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~*~ = Hermione's POV
~!~ = Draco's POV
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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was whispering voices above me. I would say "How Cliché," but, I am not in the mood, and I have one heckuva headache. Groaning, I sat up, eyes still closed.
"Hermione?" I heard Zoë whisper, "How are you feeling honey?"
I turned the direction of her voice and opened my eyes, about to tell her about my headache, but was stopped with a sudden realization. My eyes weren't open. Strange, never really noticed before when they weren't, and so of course, I do the obvious thing, try to open them. And, I couldn't, because they were already open, except they couldn't be open, because I couldn't see. AHH!
And that's exactly what I said. "AHH! I CAN'T SEE! I CAN'T SEE! BLOODY MURDER! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I started frantically groping with my hands for an aunt Zoë who was trying to calm me as well as she could.
"Mia. . . Hermione. . . HERMIONE!" At this sudden outburst I froze and put my hands in my lap. "Okay, 'Mione, you have to hear me out, its only a side effect of the loss room. Because your eyes were open when you fell in,"
I cut her off saying, "How long."
I felt the bed bounce and assumed she had jumped at my question. In a whisper she said, "At least a week. . . "
"A WEEK! NO! No. This is not happening to me."
" Hermione, please,"
"No, see, Zoë, you don't get it! This is all a joke! In about a minute I will wake up, and we will replay this, without me being blind." When I finished this impromptu speech, I slid off the side of the bed and groped my way outside, holding my hands out in front of me. When I found it to be safe, I began running at breakneck speed. I don't know why I did. I just did.
~!~
I sat at the table with Jake. Things were becoming very twisted, very fast. What the heck is going on? OK, so Hermione's blind now. How'd that happen? And why did it happen? And why on earth do I care? Okay, (not to be repetitive or anything,) but we had had a truce in 7th year. That didn't mean we liked each other. It just meant we didn't fight. I sighed. This makes no sense. I somehow managed to hear my brother say he was going upstairs in my busy mind. This statement snapped me out of my trance, and I followed him, climbing the steps to where you could hear the now awake Herman yelling. I sighed again. I honestly don't know why I care. Whatever. With that, I continued my journey just in time to hear someone get off the bed and start running.
~*~
As I said, I ran. It didn't really matter anymore. I mean, being blind, was NOT on my to do list for this summer. I heard Jake yell "Hermione! Stop!" Before I was hit by something about waist high.
Before I knew what was happening, I flipped off of what I now know was the railing to the staircase, and fell. And not for the first time, I wished this actually were a dream.
*3 hours later*
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Dear Diary,
First of all, I would like you to congratulate me on being able to write this. In fact, the only reason I can is because I was just given a quill that writes whatever I tell it to. Therefore, I shall tell you the events of today.
And you will not believe them. Have you ever thought you were in a dream? I mean, you're a diary, of course, you haven't, but I mean, really. That was how I was today. I woke up today and I was blind. Yeah, I know, it sucks doesn't it? My blindness was caused by this gay room in this house called The Room of Loss, which causes loss of whatever senses that the trespasser of the room comes into direct contact with. Therefore, because my eyes were open, I lost use of them. I didn't lose my taste because my mouth was closed, and I didn't lose my hearing because the goop didn't reach my eardrum. And I was fished out before any permanent damage. But, now I'm stuck here with perhaps weeks of no seeing. I mean, people are blind every day, but not me. You know?
So anyway, I wake up, and I'm blind. In my blindness I create a scene, and guess what I do? I run, flip off the stair railing, and fall on Jake's younger brother "D," (who refuses to tell me his whole name) and we fall down the stairs. Graceful way to meet, huh?
Well, this D guy was really cool about it all. I mean, he sounded kind of dazed about it, but you know. I suddenly wish I had taken a better look at him. I suddenly wish I had paid more attention to everything. I would remember the translucent look of the water, remember the small unruly curls of my aunt's hair, although I already do, I suddenly find myself grasping onto the smallest detail, and they seem to be leaving. Strange how this D guy can make me laugh anyway. I think I am going to tell him I have decided "D" stands for "Dude." Lol. I'm such a nerd.
Hermione
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AN – sad chapter. Writers block. I used And and But a lot to start sentences. O well.
Luv yalls.
story! Yay!
