HP/SS pairing, don't like, don't read. Disclaimer: Own not,
profit not, sue not.
A/N. Just a warning, story includes some/past/ or current references to SS/LM, DM/BZ, HP/DM, HG/RW, HG/GW and maybe more, the more I think about this and write about this the more screwed up it gets. Will now possibly include BZ/GW, and SB/DM.
Yes, well despite the call of study I * sigh * found the time to continue, you had better love me for this.
If this bares any resemblance to your or someone else's story, it was not intentional and I'm very sorry it's not very original.
Chapter 9 Changes
There was a cry of surprise from Mme. Pomphrey as she walked into the room holding the school's most unpopular Professor and it's most popular student. They had moved. Just a little, mind, nothing anyone would normally notice. She was however not one of Britain's best medi-witches for nothing, in many cases the smallest of observations are the most critical. She performed a magical body scan and was disappointed to see that nothing much had changed. A slight weakening of the shield, and when she held a knife to Harry's finger it made a momentary depression before coming back in place.
...
"Headmaster, things are moving along I believe." Albus raised his eyebrows in surprise at this statement.
"Perhaps if I knew to what you referred, I could be of more help." This was stated deliberately and he looked at her meaningfully, the corridor was not safe to discuss anything that merited her accosting him immediately.
"I am referring to the potions and energy supplies in the long term ward, perhaps we should discuss this there." She said this firmly and with a look behind her she was on her way to wards the Great Hall where they were both expected to appear for tea, she was never late and resolved to make sure that no one considered this night to be any different on her account.
"I will discuss this with you directly after dinner." He called to her smoothly, she turned on her heal and said with a nearly forced smile
"Of course Albus, as you wish."
...
Despite her resolve to act as if nothing was wrong, Mme. Pomphrey couldn't sit still, their was just nothing to do about it, eating was just not interesting, she wanted to know what the Headmaster would glean from the changes. This did not go unnoticed. Somehow her years as a friend of the boy who lived had given Hermione the experience to pick up on these sorts of things. Perhaps it had something to do with Harry's illness, if there was such a thing.
...
The library was quiet the evil eye of Mme. Pince was swift to fall on any who dared speak above a decibel. Between to crowded bookshelves a redhead was very confused. "Mione why are we here?"
"I needed to talk with you." She whispered. Ordinarily Ron would have been thrilled to be stuck close between to bookshelves with hi girlfriend but he had the feeling that this wasn't about 'that', he was right. "Do you think they'd tell us?"
"What?" He asked thoroughly confused and somewhat inappropriately aroused by the whole sneaking around thing.
"If," Suddenly he detected a sob in her voice, "If something had happened to Harry." He was worried for his best friend as well but unlike Hermione, he had confidence in the headmaster.
"Don't worry love. I'm sure that it was of great concern we would have been informed, along with Sirius we're pretty much his family and they'd have to tell us."
"Sirius, Ron you're a genius, we'll owl him and ask him what he knows. Surely the headmaster wouldn't keep anything from him." She was so happy and relieved that she did what comes naturally to a muggle born girl who's watched to many teen romances. She stood on tiptoe, flung her arms around Ron's neck and was just about to snog him senseless when her spider senses tingled, she was being watched. Opening her eyes and looking over Ron's shoulder she saw brown eyes staring at her from other side of the bookcase. "Ginny" she breathed.
"Gin, where, oh hay sis! Didn't see you." All he got was a nod of acknowledgment and her eyes were back on Hermione.
"You know we haven't spoken for quite a while I was wondering whether Herm and I could have a chat," her smile nearly reached her eyes but not quite. Ron felt the girl in question tense in his arms.
"What's the rush Gin? We're busy." He tried and failed to lighten the oppressive weight the very air around them had suddenly become.
"Oh you know, girls stuff," She said with a curve of the lips that gave him the impression that the statement meant something different to her. "I sooooo value her friendship, it's like we're sisters, maybe she said looking between the two, "we will be." A voice from behind Ginny startled her.
