A/N: Okay you guys, I am REALLY sorry I haven't updated in so long. I have
been so busy, but I finally managed to get this one done, between moments
of craziness. So enjoy!
I woke up in the middle of the night (well, early morning) feeling completely disoriented, and my eyes hurt. I looked around for a few seconds, blinking at my surroundings, not quite sure where I was. Then I realized I was sitting in my bed, in my dorm room. But wait. Last thing I remember was talking with Harry, and then falling asleep.....oh, Merlin, not again! I had fallen asleep on Harry again. And after another one of my tear-fests no less! What a basket case I was turning into.
I hopped out of bed; surprisingly awake for the few hours of sleep I had gotten. I was feeling cheerful for some odd, unknown reason; 'was' being the keyword there. After taking one look in the mirror, I nearly screamed. I looked horrendous! My eyes were bloodshot and swollen, and my hair was looking even frizzier than normal. Glancing at the clock, I let out a sigh, for I was already running late.
I turned the hot tap on, and when it wouldn't get warm, I turned it up all the way. Without thinking, I stepped into the shower, only to jump out again, my back burning from the scalding water. Turning it down again, I cautiously got back in, and, seeing that it was okay, proceeded to take the quickest shower of my life. (and only got shampoo in my eyes twice!)
Grabbing a towel off the rack, I dried off and threw on the first clean pair of clothes I found. I did my hair, just pulling it back and praying it wouldn't frizz too much. As for my eyes, I tried to cover them the best I could, but make-up isn't exactly my forte. I gathered my books and put them in my bag, and then flew down the stairs, hoping I would at least make the last five minutes of breakfast. I wasn't looking where I was going and missed the last stair, landing flat on my face, and ripping my pants at the same time. Oh bugger! Panting, I plopped down in the chair next to Harry and grabbed a piece of toast. I flashed him a smile as I spread some jam, my favorite, over the toast. Of course, I should have known better, what with the kind of day I was having, but of course I wasn't thinking.
I gasped as the purple jam fell off the toast and splattered all over my clean shirt, which just happened to be white. I don't know why I was even surprised. After all, just this morning, I had already managed to oversleep, burn myself, get shampoo in my eyes, put on clothes that didn't match, trip, and rip my pants, and now on top of all that, I ruined my shirt. What a brilliant way to start the day!
I debated on whether to go back upstairs and change and risk being late for class or look like a freak for the rest of the day. Naturally, my first thought was to go change, but a quick look at my watch told me otherwise. Of course, I was still running late. Without any other choice, I grabbed another piece of toast (wisely choosing not to put anything on it) and ran off to my next class, after saying bye to Harry. Thankfully, Lavender was nice enough to let me borrow her sweater until I had a chance to go and change, and the rip in my pants wasn't too noticeable. Wow, this hadn't actually turned out to be too bad of a morning.
Of course, I spoke too soon.
After last class before we had lunch, I dashed upstairs and changed into clean, unripped, matching clothes. Folding Lavender's sweater, I placed it on her bed and then ran to the dining hall, actually in time to have something more than a piece of toast to eat. Settling in, I started to eat, not realizing how hungry I had been. And I managed not to spill anything on myself this time.
I swear, my inner self was tricking me into thinking that I was fine now, that my bad morning had been just that, a bad morning.
After lunch, I was walking with Harry across the grounds to Hagrid's for class. We were talking about everything, from Ron to Quidditch, and I wasn't paying a bit of attention to the path in front of me, so I missed the stray branch on the ground.
"See, I think that the Cannons are....." Mid-sentence, I tripped over the branch and for the second time that day, fell flat on my face. I groaned in pain, and rolled over so I was on my back, looking up into the worried green orbs of Harry's eyes. His mouth was moving, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
"'Mione, are you okay?" he kept repeating over and over, until I finally understood and nodded my head. He extended his hand to and pulled me to my feet, where I stood for about a half-second before wincing in pain and collapsing into him. He grasped me around the waist to keep me from moving.
