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Chapter 5: Recovery

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"So, Harry, what're we going to have for breakfast today?" Hermione asked sweetly. "I mean, this is the first day of your recovery process, and breakfast is important." Harry sighed.

"Probably… toast," he said. Hermione looked at him. "And…eggs and bacon," he added. Hermione smiled. "That's a great start," she said.

"Thanks for helping me recover, Hermione. And what happen isn't told to anyone, and it's kept between us, right?" Harry said expectantly. Hermione nodded. "I'd never tell a soul," she said. Harry hugged her. Hermione hugged him back.

"Harry, why are you so happy all of a sudden?" asked Ron. "It seemed like just yesterday that you were all depressed and gothic-like."

"Ron?" Hermione said. "It was yesterday. And nothing's changed, it's just… he's more…compatible."

"Anyway, Ron," Harry said. "It's none of your business why, so don't ask again, alright?" Harry said it in a serious tone, and Ron knew better than to screw with Harry; things could get uglier than Crabbe in shorts. Ron nodded.

'They probably screwed each other last night,' Ron thought to himself. 'That must've been why Hermione went up to the dormitory.' Ron gasped. 'That's so cool. Harry and Hermione, sitting in a tree…'

"So, Harry," Hermione said, before standing up. "I'll… see you after my Muggle Studies?" Harry nodded. "I should hope so," he said. Hermione smiled and ran off so she wouldn't be late for her class. (Even though it was a half-hour until classes started.) "Hermione's so strange," Harry said. Harry shook his head. "And, Ron," Harry added. "You wouldn't understand if I told you." Ron looked up at Harry with a hurt expression, but Harry ignored it, stood up, and left. Harry went back upstairs, and got a few things he needed for his classes.

When Transfiguration started, Harry took a seat by himself in the back corner; he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone.

He went through the class surprisingly well. McGonagall noticed, too. Harry worked well and got most of the in-class work done. McGonagall held Harry back after the class was over. "Potter, no offense, but where'd you get the sudden motivation to work so well in my class?" the old woman asked. "It's as if someone was going to pay you for doing well today."

"Nobody's paying me, and I'm not being rewarded; but, you can expect this kind of behavior for the next few weeks, it's kind of... kind of a side-effect."

McGonagall shrugged and continued grading papers. Harry caught up with Hermione. "What did Professor McGonagall want?" she asked curiously.
"She wanted to know why I was working so well in her class; I told her it was a side-effect, and...yeah," Harry answered. Hermione rolled her eyes.

When they reached their next class (Care of Magical Creatures), they were talking animatedly to each other. Hagrid didn't seem to mind, seeing as they already knew about what he was showing. Most of the students already had seen the animal that Hagrid was showing off. It was Fang. Fang was a kind-natured dog, and wouldn't hurt anyone, and that was why Hagrid chose him.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron had all already learned about Fang's ancestor's whereabouts, and where they came from, and all about their behavior.

Even though they didn't listen, Harry and Hermione still had to go up and pet the oversized animal. When they were done petting him, their faces were drenched in thick saliva.

"Ew!" Hermione cried. Harry shook his head.

"You've got problems, Hermione," he said. Hermione sighed. She wiped her face on the sleeve of her robe. "Dogs," she whispered. "I am not a dog person."

Hagrid excused the two to get the slime washed off. They simply walked down to the cool lake, which Hagrid had completely cleared, so that you could see the rocks and sand beneath the water.

"How've you been holding up today, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Fine," Harry answered. "It's been a lot better since... you know." Hermione nodded in understanding.

"I can't believe that bitch did that to you," Hermione whispered.

"Hermione, that's exactly what she is---- a bitch," Harry said informatively.

Hermione dipped the sleeve of her robe into the water, and rung it out before wiping it onto her face, taking off the thick saliva.

Harry did the same, and cleared off the gel-like slime. Hermione crawled up onto a large rock. Harry found one right next to it, and climbed up on it.

"Harry, I need to know..." Hermione started nervously. Harry looked at her expectantly, and Hermione inhaled before saying, "Exactly what happened while I was away? I mean, I know what happened... in general, but, really, what happened?"

"Well..." Harry said uncertainly. "When you left, you know... I told you Ron and I attacked Cho with snow, right? She took that as a sign that I still liked her. And... she got into the common room during Christmas, because the bloody Fat Lady went on holiday, along with all the other portraits. There was no one there, and Dumbledore just left the portraits open, because he thought it nice that we have the portraits go on holiday. Then, Cho got in. She's a stalker. And, because you, Lavender, and Parvati were all on vacation, Ron was sleeping in your bed. He didn't know anything was going on.

Even though I'm stronger than Cho, I also weigh less, so she could kill me. She was going to kill you. She would've... if I didn't...she would've... I wouldn't let her, but she was going to crush me, so I stopped fighting. I wasn't going to win. She would've. She would've done whatever it took to get me. And she did. And... I don't know if you'd like to be dead right now, but.... you know, that's really up to you." Hermione was silent. She couldn't bring herself to say anything.

If she wouldn't have gone on vacation, none of this ever would've happened. Ron would've been sleeping in the boys' dormitory, and he might've been able to help. But, Hermione knew that nothing ever would've been able to prevent what was going to happen after the fact.

"I think we'd better be getting back to class, Harry. We've been sitting her for almost an hour now." Harry nodded, before retreating after Hermione to Care of Magical Creatures. Several minutes later, they were dismissed for their next class.

Hermione was quiet the whole way to the Great Hall. There, they met up with Ron. "I can't believe that McGonagall put us in different bloody classes! I have to have a bunch of my classes with people I barely know!" Ron complained.

"At least we have the next class together," said Hermione.

"Oh, yes," said Ron sarcastically. "Potions, the one class where we can socialize and frolic." Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Harry wasn't paying attention. Hermione watched in utter confusion as Harry stood up and walked out of the Great Hall wordlessly. She was confused, but decided not to go after him; she'd ask later.

Harry ran out into the foyer. "What is it?" Harry asked.

"It's Father," said Draco. "He says that I'm not allowed to go back to the mansion." '

"What am I going to do about it?" Harry said.

"Well," Draco began, "Professor Dumbledore said that it would be okay if I stayed at the Headquarters, but said I should probably ask you first." Harry looked at Draco. He had treated Harry and his friends like dirt in the past few years, but during the G.T., Harry had learned Draco's reasons for being that way.

"Err..." Harry began. "I don't know how to tell you this, but..." he paused. He looked at the solemn look on the blonde boy's face. "I don't know how to tell you this, but Ron and Hermione stay there for the summer, too. You'll have to be nice to them."

Draco sighed, and then smirked. "You're not bad for a Gryffindor," he said. He left Harry in the foyer alone. Harry would've rather stayed in the Great Hall and talked to his friends, but he'd just saved Draco Malfoy's life. He figured that was a reward enough for the day. Even though he did not receive anything for saving him, the guilt of fifth year's previous events dropped. His blood felt warmer, for some reason. It was not until people began to walk around Harry that he knew that it was time to go to classes. He waited for Ron and Hermione. "I'll tell you later," Harry muttered to Hermione.

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FOR ALL OF YOU THAT HAVE BEEN READING MY STORY 'I HAVE A FEELING' I HAD NO FREAKING IDEA THAT IT WAS CUT SHORT! I DON'T EVEN GET THAT! I JUST SAW THAT AND I WAS LIKE, 'THAT'S GAY.'....... SO, YES. I'M SORRY. YOU WILL HAVE TO USE YOUR IMAGINATION FOR THAT ONE. BUT, I WILL CONTINUE WITH..... CHAPTER SIX!