"I'm sorry, I can't allow you to have this little conversation, even if it is only with the books, whilst other people are trying to work productively in silence." Ginny turned to Mme. Pince and smiled politely.
"Another time then." She said this in the direction of the bookcase. The Librarian just raised an eyebrow as the redhead moved past her. Ron felt Hermione's weight as she practically fell against him, burrowing her face into his chest.
"Some day maybe you'll tell me?" He whispered into her hair, kissing her hair lightly.
"I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you." He felt her smile against his chest. She'd be Ok.
...
At the table where she sat working productively in silence Blaise Zabini heard the whole exchange. Perhaps the Gryffindor's were like her own house, the front was united. The façade perfectly decorated but the walls at the sides and 'round the back were crumbling. Watching as weasel girl left there was something about her, a predatory stealth in the way she had handled the other two, in the way she walked and her measured conversation. If she had chosen sides she might be on the wrong one, if she'd chosen.
...
"What have you got for me Poppy." The headmaster's eyes were sparkling, not with their usual merriment but with apprehension.
"They'd moved when I came in this morning, moved Albus."
"Had anyone been in? Was there any indication, any sign..."
"My wards were intact, no one had come, I promise you. They moved by themselves and their shield are weakening."
"What ever they needed, what ever this was for, it must be moving. They must be closer to achieving what ever it was, what ever their subconscious's wanted, they must be close. They could wake at any time, they must not be allowed to leave this room," he was pacing now stroking his beard in a most thoughtful and comical fashion, "We must ward the doors so that they can not leave without us, I need to know the moment they wake." He looked affectionately at the two sleeping figures. "You were able to get some results from the body scan, can you set a charm to alert the two of us when they wake."
"Probably Sir, I'll try"
"Good, we'll get to the bottom of this eventually Poppy, you'll see."
Well here it is
Sorta, anyways...
Next time more hp/ss interaction
Minds out of gutters, talking
R&R * hugs * Liadan Di
A/N. Just a warning, story includes some/past/ or current references to SS/LM, DM/BZ, HP/DM, HG/RW, HG/GW and maybe more, the more I think about this and write about this the more screwed up it gets. Will now possibly include BZ/GW, and SB/DM.
Yes, well despite the call of study I * sigh * found the time to continue, you had better love me for this.
If this bares any resemblance to your or someone else's story, it was not intentional and I'm very sorry it's not very original.
Chapter 9 Changes
There was a cry of surprise from Mme. Pomphrey as she walked into the room holding the school's most unpopular Professor and it's most popular student. They had moved. Just a little, mind, nothing anyone would normally notice. She was however not one of Britain's best medi-witches for nothing, in many cases the smallest of observations are the most critical. She performed a magical body scan and was disappointed to see that nothing much had changed. A slight weakening of the shield, and when she held a knife to Harry's finger it made a momentary depression before coming back in place.
...
"Headmaster, things are moving along I believe." Albus raised his eyebrows in surprise at this statement.
"Perhaps if I knew to what you referred, I could be of more help." This was stated deliberately and he looked at her meaningfully, the corridor was not safe to discuss anything that merited her accosting him immediately.
"I am referring to the potions and energy supplies in the long term ward, perhaps we should discuss this there." She said this firmly and with a look behind her she was on her way to wards the Great Hall where they were both expected to appear for tea, she was never late and resolved to make sure that no one considered this night to be any different on her account.
"I will discuss this with you directly after dinner." He called to her smoothly, she turned on her heal and said with a nearly forced smile
"Of course Albus, as you wish."
...
Despite her resolve to act as if nothing was wrong, Mme. Pomphrey couldn't sit still, their was just nothing to do about it, eating was just not interesting, she wanted to know what the Headmaster would glean from the changes. This did not go unnoticed. Somehow her years as a friend of the boy who lived had given Hermione the experience to pick up on these sorts of things. Perhaps it had something to do with Harry's illness, if there was such a thing.
