A/N - Dun dun dundundundun . . . here is chapter twelve . . . hope you enjoy it! And I placed chapter eleven over the authors note, just in case you didn't notice. By the way . . . I realise the link didn't work *growls* (you will just have to look up 'oasisrocker' in search), and for all those people out there who like take-offs (and toilet humour). . . I recommend you read 'Barry Trotter and the Unauthorised Parody' by Michael Gerber.
Disclaimer - Yup, you guessed it, I don't own any of JK's characters.
Chapter Twelve
Hermione had been working in her Arithmacy class, which was the last lesson of the day, when she began to get a headache. She tried to ignore it and continue on with her assignment, but her vision started to blur and she couldn't see what she was doing. Hermione put up her hand and asked if she could go to the hospital wing. Her teacher allowed her to go; as she was gathering her parchments she dropped a quill and when she bent down to pick it up her necklace left her skin and fell out of her robes. Hermione's vision cleared and her headache began to ease away, but then she tucked it back into her robes. She began to feel ill again and didn't notice the glow as it touched her skin.
* * * * * * * * * *
The next morning Hermione woke up felling little better than she had the night before. She got up to take a shower; she was always the first one up so she was always first. She turned on the water and got undressed. As she was getting into the shower Hermione caught a glance of herself in the mirror, she had forgotten to take off her necklace. She didn't want to take it off, but she didn't want to wreck it by wearing it in the shower either. She unclipped it and laid it on the basin.
After she got out of the shower she was feeling more clearheaded that before and was hoping that the day was going to be better than the last. Hermione got dressed into her robes and put her necklace back on, and then she went down to the breakfast table where Ron and Harry were waiting for her.
"Feeling better?" Harry asked, while stuffing his face with food.
"Yes, much." She replied, although the sight of all that food made her feel nauseated.
"Good, you won't want to be ill now; we have double potions first up." Ron said dismally, he was not looking forward to seeing Snape.
Hermione's stomach did backflips, potions, Snape, their kiss . . . she sighed; at least she didn't have any more detentions. She had received an owl saying that her presence was not required. When she read it she felt strange, like she was being rejected.
Hermione grabbed a piece of fruit and looked at it; she really didn't feel like eating at all. Ginny grabbed her arm, making her jump.
"Look over there." Ginny whispered.
Hermione looked where she was pointing and saw Draco staring at her with an ugly sneer on his face. He mouthed something at her, but she couldn't make out what it was.
"He freaks me out," Shivered Ginny, "I'm glad Harry has the guts to stand up to him."
Hermione smiled, everyone knew Ginny liked Harry, well, except Harry, and Ron. Maybe she could do a little matchmaking, she knew that Harry had a crush on someone, but could it be Ginny? Hermione smiled at the thought of what Ron would have to say on the matter.
Snape was sitting at the teachers table and he had seen what Draco did, more than that, he knew what Draco had said. He frowned, remembering Draco's threat. Could Draco have possibly done something to Hermione? And if so . . . how did he find out?
* * * * * * * * * *
Sitting in potions, talking about Hermione's present, were Ron and Harry.
"Who do you think gave it to her?" Harry asked.
"A secret admirer? Or maybe she has a boyfriend?" Ron didn't have a clue and didn't really care that much.
"Well, maybe, but I can't really see her not telling us about a boyfriend, and she isn't really the type of person to have a secret admirer." Harry shrugged, "At least we know it isn't me or you."
"Um, well, you were actually my second guess. Or third, however you want to put it." Ron said rather sheepishly.
"I would have given a girl I liked something red and gold, you know like our house colours," Harry paused, "That's it!"
"That is what Potter? I think you mean that's a detention for you and Mr Weasley. Tonight!" Snape practically growled.
Hermione felt a little nauseated and lay her head down on the table. She shut her eyes and tried to concentrate on keeping from displaying the contents of her stomach to the rest of the classroom. She looked up to see how everyone else was doing in their work, she caught Snapes eye and he beckoned her up the front.
"Hermione," He said softly, "Is anything wrong?"
"No, I just don't feel that well." She lied.
"Is there anything you wish to tell me?" He tried again, he saw the look on her face, and it was a mix of longing, sadness and anger.
"Would there be?" She said curtly, "Sorry, I . . . I just can't seem to think straight."
"Alright, get back to work then." He smiled and Hermione did her best to return his grin."
* * * * * * * * * *
At the evening meal, Hermione was sitting next to Ron and across from Harry. She couldn't even bring herself to look at the food on the table. She was just about to get up and attempt to go back to the dorms without being asked too many questions when she vaguely heard her name being called. She looked around confusedly.
"Dumbledore asked you to go up to the teachers table." Harry whispered to her.
