A/N: Okay, so there's some stuff to clear up, cause I cannot think of any
way to work it in, and everyone keeps crying about it so, here we go. 1 -
Sympathy pains are a psychological illusion. They manifest when someone
close to you is in pain. Example : Your best friend breaks their arm, and
your arm is sore also. So Draco thought maybe Hermione was thinking about
her mother's pregnancy and psychologically manifesting a pregnancy. As it
turns out, she was manifesting her own pregnancy subconsciously because her
memory was trying to come back. 2- Ginny and Ron become twins because Harry
was Ron's best friend. Now that Harry is gone, Ron needs a new best friend.
Who is the closest best friend? A twin sibling.
More questions? Email me - Fractured_Faerie2000@yahoo.com.
Chapter 34
Hermione opened her eyes to see the inside of the hospital wing. Groaning, she tried to sit up.
"You certainly gave us quite a fright, Miss Granger," Madam Pomfrey said, coming around the curtain. Hermione just stared blankly at the woman. "By the time I arrived in your room you had passed out. We weren't sure you would make it. But again you have defied the odds.
"I just wish you had come to me as soon as you thought something was wrong," Madam Pomfrey finished. Hermione heaved a sigh.
"Every time I complained to you, you told me it was just a side effect of the memory spell that I would have to deal with," Hermione reminded the woman, who nodded in agreement.
"But surely you realized this was more than just a side effect," Madam Pomfrey suggested. Hermione shrugged.
"Where's Draco?" she asked.
"I sent him to bed," the mediwitch informed Hermione, "It's rather late."
"So, what happened?" Hermione asked.
"It seems you've got quite a case of pneumonia," Madam Pomfrey told her. Hermione sighed again and slumped in her bed.
"I assume that means I'll have to spend the next week in bed?" she suggested dryly. Pomfrey nodded.
"But, on the bright side, you should be out of bed in time for Halloween," she added brightly. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I have exams," she said bitterly. Madam Pomfrey sat down on the edge of Hermione's bed.
"Miss Granger, I really have to impress on you how important it is for you not to worry about your schoolwork right now. You need to focus your efforts solely on recovering. Your immune system is working very hard to recover from the effects of the spells its been under, and your stress level is undoubtedly what has landed you back in here. I have said it before, and I will say it again: Your teachers are flexible and understanding. You have nothing to worry about. Here, drink this," Pomfrey pressed a tumbler into Hermione's hand. Hermione sat up a little to drink the thick, sweet liquid and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.
When she opened her eyes again, Draco was sitting by her side working on a potions assignment. A smile crossed her face as she rolled to face him. His eyes lit up when he saw that she was awake.
"Good Morning, Beautiful," he said, putting his books away. "You've been asleep for four days. How do you feel?"
"Tired," she answered honestly. He smiled.
"I figured as much. Are you hungry?" he asked. Hermione thought for a moment and then sat up when she realized that she was.
"Yes!" she exclaimed happily. He laughed.
"It's a good feeling, isn't it?" He joked. She nodded. Madam Pomfrey pulled the curtain back just then, with a tray of soup.
"You're looking well, Miss Granger," she remarked. "Eat up, and if it stays down, you can have lunch. And if that goes well, you'll be out of here tomorrow morning. Just in time for the-" She was interrupted by Draco dropping all of his books on the floor. He looked up with a guilty expression on his face, and then realized everyone was waiting for him to pick them up. Madam Pomfrey raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything and vanished behind the curtain.
"Draco?" Hermione asked a knowing smile on her face. He shrugged.
"What kind of soup?" he asked. Hermione took a small spoonful.
"Cream of Chicken," she reported, taking another spoonful.
"Good stuff," Draco nodded. He looked around, and then stood up. "Well, I've got to go, I uh, have a meeting with, uh, someone," he explained. Hermione put her spoon down and crossed her arms. Ignoring her, Draco kissed her forehead and quickly ducked around the curtain.
He returned promptly the next morning just as Madam Pomfrey was letting her get out of bed. She gave him a look that plainly showed how frustrated she was with him at that moment. Ignoring it, he gathered up all of her belongings and followed her out of the hospital wing.
