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Chapter 16: First Day of Christmas: In the Hospital Wing!
"Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep"
Hermione rolled away from Harry the next day and hit the snooze button on her alarm. She squinted at the time and groaned, she had forgot to reset it and it had woke them up at the same time that she wakes up to catch the train for Hogwarts, which was five o'clock in the bloody morning!
Harry groaned, but not for the reason as Hermione. He was groaning because Hermione had moved away from him. "Uuugghhh." Harry groaned wrapping his arms back around her and pulling her back towards him. "It had better be a lot latter than it feels like Mione." He said as he buried his face into her bushy mane of hair.
"It isn't."
"Why do we have to wake up so bloody early?"
"We don't."
"Then why…?"
"Because I forgot to reset my alarm, silly."
"Oh."
"We can stay in bed for a couple more hours at least, and then we will have to get up."
"But that is only seven o'clock in the bloody morning! I have never gotten up this early on a break in my entire life!" Harry protested in vainly.
"Yeah, but none of those times you where staying at my house, or a guest in my bed." She grinned realizing just how wrong that sounded.
"Mione? Have we forgotten the nice talk I had with your dad about that?" said Harry teasingly.
"Maybe."
"Mione…" said Harry threateningly.
"No, I haven't Harry. Geesh, you are paranoid about my father aren't you?"
Harry stuttered, "Have you seen how big he is? He could crush me like a tin can!"
"You could kill him too, you know."
"Yeah and get kicked out of Hogwarts for using magic. Duh, that wouldn't be very smart now would it?"
"Oh my gosh! Harry Potter actually thought something out! The world is coming to an end!"
Harry grinned and then without warning tackled her to the bed, tickling her all the way.
"Agh! Harry! S-s-s-stop! No fair!" she screeched trying to bat his hands away from her.
"Whoever said life had to be fair." Said Harry pinning her to the bed by straddling her with his knees on either side of her. He leaned over and seized her arms and pinned them against her sides. They both sat there breathing hard.
"Ok, you win." She gasped up at him. She tried to wiggle out of his grip, but she hadn't realized how strong he was. Now that she thought about it, she could see the muscles on his arms, standing out as he restrained her arms. She continued trying to squirm free, but Harry held her in place with his knees.
"Damn." Was all she said when she realized that she couldn't get free.
Harry laughed, and then still without freeing her he leaned over and gave her a kiss. That kiss went abruptly passionate, and Harry lowered himself closer to her. Hermione managed to free her arms and wrapped them around his back pulling him on top of her. Neither of them heard her father coming down the hall.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" he screamed as he passed Hermione's room and peered in. The sight that met his eyes was unbelievable to him. He saw his daughter and her boyfriend kissing on the bed with the boy lying on top of her.
"GET OFF OF HER!" He screamed as he charged into the room and forcefully pulled Harry off her and threw him up against the wall.
"Daddy! Daddy, stop it! We weren't doing anything!" Hermione cried, sobbed as she looked up at her father with tears running down her face. She was scared that he really was going to kill Harry.
But her desperate cries fell on deaf ears as he continued to push Harry brutally against the wall. Harry thought about struggling then quickly dismissed that idea, he didn't want to provoke Mr. Granger any more than he already was, plus in his rage Mr. Granger was as strong as an ox. He was going to kill Harry who, in his mind, had harmed his daughter.
Mrs. Granger came running down the hall to see what Hermione was screaming about and froze, seeing her husband slamming Harry against the wall bellowing like a wounded animal and Hermione kneeling on the bed desperately trying to reason with her father.
"Harold," she cried addressing her husband, "what is going on here? Put Harry down this instant!"
"Stephanie, if you had seen what I had just seen walking into this room you would not be telling me to put this scum down." Harold replied breathing heavily and relaxing his grip on Harry for a second, before slamming him brutally back into the wall. "I trusted you! Then I turn my back for one minute and you are shagging her like there is no tomorrow. I trusted you!" He punctuated each sentence by slamming Harry into the wall.
