A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this out! I was writing a lot in
my other stories, and this one sorta got pushed to the side for a
little bit. ::Looks at you all apologetically:: Meeza is sorry....I'll
try to update more often in all of my stories, perhaps update each
different one a day. Well, I hope you enjoy Please review I love
knowing what you guys think about all this!
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Hermione woke slowly, her eyes crusted together slightly by sleepies. ((I tried to find a big, nice word to use for it, but I really don't know any! You know, those weird little white things in your eyes when you wake up...sleepies....)) She stirred, unconsciously trying to get in a more comfortable position on the hard stone underneath her. As this thought broke its way into her not yet awake mind, she blinked, sitting up a little more against the wall. Wall? Wasn't she supposed to be in her bed? As she woke up more, she realized that she was, indeed, not in her bed, and also that she was sitting on the top of the Astronomy Tower. She was slightly amazed at herself. She was always back before sunrise. She started to stand up, but her progress halted as she saw the soft, black cloak that had been covering her shoulders fall to the ground. She sat there looking at it for several minutes, wondering where it came from, as she was wearing her cloak. She faintly remembered that it had been placed on top of her last night, but it took her a few moments more to hook that together with her potions professor.
She stood up, clutching the cloak around her, her legs tingling with feeling as they slowly got used to the blood suddenly rushing in them. She walked around in circles for a few minutes, allowing the feeling to seep back into her legs before she made her way back to the common room. Shivering slightly in the cold of the fast coming winter, she shoved the door open, nearly falling down the old, worn steps. She kept Snape's cloak wrapped around her, despite the odd looks she received from all she passed. Glancing down at herself, she admitted that she did indeed look very odd. As the cloak was made for a much taller person, it dragged on the ground behind her, and the folds cascaded around her, nearly swallowing her small frame. It took her a lot of self pressuring to get herself to ignore the cat calls of Draco Malfoy.
"Hey, Granger? Got a new boyfriend?"
Instead of walking over to him, smashing his head in the wall, and then cursing his body to some distant land, she kept walking, keeping her eyes glued in front of her. Underneath the black cloth, her hands were wrapped into tight fists.
"Someday, he is going to die a very painful death...A very very painful death involving flesh eating slugs and giant worms..." She muttered to herself, glaring daggers at all she passed.
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Hermione sullenly picked at her food, every now and again placing a bite into her mouth to placate the stern gazes that were being sent her way by the two boys sitting across from her. She threw glares at them while they were not looking, and stuck her tongue out at them whenever they caught her. They were chatting amiably about quiditch, every now and again trying to force Hermione into the conversation. But she would just look down at her plate, refusing to talk. After about half an hour, she stood, gathering her things together quickly.
"Oi, Mione, where are you-"
"I'm going for a walk, Ron. Or is that not allowed?" She shot back, venom dripping in her voice. Ron and Harry had kept such a close watch on her lately, she was lucky if she could get into the bathroom without them tagging along. Well, at least without them waiting impatiently at the door. She felt like one of those little kids walking around with the harnesses on and a lease attached so that she would not get lost or get into trouble.
Ron backed off at her tone, glancing at Harry uncomfortably. "W-well, wait a few secs, We'll come too." He started to get his things together, obviously avoiding her gaze.
"No. You. Will. NOT, Ron Weasley!!! I am not a child! I can take care of myself without you two tagging along all the time! Have you ever heard of something called personal space?!?!" She kept her voice at a low, hissing whisper, so that she would not call attention to herself. That was all she needed now.
"Mione, we're just trying to help..."
Hermione's gaze shot to Harry. "How about helping by staying the hell out of my life!" She stormed out of the great hall, making sure to slam the door rather loudly on the way out. She walked out of the castle, hoping the white coldness could calm her nerves. She walked over to the lake, plopping herself down under the large tree, feeling the wetness of the snow seep into her clothing, but not caring. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She was starting to feel better when a tentative voice ruined it, breaking her thoughts.
"H-Hermione...?"
Hermione sighed in annoyance, not opening her eyes. "What did Ron send you for this time?"
"I-I was just...you seemed so angry and...and...."
She opened her eyes, glaring at the form of Ginny Weasley. "Get out of here, Ginny."
"Bu-But Hermione...I...."
Hermione stood up, eyes blazing in anger. She couldn't stand it anymore.
"Look! I'm just sitting here! There's nothing wrong with me sitting here, is there?! Or maybe your afraid I'll break the ice over the stupid lake and jump in? Is that it? Or maybe all of you are thinking I'll start throwing up now that your making me eat. Or perhaps your scared that I'll strangle myself on a bloody tree branch?! OH! Or I could impale myself with a dull quill, that would work, a nice, painful, death! Now what else, what else, what else could I do...."
Ginny stared at her with wide eyes. "H-Hermione I was just..."