"Draco, you know I hate surprises," she snapped at him as soon as they were out of hearing distance. He raised an eyebrow.
"Do I?" he asked. She thought for a moment.
"If you don't, you should," she retorted. He laughed, which made her more upset. "Now what is this big surprise of yours?" she demanded.
"Why don't we go down to breakfast and you'll find out," he answered. She looked down at herself, wearing a nightgown with a lounge robe tossed hastily over it, and sighed.
"Fine, I'll just go change," she said, taking her stuff from him. "I'll see you after we eat?" she asked. He nodded, and watched her walk away.
* * *
Ginny sat on Hermione's bed, anxiously waiting for her to get back. She looked around the room at the amount of stuff that the girls had accumulated. Each girl had several trunks full of clothes. The others were full of accessories - shoes, jewelry, and makeup. Envious, Ginny started to look through one of Hermione's boxes of jewelry. There seemed to be thousands of beautiful pieces, all made of extremely rare gems.
"You could borrow them sometime," Hermione's voice startled Ginny so that she almost spilt the entire box. A smile spread across her face.
"This one would look terrific with- Hermione, how are you?" Ginny quickly changed the subject. Her approach was so sneaky Hermione didn't catch it.
"I'm doing much better. I had pneumonia, of all things!" she laughed. "Aren't you going to breakfast?"
"Draco said you were coming back this morning, so I decided to wait for you," she said, standing up. "But I'm starving, so hurry up and get dressed!" Ginny demanded.
"Alright, alright," Hermione laughed as she crossed the room to pull out a uniform. She dressed quickly and then she and Ginny headed down to the Great Hall. Hermione took a deep breath before opening the big heavy doors.
The Hall was decorated in typical Hogwarts' fashion. Jack O' Lanterns floated above the tables, and a low fog gave the room a mystical look. The weather outdoors seemed beautiful though, and the sunshine streamed in through the windows.
Hermione took her usual seat at the Gryffindor table and was welcomed back by her housemates. Ginny took the seat across from Hermione and next to Seamus, who was sitting across from Ron.
"As if you weren't getting enough attention," Seamus teased. Ginny gave him a playful shove.
"Shove it, dear," she instructed him. Ron pretended to gag, until Lavender took her seat next to him.
"What was that, Ronnie?" Lavender asked. Ron feigned innocence as Hermione bit her tongue trying not to laugh. "So, Hermione, have you heard about- Ouch!" Lavender winced as Ron stepped on her foot. "Never mind," Lavender corrected. Hermione heaved a sigh and tried to focus on her eggs.
"The word 'surprise' doesn't mean anything to you, does it?" Ron hissed. The others rolled their eyes. Hermione was getting just mad enough to leave when Headmaster Dumbledore stood up.
"Good Morning, Students," he began. "It is my great pleasure to wish you all a very happy Halloween. We have quite a variety of activities planned for you all this evening. First Years through Third Years will be having parties in their common rooms immediately following an early dinner. Fourth Years through Seventh Years are invited to attend Hogwart's First, what we hope will become an Annual Halloween Ball starting at exactly 7pm," he paused to watch this information sink in. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go put your costumes on!" he instructed. It took all of five seconds for the Hall to be cleared of everyone under fourth year. The older students walked out of the Hall calmly, belying their excitement about the evening's festivities.
Hermione stood up slowly, and waved for her friends to go on without her. She made sure she was the absolute last student out of the Great Hall before she left. Two steps outside the door she paused as her eyes scanned the surrounding area. Draco reached out to grab her, and even though she'd been expecting him to do something of the sort, it still startled her.
"So this is your big surprise, huh?" she asked. Draco nodded, that familiar twinkle in his steely blue eyes. Hermione rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to say something, but Draco quickly put one of his fingers on her upper lip and gently pulled her mouth closed. He left his finger there while he explained that the prefects had been planning the dance in secret while she'd been sick.
"But there's more," he told her. "Meet me upstairs, by our window, after your last class today," he instructed. Hermione felt her heart skip a beat when he referred to that window as theirs. Draco traced her lips for a moment and then pulled her chin forward to kiss her briefly before he headed off to class.
