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ZZZZZIINNGGG . . . . . . Harry Potter's Seventh Year
"Mione, could you pass me that "Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7"? Mione? HERMIONE???" Harry yelled at Hermione who was staring, transfixed, at the fire. Harry walked slowly towards her and stood at eye level. Hermione's eyes were blank and she did not appear to know that Harry was standing right in front of her. Harry moved his hand over Hermione's face but she did not respond. Harry started to get worried. Hermione didn't behave like this. He stood up and tapped Ron on the shoulder. After the incident where Ron had slapped Hermione so viciously that she had passed out for one hour, he relented and made up with Harry as a form of apology to Hermione. Ron spun around.
"What?"
"It's Hermione. There's something wrong with her. She won't respond when I wave my hand over her face."
"I'll go check." Ron crossed the common room and shook Hermione slightly on her shoulder, whispering, "Hermione? Are you alright? Hermione??" Ron went back to Harry, saying, "You're right. She's lost her marbles." They both stared worriedly at Hermione and decided to ask Parvati and Lavender, her dorm-mates, to wake her up. Maybe her brain just shut down. Having being made Head Girl, her workload had increased enormously.
Ron crept behind Parvati, his new girlfriend, wrapped his arms around her waist as she was finishing her Transfiguration homework and whispered in her ear, "Hi, sweetie." Parvati didn't need a genius to figure out whose voice that was. She turned around, placed her hands around Ron's neck and kissed him. That was her special form of greeting boyfriends. She stroked Ron's hair lovingly and just as Ron was going to reach under her shirt to her bra, he was knocked out of his trance by a sharp hit on his shoulder and a sarcastic voice, "Sorry to break up you two lovebirds, but there's someone who needs your help."
Ron broke out of the kiss abruptly, looked accusingly at Harry as if he disturbed their fun and sat down on an armchair, pulling Parvati down on his lap and kissing her again, his hand moving up Parvati's smooth back under her shirt to remove her bra again. Parvati giggled delightfully and a tingly feeling ran through her body. Harry rolled his eyes. He just couldn't ask Ron to do anything if it involved Parvati. Luckily it was Christmas and everyone else had gone, if not . . . well, you wouldn't want to know. Harry sought help from Lavender.
"There's something wrong with her. She keeps staring at the fire and won't respond at any of my actions."
"I'll take a look at her." Lavender went to Hermione and tried all sorts of ways to shake Hermione out of her trance, but failed. Harry felt helpless. His love was in this state and he couldn't do anything to help her. There was only one thing to do.
Harry walked over to Hermione, gripped her shoulders and planted a tender kiss on her lips. It always worked in situations like this. After a while, Hermione's hands grasped Harry's elbows and Harry broke out of his kiss gently and asked, "Love, are you alright?" Hermione looked lost. She looked around and Harry's concerned face swam into vision. Next moment, she was sobbing in Harry's arms. Harry was taken aback. He gently rubbed Hermione's back until the tears subsided. Hermione looked up at Harry, face tear- stricken, and choked, "H-Harry, I-I saw M-M-Marcus Flint raping me. Then I saw . . . I saw . . . I-I saw Malfoy trying to kiss me. A-After that he g- got me drunk and r-r-raped me in bed." Harry felt shocked. How . . . how could Hermione see all this? He couldn't comfort Hermione in any way whatsoever. He felt helpless again. He hugged Hermione again as he felt that it was the only kind of protection he could give to her. Ron tapped Harry on the shoulder.
"Everything all right?"
"Hermione dreamt that . . . she dreamt that Marcus Flint and Malfoy raped her. No, she didn't dream all that. She saw it." Ron looked thunderstruck.
"Do you mean that . . . she can see the future?"
"I don't know," Harry's voice shook. "Let's hope she can't, or else . . . unimaginable things will happen to her." Harry carried Hermione to her dorm and stayed by her bedside the whole night. If what she saw really was the future, he couldn't let anything happen to her at all.
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Hi folks! The exams are over and I can RELAX!!!!! No more studying!! Thanks for waiting so long. I gotta go now, and stay tuned to Harry Potter: 6th year onwards!!!!! (My new story title).
Amanda.