Mrs. Granger gasped, and then logically turned to her daughter for answers. "Hermione is this true?"
"No," she sobbed, "We were having a tickle fight. And he is so much stronger than I am; he pinned me easily underneath him. And he gave me a kiss! That was all it was Daddy a kiss! You try kissing someone when they are holding you down! Of course they are going to fall on top of you! We were just kissing Daddy!"
Mrs. Granger turned to Harry who was still up against the wall, with Mr. Granger leaning his full weight on his rib cage with one hand at the boy's throat. "Is this true Harry?" Harry gulped and nodded.
"See Harold, you just came in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now put Harry down." Mr. Granger hesitated for a few seconds, and then relaxed his hold for a precious second before slamming Harry one last time into the wall.
"Harold! Put him down now!"
Mr. Granger let him go unceremoniously and Harry fell to the ground to weak to stand up. He immediately curled up into a ball on the defensive and buried his head into his knees breathing raggedly. He was scared, no that would be the understatement of the century he thought, and he was terrified! Mr. Granger looked down at him, and Harry cautiously looked up. Mr. Granger held out his hand to Harry, but he flinched away and reburied his head, looking very much like a trapped animal waiting to be shot. Mr. Granger's eye widened, he hadn't meant to scare the boy that bad.
He stared down at Harry for a second, then turned muttering, "I am sorry Harry." He brushed passed his shocked wife and headed down stairs.
Hermione scrambled off her bed and rushed to Harry, who was still curled up sobbing raggedly into his arms. Hermione started to stroke his head, running her fingers through the messy black tangle of hair.
"Oh Harry, I am so sorry. I'm sorry Harry. I never knew he would act like that. Its ok Harry he his gone now. I'll make sure that he apologizes to you. Oh Harry I am sorry."
Harry looked up and his eyes met those of Mrs. Granger, she smiled thinly at him and then too turned and headed down the stairs. When she left, Harry started to gasp and wheeze.
"Harry? Harry are you alright?" Hermione asked.
Harry started to uncurl himself, then suddenly grabbed his chest and sobbed.
"Harry? Harry is it your ribs again? Did he rebreak them?"
Harry didn't answer but continued to clutch his chest and breathe shallowly.
"Harry, lie down or at least try to. That will help you to relieve some of the pressure on your chest."
Harry slid as best as he could down the wall, and sat there still breathing shallowly. Hermione reached for his shirt and gently pulled it up revealing his well worked chest, which was once again turning purple before her eyes. She barely brushed her fingertips against his skin when he gasped and pushed her hands away quickly.
"Don't! Don't touch!"
Hermione pulled back quickly, she was scared, he really seemed to be in pain this time.
"MUM! Mum! Come quick!" she screamed.
Mrs. Granger came running up the stairs and back into Hermione's room. She gasped at Harry, seeing his chest bruised and purple.
"I think Dad has rebroke his ribs. He needs to go to the hospital immediately."
But Harry shook his head and wheezed, "Hogwarts."
"How on Earth are we going to get you to Hogwarts?"
"They will come."
Before Hermione could question who 'they' were, her dad stuck his head around the door.
"Stephanie? What is going on? I thought I heard Hermione calling for you." Then he spotted Harry and groaned inwardly, he hadn't meant to hurt the boy, just show him not to mess with his daughter.
It was amazing the effect that Mr. Granger now had on Harry. He looked up to see Mr. Granger standing in the doorway and he shouted and curled himself back up and into a ball.
"Stay away from me! Keep him away form me!"
Hermione turned to see her dad standing there and she exploded on him. "GO AWAY DAD! Just go away! If you hadn't been so stupid and overreacted Harry wouldn't be hurt right now! This is your entire fault!" He stood there shocked for a moment before he turned and left, hurt clearly written on his face. Before Hermione could take back what she had said, she heard three soft cracks right in a row and suddenly Tonks, Lupin, and Moody were standing in her bedroom.