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A/N : What you just read was written a long time ago. I have since lost a lot of my inspiration for this story, and I really don't know where I want to go with it anymore, but I hate to leave it unfinished as so many stories have been. I am asking all of you a few questions 1 - do you still want read this story? 2- If you do, where do you want to see it going? Any feedback you have will be greatly appreciated. Thank you very much! -Brit
Chapter 34
Hermione opened her eyes to see the inside of the hospital wing. Groaning, she tried to sit up.
"You certainly gave us quite a fright, Miss Granger," Madam Pomfrey said, coming around the curtain. Hermione just stared blankly at the woman. "By the time I arrived in your room you had passed out. We weren't sure you would make it. But again you have defied the odds.
"I just wish you had come to me as soon as you thought something was wrong," Madam Pomfrey finished. Hermione heaved a sigh.
"Every time I complained to you, you told me it was just a side effect of the memory spell that I would have to deal with," Hermione reminded the woman, who nodded in agreement.
"But surely you realized this was more than just a side effect," Madam Pomfrey suggested. Hermione shrugged.
"Where's Draco?" she asked.
"I sent him to bed," the mediwitch informed Hermione, "It's rather late."
"So, what happened?" Hermione asked.
"It seems you've got quite a case of pneumonia," Madam Pomfrey told her. Hermione sighed again and slumped in her bed.
"I assume that means I'll have to spend the next week in bed?" she suggested dryly. Pomfrey nodded.
"But, on the bright side, you should be out of bed in time for Halloween," she added brightly. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I have exams," she said bitterly. Madam Pomfrey sat down on the edge of Hermione's bed.
"Miss Granger, I really have to impress on you how important it is for you not to worry about your schoolwork right now. You need to focus your efforts solely on recovering. Your immune system is working very hard to recover from the effects of the spells its been under, and your stress level is undoubtedly what has landed you back in here. I have said it before, and I will say it again: Your teachers are flexible and understanding. You have nothing to worry about. Here, drink this," Pomfrey pressed a tumbler into Hermione's hand. Hermione sat up a little to drink the thick, sweet liquid and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.
When she opened her eyes again, Draco was sitting by her side working on a potions assignment. A smile crossed her face as she rolled to face him. His eyes lit up when he saw that she was awake.
"Good Morning, Beautiful," he said, putting his books away. "You've been asleep for four days. How do you feel?"
"Tired," she answered honestly. He smiled.
"I figured as much. Are you hungry?" he asked. Hermione thought for a moment and then sat up when she realized that she was.
"Yes!" she exclaimed happily. He laughed.
"It's a good feeling, isn't it?" He joked. She nodded. Madam Pomfrey pulled the curtain back just then, with a tray of soup.
"You're looking well, Miss Granger," she remarked. "Eat up, and if it stays down, you can have lunch. And if that goes well, you'll be out of here tomorrow morning. Just in time for the-" She was interrupted by Draco dropping all of his books on the floor. He looked up with a guilty expression on his face, and then realized everyone was waiting for him to pick them up. Madam Pomfrey raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything and vanished behind the curtain.
"Draco?" Hermione asked a knowing smile on her face. He shrugged.
"What kind of soup?" he asked. Hermione took a small spoonful.
"Cream of Chicken," she reported, taking another spoonful.
"Good stuff," Draco nodded. He looked around, and then stood up. "Well, I've got to go, I uh, have a meeting with, uh, someone," he explained. Hermione put her spoon down and crossed her arms. Ignoring her, Draco kissed her forehead and quickly ducked around the curtain.
He returned promptly the next morning just as Madam Pomfrey was letting her get out of bed. She gave him a look that plainly showed how frustrated she was with him at that moment. Ignoring it, he gathered up all of her belongings and followed her out of the hospital wing.
"Draco, you know I hate surprises," she snapped at him as soon as they were out of hearing distance. He raised an eyebrow.
"Do I?" he asked. She thought for a moment.
"If you don't, you should," she retorted. He laughed, which made her more upset. "Now what is this big surprise of yours?" she demanded.
