Author's Note- Okay I am officially obsessed. Tom Felton is my GOD. Carleen
and I went to ROTK and they showed a preview for HP3. Tom had his hair
down. I did this weird kind of scream type thing. And then I was in heaven.
I have watched that preview on the website like thirteen times. I dream
about him now! And obsessions are good. I think. And now for June 4th,
Carleen and I are going to dress up as Slytherins^_^. Any who, you can read
the story now.Warning! I seem to have lost track of time in this story..
Let's just say we start off on a Saturday morning. Hurrah!
******
Hermione awoke a headache that was killing her. She tried to remember where she was but no memories of the previous night were coming to her. Now that he thought about it, no memories of anything were coming to her.
She got up from a stone bed she was lying on to find out where she was, but as she got up her legs gave out from under her and she fell to the floor.
"Man, I must have drank a lot last night. But I don't remember doing it. Where's Draco?" She tried to get up again and this time succeeded. "Man, I need a shower."
She blinked her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She realized she was in a dungeon by the lack of light. Hermione didn't remember any of her relationships except for her deep love for Draco. She didn't know who Ron was and if someone asked about Harry Potter she would think they were crazy. Hermione stumbled out of the room and bumped into Draco.
"Oh Draco. What the hell did I drink last night?"
"More than you might think." he replied putting his arm around her shoulder and leading her into the entranceway of Hogwarts.
*****
It was a very cold and dreary day out in the Quidditch field. The sky had turned a smoky grey and a slight drizzle of rain was falling from the sky. And even though the weather was terrible, Angelina had still brought the team out for their bi-weekly practice.
As the team walked out onto the field Ginny's mind was racing with worry. She had decided to fall off her broom today and was still really nervous. She had been arguing with herself whether to go through with it or not and this distraught had stopped her from talking with Harry as much as she used to. Ginny sighed and hopped on her broom.
She flew high into the sky. She looked around at her teammates who were playing a quick scrimmage with each other.
"Here it goes," Ginny closed her eyes and released her grip from her broom.
Ginny felt the wind zoom past her face and she imagined herself as one of the rain droplets tumbling to the ground. Soon she felt a sharp, yet soft, pain in her shoulder blades and in her knees. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she found herself looking into the eyes of Harry Potter.
She sat up in his arms and thanked him for saving her, even though on the inside she knew that she would now have to do it again. And this time would be harder since she knew what it felt like to fall.
Once everyone was certain Ginny was okay, they all jumped back on their brooms and continued practice. Harry looked over at Ginny with a concerned eye and then joined the others in the sky.
"If only you knew," Ginny thought to herself.
Once at the same altitude as before, Ginny fell from her broom once more. At the opposite end of the field Harry was practicing chasing the snitch. Ginny knew it was too far a distance for him to catch her, so she felt confident the baby would die this time. And yet, when she was metres away from her crash she was caught once more by Harry.
"Ginny, are you sure you're able to fly? That's the second time you've fallen." Angelina asked when they were on the ground.
"Yes, of course. I guess I was just feeling light-headed."
"Well I suggest you fly low for the remainder of the practice. I don't want any injuries before our match against Ravenclaw."
Ginny nodded and took her broom from Ron's hands. Who also had a worried look on his face.
Ginny flew a few feet above the ground and went into deep thought on how she could injure the baby from this altitude. She had circled the field several times before the idea came to her.
She leaned forward on her broom and started to travel at a speed that most people would refer to as "break-neck". And when Ginny had reached this speed she tilted her broom's nose slightly forward. This made the broom collide with the ground as well as sending Ginny flying.
While Ginny toppled over the dark green grass she smiled knowing that her work was done. Or was it?
******
Hermione and Draco were just entering the entrance hall when the front doors crashed open. Harry, Ron, and the rest of the Quidditch team came rushing in carrying a limp Ginny.
"Hermione!" Ron gasped, "Help us get Ginny to the hospital wing. She took a nasty tumble off her broom and needs serious help!"
Hermione smiled blankly. "Of course! And you are?"
"Come on Hermione," Harry said frustrated, "No time for games! She's seriously hurt!"
"Why should I help someone I don't know? It's not like I care!"
"What the-" Harry started but Ron interrupted with a, "No time!" and they raced off to the hospital wing.
"Draco," Hermione asked, "Who were those people?"
"The ugly red headed one is Ron Weasley. We hate him. Remember? He tried to kill you once. And the other one is Harry Potter. Quite famous, actually. Personally I think he's arrogant and big headed. We despise him." The lies slipped out of Draco's mouth without any hesitation.
"Oh. okay! Whatever you say! Hey look!" Hermione pointed to a sign posted on the bulletin board. "There's a Halloween Ball coming up! Oh can we go Draco? Please?"
"Sure, why not? I'll buy you a new dress robe in Hogsmeade tomorrow. Price is no problem!"
"Hurrah! Wheee!" Hermione jumped up and down and ran in circles.