"What hurts 'Mione?" I gritted my teeth and glanced down at my left ankle, which was now swelling. He followed my eyes and saw why I was in pain.
"We should get you to the infirmary. Can you walk?" he asked, not wanting to put me in any more pain than I already was in. I nodded and tentatively put some pressure on my leg. Gasping in pain, I squeezed my eyes shut as the tears threatened to leak out, and I shook my head no. I felt his hands leave me waist and circle me, and then my feet left the ground. I opened my eyes and saw that Harry was now holding me with my bookbag draped over his shoulder. Encircling his neck with my arms, I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed.
"I'm sorry Harry. I guess you could say I'm having an extremely off-day," I said. He let out a laugh, and said, "I'd say that's a little of an understatement, wouldn't you?" I looked up and saw his eyes sparkling with laughter, and he had such a goofy grin on his face that I couldn't help but crack a small smile.
"That's a little better. Now, how about a laugh?" he said. His arm behind my back tightened a little and he started tickling my side. I burst out laughing until I was out of breath and tears were running down my cheeks.
"Harry, please! Stop! I can't breath!" I gasped out. He had a triumphant smile, but he stopped. By this point we had reached the infirmary, and he knocked on the door to the room. It was opened seconds later by Madame Pince, with a look of disdain on her face.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Please Madame Pince, my ankle, I tripped, I think I may have wrenched it....." I trailed off as her look changed from scorn to pity.
"Oh, you poor child. Please, come right this way," she turned and gestured for Harry to put me down on the bed. Harry deposited me on the bed, and before removing my hands, I drew him close and kissed him on the cheek, much like I had yesterday.
"Thank you Harry. For everything," I whispered softly, and I saw his eyes soften as he nodded his head in understanding. He kissed me gently on the forehead and, leaving my books on the chair next to me, left the room with one last lingering look.
A/N: Again, sorry if it sucks. I haven't had a lot of time to work on this, but I finally got it done.
A/N: Also, as I said, Ron should be returning soon, so keep reading.
A/N: Oh, and thanks so much for all you're reviews, they mean a lot to me! So please, keep reviewing and let me know that you think of my story.
I woke up in the middle of the night (well, early morning) feeling completely disoriented, and my eyes hurt. I looked around for a few seconds, blinking at my surroundings, not quite sure where I was. Then I realized I was sitting in my bed, in my dorm room. But wait. Last thing I remember was talking with Harry, and then falling asleep.....oh, Merlin, not again! I had fallen asleep on Harry again. And after another one of my tear-fests no less! What a basket case I was turning into.
I hopped out of bed; surprisingly awake for the few hours of sleep I had gotten. I was feeling cheerful for some odd, unknown reason; 'was' being the keyword there. After taking one look in the mirror, I nearly screamed. I looked horrendous! My eyes were bloodshot and swollen, and my hair was looking even frizzier than normal. Glancing at the clock, I let out a sigh, for I was already running late.
I turned the hot tap on, and when it wouldn't get warm, I turned it up all the way. Without thinking, I stepped into the shower, only to jump out again, my back burning from the scalding water. Turning it down again, I cautiously got back in, and, seeing that it was okay, proceeded to take the quickest shower of my life. (and only got shampoo in my eyes twice!)
Grabbing a towel off the rack, I dried off and threw on the first clean pair of clothes I found. I did my hair, just pulling it back and praying it wouldn't frizz too much. As for my eyes, I tried to cover them the best I could, but make-up isn't exactly my forte. I gathered my books and put them in my bag, and then flew down the stairs, hoping I would at least make the last five minutes of breakfast. I wasn't looking where I was going and missed the last stair, landing flat on my face, and ripping my pants at the same time. Oh bugger! Panting, I plopped down in the chair next to Harry and grabbed a piece of toast. I flashed him a smile as I spread some jam, my favorite, over the toast. Of course, I should have known better, what with the kind of day I was having, but of course I wasn't thinking.