"Why don't we go down to breakfast and you'll find out," he answered. She looked down at herself, wearing a nightgown with a lounge robe tossed hastily over it, and sighed.
"Fine, I'll just go change," she said, taking her stuff from him. "I'll see you after we eat?" she asked. He nodded, and watched her walk away.
* * *
Ginny sat on Hermione's bed, anxiously waiting for her to get back. She looked around the room at the amount of stuff that the girls had accumulated. Each girl had several trunks full of clothes. The others were full of accessories - shoes, jewelry, and makeup. Envious, Ginny started to look through one of Hermione's boxes of jewelry. There seemed to be thousands of beautiful pieces, all made of extremely rare gems.
"You could borrow them sometime," Hermione's voice startled Ginny so that she almost spilt the entire box. A smile spread across her face.
"This one would look terrific with- Hermione, how are you?" Ginny quickly changed the subject. Her approach was so sneaky Hermione didn't catch it.
"I'm doing much better. I had pneumonia, of all things!" she laughed. "Aren't you going to breakfast?"
"Draco said you were coming back this morning, so I decided to wait for you," she said, standing up. "But I'm starving, so hurry up and get dressed!" Ginny demanded.
"Alright, alright," Hermione laughed as she crossed the room to pull out a uniform. She dressed quickly and then she and Ginny headed down to the Great Hall. Hermione took a deep breath before opening the big heavy doors.
The Hall was decorated in typical Hogwarts' fashion. Jack O' Lanterns floated above the tables, and a low fog gave the room a mystical look. The weather outdoors seemed beautiful though, and the sunshine streamed in through the windows.
Hermione took her usual seat at the Gryffindor table and was welcomed back by her housemates. Ginny took the seat across from Hermione and next to Seamus, who was sitting across from Ron.
"As if you weren't getting enough attention," Seamus teased. Ginny gave him a playful shove.
"Shove it, dear," she instructed him. Ron pretended to gag, until Lavender took her seat next to him.
"What was that, Ronnie?" Lavender asked. Ron feigned innocence as Hermione bit her tongue trying not to laugh. "So, Hermione, have you heard about- Ouch!" Lavender winced as Ron stepped on her foot. "Never mind," Lavender corrected. Hermione heaved a sigh and tried to focus on her eggs.
"The word 'surprise' doesn't mean anything to you, does it?" Ron hissed. The others rolled their eyes. Hermione was getting just mad enough to leave when Headmaster Dumbledore stood up.
"Good Morning, Students," he began. "It is my great pleasure to wish you all a very happy Halloween. We have quite a variety of activities planned for you all this evening. First Years through Third Years will be having parties in their common rooms immediately following an early dinner. Fourth Years through Seventh Years are invited to attend Hogwart's First, what we hope will become an Annual Halloween Ball starting at exactly 7pm," he paused to watch this information sink in. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go put your costumes on!" he instructed. It took all of five seconds for the Hall to be cleared of everyone under fourth year. The older students walked out of the Hall calmly, belying their excitement about the evening's festivities.
Hermione stood up slowly, and waved for her friends to go on without her. She made sure she was the absolute last student out of the Great Hall before she left. Two steps outside the door she paused as her eyes scanned the surrounding area. Draco reached out to grab her, and even though she'd been expecting him to do something of the sort, it still startled her.
"So this is your big surprise, huh?" she asked. Draco nodded, that familiar twinkle in his steely blue eyes. Hermione rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to say something, but Draco quickly put one of his fingers on her upper lip and gently pulled her mouth closed. He left his finger there while he explained that the prefects had been planning the dance in secret while she'd been sick.
"But there's more," he told her. "Meet me upstairs, by our window, after your last class today," he instructed. Hermione felt her heart skip a beat when he referred to that window as theirs. Draco traced her lips for a moment and then pulled her chin forward to kiss her briefly before he headed off to class.
* * *
A/N : What you just read was written a long time ago. I have since lost a lot of my inspiration for this story, and I really don't know where I want to go with it anymore, but I hate to leave it unfinished as so many stories have been. I am asking all of you a few questions 1 - do you still want read this story? 2- If you do, where do you want to see it going? Any feedback you have will be greatly appreciated. Thank you very much! -Brit