A/N: hey everybody! omg thanks for the reviews! some of you have been guessing whats wrong with Hermione, and all I can say is u'll find out VERY VERY soon. sniffle its just. . . soo. . . nvm, I cant say. . . anywayz, go ahead and read and review!! oh and ok, fine, Draco and Hermione finger fucked. anywayz, on with the chapter. . .
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Chapter 10: A Scary Discovery
"Add a pinch of unicorn powder. . ." It was Saturday morning and Draco was writing his Potions saying, ". . . then you mix in a dash of wolf blood. . ." His quill danced quickly across the parchment while he wrote.
He heard a door open and he turned his head to see Hermione running down the stairs, still fastening the button on her cloak. Draco put his quill down.
"Hermione, what was last night about? I saw blood on the floor," he asked, concerned.
But she kept walking to the door saying, "I'm going to see Madame Pomfrey. Something's wrong with me, Draco."
Before Draco could say anything, she was gone.
Hermione ran down the hallways and stairs. She didn't stop until she reached the Hospital Wing. She pushed the doors open and looked around the empty room. Madame Pomfrey wasn't at her desk.
"Madame Pomfrey!" she called, walking quickly through the room. The nurse walked out from the storage room in the back.
"Miss Granger, dear, is everything all right??" Madame Pomfrey rushed over to her and put her hands on her shoulders. "You look tired, did you get enough sleep?"
"That's just it, though. I'm always tired! I get enough sleep—except for last night—I sleep a lot, actually, but I'm still always tired."
"Last night? What happened last night?" Madame Pomfrey asked, worriedly.
"Draco and I were doing our duties patrolling, and we were talking, and I felt some sort of pain in my stomach, a sharp pain, and I started coughing. I looked down in my hand and there was blood. I couldn't sleep after that. I stayed up all night thinking about it. I think there's something wrong with me, Madame Pomfrey. Not everyone goes around coughing up handfuls of blood! I've been coughing, I've gotten headaches a lot, I can't lift up my own cauldron without help now, I'm tired, I bruise easily. . ."
Madame Pomfrey looked deep in thought. "Miss Granger, I'm going to need you to wait here. I'm going to do some tests on you."
"Tests?" Hermione asked apprehensively.
"Yes. Something is clearly wrong and I'm going to find out what it is. Now, if you'll wait here, I'll be back with the syringes." She started to walk back to the storage room.
"Syringes??" Hermione gulped. She hated needles.
Madame Pomfrey stopped and turned around to face her. "Yes. There's no potion or anything for this type of testing, so we'll have to do it the Muggle way. Just sit on that bed behind you and I'll be right back." She left and Hermione sat on the bed and waited.
While the nurse was gone, Hermione examined her fingernails, and looked around. She was nervous. Nervous about the needles, nervous about the waiting, nervous about the results. . . everything.
Soon, Madame Pomfrey was back, carrying a tray with a syringe, her wand, and a big old book. "We'll be able to dosome things the Wizarding way," she said, seeing Hermione's confused look at seeing the wand.
"Oh," was all the teen said.
"Ok," Madame Pomfrey said, uncapping the syringe and cleaning it. Then she cleaned a spot on Hermione's arm. She held the syringe and said, "Ready?"
'No,' Hermione thought, but she nodded, held her breath and looked away. She studied the pillow as she felt a pinch of the needle puncturing her skin (she winced), the pull of drawing some blood, and the pull of the needle coming out.
"There," Madame Pomfrey said, holding the spot on the skin with a cloth. "If you'll just hold that there, dear, I'll take this and it'll be just a second."
Hermione held the cloth on her skin, and waited impatiently as the nurse flicked the syringe, did something with her wand, and checked the book. Hermione stood, and tried to look over her shoulder. "Well?" she asked.
Madame Pomfrey gasped and turned to her. "Miss Granger, you may want to sit down."
"What? Just tell me what it is!"
"Miss Granger, sit down."
"No! I want to know!Tell me!"
"Sit down for this, please."
Hermione sat down, and said, "Now will you tell me??" Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. "I just want to know."
"Miss Granger, I regret to inform you of this information. I am very sorry, and the teachers and I will do everything we can to keep you healthy."
"What is it?!"
"Miss Granger, I'm sorry to say you have a case of leukemia."
