Chapter 2: Awakening

Second chapter! Took so long to sit down to write this. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope if I wrote Harry Potter I would have made this story the sixth book! But since I didn't I guess this is the only place it will ever be published!

Any mistakes please forgive and if I got a name wrong don't yell just correct me nicely please.

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"You have to leave now Mister Potter," said Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm not going to leave her until I know she's ok," insisted Harry.

"She will be fine you must leave NOW Harry!"

"Uhhh," moaned Hermione from the nearby hospital bed. Harry ran to her side to comfort her. Madam Pomfrey went to get some medication for Hermione.

"Did … did it work?" asked Hermione, opening her eyes and seeing Harry by her side.

"Did what work?" asked Harry. Puzzled by her question.

"Nu …. Nothing," replied Hermione as her eyes completely opened.

"Now drink this Hermione and then Harry you have to leave," said Madam Pomfrey.

Hermione drank the potion and said goodbye to Harry as he left for Herbology. Harry was walking down the hallway when all of a sudden he saw he was holding the pin. 'What? I didn't talk this out of my bag,' he thought. Then he noticed the jewel was glowing! It was giving off a red glow and it made a humming sound.

"Hmmmm. Love me. Be mine. Love me," hummed the pin. Harry almost dropped the pin but it somehow stayed in his hand. He was so surprised by the pin even being able to speak it took him a few minuets to fully understand what it was saying. The pin was sweet talking him! A face appeared inside the jewel. Before Harry could make out who it was the jewel stopped glowing.

"Your late Mr. Potter," Professor Sprout said.

"Sorry Professor, I was in the hospital wing."

"Are you hurt?" she asked interested.

"No, I was there checking up on Hermione."

"For 15 minuets?"

"She just woke up."

"Alright get into your place. Now we can begin, again."

Harry took his place and put the pin in his pocket. Ron moved so that he was standing in a place where Professor Sprout wouldn't see him whisper to Harry.

"Is she ok?" he asked.

"I think so," said Harry troubled.

"What is it Harry? I can see you're worried about her."

"Not her exactly, what she said…."

"What did she say?"

" 'Did it work?' What do you think she was talking about?"

"I don't know, do you?"

"No, but I'm going to find out," said Harry as he touched the pin in his pocket.

The class started up again. Today in Herbology they where replanting Bleeding Hearts. Not ordinary bleeding hearts that muggles plant in their gardens but the magic kind. The magic Bleeding Hearts that the students where replanting would bleed if scratched even in the tiniest spot. There Heads of the flowers would spout blood every once and awhile but not much. 'What a joke, Bleeding Hearts on Valentines Day; I hope Hermione is ok. Oh I'm going to kill Molfoy!' Without noticing Harry started to ring the head of the Bleeding Heart he was replanting. It started to spout blood from the flower head.

"Harry do you plan on killing all the flowers?" asked Ron.

"What," said Harry coming back to reality.

"Will you stop killing that flower? It's covering me with blood," said Ron.

"Right ok," replied Harry releasing the flower. Just then the class ended and Harry and Ron headed for transfiguration.