A:N: Don't you just love how stupid some people can be sometimes? I don't know how that happened, but I posted the same chapter twice, so sorry guys! My stupidity is crippling. So here is the REAL chapter ten, and I hope that it is up to all of your expectations!
"...and I never meant for any of this to happen and I'm so sorry and I just wish you could wake up and talk to me because I'm getting so restless just coming here day after day..."
A dull pain throbbed throughout Harry's motionless body. His limbs ached as though they begged to be used for the first time. Though his eyes were still closed, his mind worked furiously as he lay listening to the words that were being spoken.
"...I'm just scared, is all...what if you wake up and you can't speak or what if you wake up and you don't know who I am...or what if you just don't wake up at all?"
The voice cracked and broke into quiet sobs. Harry slowly opened his eyes, just enough to see a figure slumped over the side of the bed. All around him was dark, and not a sound was made except small cries and quiet hiccups coming from the girl beside him.
'Hermione,' He thought to himself as he recognized the light hair that was softly illuminated in the moonlight. A feeling of guilt settled uncomfortably in Harry's stomach, seeing that he was causing her such pain. He could feel her squeezing one of his hands, as he tried to move a finger.
Her head shot up suddenly as she gasped, tear stained cheeks shining in the dim light.
"Harry?" She questioned meeky, wondering if her mind was playing cruel tricks on her.
"'Mione," He managed at barely a whisper.
"How do you...feel?" Hermione asked, though the answer was fairly obvious.
"Like I was just thrown off my broom," He replied, mustering a small smile.
"Do you remember what happened?"
"Not really," Harry responded, searching his brain for his most recent memories. Not only did he want to hear the whole story, he also just wanted to listen to the soothing sound of her voice.
"Well, you and Malfoy were fighting and you both got beaten up pretty bad. Who knows what could have happened if Ron hadn't found you and stopped Malfoy from..."
Her voice cracked again as Harry quietly assured her that it was all right.
"Oh, Harry, he could have killed you! I don't know what I would have done!"
"Hermione, I'm fine now. It's okay. I'm fine, and you're fine and everything is all right now." Harry whispered, now able to move his entire hand.
"I just love you so much," She said quietly, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. A sudden thought struck Harry.
"What did they do with Malfoy?"
"Malfoy?" She asked, caugh off guard.
"He's not still here, is he?" Harry questioned aprehensively.
"Actually, Harry, he...well, he's not still here." Her voice shook nervously.
"Where is he?" Harry asked directly, sensing Hermione's discomfort.
"Ron...well, he had to, Harry! He had to save you!"
"Where is Malfoy, Hermione?"
"Ron saved your life by...taking his."
Silence. Harry sat absorbing that information as his head began to spin. He was nearly killed, his best friend was now a murderer. What would they do with Ron? They had to see that it was all in defense. If Ron hadn't done that, Harry would have been the one dead.
Harry groggily leaned over the bed and vomitted onto the floor. His head felt somewhat more steady; his stomach was much happier.
"Where's Ron?" Harry asked, dreading the answer.
"Minestry of Magic. They're keeping him there like a prisoner until they put him on trial. But the odds are really good for him, Harry. The only person to show any concern towards Malfoy would be his father, but was driven insane by the dementors in Azkaban long ago. He's in no right state to show any emotion at all. And Ron saved you, Harry. We would have lost you or Malfoy, and everyone is pretty glad it was you that was saved."
Harry stared at her a moment. Did Hermione really know what she was talking about, or was she just trying to sugar coat it all for Harry? Perhaps she didn't want him to be too bothered. But he hoped desperately that she was telling the complete truth, but something told him that she was leaving something out. Harry had to go see Ron; he had to go thank him. How do you thank someone for saving your life? Harry wasn't sure, but knew he had to try.
"When's the trial?"
"Next week," Hermione said, though knowing Harry too well added, "But you won't be well enough to go. Madame Pomfrey says you'll need at least two more weeks of bed rest."
"I'm not weak, Hermione. I can't just lay here for two whole weeks. This is something I have to do."
Hermione knew it was no use protesting. Harry may be hurt, but he was still his determined, stubborn self.
"I'm coming with you," She said.
"All right," He replied, though he knew it was against his better judgement. He was just so relieved to have someone else in this with him. He didn't want to be alone.
"You should go to sleep, it's awfully late," Hermione yawned, looking like she hadn't slept in days. Harry wasn't tired at all, but nodded.
"Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you," He said softly, finding the strength to grasp her hand. A weary tear rolled down her cheek.
"I love you, too. Goodnight," She said, placing a fleeting kiss on his lips before standing and heading off towards the Gryffindor tower. He watched her go as his eyelids suddenly became heavy. He wondered for a moment what day it was, and what time it was before drifting off to a burdened sleep.
A/N: Okayyy i dont' think that chapter was so long but there was a lot of info goin into it...idk if i should have killed malfoy off or not, i was debating it..but he's a sick little bastard, so why not? The story shall soon be resolved but i need to know if you all want it tied up in a pretty bow or if you're lookin for a not so happy ending. I've got various ways i can go at this point. Keep the reviews comin, i love every one!
