explained to Hermione. "Hand me his blankets, I'm going to wrap them around him tightly."
Sohrae came running in a second later, her arms holding enough blankets to keep all four of them warm during a blizzard. Taking the blankets, Hermione folded them over Harry; Draco tucking them firmly between himself and Harry.
A groan passed through Harry's lips.
"Harry?" both Draco and Hermione whispered.
Said boy's body went rigid. Sohrae walked over and took Harry's left hand in hers. Leaning her head close to his, she stifled a gasp; her shocked eyes connecting with the most brilliant green eyes she'd ever seen.
~End of Chapter Five! What do you think? Comments, Questions, Criticisms? All
accepted! Though some more than others. Feel free to inflate my ego.~
**Boost My Muse: Make A Donation to the 'I Need Your Thoughts Association'.**
Author: Remii
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now, seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But what's the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
Special Thanks: To my beta reader! Go Ambie, you kick ass!
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Thanks to all who have reviewed. ^_^
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Chapter Five: In which Sohrae and Ron get into a bit of a row and Hermione saves the day, only to go to the Hospital Wing to find Harry in a bit of a jam and aid him until he wakes. Oh. And Seamus shows he does have some smarts, even though it takes awhile.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"But--"
"No."
"Can--"
"No."
"Roooon!!"
"No."
"If you'd--"
"No."
"And--"
"No!"
"Fine."
"Good."
"Pleeaaasssee?!"
"Alright."
"Really?"
"No."
Sohrae huffed in annoyance. She'd been pestering..er..pleading with Ron for an hour, but he hadn't said anything besides 'no'. She looked to Hermione for support, but Hermione quickly averted her eyes.
"Fine! If you wont show me, someone else will!" Sohrae scanned the common room, her eyes settled on Seamus and she smirked.
"Oh Seamus..." Sohrae smiled, batting her eyelashes.
"Huh? Er...Y-yes?" he stammered.
"Seamus, would you be a dear and show me to the hospital wing? I could always go looking for it alone...but this is such a big castle, and it's dark and eerie and..and what if I got lost! I'd hate to think of the creatures lurking in the corners... And you...being such a big strong man.. I know you would protect me."
Seamus jumped up at the chance of being the 'big strong heroic man.'
"Sure!" he exclaimed.
"Sorry Sohrae, but he can't," Dean said, pulling Seamus back into his
seat. "We have to finish Snape's homework. Maybe later."
Sohrae stalked back to her chair by the fireplace. "Oh stop grinning," she growled to Ron, only increasing his Cheshire-like smile.
"Now Sohrae. If you could wait just a little longer, we can all go visit
Harry together." Hermione, the voice of reason, intervened.
Sohrae grumbled and leaned further into her comfy chair. She shot up, however, when a horrible thought entered her head.
"Hermione?" she asked, hesitantly.
"Hm?" Hermione responded, not even lifting her head from her book.
"Could you please elaborate on 'we'."
"Huh? Oh. Oh! Sure. You, Ron, myself, and Draco."
Sohrae's features darkened at the announcement of Draco's name.
"Draco..?" she drawled out.
"Believe me, if it were possible, I wouldn't bring 'Draco' either. But Harry likes him, so he's allowed," Ron mumbled. Too loud though, because Hermione whacked him a moment later.
"Oh? Harry...*likes* him?" Sohrae gulped.
"NO!" Ron and Hermione shouted at the same time.
"He better not," growled Ron. "That good for nothing..."
"Ron!" Hermione snapped.
"...Arrogant prick..."
"Ron!"
"...Stupid ferret..."
"Ferret?" Sohrae asked, halting Ron's rant.
"Ferret!"
"He doesn't really resemble a ferret..."
"Ha! Ha ha ha! Can I tell her 'Mione? Oh please oh please oh please?" Ron begged, amazingly excited, in a really creepy way.
"No!" Hermione yelled. "We promised to never bring that up. Unless you
want to be called 'Weasel' again..."
"Draco called you that?" Sohrae asked.
"Yes!" Ron burst, before Hermione could even open her mouth.
"Oh that does it. My hate for that...that...ferret!" here Ron grinned maniacally, happy that another shared his hate, "has increased ten-fold!"
"Now Sohrae. That was the old Draco. He's changed a lot," Hermione tried to reason.
Ron snorted.
Hermione turned to glare at Ron. "For instance," she started, her voice
increasing in volume, "Neville would be failing Potions if it wasn't for Draco. Ron would have had millions of points taken from Gryffindor and just as many detentions if it wasn't for Draco. I would be having a lot more trouble with Arithmancy if it weren't for Draco. And we wouldn't have an amazing amount of sarcasm added to our daily jokes! Just think Ron, what would we do without our yearly raid?" Hermione whispered the last part.
"And what about Harry?" Sohrae questioned, waiting for no answer.
"Huh?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"What did Draco do for Harry?"
Hermione looked to Ron, but he just hung his head.
"He saved him," Hermione whispered.
"Oh." Sohrae looked at their troubled faced. "So..." she began. "What's this 'yearly raid'," she asked, trying to break the mood.
"Shhh!" Ron and Hermione hissed.
"It's not to be spoken about," Ron whispered.
Sohrae cocked an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Oh fine. I can't go into detail, though. It's this 'event' that we've been doing every year since 5th year," Hermione started to explain.
"Why 5th year?" Sohrae interrupted.
