Disclaimer: None is mine, only plot.
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"I wouldn't do that," a voice said. Hermione spun around, faced by Draco's evil glare. Hermione shivered.
She ran back to Harry, torn between kicking Ron, glaring at Draco or picking Harry up and taking him up to the hospital wing. Draco watched as these thoughts crossed her mind, and a plan formed.
"Right, Hermione you take Ron, I'll take Harry," he commanded. Hermione stared at him.
"You.you called me Hermione. And.and.used their names!" Hermione exclaimed, he knew her name?
"I don't have time for chat. Harry is bulky, you couldn't take him, take Ron!" he yelled. She did as she was told, but picked up the boys' wands too. She levitated Ron and helped with Harry, gasping under his weight.
Her body was on fire. She had run to Harry earlier and although it was only a short distance, she had run the whole way from the library, where Ron had confronted her about what was up. She told him, he took off swearing at Harry in such a way it would have made Mrs. Weasley's hair curl. Hermione had run, but after not fully running in eight years, she found it hard to keep up. But now she was paying the price, the ultimate price. She was doubled over in pain and was finding it hard to concentrate on levitating Ron and supporting Harry. She had to put Harry on a chair, and she collapsed on the ground, the pain sinking her to oblivion.
"Granger! Granger! Far out! Granger! Don't do this to me! What's wrong? Granger!" Draco screamed.
She might be a mudblood, but one was falling to the ground, one was unconscious and another had just collapsed, what was he meant to do? He sprinted up to the castle and to Dumbledore's gargoyle.
"Pink fizzle!" he yelled. It swung and he couldn't get up the stairs fast enough.
"Professor!" he called. "Professor!" The door swung open and Dumbledore was standing in the doorway.
"What is it, Draco?" he asked urgently.
"Granger, Potter, Weasley. Not.good. Come.quick" he gasped. Dumbledore was running faster that Draco thought possible. He dashed outside and saw the trio scattered around the lake. He countered the curse on Ron and made Draco take him to the hospital wing. He looked at Harry and Hermione. He chose Hermione.
He picked her up in his arms and levitated Potter. Draco was soon running back out and helped control Harry up to the hospital wing, making sure that he didn't hurt him, as much as he wanted to.
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Half an hour later, Ron was asleep, Harry was in a trance of bone fixing and trauma treatment and Hermione was hooked up to a drip, the needle piercing her skin. Draco was being treated for trauma and trying to explain what he knew with one of Snape's truth potions.
"Well, I was sitting at the table next to Hermione. I saw Ron stride in and he asked Hermione something. She told him something very softly, so I don't know what it was. Weasley went running, swearing all sorts of things about Potter, killing him and hurting him, that kind of stuff. Granger took off after him, a bit slow and gasping, like it was something hard. But Weasley was faster and I saw him sprinting to the Quidditch pitch, where a dark haired person was flying on a broom. Granger was a long way behind and I took off after them, in case something happened. I don't know why. When I got there, Weasley was stupefied and body bound, Potter was on the floor, with blood everywhere and Granger was running over to Weasley. I told her not to, and she went back to Harry.
I told her to take Weasley but she helped with Ron too. We had just gotten to that chair, where you found them, Professor, and Hermione collapsed. I don't know anything more that you don't sir," Draco said, his fingers combing his hair. Dumbledore nodded and dismisses Draco. McGonagall looked at Dumbledore questioningly.
"Albus, what is going on?" she asked promptly.
"Can't say, Minerva. Granger doesn't want people to know," he replied softly. He turned on his heal, leaving McGonagall to puzzle it out.
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A week later and Harry was beginning to stir. Ron had realised that it wasn't Harry's fault and forgiven him. But Harry had been in a coma for much of the week. Hermione hadn't moved at all, she just lay perfectly still.
"Her.mi.one?" Harry croaked.
"Madam Pomfrey! Professor Dumbledore! Harry is waking up!" Ron yelled. The pair walked in together and stood silently by Harry's bed.
"Her.mi.one?" Harry croaked again.
