AN: All dialogue/lines you may recognize came from OotP pg. 824.

Lurking Out Of Sight

Chapter 7

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RECAP:

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.

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"I don't want to talk about how I feel, all right?"

"Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human-"

"THEN-I-DON'T –WANT-TO-BE-HUMAN! I DON'T CARE!" Harry Potter wreaked havoc inside of Professor Dumbledore's office. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE-" Harry screamed, his voice filled with raw pain and anger but unknown to him his actions were causing more than the mere destruction of professor Dumbledore's office.

Hermione granger lay unconscious, yet again on the floor. At least this time help was literally across the room. Hearing Hermione's body slump to the floor Madame Pomfrey nearly sprinted to the bed of Ronald Weasley and found Hermione mid-convulsion.

Her brown hair was plastered to her head in thick, wet curls and her eyes were rolled back to show only the whites.

Madame Pomfrey nearly pushed Ron on to the floor, causing him to wake up abruptly, when she rolled his cot out of the way of Hermione's flailing limbs.

Ron felt the shove of his cot and his eyes flew open. There on the floor was Hermione having a fit. His initial reaction was that all she was wearing was small white panties under a loose and very see-through cotton shift. Ron blushed and then tried to sit up but gave up only to lie helplessly after his whole body exploded in pain.

He looked on in horror as Madame Pomfrey gently dragged Hermione more out of the way of the large pieces of furniture. "You! Mr. Weasley, give me that pillow!"

Ron strained to grab his pillow and after a few moments of excruciating pain he managed to grasp the corner of the pillow and jerked it towards the nurse. Satisfied, she quickly snatched it off the floor and placed it under Hermione's head and in one swift move she rolled her onto her side.

Hermione's face was towards her bed, and Ron was glad because the moment she was securely on her side a gurgling sound came from the vague direction on her head and Ron was definitely positive that Hermione had retched. Quickly stifling that said reaction in Ron's own throat was a hard feat, but he succeeded nonetheless.

"BANG!" went the main doors to the infirmary and in strode Professor Dumbledore himself.

"Poppy? What is going on?" he said once entering the room, and once his eyes set upon his top student all the twinkle that, as Ron noted, was already diminished, disappeared.

"Good Lord, Poppy? Is she all right?" He asked with a whisper.

"I am not sure, but…ah, yes, she is coming to."

Ron saw Hermione's body shudder one last time and the professor's face looked a little bit less grave. Madame Pomfrey gently wiped off Hermione's mouth with the hem of her apron and sighed.

"Miss Granger? Hermione, can you hear me?" Hermione's shoulders shook and she let out a moan. Ron closed his eyes and wished he were anywhere else, or, better yet able to move without wanting to moan himself (which most of the time he did.) "Miss Granger? Do you understand what I am saying?" Madame Pomfrey's attempts were fruitless until-

"You, Mr. Weasley, come here, now."

"But-"

"No, complaining, just get down here. You want to help your friend don't you?"

"Yes sir." Ron slid down the side of his cot and crawled to face Hermione. She looked absolutely terrible. Her face was slick with a greasy sheen and her skin looked greenish.

"Talk to her Ronald."

"I..uh…Hermione? You all there? Are you all right? Can you hear me?" Hermione stirred a bit and Ron leaned closer. "Hermione? Come back…" Ron was close to tears and nearly sighed with relief when Her eyes opened slowly. He leaned closer…

"Hermione?"

Her eyes flew way open and pupils dilated. Nearly to quick for the eye to see she just about flew up onto her own cot with a snarl on her face. Hermione was screaming and spitting, index finger fixed firmly in a straight line pointed towards Ron. The three onlookers jumped and Dumbledore wore a look of mild fear where Ron and Madame Pomfrey were nearly hysterical themselves.

Hermione twitched and grimaced, a substance that bubbled and frothed dripped out of her mouth and onto her vomit stained shift. Ron wanted to run. This was not the Hermione he knew, not at all. This was a monster and he wanted out as soon as he could. Ron began to grow faint and the last thing he remembered was a bright red flash.

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