Lurking Out Of Sight
Chapter 6
After a blur of events that didn't even register in Hermione's mind, She found herself promptly dropped off by her professor in the Hogwarts infirmity without even a backwards glance.
Their encounter had been a very strange one and Hermione found herself awake late into the night, tossing and turning. Madame Pomfrey had issued her a vial or dreamless sleep potion, but potions have been taking less and less effect on her of late. No matter what she tried to do she couldn't fall asleep.
The cold eyes of the death eaters that had attacked her were fresh in her mind. She had suddenly remembered what had happened the night before and silently prayed to forget. Another thing she wished to forget, even though she knew she hadn't been there she kept on seeing a terrified Sirius Black fall slowly through the veil in the Department of mysteries. That particular vision was the most inflicting and even though she disagreed with him more than a bit, she deeply cared for the man that was the closest thing to a father Harry had.
A bright light shone suddenly and Hermione started. Looking around she noticed that it was morning and that her eyes had been closed.
Maybe the potion did work, that is really good.
She smiled to herself and immediately regretted the action as a humongous pulsing pain began in her left temple.
Maybe it wasn't so good…
"Miss Granger, I do believe that you might want to eat some breakfast, no?" Hermione nodded carefully as to not further irritate her headache. A tray with a small plate of eggs, two pieces of toast and a small glass of pumpkin juice was left on the side table and before Madame Pomfrey had taken two steps away a whole piece of toast was gone, resting happily in Hermione's aching stomach.
Hermione looked around a bit more, headache wearing off greatly with the addition of food and stifled a gasp. In the bed next to hers was a very dead looking and very thickly welt covered Ronald Weasley. Tears welled in her eyes remembering the night before. She had not been physically conscious but remembering him being so strong…well, strong, in his own way.
He was somewhat stupid. Why did he pick up the brain?
Hermione shook her head, headache long forgotten and carefully climbed out of her bed and walked to Ron's. Madame Pomfrey's bustling frame had disappeared into her own private office but Hermione didn't even think of it. Slowly she lowered herself next to him, careful not to touch him so she didn't irritate his wounds.
He must have not noticed them when he held me.
Hermione looked at Ron, almost hungrily and recognized every curve and every freckle on his face, the colors and vibrant lights from his hair, and every last shape of his body. She leaned forward and was just about to kiss Ron on the forehead what an over powering sense of hurt, confusion, anger, and annoyance hacked at her mind.
She let out a moan and passed out. Somewhere up high in the castle the boy who lived was yelling.