ZZZZZIINNGGG . . . . . . Harry Potter's Seventh Year
"Mione, could you pass me that "Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7"? Mione? HERMIONE???" Harry yelled at Hermione who was staring, transfixed, at the fire. Harry walked slowly towards her and stood at eye level. Hermione's eyes were blank and she did not appear to know that Harry was standing right in front of her. Harry moved his hand over Hermione's face but she did not respond. Harry started to get worried. Hermione didn't behave like this. He stood up and tapped Ron on the shoulder. After the incident where Ron had slapped Hermione so viciously that she had passed out for one hour, he relented and made up with Harry as a form of apology to Hermione. Ron spun around.
"What?"
"It's Hermione. There's something wrong with her. She won't respond when I wave my hand over her face."
"I'll go check." Ron crossed the common room and shook Hermione slightly on her shoulder, whispering, "Hermione? Are you alright? Hermione??" Ron went back to Harry, saying, "You're right. She's lost her marbles." They both stared worriedly at Hermione and decided to ask Parvati and Lavender, her dorm-mates, to wake her up. Maybe her brain just shut down. Having being made Head Girl, her workload had increased enormously.
Ron crept behind Parvati, his new girlfriend, wrapped his arms around her waist as she was finishing her Transfiguration homework and whispered in her ear, "Hi, sweetie." Parvati didn't need a genius to figure out whose voice that was. She turned around, placed her hands around Ron's neck and kissed him. That was her special form of greeting boyfriends. She stroked Ron's hair lovingly and just as Ron was going to reach under her shirt to her bra, he was knocked out of his trance by a sharp hit on his shoulder and a sarcastic voice, "Sorry to break up you two lovebirds, but there's someone who needs your help."
Ron broke out of the kiss abruptly, looked accusingly at Harry as if he disturbed their fun and sat down on an armchair, pulling Parvati down on his lap and kissing her again, his hand moving up Parvati's smooth back under her shirt to remove her bra again. Parvati giggled delightfully and a tingly feeling ran through her body. Harry rolled his eyes. He just couldn't ask Ron to do anything if it involved Parvati. Luckily it was Christmas and everyone else had gone, if not . . . well, you wouldn't want to know. Harry sought help from Lavender.
"There's something wrong with her. She keeps staring at the fire and won't respond at any of my actions."
"I'll take a look at her." Lavender went to Hermione and tried all sorts of ways to shake Hermione out of her trance, but failed. Harry felt helpless. His love was in this state and he couldn't do anything to help her. There was only one thing to do.
Harry walked over to Hermione, gripped her shoulders and planted a tender kiss on her lips. It always worked in situations like this. After a while, Hermione's hands grasped Harry's elbows and Harry broke out of his kiss gently and asked, "Love, are you alright?" Hermione looked lost. She looked around and Harry's concerned face swam into vision. Next moment, she was sobbing in Harry's arms. Harry was taken aback. He gently rubbed Hermione's back until the tears subsided. Hermione looked up at Harry, face tear- stricken, and choked, "H-Harry, I-I saw M-M-Marcus Flint raping me. Then I saw . . . I saw . . . I-I saw Malfoy trying to kiss me. A-After that he g- got me drunk and r-r-raped me in bed." Harry felt shocked. How . . . how could Hermione see all this? He couldn't comfort Hermione in any way whatsoever. He felt helpless again. He hugged Hermione again as he felt that it was the only kind of protection he could give to her. Ron tapped Harry on the shoulder.
"Everything all right?"
"Hermione dreamt that . . . she dreamt that Marcus Flint and Malfoy raped her. No, she didn't dream all that. She saw it." Ron looked thunderstruck.
"Do you mean that . . . she can see the future?"
"I don't know," Harry's voice shook. "Let's hope she can't, or else . . . unimaginable things will happen to her." Harry carried Hermione to her dorm and stayed by her bedside the whole night. If what she saw really was the future, he couldn't let anything happen to her at all.
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Hi folks! The exams are over and I can RELAX!!!!! No more studying!! Thanks for waiting so long. I gotta go now, and stay tuned to Harry Potter: 6th year onwards!!!!! (My new story title).
Amanda.