Hermione nodded to him. When she stood up she noticed Snape leaving the teachers table. All she could think as she started to walk up there was that he didn't want to talk too her, or see her, she momentarily lost hope and that's when her body gave out. Hermione blanked out as soon as she began to fall, so she didn't hear the collective gasp of the students or see that Snape had started to run towards her. She didn't feel his arms around her as he caught her either.
Zel
Disclaimer - Yup, you guessed it, I don't own any of JK's characters.
Chapter Twelve
Hermione had been working in her Arithmacy class, which was the last lesson of the day, when she began to get a headache. She tried to ignore it and continue on with her assignment, but her vision started to blur and she couldn't see what she was doing. Hermione put up her hand and asked if she could go to the hospital wing. Her teacher allowed her to go; as she was gathering her parchments she dropped a quill and when she bent down to pick it up her necklace left her skin and fell out of her robes. Hermione's vision cleared and her headache began to ease away, but then she tucked it back into her robes. She began to feel ill again and didn't notice the glow as it touched her skin.
* * * * * * * * * *
The next morning Hermione woke up felling little better than she had the night before. She got up to take a shower; she was always the first one up so she was always first. She turned on the water and got undressed. As she was getting into the shower Hermione caught a glance of herself in the mirror, she had forgotten to take off her necklace. She didn't want to take it off, but she didn't want to wreck it by wearing it in the shower either. She unclipped it and laid it on the basin.
After she got out of the shower she was feeling more clearheaded that before and was hoping that the day was going to be better than the last. Hermione got dressed into her robes and put her necklace back on, and then she went down to the breakfast table where Ron and Harry were waiting for her.
"Feeling better?" Harry asked, while stuffing his face with food.
"Yes, much." She replied, although the sight of all that food made her feel nauseated.
"Good, you won't want to be ill now; we have double potions first up." Ron said dismally, he was not looking forward to seeing Snape.
Hermione's stomach did backflips, potions, Snape, their kiss . . . she sighed; at least she didn't have any more detentions. She had received an owl saying that her presence was not required. When she read it she felt strange, like she was being rejected.
Hermione grabbed a piece of fruit and looked at it; she really didn't feel like eating at all. Ginny grabbed her arm, making her jump.
"Look over there." Ginny whispered.
Hermione looked where she was pointing and saw Draco staring at her with an ugly sneer on his face. He mouthed something at her, but she couldn't make out what it was.
"He freaks me out," Shivered Ginny, "I'm glad Harry has the guts to stand up to him."
Hermione smiled, everyone knew Ginny liked Harry, well, except Harry, and Ron. Maybe she could do a little matchmaking, she knew that Harry had a crush on someone, but could it be Ginny? Hermione smiled at the thought of what Ron would have to say on the matter.
Snape was sitting at the teachers table and he had seen what Draco did, more than that, he knew what Draco had said. He frowned, remembering Draco's threat. Could Draco have possibly done something to Hermione? And if so . . . how did he find out?
* * * * * * * * * *
Sitting in potions, talking about Hermione's present, were Ron and Harry.
"Who do you think gave it to her?" Harry asked.
"A secret admirer? Or maybe she has a boyfriend?" Ron didn't have a clue and didn't really care that much.
"Well, maybe, but I can't really see her not telling us about a boyfriend, and she isn't really the type of person to have a secret admirer." Harry shrugged, "At least we know it isn't me or you."
"Um, well, you were actually my second guess. Or third, however you want to put it." Ron said rather sheepishly.
"I would have given a girl I liked something red and gold, you know like our house colours," Harry paused, "That's it!"
"That is what Potter? I think you mean that's a detention for you and Mr Weasley. Tonight!" Snape practically growled.
Hermione felt a little nauseated and lay her head down on the table. She shut her eyes and tried to concentrate on keeping from displaying the contents of her stomach to the rest of the classroom. She looked up to see how everyone else was doing in their work, she caught Snapes eye and he beckoned her up the front.
"Hermione," He said softly, "Is anything wrong?"
"No, I just don't feel that well." She lied.
"Is there anything you wish to tell me?" He tried again, he saw the look on her face, and it was a mix of longing, sadness and anger.
"Would there be?" She said curtly, "Sorry, I . . . I just can't seem to think straight."
"Alright, get back to work then." He smiled and Hermione did her best to return his grin."
* * * * * * * * * *
At the evening meal, Hermione was sitting next to Ron and across from Harry. She couldn't even bring herself to look at the food on the table. She was just about to get up and attempt to go back to the dorms without being asked too many questions when she vaguely heard her name being called. She looked around confusedly.
"Dumbledore asked you to go up to the teachers table." Harry whispered to her.
Hermione nodded to him. When she stood up she noticed Snape leaving the teachers table. All she could think as she started to walk up there was that he didn't want to talk too her, or see her, she momentarily lost hope and that's when her body gave out. Hermione blanked out as soon as she began to fall, so she didn't hear the collective gasp of the students or see that Snape had started to run towards her. She didn't feel his arms around her as he caught her either.
Zel