"Because..well...that's when Harry defeated You-Know-Who."
"No, I don't."
"Don't what?"
"Know 'who'."
"Huh?"
"Oh never mind. It was a joke. Continue."
"Right. Well, after the Final Battle, Harry was really...upset. So, Draco made up this 'game' we could do once a year, just so that Harry would smile again. Exactly two months after the anniversary of You-Know-Who's fall, we go on a bit of a raid. "And that's all I can say," Hermione added, apologetically.
"Don't you get in trouble?" Sohrae asked, skeptical.
"Don't you have more faith in us?" Ron cried in disbelief. "Besides, we're masters of stealth. And Dumbledore knows," he added as an afterthought.
"Oh?"
"Sorry mate. Can't tell you anymore. I'd have to kill you if I did."
"You're no fun," Sohrae teased. Turning to Hermione, she put on her puppy
eyes. "Do you think I can go with you?"
"I don't know. It was really Draco's idea. We were just invited. Most of
our-year Gryffindors know it's us, but Draco doesn't let them come. You could
always ask nicely."
"Me? Ask *him* nicely?! Do you feel well, Hermione?"
"It was...a thought.."
"I'm done!!" Ron announced, jumping up. At Hermione and Sohrae's blank
looks, he continued. "We can go now."
Sohrae jumped to her feet, squealing in delight at the prospect of finally seeing Harry.
Across the room, Seamus sat glumly in his chair, having finally put 1 and 1 together and realizing that Harry was in the hospital wing.
* * *
When Hermione, Ron, and Sohrae reached the hospital wing, Draco was already sitting at Harry's bed.
"Well, that explains why he wasn't in his room," Hermione said to Ron. "Hi Draco!" she then called out.
"Why hello Hermione. Ron." He looked Sohrae over with distaste. "Why is
she here? We don't need any of Harry's drooling fan club present."
"Now you listen here, Ferret-Boy!"
Draco's glare widened a fraction and Ron cringed, waiting for his pounding. Leaping from his chair, Draco stood in front of Sohrae, his wand drawn and pointed to her neck.
"You better chose your words carefully while in my presence." He leaned in close, his mouth going to her ear. "We wouldn't want small pieces of information getting out about you, now would we....Feurlock?"
Sohrae gasped in shock. "How did..."
"I have my ways." He moved his head to look into her startled eyes and
smirked.
"So Hermione," he started, moving away from Sohrae, ignoring the curious
looks Hermione and Ron shot him. "We should start making plans for this years
raid."
"Sure, Draco. How's Harry?" she inquired, while walking to the bed.
"He hasn't waken yet. Not even stirred. However, Madam Poof thinks he'll
be waking up soon." Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a can of muggle drink.
"Soda anyone?"
Hermione nodded, along with Ron. Sohrae chose to ignore the snake and look over Harry's features.
Draco pulled out another can. Popping it open, he handed it to Hermione.
Reaching into his bag again, he shook the other can as he pulled it out. Aiming it at Ron, he popped the tab.
"Oh dear me. You know those muggle drinks, always fizzing. You can never
trust them." Ignoring Hermione's disapproving glare, he continued. "You must admit though, it has to feel good to finally wash your face, doesn't it?"
Draco smiled at Ron. Taking a sip of his soda, he smirked. "Refreshing, wouldn't you agree?"
Ron glared at Draco from behind his wet bangs. Ok. He deserved that. Containing his growl, he glared harder when Draco made the joke about his hygiene. Bastard.
"Yes, *Malfoy*. That was indeed refreshing. My underwear thanks you for the coldness."
Ron gulped at Malfoy's widening smirk. Ok. That was not the right thing to say.
"Indeed. Did you want another can," Draco asked, pulling another out, "to wash them fully? I know how hard it is for you Weasleys to have clean clothing, what with your older brothers owning the same pair before you."
Ron growled and made to lunge at Draco when Hermione stopped him.
"That's enough you two. You're even. Now stop."
Draco nodded, still smirking. Ron nodded, glowering at Draco.
Sohrae, who had watched the scene unfold, found it hard not to laugh at the drenched Ron. It wouldn't do the arrogant ass good to know that he made her laugh, though.
"Harry!" Hermione squeaked. "He's shivering awfully."
Looking down to Harry, Draco noticed his shivering and cold sweat. "Ron, go get Madam Pomfrey. Sohrae, see if you can find extra blankets in one of the cabinets in the other room," he quickly ordered them.
Sohrea hesitated only for a second before she ran out of the room.
"Hermione, help me lift Harry into a sitting position!"
Hermione complied, lifting Harry's right side, while Draco ran around to his left. Once Harry had been carefully set upright, Draco slipped on the bed behind him.
"We must keep him warm," he explained to Hermione. "Hand me his blankets, I'm going to wrap them around him tightly."
Sohrae came running in a second later, her arms holding enough blankets to keep all four of them warm during a blizzard. Taking the blankets, Hermione folded them over Harry; Draco tucking them firmly between himself and Harry.
A groan passed through Harry's lips.
"Harry?" both Draco and Hermione whispered.
Said boy's body went rigid. Sohrae walked over and took Harry's left hand in hers. Leaning her head close to his, she stifled a gasp; her shocked eyes connecting with the most brilliant green eyes she'd ever seen.
~End of Chapter Five! What do you think? Comments, Questions, Criticisms? All
accepted! Though some more than others. Feel free to inflate my ego.~
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