Chapter 5
A New Year
Harry stirred in his sleep helplessly as he ran through the corridors he had been through time and time again as a nightmare. He continued to run from the black door he had once been so drawn to, but it was now only a deadly reminder of his selfish stupidity. He ran as hard and fast as he could. He could have sworn that he could feel the pain in his legs as he strained his muscles to continue running. Then he started hearing a voice calling out to him. Saying his name. He stopped and spun around looking for someone, desperately searching.
"HARRY!"
Harry sprung up from his bed to collide heads with Ron. Ron fell over onto the cold stone floor of the dormitories, holding his forehead in his hands, hissing, and cussing loudly at Harry.
"I'm sorry mate." Harry apologized as he held his own throbbing head. He pulled his hands away to find them covered in blood. His sleeve was drenched in his own red liquid. Quickly before Ron stood up he frantically shoved it underneath the covers.
"Ah, its alright, don't worry about it. You didn't mean to. You'd better get up, which I was trying to tell you. Or your going to be late for breakfast." Ron said as he rubbed his head, and started to walk back towards his own unmade bed and picked his book bag up and draped his robes over his shoulder. "Would you like me to wait for you Harry?"
"No, you go ahead, I don't think I'll be going to have breakfast today." Harry said as he shrugged wanting to get Ron out of there as soon as possible so he could hide the evidence.
"But the healer at St. Mungos said you NEED good healthy three times a day meals." Ron advised as he took a step backwards towards the door.
"I'm just feeling a bit nauseas, I'll just make up for it at lunch."
Ron nodded and walked out the door shutting it behind him. Harry waited a couple seconds to make sure he wouldn't return, and looked around the room and in the bathroom for any slackers. He hopped from bed when the coast was clear and saw that the blood had seeped through his sleeve, all over the bed and down his side onto his boxers. He quickly pulled his shirt off, gritting his teeth against the pain that prickled through his arm. He grabbed the sheets from the bed and threw them on the floor, along with his shirt, making sure no one would find it. He grabbed his wand from his trunk, and did a charm that turned the blankets to tiny fragments of ash. And he swept it under his bed.
He looked down at himself to see his right side was covered in dry crisp blood, and wrap was utterly useless. He groaned and went into the bathroom to clean up. he had about an hour. And it was defiantly enough time.
Down at the breakfast table, Ron jogged in before the food was served, and found a usually empty seat next to Hermione where he sat himself and his belongings beneath him, and rubbed his hands together awaiting his pancakes and sausage to appear. Which they did.
Hermione turned and smiled at him, "Morning Ron!"
He turned towards her and shyly smiled, "Good Morning Hermione."
Looking towards her empty plate and the History of Magic book that sat on it he frowned. "You not hungry?"
She shook her head and pulled a book from her robes and began to read. Ron read the front of it that was titled, "The Strangers" by Dean Koonz. He looked up at her curiously.
"Whats that?" he asked. She looked towards him, with raised eyebrows and he pointed towards the book, and she smiled.
"Oh well its a book that Luna brought back from America. She recommended I read it. And I'm glad I did, because it is absolutely amazing. Of course its a complete mockery of the magic world. Its more about chemical imbalances and brain washing. Really good though." she explained happily. Almost as if she had been dieing for someone to ask.
Ron just stared at her adoringly, loving the way her face brightened up when she started to talk about the book, and how the corners of her lips twitched when she looked towards him while explaining. And he fancied her hair. It was sleek with beautiful ringlets of curls that cascaded over her shoulders. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever put his eyes upon.
"Ron stop staring at me like that. It's wierd." she said as she shifted uncomfortably. The way his eyes were resting on her face was eerie yet very nice. She felt a warm sensation fill her cheeks. Then she realized she was blushing and giggled a little bit. Her eyes went wide as she realized this. She had just giggled like Lavender always did around guys. Now she was merely disgusting herself. But out of all honesty, Ron was making her feel so, nice.
"I can't help it. Your just so radiant this morning." He smiled at her. Hoping so hard that she would turn his compliment down. He didn't think he could take the rejection from her. He NEEDED her to accept it. He had, had a crush on her for so long, and now he was sixteen and not as afraid to show his affections. He grew up a lot over the summer. And he wanted Hermione to see it. He couldn't hide his true feeling with childish boyish acts any longer.
Hermione turned to him in shock with what he said, and her cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson and she smiled wide, though she tried to close her lips to cover her pearly tooth smile, she couldn't and she chuckled, " Why thank you, Ron. That's very flattering."
He smiled as broad and wide as he could, for he was feeling the most amazing fuzzy feeling in his stomach than he ever had felt before. "Well I only speak of the truth."
She turned to him and smiled and they started talking, for once they didn't argue, they sat and flattered each other with cute comments that made each other giggle, and they blushed terribly over and over again. They flirted with one another occasionally throwing in some little touches for no apparent reason. They both found something in each other that they had never seen before. Until they realized, they both grew up a lot over the summer.
