Days pasted, Hermione healed and Harry tended to her every need. Hermione never talked about the incident. She just acted as if nothing happened. Still sore, she would rarely walk around the corridors. Yet, the teachers never said a word.
Harry was beginning to feel that this whole thing was starting to effect her normal life. She never slept long, ate little and was always nervous. Harry had to talk to her about it. He has already tried but she would always leave or change the subject. She is very stubborn.
Harry caught up with her after Potions.
"Hermione wait!" Harry yelled.
"Oh, Hey Harry. What's up?" She said.
"Um, we have to talk Hermione." Harry told her.
"Ok, what about? Potions, can you believe that Snape is making us do that huge essay on the Truth Potion? I mean, come on!…" Hermione was nervously rambling.
Harry ran in front of her and stopped her from walking anymore.
"Hermione, you know what about. A few days ago…Hermione, you can't keep it inside." Harry said.
"Keep what inside Harry, really I'm fine. You are always trying to talk to me but I'm perfectly fine with everything." Hermione lied and Harry knew it. She started to walk again.
"Stop! Hermione!" Harry yelled. But she didn't, she just ignored him.
"I know something is wrong Hermione, talk to me!" He yelled down the hall.
"Leave me alone Harry!" She yelled. Everyone in the halls stopped and stared at Harry. He quickly ran to get rid of the gazing eyes.
Harry sat in the library. He was supposed to be doing his research on the potion essay from Snape's class. Instead he was thinking of ways to get Hermione confess. When it hit him.
I'm doing an essay on... A TRUTH potion… Of course! Harry got up and looked for the books he needed to make the potion.
Who knew one of Snape's assignments would actually come in handy once .
As he read, he learned this potion would be easy to make and VERY useful. It was actually considered a medicine. The potion makes the victim weak after taking it so they couldn't get away when being interrogated. The victim can't control what they say, how much they say or when they say it. It also supposedly had a nasty taste.
He decided to make it in the girl's bathroom, the one with Moaning Myrtle. He knew no one would be there.
It was now night. By Hermione's messed up routine now, she would always come down to the common room to a cup of tea. He knew she would come.
Harry sat on the couch in the common room, staring at the bottle which he had filled with the potion. He twirled it around trying to think of a way to get Hermione to drink it.
He heard the creaking of the stairs.
"Look a fire and look who is in front of it. My theory is proven."
Harry turned around and saw Hermione standing on the steps.
She passed him and went to make some tea when Harry stood up.
"Uh, I already and made you some tea Hermione." Harry held up the bottle.
"Thanks, but I like to make it myself." She said.
Harry looked at the bottle.
She came over and they both sat down. Hermione set her tea on the coffee table.
"So Harry, what's been up with you?" Hermione asked.
"What's been up with you" Harry said, staring at Hermione.
"No Harry. Not this again" She said starting to get mad.
"Yes this again Hermione! Something is clearly wrong. Or were you coming down here at the exact same time every night to get the same tea before?" Harry yelled.
"Hermione, take this!" Harry yelled, pushing the bottle towards her.
"NO!" They stood up, knocking the coffee table over. Spilling the tea and breaking the cup.
"Hermione!" Harry shouted.
"Go away Harry!" Hermione tried to run away.
Harry grabbed her and slammed to into the wall, jamming the bottle into her mouth, forcing the potion down her throat.
Hermione tried to break free but it was no use. Harry had her against the wall and the potion was taking effect.
She slowly slid down the wall, still drinking the medicine.
She now sat on the floor. No longer struggling. Once she drank it all, Harry slowly took the bottle out of her mouth. Harry took his hand, held her chin up and stared into her eyes.
"Now, Hermione. What is going on. You can tell me anything." Harry said calmly and quietly.
Hermione took a deep breath.
"I'm scared." She said softly.
"What?" Harry asked. Hermione turned her head away from him.
"I said, I'm scared. I'm scared to death Harry. Why is this happening to me. Each night I lay in my bed, alone, scared, waiting for someone to run at me or something come alive and try to kill me. Everyday night I wonder if this will be the night. If this will be the night someone succeeds to kill me." Hermione was nearly crying. She was trying to hold it in.
"No Hermione, it will never be the night. I can understand being scared. I am too, but why not talk about it? Why wouldn't you tell me?" Harry asked.
"Because I didn't want you to think I'm weak" She answered.
"What? Hermione." Harry turned her face towards him. Revealing tears running down her face.
"Hermione, I know you're not weak. You the strongest person I've ever met. I mean, Ron's scared of spiders. I have never known you to be scared of anything. You are brave and courageous."
"Maybe, but compared to you I'm this little weakling. You have fought Vol…Voldermort and I could never do that. Look. I can barley say his name." Hermione said.
Harry took her hand and put his other hand on the side of her face.
"I don't want you to do that. Hermione I…I would never want you to have to fight him. And believe me, I get so scared if I have to. You don't think I get scared? I always get scared. Dementors, remember them? For friends, I'm scared right now with all this stuff happening to you. I'm terrified. I don't want anything to happen to you. I don't know what I would do"
Hermione sniffled a bit. Harry wiped the tears from her eyes and pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"Come on" Harry whispered. He picked her up and carried her to the couch. Good thing the next day was a Hogsmeade trip. No school and very little people in the castle.
Harry laid her on the couch and then laid down right beside her.
Hermione fell asleep almost instantly. She was extremely tired out from the whole ordeal. Her head was on his shoulder and arm was placed on Harry's chest.
Harry just laid there stroking her hair, watching her sleep right beside him. She was extraordinarily close, he could feel her warm breath hit his neck.
How I wish I could tell you how I feel.
Well…That's chapter 5. How did ya like? Good, Okay, Horrid? Please tell me…and hey! My computer hasn't crashed yet…but it's having problems. It needs a therapist. Anyway, please keep checking in for updates and tell your friends about A REAL FICTIONAL KILLER