"Mr. Potter, I'm afraid that Miss Granger collapsed a little over a week ago after your unfortunate incident with Mr. Weasley here. She has not been awake, but I am sure you know why she has not stirred," Dumbledore said quietly. Harry's eyes widened and he tried to sit up when he saw Hermione lying in the bed next to him.
"Poppy, can you bring Mr. Potter's bed up to Miss Granger's?" Dumbledore hollered. Madam Pomfrey jumped, Dumbledore had forgotten she was standing next to him, he was taller than she was. She moved Hermione's bed with a few grunts and pulled down the bar from Hermione's and Harry's and let it become one big bed. Harry put his arm out and touched Hermione's hair, tears springing to his eyes.
Dumbledore excused Ron and Madam Pomfrey and stayed there, watching.
"Harry?" he asked. Harry looked up, his eyes wet with tears.
"I know that you and Hermione share a, bond, might I say, i.e. you and her being together. If you love her enough she will wake up. She is not well though, Harry, not well at all. I believe whilst trying to levitate Mr. Weasley back to the hospital wing she supported you. But before that she had run the whole way to the Quidditch pitch where Mr. Weasley was, kicking you. I would assume that with her running a long way and then supporting you would have made her feel very, very sore. I will leave you but I hope that you can do something. I must tell you that she has been in a severe coma for over a week so it may not work, but you can try, I'm sure," Dumbledore spoke kindly, his sparkling blue eyes dull and 'unsparkly'. Harry nodded and Dumbledore walked out, and turning around, smiled and walked out.
Harry turned back to Hermione, and he started crying, tears poured down his face. He pulled Hermione into his chest, careful of her needle and crying onto her hair. He felt her chest rising and falling, and he began to cry even harder. His tears hit her hair and disappeared into her head. He tugged her up a bit and hugged her and locked lips with her. She breathed in, and Harry stroked at her back.
"Ha.r.r.y." Hermione whispered very, very softly. Harry looked at her and saw her brown, oval eyes fluttering open, blinking rapidly.
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"I wouldn't do that," a voice said. Hermione spun around, faced by Draco's evil glare. Hermione shivered.
She ran back to Harry, torn between kicking Ron, glaring at Draco or picking Harry up and taking him up to the hospital wing. Draco watched as these thoughts crossed her mind, and a plan formed.
"Right, Hermione you take Ron, I'll take Harry," he commanded. Hermione stared at him.
"You.you called me Hermione. And.and.used their names!" Hermione exclaimed, he knew her name?
"I don't have time for chat. Harry is bulky, you couldn't take him, take Ron!" he yelled. She did as she was told, but picked up the boys' wands too. She levitated Ron and helped with Harry, gasping under his weight.
Her body was on fire. She had run to Harry earlier and although it was only a short distance, she had run the whole way from the library, where Ron had confronted her about what was up. She told him, he took off swearing at Harry in such a way it would have made Mrs. Weasley's hair curl. Hermione had run, but after not fully running in eight years, she found it hard to keep up. But now she was paying the price, the ultimate price. She was doubled over in pain and was finding it hard to concentrate on levitating Ron and supporting Harry. She had to put Harry on a chair, and she collapsed on the ground, the pain sinking her to oblivion.
"Granger! Granger! Far out! Granger! Don't do this to me! What's wrong? Granger!" Draco screamed.
She might be a mudblood, but one was falling to the ground, one was unconscious and another had just collapsed, what was he meant to do? He sprinted up to the castle and to Dumbledore's gargoyle.
"Pink fizzle!" he yelled. It swung and he couldn't get up the stairs fast enough.
"Professor!" he called. "Professor!" The door swung open and Dumbledore was standing in the doorway.
"What is it, Draco?" he asked urgently.
"Granger, Potter, Weasley. Not.good. Come.quick" he gasped. Dumbledore was running faster that Draco thought possible. He dashed outside and saw the trio scattered around the lake. He countered the curse on Ron and made Draco take him to the hospital wing. He looked at Harry and Hermione. He chose Hermione.