"Harry? Hermione what in the bloody hell happened?" said Lupin as he approached Harry. Gently tapping him on the shoulder, Lupin was shocked by the reaction that he got out of Harry. Starting and flinching away from the touch Harry looked up and gave Lupin a look of pure terror, before reburying his face in his arms.
"Well, it is kind of embarrassing, but the important thing is I think Harry has rebroken his ribs."
Tonks nodded and turned to Moody, "How are we going to get him to Hogwarts?"
"Portkey would probably be the best. We had better put the full body bind on him so that way we won't hurt him when we land."
Hermione had out her wand in an instant, but it was taken away by Lupin, "Remember, and"he said playfully, "no magic outside of school." Pointing his own wand at Harry he muttered, "Petrificus Totalus!" Instantly Harry's whole body went as stiff as a board. He shouldered him between Moody and himself while Tonks quickly made a portkey out of a pen sitting on Hermione's desk.
Hermione turned to her mother, "I am so sorry Mum, but I really must go with him, just in case…"
Her mother gave her a hug, "Of course dear, we would want for you to go and be with him." She watched as Hermione's gaze drifted toward the door, "Don't worry about your father, he feels really bad that he hurt Harry, so you can expect a full apology when you return." Hermione nodded and hurried to stand next to Tonks to put her finger on the portkey. She felt the usual tug at her navel and closed her eyes.
Hermione felt herself begin to slow down and opened her eyes to see Professor Dumbledore's office come into focus, before she landed with a loud thump. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk and looked up casually as if people suddenly appearing in his office were the most normal thing in the world. His eyes widened slightly when he realized what Moody and Lupin were carrying.
"Remus, what happened to him?" he asked standing up and striding toward them. He peered at Harry through his half moon glasses.
"Well, we really aren't sure. We were just sitting in the teachers' lounge having tea when Harry did that mind to mind thing that you told us about. We got this image of him lying on the floor sobbing and we went to go rescue him and we found him like this."
Dumbledore turned to Hermione, "I believe you know what happened to him?"
She nodded, "Yeah, it happened this morning. I had forgotten to reset my alarm from when I went to Hogwarts last year and it woke us up at five. We started talking and somehow we started to tickle each other." Hermione had a grin on her face remembering.
"Well he won, and he bent over to kiss me. We started to kiss and then my dad walked in."
"Oh no, I can see where this is heading." said Tonks.
Hermione nodded, "Yeah, he went berserk. He assumed that we were having sex," at this Hermione made a face at that thought, "or something. He pulled Harry off of me and threw him into the wall. He continued to do this even though I was telling him that we were just kissing but he wouldn't listen to me. Then my mum came in and got him to stop to explain to him that it was all a misunderstanding. He let Harry go and offered him his hand, but Harry flinched away from him and curled up in a ball, I guess he was trying to protect himself.
"Well dad left and so did mum. When they did he started to wheeze and cough like he did when he broke his ribs during that quidditch match. I checked his chest and it was turning purple. I barely touched it and he told me to stop because it was painful. I told him we needed to go to the hospital and he said no that we should go to Hogwarts."
As she took and deep breathe Dumbledore gently steered them all out of his office and down the hallway toward the Hospital wing.
"I asked him how on earth were we going to get to Hogwarts and he said that 'they' would come. I guess he meant you three?" she asked turning towards Lupin, Moody and Tonks. They nodded in agreement.
"Well, then you all showed up and we were transported here, so here we are."
They had reached the door to the hospital wing. Dumbledore held it open for Moody and Lupin. Walking into the wing they laid him down on the nearest bed as Tonks shouted for Madame Pompfrey. Lupin took the spell off Harry and he started to gasp and wheeze again.
Madame Pompfrey came in then. "Potter again? What has he done this time?"
"Nothing Poppy, merely gotten on the wrong side of Ms. Granger's father."
