NOTE: This book is the 6th book, and the way I'm writing it, this is the
last.
DISCLAIMER: All names you recognize all belong to J. K. Rowling, being the
world's greatest author she is. All I own is the plot
"Malfoy, why'd you have to hit him?"
"He wasn't paying attention to me. Besides, he started it."
"But you could've ended it!"
"I did! Why do you think he's lying there, unconscious?"
"No, Malfoy, I meant about why did you have to knock his head over the table! Harry!" Hermione exclaimed looking at her friend, as Harry let out a moan.
"Merlin's sake, the boy-who-freaking-lived is now the boy-who- freaking-wouldn't-die." Malfoy said, and left the room. "What the bloody hell happened to my wand!" he yelled, waking up everyone in the building. "It's gone!"
"Malfoy, just retrace your steps, I'm sure you'll find it," Fred told him, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, Weasley, I'm sure you don't want me to find it." Malfoy joked. "That way you can get revenge."
"George and me have already done that, Malfoy... No need to get revenge now." Fred sniggered. Malfoy looked nervous.
"Tell me, before I walk into it, or fall into it, or get covered in it."
"You'll find out," George laughed. "By the way, here's your wand." Malfoy took it carefully, and then grabbed it from him carefully. It turned into a spoon. George rolled on the floor laughing, and handed Malfoy his real wand. "Hereistimalfoy!" he laughed, the words all coming out as one. "Youcantbelievestupidareyouhow!" Malfoy grabbed it, his face burning red with anger.
"Uhh," Harry said, and Hermione turned her attention back to him. So did Ginny and Cho.
"Shove off, you two, I'll tend to Harry." Hermione said.
"I will!" Ginny yelled.
"Let me, Harry!" Cho said to him.
"Let Harry decide for himself." Hermione said, and Harry pointed at Fred and Malfoy. The others left the room.
"Why'd you choose us, Potter?" Malfoy demanded.
"I wanted to say I'm sorry for fighting you both. But, like both of you said, I'm under lots of stress." Harry said, trying to lift his head but failing.
"Harry, we really only wanted to help you, but you refused us to." Fred said, and he looked at Harry's face. "Sorry."
"Potter, we really didn't try to hurt you, but we didn't want you to go crazy or anything." Malfoy said.
"No, its okay. Really. I dunno if I'll make it through this alive or not." Harry said, and he looked back out the window. "It's really taken a beating on me. And plus what you two did." Harry smiled weakly.
"Harry, no you can't die! It's not time for you yet!" Hermione said, rushing into the room. She motioned Fred and Malfoy out of the room, and she started to run her fingers through his hair. Tears ran down her face. "Harry," she whispered, and Harry looked at her. "Harry, I love you."
"I love you, too, Mione. But I don't know what's doing to happen." He said quietly.
"Harry, I don't want you to die." She cried quietly, and Harry gave her a hug.
"Mione, I don't think I will, at least not yet, but I may have amnesia or be out for a couple of days, or weeks, because of what Malfoy did, but I forgive him. What he did was needed." Harry took her by the shoulders and made it so they were looking eye to eye. He wiped the tears off her face. "But either way, I know that you'll make it through. Hermione- -," Harry said, and tipped her head so he could look into her eyes. "I really don't want to leave you behind. So don't get the impression that I hate you."
"Harry," Hermione whispered, and laid her head on Harry's chest. Harry stroked her hair, and Hermione let the tears fall off her face again, thinking it would be the last time Harry ever did that.
"I know," Harry told her, and the room started turning black again. "I know."
"Harry," Hermione said, and more tears raced down her face, as Seamus grabbed her and took her into the other room. NOTE: I know it's a short chapter, but I needed to get Hermione's feelings out in the open about Harry. And I think it adds a sort of twist to the story, how about you?
PLEASE REVIEW I don't need a certain number, but it would be nice if I had another idea to what happens!
"Malfoy, why'd you have to hit him?"
"He wasn't paying attention to me. Besides, he started it."
"But you could've ended it!"
"I did! Why do you think he's lying there, unconscious?"
"No, Malfoy, I meant about why did you have to knock his head over the table! Harry!" Hermione exclaimed looking at her friend, as Harry let out a moan.
"Merlin's sake, the boy-who-freaking-lived is now the boy-who- freaking-wouldn't-die." Malfoy said, and left the room. "What the bloody hell happened to my wand!" he yelled, waking up everyone in the building. "It's gone!"
"Malfoy, just retrace your steps, I'm sure you'll find it," Fred told him, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, Weasley, I'm sure you don't want me to find it." Malfoy joked. "That way you can get revenge."
"George and me have already done that, Malfoy... No need to get revenge now." Fred sniggered. Malfoy looked nervous.
"Tell me, before I walk into it, or fall into it, or get covered in it."
"You'll find out," George laughed. "By the way, here's your wand." Malfoy took it carefully, and then grabbed it from him carefully. It turned into a spoon. George rolled on the floor laughing, and handed Malfoy his real wand. "Hereistimalfoy!" he laughed, the words all coming out as one. "Youcantbelievestupidareyouhow!" Malfoy grabbed it, his face burning red with anger.
"Uhh," Harry said, and Hermione turned her attention back to him. So did Ginny and Cho.
"Shove off, you two, I'll tend to Harry." Hermione said.
"I will!" Ginny yelled.
"Let me, Harry!" Cho said to him.
"Let Harry decide for himself." Hermione said, and Harry pointed at Fred and Malfoy. The others left the room.
"Why'd you choose us, Potter?" Malfoy demanded.
"I wanted to say I'm sorry for fighting you both. But, like both of you said, I'm under lots of stress." Harry said, trying to lift his head but failing.
"Harry, we really only wanted to help you, but you refused us to." Fred said, and he looked at Harry's face. "Sorry."
"Potter, we really didn't try to hurt you, but we didn't want you to go crazy or anything." Malfoy said.
"No, its okay. Really. I dunno if I'll make it through this alive or not." Harry said, and he looked back out the window. "It's really taken a beating on me. And plus what you two did." Harry smiled weakly.
"Harry, no you can't die! It's not time for you yet!" Hermione said, rushing into the room. She motioned Fred and Malfoy out of the room, and she started to run her fingers through his hair. Tears ran down her face. "Harry," she whispered, and Harry looked at her. "Harry, I love you."
"I love you, too, Mione. But I don't know what's doing to happen." He said quietly.
"Harry, I don't want you to die." She cried quietly, and Harry gave her a hug.
"Mione, I don't think I will, at least not yet, but I may have amnesia or be out for a couple of days, or weeks, because of what Malfoy did, but I forgive him. What he did was needed." Harry took her by the shoulders and made it so they were looking eye to eye. He wiped the tears off her face. "But either way, I know that you'll make it through. Hermione- -," Harry said, and tipped her head so he could look into her eyes. "I really don't want to leave you behind. So don't get the impression that I hate you."
"Harry," Hermione whispered, and laid her head on Harry's chest. Harry stroked her hair, and Hermione let the tears fall off her face again, thinking it would be the last time Harry ever did that.
"I know," Harry told her, and the room started turning black again. "I know."
"Harry," Hermione said, and more tears raced down her face, as Seamus grabbed her and took her into the other room. NOTE: I know it's a short chapter, but I needed to get Hermione's feelings out in the open about Harry. And I think it adds a sort of twist to the story, how about you?
PLEASE REVIEW I don't need a certain number, but it would be nice if I had another idea to what happens!