"Your just interfering with another persons friggin' life, Gin! Now you can go back inside and tell your brother dearest that if he doesn't fucking leave me alone, that I am NEVER going even THINK of walking in the same ROOM as him!!" With that she stormed off, her fist clenched tightly on the strap of her bag. Having nowhere else to go to, as she did not want to go back into the castle, she stalked into the forbidden forest, reveling in the silence that followed her as she relaxed against one of the trees.
She pulled out a book, her fingers turning the delicate pages carefully, a light shining in her eyes as she read. It was one of the only things that she enjoyed doing anymore. She loved it, being able to sink into her own world, not caring about all the real things going on around her, being completely absorbed in the reading. It was an escape, one that she loved with all of her being.
In this case, it didn't seem to be a good thing that she was off in her own world. Perhaps if she was paying attention, she would have heard the growling, or perhaps the soft sound of padded paws. Maybe she might have seen the flash of grey streak by her, or the wall of wolves that was now surrounding her. Her eyes widened as one of them growled loudly, and she lifted her head to be met with amber eyes, inches from her face.
Saliva dripped from its fangs, and its throat rumbled in another deep growl. She could feel its hot breath on her face, could smell the blood and stench of dead, rotting meat that no doubt was laying dormant in the wolf's rotting teeth. She shivered, backing against the tree as much as she could, feeling it dig into her back with intensity. She started to fumble for her wand, but as she did the wolf snapped at her, and she stopped immediately as she felt his teeth sink into her shoulder. She whimpered as the white- hot flame consumed her body, making her shake with the pain that enfolded her entire body. Nothing she had felt to that day could have prepared her for the intensity of that moment. She stayed completely still, staring in horror at the beast attached to her arm. She knew that if she screamed, tried to get away, that the lot of them would take it as a sure sign that she was a good meal for them. Her breath was coming in great heaving gasps, and she had to close her eyes as the sight of her blood dripping onto the snout of the wolf filled her eyes.
She felt so dizzy, so weak, from the loss of blood that it took everything in her power not to collapse onto the ground. She didn't know how long she sat there, her sense of time completely gone. She would have sworn she had heard footsteps approaching, but her mind was probably just supplying her with what she wished she would hear.
She jumped as she heard a twig snap, and that was all the wolf needed. It started shaking it's head violently back and forth, froth foaming at it's mouth as it plunged it's sharp teeth deeper into her wound.
Crying out in pain, her entire world went black.
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A/N: Yup! That's all you get! No killing me for the cliffhanger please! I'll update soon, I promise! ::laughs evily:: I had so much fun writing how the wolf attacked her. Bwahahahahhahahahahaha. Anyway, REVIEW! ::points to review button:: Pwease?
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Hermione woke slowly, her eyes crusted together slightly by sleepies. ((I tried to find a big, nice word to use for it, but I really don't know any! You know, those weird little white things in your eyes when you wake up...sleepies....)) She stirred, unconsciously trying to get in a more comfortable position on the hard stone underneath her. As this thought broke its way into her not yet awake mind, she blinked, sitting up a little more against the wall. Wall? Wasn't she supposed to be in her bed? As she woke up more, she realized that she was, indeed, not in her bed, and also that she was sitting on the top of the Astronomy Tower. She was slightly amazed at herself. She was always back before sunrise. She started to stand up, but her progress halted as she saw the soft, black cloak that had been covering her shoulders fall to the ground. She sat there looking at it for several minutes, wondering where it came from, as she was wearing her cloak. She faintly remembered that it had been placed on top of her last night, but it took her a few moments more to hook that together with her potions professor.
She stood up, clutching the cloak around her, her legs tingling with feeling as they slowly got used to the blood suddenly rushing in them. She walked around in circles for a few minutes, allowing the feeling to seep back into her legs before she made her way back to the common room. Shivering slightly in the cold of the fast coming winter, she shoved the door open, nearly falling down the old, worn steps. She kept Snape's cloak wrapped around her, despite the odd looks she received from all she passed. Glancing down at herself, she admitted that she did indeed look very odd. As the cloak was made for a much taller person, it dragged on the ground behind her, and the folds cascaded around her, nearly swallowing her small frame. It took her a lot of self pressuring to get herself to ignore the cat calls of Draco Malfoy.
"Hey, Granger? Got a new boyfriend?"
Instead of walking over to him, smashing his head in the wall, and then cursing his body to some distant land, she kept walking, keeping her eyes glued in front of her. Underneath the black cloth, her hands were wrapped into tight fists.
"Someday, he is going to die a very painful death...A very very painful death involving flesh eating slugs and giant worms..." She muttered to herself, glaring daggers at all she passed.
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Hermione sullenly picked at her food, every now and again placing a bite into her mouth to placate the stern gazes that were being sent her way by the two boys sitting across from her. She threw glares at them while they were not looking, and stuck her tongue out at them whenever they caught her. They were chatting amiably about quiditch, every now and again trying to force Hermione into the conversation. But she would just look down at her plate, refusing to talk. After about half an hour, she stood, gathering her things together quickly.