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A/N: sorry about the cliffhanger, but oh well. POOR HERMIONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now what will Draco think? And Harry—since he pretty much hates her? and Ron? and herself???? and ginny? what will happen??? hehehe... again sorry about the cliffhanger, but plz review!! chapter 12 up soon, like tomorrow or the day after, most likely tomorrow
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Chapter 10: A Scary Discovery
"Add a pinch of unicorn powder. . ." It was Saturday morning and Draco was writing his Potions saying, ". . . then you mix in a dash of wolf blood. . ." His quill danced quickly across the parchment while he wrote.
He heard a door open and he turned his head to see Hermione running down the stairs, still fastening the button on her cloak. Draco put his quill down.
"Hermione, what was last night about? I saw blood on the floor," he asked, concerned.
But she kept walking to the door saying, "I'm going to see Madame Pomfrey. Something's wrong with me, Draco."
Before Draco could say anything, she was gone.
Hermione ran down the hallways and stairs. She didn't stop until she reached the Hospital Wing. She pushed the doors open and looked around the empty room. Madame Pomfrey wasn't at her desk.
"Madame Pomfrey!" she called, walking quickly through the room. The nurse walked out from the storage room in the back.
"Miss Granger, dear, is everything all right??" Madame Pomfrey rushed over to her and put her hands on her shoulders. "You look tired, did you get enough sleep?"
"That's just it, though. I'm always tired! I get enough sleep—except for last night—I sleep a lot, actually, but I'm still always tired."
"Last night? What happened last night?" Madame Pomfrey asked, worriedly.
"Draco and I were doing our duties patrolling, and we were talking, and I felt some sort of pain in my stomach, a sharp pain, and I started coughing. I looked down in my hand and there was blood. I couldn't sleep after that. I stayed up all night thinking about it. I think there's something wrong with me, Madame Pomfrey. Not everyone goes around coughing up handfuls of blood! I've been coughing, I've gotten headaches a lot, I can't lift up my own cauldron without help now, I'm tired, I bruise easily. . ."
Madame Pomfrey looked deep in thought. "Miss Granger, I'm going to need you to wait here. I'm going to do some tests on you."
"Tests?" Hermione asked apprehensively.
"Yes. Something is clearly wrong and I'm going to find out what it is. Now, if you'll wait here, I'll be back with the syringes." She started to walk back to the storage room.
"Syringes??" Hermione gulped. She hated needles.
Madame Pomfrey stopped and turned around to face her. "Yes. There's no potion or anything for this type of testing, so we'll have to do it the Muggle way. Just sit on that bed behind you and I'll be right back." She left and Hermione sat on the bed and waited.
While the nurse was gone, Hermione examined her fingernails, and looked around. She was nervous. Nervous about the needles, nervous about the waiting, nervous about the results. . . everything.
Soon, Madame Pomfrey was back, carrying a tray with a syringe, her wand, and a big old book. "We'll be able to dosome things the Wizarding way," she said, seeing Hermione's confused look at seeing the wand.
"Oh," was all the teen said.
"Ok," Madame Pomfrey said, uncapping the syringe and cleaning it. Then she cleaned a spot on Hermione's arm. She held the syringe and said, "Ready?"
'No,' Hermione thought, but she nodded, held her breath and looked away. She studied the pillow as she felt a pinch of the needle puncturing her skin (she winced), the pull of drawing some blood, and the pull of the needle coming out.
"There," Madame Pomfrey said, holding the spot on the skin with a cloth. "If you'll just hold that there, dear, I'll take this and it'll be just a second."
Hermione held the cloth on her skin, and waited impatiently as the nurse flicked the syringe, did something with her wand, and checked the book. Hermione stood, and tried to look over her shoulder. "Well?" she asked.
Madame Pomfrey gasped and turned to her. "Miss Granger, you may want to sit down."
"What? Just tell me what it is!"
"Miss Granger, sit down."
"No! I want to know!Tell me!"
"Sit down for this, please."
Hermione sat down, and said, "Now will you tell me??" Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. "I just want to know."
"Miss Granger, I regret to inform you of this information. I am very sorry, and the teachers and I will do everything we can to keep you healthy."
"What is it?!"
"Miss Granger, I'm sorry to say you have a case of leukemia."
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A/N: sorry about the cliffhanger, but oh well. POOR HERMIONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now what will Draco think? And Harry—since he pretty much hates her? and Ron? and herself???? and ginny? what will happen??? hehehe... again sorry about the cliffhanger, but plz review!! chapter 12 up soon, like tomorrow or the day after, most likely tomorrow