...
The library was quiet the evil eye of Mme. Pince was swift to fall on any who dared speak above a decibel. Between to crowded bookshelves a redhead was very confused. "Mione why are we here?"
"I needed to talk with you." She whispered. Ordinarily Ron would have been thrilled to be stuck close between to bookshelves with hi girlfriend but he had the feeling that this wasn't about 'that', he was right. "Do you think they'd tell us?"
"What?" He asked thoroughly confused and somewhat inappropriately aroused by the whole sneaking around thing.
"If," Suddenly he detected a sob in her voice, "If something had happened to Harry." He was worried for his best friend as well but unlike Hermione, he had confidence in the headmaster.
"Don't worry love. I'm sure that it was of great concern we would have been informed, along with Sirius we're pretty much his family and they'd have to tell us."
"Sirius, Ron you're a genius, we'll owl him and ask him what he knows. Surely the headmaster wouldn't keep anything from him." She was so happy and relieved that she did what comes naturally to a muggle born girl who's watched to many teen romances. She stood on tiptoe, flung her arms around Ron's neck and was just about to snog him senseless when her spider senses tingled, she was being watched. Opening her eyes and looking over Ron's shoulder she saw brown eyes staring at her from other side of the bookcase. "Ginny" she breathed.
"Gin, where, oh hay sis! Didn't see you." All he got was a nod of acknowledgment and her eyes were back on Hermione.
"You know we haven't spoken for quite a while I was wondering whether Herm and I could have a chat," her smile nearly reached her eyes but not quite. Ron felt the girl in question tense in his arms.
"What's the rush Gin? We're busy." He tried and failed to lighten the oppressive weight the very air around them had suddenly become.
"Oh you know, girls stuff," She said with a curve of the lips that gave him the impression that the statement meant something different to her. "I sooooo value her friendship, it's like we're sisters, maybe she said looking between the two, "we will be." A voice from behind Ginny startled her.
"I'm sorry, I can't allow you to have this little conversation, even if it is only with the books, whilst other people are trying to work productively in silence." Ginny turned to Mme. Pince and smiled politely.
"Another time then." She said this in the direction of the bookcase. The Librarian just raised an eyebrow as the redhead moved past her. Ron felt Hermione's weight as she practically fell against him, burrowing her face into his chest.
"Some day maybe you'll tell me?" He whispered into her hair, kissing her hair lightly.
"I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you." He felt her smile against his chest. She'd be Ok.
...
At the table where she sat working productively in silence Blaise Zabini heard the whole exchange. Perhaps the Gryffindor's were like her own house, the front was united. The façade perfectly decorated but the walls at the sides and 'round the back were crumbling. Watching as weasel girl left there was something about her, a predatory stealth in the way she had handled the other two, in the way she walked and her measured conversation. If she had chosen sides she might be on the wrong one, if she'd chosen.
...
"What have you got for me Poppy." The headmaster's eyes were sparkling, not with their usual merriment but with apprehension.
"They'd moved when I came in this morning, moved Albus."
"Had anyone been in? Was there any indication, any sign..."
"My wards were intact, no one had come, I promise you. They moved by themselves and their shield are weakening."
"What ever they needed, what ever this was for, it must be moving. They must be closer to achieving what ever it was, what ever their subconscious's wanted, they must be close. They could wake at any time, they must not be allowed to leave this room," he was pacing now stroking his beard in a most thoughtful and comical fashion, "We must ward the doors so that they can not leave without us, I need to know the moment they wake." He looked affectionately at the two sleeping figures. "You were able to get some results from the body scan, can you set a charm to alert the two of us when they wake."
"Probably Sir, I'll try"
"Good, we'll get to the bottom of this eventually Poppy, you'll see."
Well here it is
Sorta, anyways...
Next time more hp/ss interaction
Minds out of gutters, talking
R&R * hugs * Liadan Di