A New Year
Harry stirred in his sleep helplessly as he ran through the corridors he had been through time and time again as a nightmare. He continued to run from the black door he had once been so drawn to, but it was now only a deadly reminder of his selfish stupidity. He ran as hard and fast as he could. He could have sworn that he could feel the pain in his legs as he strained his muscles to continue running. Then he started hearing a voice calling out to him. Saying his name. He stopped and spun around looking for someone, desperately searching.
"HARRY!"
Harry sprung up from his bed to collide heads with Ron. Ron fell over onto the cold stone floor of the dormitories, holding his forehead in his hands, hissing, and cussing loudly at Harry.
"I'm sorry mate." Harry apologized as he held his own throbbing head. He pulled his hands away to find them covered in blood. His sleeve was drenched in his own red liquid. Quickly before Ron stood up he frantically shoved it underneath the covers.
"Ah, its alright, don't worry about it. You didn't mean to. You'd better get up, which I was trying to tell you. Or your going to be late for breakfast." Ron said as he rubbed his head, and started to walk back towards his own unmade bed and picked his book bag up and draped his robes over his shoulder. "Would you like me to wait for you Harry?"
"No, you go ahead, I don't think I'll be going to have breakfast today." Harry said as he shrugged wanting to get Ron out of there as soon as possible so he could hide the evidence.
"But the healer at St. Mungos said you NEED good healthy three times a day meals." Ron advised as he took a step backwards towards the door.
"I'm just feeling a bit nauseas, I'll just make up for it at lunch."
Ron nodded and walked out the door shutting it behind him. Harry waited a couple seconds to make sure he wouldn't return, and looked around the room and in the bathroom for any slackers. He hopped from bed when the coast was clear and saw that the blood had seeped through his sleeve, all over the bed and down his side onto his boxers. He quickly pulled his shirt off, gritting his teeth against the pain that prickled through his arm. He grabbed the sheets from the bed and threw them on the floor, along with his shirt, making sure no one would find it. He grabbed his wand from his trunk, and did a charm that turned the blankets to tiny fragments of ash. And he swept it under his bed.
He looked down at himself to see his right side was covered in dry crisp blood, and wrap was utterly useless. He groaned and went into the bathroom to clean up. he had about an hour. And it was defiantly enough time.
Down at the breakfast table, Ron jogged in before the food was served, and found a usually empty seat next to Hermione where he sat himself and his belongings beneath him, and rubbed his hands together awaiting his pancakes and sausage to appear. Which they did.
Hermione turned and smiled at him, "Morning Ron!"
He turned towards her and shyly smiled, "Good Morning Hermione."
Looking towards her empty plate and the History of Magic book that sat on it he frowned. "You not hungry?"
She shook her head and pulled a book from her robes and began to read. Ron read the front of it that was titled, "The Strangers" by Dean Koonz. He looked up at her curiously.
"Whats that?" he asked. She looked towards him, with raised eyebrows and he pointed towards the book, and she smiled.
"Oh well its a book that Luna brought back from America. She recommended I read it. And I'm glad I did, because it is absolutely amazing. Of course its a complete mockery of the magic world. Its more about chemical imbalances and brain washing. Really good though." she explained happily. Almost as if she had been dieing for someone to ask.
Ron just stared at her adoringly, loving the way her face brightened up when she started to talk about the book, and how the corners of her lips twitched when she looked towards him while explaining. And he fancied her hair. It was sleek with beautiful ringlets of curls that cascaded over her shoulders. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever put his eyes upon.
"Ron stop staring at me like that. It's wierd." she said as she shifted uncomfortably. The way his eyes were resting on her face was eerie yet very nice. She felt a warm sensation fill her cheeks. Then she realized she was blushing and giggled a little bit. Her eyes went wide as she realized this. She had just giggled like Lavender always did around guys. Now she was merely disgusting herself. But out of all honesty, Ron was making her feel so, nice.
"I can't help it. Your just so radiant this morning." He smiled at her. Hoping so hard that she would turn his compliment down. He didn't think he could take the rejection from her. He NEEDED her to accept it. He had, had a crush on her for so long, and now he was sixteen and not as afraid to show his affections. He grew up a lot over the summer. And he wanted Hermione to see it. He couldn't hide his true feeling with childish boyish acts any longer.
Hermione turned to him in shock with what he said, and her cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson and she smiled wide, though she tried to close her lips to cover her pearly tooth smile, she couldn't and she chuckled, " Why thank you, Ron. That's very flattering."
He smiled as broad and wide as he could, for he was feeling the most amazing fuzzy feeling in his stomach than he ever had felt before. "Well I only speak of the truth."
She turned to him and smiled and they started talking, for once they didn't argue, they sat and flattered each other with cute comments that made each other giggle, and they blushed terribly over and over again. They flirted with one another occasionally throwing in some little touches for no apparent reason. They both found something in each other that they had never seen before. Until they realized, they both grew up a lot over the summer.