Chapter Nine (continued)
"I hope Harry is all right," Hermione said, looking anxiously at her toast.
"He's gonna be fine, don't you worry!" Ron said before taking a large bite out of his blueberry muffin.
"Harry's a survivor... The Boy Who Lived... we all know that," Melissa said, before taking a small bite out of her poppy seed muffin.
"Oh, God! He's going to die!" Hermione said, her eyes welling up with tears. She then put her hands over her face and sobbed uncontrollably.
Suddenly, Brigitte came over to the table. "Hey, guys. I heard what, like, happened, to Harry and all... But, like, I'm sure he's gonna be okay! He's Harry Potter for goodness sake!" she said, smiling. Which made Hermione sob harder.
"What's wrong?" Brigitte asked dumbly. She patted Hermione's back awkwardly, then excused herself to go sit with Samantha. And Draco. Can't forget Draco.
"Did anyone ever find out why he was vomiting and stuff so much?" Mariela said, "And what happened at St. Mungo's? And-"
"The questions all over again!" Fred roared, throwing his hands in the air. "I have the answer to all of your questions. And that is: NO!"
"You don't have to be mean about it," Mariela said quietly before she got up and left the Great Hall.
"Mariela!" Fred called before he got up and ran after her.
"Looks like he's in trouble," Ron said as he rolled sausage onto his plate.
"Yup," Melissa replied, watching Fred leave the Great Hall in pursuit of Mariela.
Suddenly, Melissa's Happy Bunny bag began to ring. "Bloody hell... what is that sound?" Ron asked, bewildered. He looked around the Great Hall. Other people seemed to be searching for it's source, too.
"It's just my celly..." Melissa said as she pulled out her cell phone from her purse.
"BLOODY HELL!" Ron gasped, "IS THAT A CELL PHONE YOU'RE HOLDING?"
"Um, yea... and I kind of have to answer..." Melissa looked at Ron, who had a quizzical expression on his face.
"My dad has one of those things; he thinks it vacuums stuff up. I tried to tell him that that's what vacuums do but he won't listen to me, what with all his years of experience and all..." Ron droned on and on.
"Yes Ron, now I'm going to have to take this call." Melissa was getting irritated. "Hello? Harry?"
Then Harry magically appeared with the super cell phone that had previously vowed to be his friend no matter what, but he found it hard when Harry was vomiting all the time so eventually, he just made Harry stop and be back to normal again. Anyway, Harry appeared, Melissa hung up, and he explained all that had happened.
Ron looked more awed than when he saw the cell phone, "BLOODY HELL! SANTA CLAUSE SENT DUMBLEDORE TO ST. MUNGO'S! I ALWAYS WANTED TO MEET SANTA CLAUSE!" Hermione looked at him like he was the stupidest thing on Earth, even stupider than a rock, although rocks aren't stupid, Hermione just assumed that rocks were stupid because she had never spoken to a rock (not many people have) and so she assumed rocks were stupid, when really, they were the most magical things in the universe. Except cell phones. Everyone knows cell phones are more magical than rocks. Anyways... Hermione looked at Ron as though he was the stupidest thing on Earth, "Shut up, Ron."
So Ron shut up, and Harry ate to try and get the taste of vomit out of his mouth. He still hadn't explained why he was always vomiting, and he wasn't sure he wanted to either.
The sun was shining, and Harry's stomach was rumbling. He looked down at his midriff, thought a final Oh no, and then started vomiting all over his shoes.
Though that thought wasn't exactly final, since he didn't die immediately afterwards.
"Harry?" Hermione asked slowly. The group was sitting by the lake, as they just had some exams and ended up with a few free days. They weren't end of year exams... just... exams. The professors at Hogwarts loved exams and torturing innocent students, so obviously, they gave tons of exams.
"Harry?" Hermione asked again. When Harry stopped vomiting, he looked up at Hermione with tears in his eyes.
"Her... Hermione..." he whispered. He then reached her, and planted his mouth firmly on hers. She was horrified, and tried to squirm away from his grasp. His mouth tasted of vomit.
Then, he vomited.
Harry's hold weakened and Hermione got away, coughing and spitting out Harry's vomit into the lake. The merpeople wouldn't appreciate that, but screw them. And as a matter of fact, as it was turning to winter, it was the merpeople's mating season. So this meant constant screwing.
But, that's another chapter.
"You are so vile, Harry!" Ron spat as the group left Harry alone on his worn picnic blanket.
Harry shook his head, then looked longingly into the lake. Why hadn't Hermione kissed him back? He thought vomiting was attractive to girls! He began to weep, as Harry Potter weeps an awful lot, and then sensed someone was with him. He looked up, and Professor Mathieson was looking down at him, smirking.
"I saw what happened back there, you horny idiot," Mathieson said. Harry simply shook his head, so Mathieson continued, "Only a complete moron would try to kiss a girl when: one, you are prone to frequent vomiting, two, you actually just finished vomiting and so your mouth tastes like that, and three, the girl obviously hates you. Especially now," Mathieson said, looking back at Hermione as she sat on a different hill, far away from Harry.
"Why are you so mean all the time?" Harry asked, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"I'm not mean, you're just stupid," Professor Mathieson said before he walked away. Harry felt alone. Utterly and hopelessly, ALONE.
I hope you liked the three chapter one chapter thinger. It just didn't make sense to put all three of chapter nine together, you know?