Madame Pompfrey raised her eyebrows and bent over Harry. She prodded his chest gently and like he did with Hermione he cried out in pain and pushed her hands away from his chest.
She straightened up, "Definitely broken ribs again, but thankfully unlike last time where he broke the cartilage, this time he has actually broken the bone, which is why it seems much more painful.
But thankfully I can fix it this time without him having to wear a brace for another six weeks. Ms. Granger if you could please sit him up slightly so that he can swallow this."
Hermione set him up and Harry again cried out in pain as his ribs tried to bend. Madame Pompfrey quickly forced him to swallow the Skel-a-grow. Harry chocked and gasped and tried to spit it back up, but Madame Pompfrey forced him to keep his mouth closed. Harry reluctantly swallowed and Madame Pompfrey released his mouth and handed him a Butter Beer. Harry gratefully took it and swallowed the contents to rid his mouth of the taste of the horrible potion.
"There, you should be alright tomorrow. Ms. Granger I can set you up with a bed in here for tonight if you would like." said Madame Pompfrey.
"That would be great Madame Pompfrey, thank you."
Madame Pompfrey nodded and wished Harry and everyone good afternoon, then turned and walked into her office in the back of the infirmary.
Dumbledore turned to Tonks, Remus, and Moody, "If you could please give us a few minutes alone? I need to talk to them privately." They nodded and wished Harry and Hermione good day before walking out of the infirmary.
Dumbledore turned and watched quietly as Hermione sat down on the side of Harry's bed and gently stroke his hand.
"Hermione?" Dumbledore asked, breaking the silence.
Hermione started and looked up, "Yes, Professor?"
"Are you sure that you and Harry weren't planning on doing anything else before your father walked in?"
"ARE YOU SERIOUS PROFESSOR?" Hermione shouted, but she wasn't the only one, Harry's eyes had snapped open, and both of them were staring at Dumbledore with shock written on both of their faces.
"Yes I am."
Harry groaned, "Why are you all thinking that I am some hormonal teenager, and am going to have sex with her the second everyone leaves the room?"
Dumbledore held up his hands, "I am not accusing you of that Harry and you know it. But it just that things even when you don't mean to can get out of hand, and have you forgotten you mental link with Voldemort? Any really strong emotions like that could cause him to realize that you two like each other more than the whole casual boyfriend and girlfriend thing."
Harry and Hermione's jaw dropped. They both had completely forgotten about Harry's connection with Voldemort. Harry slapped himself in the head at his stupidity, then winced because his head hurt.
Dumbledore nodded grimly, "I need you both to promise me that you will keep your hormones firmly in place until this war is over, understood?"
Both Harry and Hermione nodded.
"Good, well then, I guess I will wish you all good afternoon. I trust you will be returning to your house, Ms. Granger, if Madame Pompfrey deems Harry fit to leave in the morning?"
"Yes, and don't worry Professor, Harry will get a full blown out apology from my father when we get home." Hermione stated grimly.
Dumbledore gave her and Harry a small smile, then turned and walked noiselessly out of the hospital wing.
Harry sighed and closed his eyes again, trying not to notice the thousands of pinpricks that he was feeling across his chest as the bones knitted themselves back together.
"Well, this is an interesting turn of events." Hermione said trying to stay positive about the whole situation.
"Yeah great." Harry muttered.
"Oh, Harry, I am so sorry. Trust me when we get home I will have him worshipping the very ground you walk upon."
Harry smiled, and reopened his eyes. Hermione gave him a lopsided grin then bent down and kissed him.
"Mmm," Harry groaned when the kiss ended, "So what do you want to do while I wait for my bones to heal?"
"I suggest that we do this." And with that Hermione bent back down and kissed him.
"Sounds great to me," Harry murmured and kissed her back deeply.
Harry couldn't help think though, as they lay together latter that night, that maybe that this was a bad omen that his first 24 hours of Christmas break was spent in the hospital wing.