"Oi, Mione, where are you-"
"I'm going for a walk, Ron. Or is that not allowed?" She shot back, venom dripping in her voice. Ron and Harry had kept such a close watch on her lately, she was lucky if she could get into the bathroom without them tagging along. Well, at least without them waiting impatiently at the door. She felt like one of those little kids walking around with the harnesses on and a lease attached so that she would not get lost or get into trouble.
Ron backed off at her tone, glancing at Harry uncomfortably. "W-well, wait a few secs, We'll come too." He started to get his things together, obviously avoiding her gaze.
"No. You. Will. NOT, Ron Weasley!!! I am not a child! I can take care of myself without you two tagging along all the time! Have you ever heard of something called personal space?!?!" She kept her voice at a low, hissing whisper, so that she would not call attention to herself. That was all she needed now.
"Mione, we're just trying to help..."
Hermione's gaze shot to Harry. "How about helping by staying the hell out of my life!" She stormed out of the great hall, making sure to slam the door rather loudly on the way out. She walked out of the castle, hoping the white coldness could calm her nerves. She walked over to the lake, plopping herself down under the large tree, feeling the wetness of the snow seep into her clothing, but not caring. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She was starting to feel better when a tentative voice ruined it, breaking her thoughts.
"H-Hermione...?"
Hermione sighed in annoyance, not opening her eyes. "What did Ron send you for this time?"
"I-I was just...you seemed so angry and...and...."
She opened her eyes, glaring at the form of Ginny Weasley. "Get out of here, Ginny."
"Bu-But Hermione...I...."
Hermione stood up, eyes blazing in anger. She couldn't stand it anymore.
"Look! I'm just sitting here! There's nothing wrong with me sitting here, is there?! Or maybe your afraid I'll break the ice over the stupid lake and jump in? Is that it? Or maybe all of you are thinking I'll start throwing up now that your making me eat. Or perhaps your scared that I'll strangle myself on a bloody tree branch?! OH! Or I could impale myself with a dull quill, that would work, a nice, painful, death! Now what else, what else, what else could I do...."
Ginny stared at her with wide eyes. "H-Hermione I was just..."
"Your just interfering with another persons friggin' life, Gin! Now you can go back inside and tell your brother dearest that if he doesn't fucking leave me alone, that I am NEVER going even THINK of walking in the same ROOM as him!!" With that she stormed off, her fist clenched tightly on the strap of her bag. Having nowhere else to go to, as she did not want to go back into the castle, she stalked into the forbidden forest, reveling in the silence that followed her as she relaxed against one of the trees.
She pulled out a book, her fingers turning the delicate pages carefully, a light shining in her eyes as she read. It was one of the only things that she enjoyed doing anymore. She loved it, being able to sink into her own world, not caring about all the real things going on around her, being completely absorbed in the reading. It was an escape, one that she loved with all of her being.
In this case, it didn't seem to be a good thing that she was off in her own world. Perhaps if she was paying attention, she would have heard the growling, or perhaps the soft sound of padded paws. Maybe she might have seen the flash of grey streak by her, or the wall of wolves that was now surrounding her. Her eyes widened as one of them growled loudly, and she lifted her head to be met with amber eyes, inches from her face.
Saliva dripped from its fangs, and its throat rumbled in another deep growl. She could feel its hot breath on her face, could smell the blood and stench of dead, rotting meat that no doubt was laying dormant in the wolf's rotting teeth. She shivered, backing against the tree as much as she could, feeling it dig into her back with intensity. She started to fumble for her wand, but as she did the wolf snapped at her, and she stopped immediately as she felt his teeth sink into her shoulder. She whimpered as the white- hot flame consumed her body, making her shake with the pain that enfolded her entire body. Nothing she had felt to that day could have prepared her for the intensity of that moment. She stayed completely still, staring in horror at the beast attached to her arm. She knew that if she screamed, tried to get away, that the lot of them would take it as a sure sign that she was a good meal for them. Her breath was coming in great heaving gasps, and she had to close her eyes as the sight of her blood dripping onto the snout of the wolf filled her eyes.
She felt so dizzy, so weak, from the loss of blood that it took everything in her power not to collapse onto the ground. She didn't know how long she sat there, her sense of time completely gone. She would have sworn she had heard footsteps approaching, but her mind was probably just supplying her with what she wished she would hear.
She jumped as she heard a twig snap, and that was all the wolf needed. It started shaking it's head violently back and forth, froth foaming at it's mouth as it plunged it's sharp teeth deeper into her wound.
Crying out in pain, her entire world went black.
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A/N: Yup! That's all you get! No killing me for the cliffhanger please! I'll update soon, I promise! ::laughs evily:: I had so much fun writing how the wolf attacked her. Bwahahahahhahahahahaha. Anyway, REVIEW! ::points to review button:: Pwease?