~*~ = Hermione's POV
~!~ = Draco's POV
_________________________
~*~
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was whispering voices above me. I would say "How Cliché," but, I am not in the mood, and I have one heckuva headache. Groaning, I sat up, eyes still closed.
"Hermione?" I heard Zoë whisper, "How are you feeling honey?"
I turned the direction of her voice and opened my eyes, about to tell her about my headache, but was stopped with a sudden realization. My eyes weren't open. Strange, never really noticed before when they weren't, and so of course, I do the obvious thing, try to open them. And, I couldn't, because they were already open, except they couldn't be open, because I couldn't see. AHH!
And that's exactly what I said. "AHH! I CAN'T SEE! I CAN'T SEE! BLOODY MURDER! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I started frantically groping with my hands for an aunt Zoë who was trying to calm me as well as she could.
"Mia. . . Hermione. . . HERMIONE!" At this sudden outburst I froze and put my hands in my lap. "Okay, 'Mione, you have to hear me out, its only a side effect of the loss room. Because your eyes were open when you fell in,"
I cut her off saying, "How long."
I felt the bed bounce and assumed she had jumped at my question. In a whisper she said, "At least a week. . . "
"A WEEK! NO! No. This is not happening to me."
" Hermione, please,"
"No, see, Zoë, you don't get it! This is all a joke! In about a minute I will wake up, and we will replay this, without me being blind." When I finished this impromptu speech, I slid off the side of the bed and groped my way outside, holding my hands out in front of me. When I found it to be safe, I began running at breakneck speed. I don't know why I did. I just did.
~!~
I sat at the table with Jake. Things were becoming very twisted, very fast. What the heck is going on? OK, so Hermione's blind now. How'd that happen? And why did it happen? And why on earth do I care? Okay, (not to be repetitive or anything,) but we had had a truce in 7th year. That didn't mean we liked each other. It just meant we didn't fight. I sighed. This makes no sense. I somehow managed to hear my brother say he was going upstairs in my busy mind. This statement snapped me out of my trance, and I followed him, climbing the steps to where you could hear the now awake Herman yelling. I sighed again. I honestly don't know why I care. Whatever. With that, I continued my journey just in time to hear someone get off the bed and start running.
~*~
As I said, I ran. It didn't really matter anymore. I mean, being blind, was NOT on my to do list for this summer. I heard Jake yell "Hermione! Stop!" Before I was hit by something about waist high.
Before I knew what was happening, I flipped off of what I now know was the railing to the staircase, and fell. And not for the first time, I wished this actually were a dream.
*3 hours later*
~*~
Dear Diary,
First of all, I would like you to congratulate me on being able to write this. In fact, the only reason I can is because I was just given a quill that writes whatever I tell it to. Therefore, I shall tell you the events of today.
And you will not believe them. Have you ever thought you were in a dream? I mean, you're a diary, of course, you haven't, but I mean, really. That was how I was today. I woke up today and I was blind. Yeah, I know, it sucks doesn't it? My blindness was caused by this gay room in this house called The Room of Loss, which causes loss of whatever senses that the trespasser of the room comes into direct contact with. Therefore, because my eyes were open, I lost use of them. I didn't lose my taste because my mouth was closed, and I didn't lose my hearing because the goop didn't reach my eardrum. And I was fished out before any permanent damage. But, now I'm stuck here with perhaps weeks of no seeing. I mean, people are blind every day, but not me. You know?
So anyway, I wake up, and I'm blind. In my blindness I create a scene, and guess what I do? I run, flip off the stair railing, and fall on Jake's younger brother "D," (who refuses to tell me his whole name) and we fall down the stairs. Graceful way to meet, huh?
Well, this D guy was really cool about it all. I mean, he sounded kind of dazed about it, but you know. I suddenly wish I had taken a better look at him. I suddenly wish I had paid more attention to everything. I would remember the translucent look of the water, remember the small unruly curls of my aunt's hair, although I already do, I suddenly find myself grasping onto the smallest detail, and they seem to be leaving. Strange how this D guy can make me laugh anyway. I think I am going to tell him I have decided "D" stands for "Dude." Lol. I'm such a nerd.
Hermione
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AN – sad chapter. Writers block. I used And and But a lot to start sentences. O well.
Luv yalls.