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Same sex couples, and PDA
Pairings: Hermione/Ginny (eventually), Ron/Harry
Disclaimer: sigh do I really have to do this again? I live in a one story, three bedroom, two bathroom house that I share with two other people, plus a cat and a rabbit, if I was JK and owned HP, why would I share a house or only have one cat?
Chapter Six: Fire Flight
?Swirls of red and black permeated her vision, slowly sucking her out of unconsciousness. She began to feel the horrible burns that covered almost her entire upper body, but she didn't know this yet, all she could feel was the pain. Soon though, she -- thankfully-- slipped back into her comfortable bed of darkness.
Some Time Later
?Once again, the swirls returned, this time not the pain-filled colors of blood and char, but instead the soothing combination of blue and green. She could hear noises now, even though she could not make out what they were. She lay there, listening to the sound, concentrating on it. Blocking out the twinges and sparks of pain as she breathed in and out. Somehow, it had been dulled. But that did not matter now, only the sound, the only thing that reached her through her prison. Slowly, ever so slowly, she started to comprehend what the noise what, it was a voice. Low and warm, but with a faint undertone of fear and even a little anger.
? Sadly, try as she might, she could not tell what this melodious voice was saying, so she took comfort in its tone and let it lull her into a peaceful, healing, painless sleep.
Rewind
?As soon as Hermione heard the words come out of the girl's mouth, she sped towards the Hospital
Wing, not thinking of anything but Ginny. Hermione quickly flew down already moving staircases,
around corners, and through the potions professor. Except, of course, the potions professor was solid.
Even the irate shout of "one hundred points from Griffyndor!" as Professor Snape hurriedly tried to collect
the papers he had been carrying before Peeves could snatch them did not slow her down.
?Hermione soon faced the Infirmary doors, bending down to catch her breath. This was it, she
was where she needed to be, next to the one she loved. She walked calmly into the room, no sign to show
that several seconds earlier she had been running fast enough to win a race against the Hogwarts Express.
?She saw Madame Pomfrey, her head poked into a cubicle at the very back. Hermione had had a healing class last year, and had spent many hours helping in the nurse with various patients. She knew the system she kept, the more serious the injury or illness, the farther back their bed was, and the closer it was to her office. If Ginny had a bed anywhere, that would be hers.
?As she neared the back of the large room, she could hear quiet sobs from the cubicle next to the one currently encasing Madame Pomfrey. Hermione peered into the 'door' of the 'room.' There she saw the girl she recognized as Anna Pearson. The girl's hair was singed, mousy brown now a sooty black-ish gray. Her body was covered in burns. Some only looked like patches of sunburn , others; flaky expanses of not-skin. "It should have been me," she cried to herself, not realizing there was anyone else in the room. "It's all my fault!"
?Hermione walked over and sat on the edge of the girl's bed, rubbing her foot, the only uncovered part of her body not showing signs of the fire. Now that she was closer, she could she the thick layer of salve that covered Anna's body. "Don't say that, no one could have known what would happen, it's not you're fault."
"But it is! It is, it's all my fault... because.. because..."
End for Now
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AN: Don't worry, I will update this soon, so don't kill me, and I actually mean it this time, it's just that my muse cough cough has gone home, so now I have no inspiration cough cough
And I STILL have no beta