Harder To Breathe
By Samantha Turner
Chapter Three
I watched, horrified, as Snape broke into Granger's mind. I heard her scream, and watched as she lurched all over her bed, putting up a fight with the male healers that struggled to keep her down. Once her screaming had quieted down to a few shrieks, I looked over towards the images that were playing through the air.
I watched as Voldermort pitched her and her mother down the stairs, I could almost feel pain in my back as I saw her hit the ground with terrible, bone jarring force.
I looked back toward's Granger, who was sobbing hysterically, I felt another twinge of guilt. I had helped them do this to her....
I looked back up, just in time to see the last image. She was standing out in the pouring rain, brown hair that then looked silver plastered to her face, tears escaping her eyes and mixing with the blood and mascara. The image lingered a few minuets, haunting me with the feeling that hit me in the stomache just then.
My eyes were attached to the ceiling, when he came in. I didn't even have to look at him, to know who it was. I felt the anger well back up inside my body.
"Miss Granger?" His slimy voice caressed me, making me want to crawl out of my skin. "How are you feeling?"
"Go away." I spit out. I let my eyes drift from the ceiling to his sallow, hook nosed face. I narrowed my eyes into a lethal glare, and was slightly suprised, and satisfied, when he swayed back, as if I had thrown something at him.
"Listen, I'm sorry Miss Granger, but..."
"I don't, want to hear it." I hissed through clenched teeth. I watched as he stared at me, the hair on the back of my neck standing up as he did so. I didn't like his eyes on me...he always made me feel dirty...unpure.
My eyes went back to the ceiling, and I heard him leave. The tears again came to my eyes. I mentally kicked myself for being so weak.
'No wonder Voldermort had come after me,' I thought, 'I must have looked like a pretty easy target.'
After watching Snape come out of the room, slightly defeated, I mustered up all the courage I could find (Mind you, Slytherin's lack alot), and marched past Snape and into the room.
This simply had to stop.
"Hermione," I snapped as soon as I got in, the elated feeling of bravery washed it's way through my body. "We need to talk."
I watched her eyes snap open, she slowly brought herself up into a sitting position and glared at me. I slowly felt the couragous feeling start to leave me, I struggled to grasp it, but unfortunantly, lost.
"What?" She asked calmly.
"Uh...I..." I felt my stomache flutter. The feeling I had grown to hate over the past day once again invaded me, stripping my scenses and leaving me there to deal.
She arched an eyebrow. Her golden eyes still glared steadily into mine. Damn you, Granger.
"How are you feeling?" I put in lamely. I hung my head slightly, in silent defeat.
"Fine." She snapped. "Why don't you just ask me what you really want to ask me? I'm tired of people comming in to ask me something and instead asking me how I am."
"I'm not hear to ask you anything..." I mummbled. "I'm hear to tell you something, I just don't think I can."