"You're scaring me, Hermione.," Draco said flatly.
"Sorry! I'm just so happy!"
"That's good. Now-"
"Draco, why do you always wear a shirt? It really bugs me!"
Draco smirked and the two left the hall and went into an empty classroom to make-out.
******
Hermione awoke a headache that was killing her. She tried to remember where she was but no memories of the previous night were coming to her. Now that he thought about it, no memories of anything were coming to her.
She got up from a stone bed she was lying on to find out where she was, but as she got up her legs gave out from under her and she fell to the floor.
"Man, I must have drank a lot last night. But I don't remember doing it. Where's Draco?" She tried to get up again and this time succeeded. "Man, I need a shower."
She blinked her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She realized she was in a dungeon by the lack of light. Hermione didn't remember any of her relationships except for her deep love for Draco. She didn't know who Ron was and if someone asked about Harry Potter she would think they were crazy. Hermione stumbled out of the room and bumped into Draco.
"Oh Draco. What the hell did I drink last night?"
"More than you might think." he replied putting his arm around her shoulder and leading her into the entranceway of Hogwarts.
*****
It was a very cold and dreary day out in the Quidditch field. The sky had turned a smoky grey and a slight drizzle of rain was falling from the sky. And even though the weather was terrible, Angelina had still brought the team out for their bi-weekly practice.
As the team walked out onto the field Ginny's mind was racing with worry. She had decided to fall off her broom today and was still really nervous. She had been arguing with herself whether to go through with it or not and this distraught had stopped her from talking with Harry as much as she used to. Ginny sighed and hopped on her broom.
She flew high into the sky. She looked around at her teammates who were playing a quick scrimmage with each other.
"Here it goes," Ginny closed her eyes and released her grip from her broom.
Ginny felt the wind zoom past her face and she imagined herself as one of the rain droplets tumbling to the ground. Soon she felt a sharp, yet soft, pain in her shoulder blades and in her knees. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she found herself looking into the eyes of Harry Potter.
She sat up in his arms and thanked him for saving her, even though on the inside she knew that she would now have to do it again. And this time would be harder since she knew what it felt like to fall.
Once everyone was certain Ginny was okay, they all jumped back on their brooms and continued practice. Harry looked over at Ginny with a concerned eye and then joined the others in the sky.
"If only you knew," Ginny thought to herself.
Once at the same altitude as before, Ginny fell from her broom once more. At the opposite end of the field Harry was practicing chasing the snitch. Ginny knew it was too far a distance for him to catch her, so she felt confident the baby would die this time. And yet, when she was metres away from her crash she was caught once more by Harry.
"Ginny, are you sure you're able to fly? That's the second time you've fallen." Angelina asked when they were on the ground.
"Yes, of course. I guess I was just feeling light-headed."
"Well I suggest you fly low for the remainder of the practice. I don't want any injuries before our match against Ravenclaw."
Ginny nodded and took her broom from Ron's hands. Who also had a worried look on his face.
Ginny flew a few feet above the ground and went into deep thought on how she could injure the baby from this altitude. She had circled the field several times before the idea came to her.
She leaned forward on her broom and started to travel at a speed that most people would refer to as "break-neck". And when Ginny had reached this speed she tilted her broom's nose slightly forward. This made the broom collide with the ground as well as sending Ginny flying.
While Ginny toppled over the dark green grass she smiled knowing that her work was done. Or was it?
******
Hermione and Draco were just entering the entrance hall when the front doors crashed open. Harry, Ron, and the rest of the Quidditch team came rushing in carrying a limp Ginny.
"Hermione!" Ron gasped, "Help us get Ginny to the hospital wing. She took a nasty tumble off her broom and needs serious help!"
Hermione smiled blankly. "Of course! And you are?"
"Come on Hermione," Harry said frustrated, "No time for games! She's seriously hurt!"
"Why should I help someone I don't know? It's not like I care!"
"What the-" Harry started but Ron interrupted with a, "No time!" and they raced off to the hospital wing.
"Draco," Hermione asked, "Who were those people?"
"The ugly red headed one is Ron Weasley. We hate him. Remember? He tried to kill you once. And the other one is Harry Potter. Quite famous, actually. Personally I think he's arrogant and big headed. We despise him." The lies slipped out of Draco's mouth without any hesitation.
"Oh. okay! Whatever you say! Hey look!" Hermione pointed to a sign posted on the bulletin board. "There's a Halloween Ball coming up! Oh can we go Draco? Please?"
"Sure, why not? I'll buy you a new dress robe in Hogsmeade tomorrow. Price is no problem!"
"Hurrah! Wheee!" Hermione jumped up and down and ran in circles.
"You're scaring me, Hermione.," Draco said flatly.
"Sorry! I'm just so happy!"
"That's good. Now-"
"Draco, why do you always wear a shirt? It really bugs me!"
Draco smirked and the two left the hall and went into an empty classroom to make-out.