He picked her up in his arms and levitated Potter. Draco was soon running back out and helped control Harry up to the hospital wing, making sure that he didn't hurt him, as much as he wanted to.
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Half an hour later, Ron was asleep, Harry was in a trance of bone fixing and trauma treatment and Hermione was hooked up to a drip, the needle piercing her skin. Draco was being treated for trauma and trying to explain what he knew with one of Snape's truth potions.
"Well, I was sitting at the table next to Hermione. I saw Ron stride in and he asked Hermione something. She told him something very softly, so I don't know what it was. Weasley went running, swearing all sorts of things about Potter, killing him and hurting him, that kind of stuff. Granger took off after him, a bit slow and gasping, like it was something hard. But Weasley was faster and I saw him sprinting to the Quidditch pitch, where a dark haired person was flying on a broom. Granger was a long way behind and I took off after them, in case something happened. I don't know why. When I got there, Weasley was stupefied and body bound, Potter was on the floor, with blood everywhere and Granger was running over to Weasley. I told her not to, and she went back to Harry.
I told her to take Weasley but she helped with Ron too. We had just gotten to that chair, where you found them, Professor, and Hermione collapsed. I don't know anything more that you don't sir," Draco said, his fingers combing his hair. Dumbledore nodded and dismisses Draco. McGonagall looked at Dumbledore questioningly.
"Albus, what is going on?" she asked promptly.
"Can't say, Minerva. Granger doesn't want people to know," he replied softly. He turned on his heal, leaving McGonagall to puzzle it out.
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A week later and Harry was beginning to stir. Ron had realised that it wasn't Harry's fault and forgiven him. But Harry had been in a coma for much of the week. Hermione hadn't moved at all, she just lay perfectly still.
"Her.mi.one?" Harry croaked.
"Madam Pomfrey! Professor Dumbledore! Harry is waking up!" Ron yelled. The pair walked in together and stood silently by Harry's bed.
"Her.mi.one?" Harry croaked again.
"Mr. Potter, I'm afraid that Miss Granger collapsed a little over a week ago after your unfortunate incident with Mr. Weasley here. She has not been awake, but I am sure you know why she has not stirred," Dumbledore said quietly. Harry's eyes widened and he tried to sit up when he saw Hermione lying in the bed next to him.
"Poppy, can you bring Mr. Potter's bed up to Miss Granger's?" Dumbledore hollered. Madam Pomfrey jumped, Dumbledore had forgotten she was standing next to him, he was taller than she was. She moved Hermione's bed with a few grunts and pulled down the bar from Hermione's and Harry's and let it become one big bed. Harry put his arm out and touched Hermione's hair, tears springing to his eyes.
Dumbledore excused Ron and Madam Pomfrey and stayed there, watching.
"Harry?" he asked. Harry looked up, his eyes wet with tears.
"I know that you and Hermione share a, bond, might I say, i.e. you and her being together. If you love her enough she will wake up. She is not well though, Harry, not well at all. I believe whilst trying to levitate Mr. Weasley back to the hospital wing she supported you. But before that she had run the whole way to the Quidditch pitch where Mr. Weasley was, kicking you. I would assume that with her running a long way and then supporting you would have made her feel very, very sore. I will leave you but I hope that you can do something. I must tell you that she has been in a severe coma for over a week so it may not work, but you can try, I'm sure," Dumbledore spoke kindly, his sparkling blue eyes dull and 'unsparkly'. Harry nodded and Dumbledore walked out, and turning around, smiled and walked out.
Harry turned back to Hermione, and he started crying, tears poured down his face. He pulled Hermione into his chest, careful of her needle and crying onto her hair. He felt her chest rising and falling, and he began to cry even harder. His tears hit her hair and disappeared into her head. He tugged her up a bit and hugged her and locked lips with her. She breathed in, and Harry stroked at her back.
"Ha.r.r.y." Hermione whispered very, very softly. Harry looked at her and saw her brown, oval eyes fluttering open, blinking rapidly.
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