"...and I never meant for any of this to happen and I'm so sorry and I just wish you could wake up and talk to me because I'm getting so restless just coming here day after day..."
A dull pain throbbed throughout Harry's motionless body. His limbs ached as though they begged to be used for the first time. Though his eyes were still closed, his mind worked furiously as he lay listening to the words that were being spoken.
"...I'm just scared, is all...what if you wake up and you can't speak or what if you wake up and you don't know who I am...or what if you just don't wake up at all?"
The voice cracked and broke into quiet sobs. Harry slowly opened his eyes, just enough to see a figure slumped over the side of the bed. All around him was dark, and not a sound was made except small cries and quiet hiccups coming from the girl beside him.
'Hermione,' He thought to himself as he recognized the light hair that was softly illuminated in the moonlight. A feeling of guilt settled uncomfortably in Harry's stomach, seeing that he was causing her such pain. He could feel her squeezing one of his hands, as he tried to move a finger.
Her head shot up suddenly as she gasped, tear stained cheeks shining in the dim light.
"Harry?" She questioned meeky, wondering if her mind was playing cruel tricks on her.
"'Mione," He managed at barely a whisper.
"How do you...feel?" Hermione asked, though the answer was fairly obvious.
"Like I was just thrown off my broom," He replied, mustering a small smile.
"Do you remember what happened?"
"Not really," Harry responded, searching his brain for his most recent memories. Not only did he want to hear the whole story, he also just wanted to listen to the soothing sound of her voice.
"Well, you and Malfoy were fighting and you both got beaten up pretty bad. Who knows what could have happened if Ron hadn't found you and stopped Malfoy from..."
Her voice cracked again as Harry quietly assured her that it was all right.
"Oh, Harry, he could have killed you! I don't know what I would have done!"
"Hermione, I'm fine now. It's okay. I'm fine, and you're fine and everything is all right now." Harry whispered, now able to move his entire hand.
"I just love you so much," She said quietly, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. A sudden thought struck Harry.
"What did they do with Malfoy?"
"Malfoy?" She asked, caugh off guard.
"He's not still here, is he?" Harry questioned aprehensively.
"Actually, Harry, he...well, he's not still here." Her voice shook nervously.
"Where is he?" Harry asked directly, sensing Hermione's discomfort.
"Ron...well, he had to, Harry! He had to save you!"
"Where is Malfoy, Hermione?"
"Ron saved your life by...taking his."
Silence. Harry sat absorbing that information as his head began to spin. He was nearly killed, his best friend was now a murderer. What would they do with Ron? They had to see that it was all in defense. If Ron hadn't done that, Harry would have been the one dead.
Harry groggily leaned over the bed and vomitted onto the floor. His head felt somewhat more steady; his stomach was much happier.
"Where's Ron?" Harry asked, dreading the answer.
"Minestry of Magic. They're keeping him there like a prisoner until they put him on trial. But the odds are really good for him, Harry. The only person to show any concern towards Malfoy would be his father, but was driven insane by the dementors in Azkaban long ago. He's in no right state to show any emotion at all. And Ron saved you, Harry. We would have lost you or Malfoy, and everyone is pretty glad it was you that was saved."
Harry stared at her a moment. Did Hermione really know what she was talking about, or was she just trying to sugar coat it all for Harry? Perhaps she didn't want him to be too bothered. But he hoped desperately that she was telling the complete truth, but something told him that she was leaving something out. Harry had to go see Ron; he had to go thank him. How do you thank someone for saving your life? Harry wasn't sure, but knew he had to try.
"When's the trial?"
"Next week," Hermione said, though knowing Harry too well added, "But you won't be well enough to go. Madame Pomfrey says you'll need at least two more weeks of bed rest."
"I'm not weak, Hermione. I can't just lay here for two whole weeks. This is something I have to do."
Hermione knew it was no use protesting. Harry may be hurt, but he was still his determined, stubborn self.
"I'm coming with you," She said.
"All right," He replied, though he knew it was against his better judgement. He was just so relieved to have someone else in this with him. He didn't want to be alone.
"You should go to sleep, it's awfully late," Hermione yawned, looking like she hadn't slept in days. Harry wasn't tired at all, but nodded.
"Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you," He said softly, finding the strength to grasp her hand. A weary tear rolled down her cheek.
"I love you, too. Goodnight," She said, placing a fleeting kiss on his lips before standing and heading off towards the Gryffindor tower. He watched her go as his eyelids suddenly became heavy. He wondered for a moment what day it was, and what time it was before drifting off to a burdened sleep.
A/N: Okayyy i dont' think that chapter was so long but there was a lot of info goin into it...idk if i should have killed malfoy off or not, i was debating it..but he's a sick little bastard, so why not? The story shall soon be resolved but i need to know if you all want it tied up in a pretty bow or if you're lookin for a not so happy ending. I've got various ways i can go at this point. Keep the reviews comin, i love every one!