I gasped as the purple jam fell off the toast and splattered all over my clean shirt, which just happened to be white. I don't know why I was even surprised. After all, just this morning, I had already managed to oversleep, burn myself, get shampoo in my eyes, put on clothes that didn't match, trip, and rip my pants, and now on top of all that, I ruined my shirt. What a brilliant way to start the day!
I debated on whether to go back upstairs and change and risk being late for class or look like a freak for the rest of the day. Naturally, my first thought was to go change, but a quick look at my watch told me otherwise. Of course, I was still running late. Without any other choice, I grabbed another piece of toast (wisely choosing not to put anything on it) and ran off to my next class, after saying bye to Harry. Thankfully, Lavender was nice enough to let me borrow her sweater until I had a chance to go and change, and the rip in my pants wasn't too noticeable. Wow, this hadn't actually turned out to be too bad of a morning.
Of course, I spoke too soon.
After last class before we had lunch, I dashed upstairs and changed into clean, unripped, matching clothes. Folding Lavender's sweater, I placed it on her bed and then ran to the dining hall, actually in time to have something more than a piece of toast to eat. Settling in, I started to eat, not realizing how hungry I had been. And I managed not to spill anything on myself this time.
I swear, my inner self was tricking me into thinking that I was fine now, that my bad morning had been just that, a bad morning.
After lunch, I was walking with Harry across the grounds to Hagrid's for class. We were talking about everything, from Ron to Quidditch, and I wasn't paying a bit of attention to the path in front of me, so I missed the stray branch on the ground.
"See, I think that the Cannons are....." Mid-sentence, I tripped over the branch and for the second time that day, fell flat on my face. I groaned in pain, and rolled over so I was on my back, looking up into the worried green orbs of Harry's eyes. His mouth was moving, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
"'Mione, are you okay?" he kept repeating over and over, until I finally understood and nodded my head. He extended his hand to and pulled me to my feet, where I stood for about a half-second before wincing in pain and collapsing into him. He grasped me around the waist to keep me from moving.
"What hurts 'Mione?" I gritted my teeth and glanced down at my left ankle, which was now swelling. He followed my eyes and saw why I was in pain.
"We should get you to the infirmary. Can you walk?" he asked, not wanting to put me in any more pain than I already was in. I nodded and tentatively put some pressure on my leg. Gasping in pain, I squeezed my eyes shut as the tears threatened to leak out, and I shook my head no. I felt his hands leave me waist and circle me, and then my feet left the ground. I opened my eyes and saw that Harry was now holding me with my bookbag draped over his shoulder. Encircling his neck with my arms, I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed.
"I'm sorry Harry. I guess you could say I'm having an extremely off-day," I said. He let out a laugh, and said, "I'd say that's a little of an understatement, wouldn't you?" I looked up and saw his eyes sparkling with laughter, and he had such a goofy grin on his face that I couldn't help but crack a small smile.
"That's a little better. Now, how about a laugh?" he said. His arm behind my back tightened a little and he started tickling my side. I burst out laughing until I was out of breath and tears were running down my cheeks.
"Harry, please! Stop! I can't breath!" I gasped out. He had a triumphant smile, but he stopped. By this point we had reached the infirmary, and he knocked on the door to the room. It was opened seconds later by Madame Pince, with a look of disdain on her face.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Please Madame Pince, my ankle, I tripped, I think I may have wrenched it....." I trailed off as her look changed from scorn to pity.
"Oh, you poor child. Please, come right this way," she turned and gestured for Harry to put me down on the bed. Harry deposited me on the bed, and before removing my hands, I drew him close and kissed him on the cheek, much like I had yesterday.
"Thank you Harry. For everything," I whispered softly, and I saw his eyes soften as he nodded his head in understanding. He kissed me gently on the forehead and, leaving my books on the chair next to me, left the room with one last lingering look.
A/N: Again, sorry if it sucks. I haven't had a lot of time to work on this, but I finally got it done.
A/N: Also, as I said, Ron should be returning soon, so keep reading.
A/N: Oh, and thanks so much for all you're reviews, they mean a lot to me! So please, keep reviewing and let me know that you think of my story.