The Perfectionist
By Mykerinos
Chapter Seven: Sweet Dreams
Hemione lay in a white bed of the
Hospital Wing. Harry and Ron were standing around her, as was Ginny.
"And then I just fell," Hermione
explained, shrugging. Quickly she clasped to her right arm. Shrugging wasn't
such a good idea now. "He actually wanted me to just stand up, and continue,
but when I told him that I really couldn't go on, he fortunately
brought me to the Hospital Wing,"
"He brought you? How did he do that?"
Ginny asked curiously.
"On a stretcher," Hermione answered
seriously.
"I can just imagine him," Ginny laughed.
"All sour it wasn't your neck you broke, and you on a stretcher in the
air flying before him!"
"I'd rather not imagine such thing!"
Ron shivered. "I really feel for you Hermione, having to enter a competition
with Snape as your partner..."
"Me too," Harry agreed. "Are you
sure he didn't push you off your broom?"
"Guys, he really isn't too bad!"
Hermione said indignantly, immediately receiving strange looks from all
three. "Honest! I was just nervous, that's all. He wouldn't push me. He's
a Professor!"
The four of them burst out in laughter,
making Hermione realise that that probably hadn't been a good argument.
Madame Pomfrey walked into the Wing.
After one last quick research, Hermione could go.
"The pain will still trouble you
for some days, but after that you can do whatever you want again," Pomfrey
said.
Hermione nodded, and the four of
them left the Wing.
- -- - -- - -- -
Hermione sat in a classroom, studying
Herbology, when there was suddenly knocked on the floor. Proffessor Snape
stormed in, and grabbed Hermione's arm, which still hurt, and snapped his
fingers.
They were standing on the Quidditch
Field again.
"On your broom," he commanded.
Hermione glanced down at her arm.
"But--"
"ON YOUR BROOM!" Snape exploded,
and being severely frightened Hermione stepped on the broom.
"Follow me," Snape said, and he took
off with enormous speed. Hermione did the same, but her broom seemed to
be much slower than his.
"Where are you, girl?" she heard
distantly. It was too dark to see anything.
"It's my broom, sir," she squeaked.
"It's so slow!"
Suddenly her broom wasn't slow anymore,
and she soared in the sky, higher and higher, searching for Snape. It was
great flying like this, she had to admit.
"Try to stand up now," she heard
again.
Feeling like she could do anything,
Hermione tried to stand up, and a few seconds later she had let go of her
broom and was standing steadily on her broom, still soaring with enormous
speed on a great height.
"Are you nuts?! Stop flying so fast,
hang still!" Snape's voice pierced the air.
Hermione did so, putting more weight
on her the back of the broom, and waited for further instructions.
Then suddenly she felt two strong
hands giving her a shove from her back, and she lost her balance, and fell
forward. Turning around in the air, she saw Snape on his broom, a malicious
grin on his face.
Hermione screamed, falling further
and further into the never-ending darkness...
- -- - -- - -- -
"Hermione let out a small cry, sitting
right up in her bed. Looking around her, she again saw nothing but darkness.
But now she was laying safely in her bed.
Gasping for air, she wiped some sweat
off her forehead with the blanket. Somewhere she heard a light being snapped
on.
"Are you alright, Hermione?" somebody
asked, and the curtain was shoved away, sharp light hurting her eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Hermione answered,
squinting. "Just some... nightmare, I guess,"
She sighed, and the light was put
out again. Hermione fell back on her bed.
Just a nightmare, that's all..
TBC