A/N: To Gryffindor620: I think that I spelled Hermione correctly. I don't know why you made such a big fuss. I think that I corrected it in the beginning. And I am truly offended that you think I'm not a fan. I try. I think that I make an effort, if you still don't understand. I'll try and correct the Gryffindor thing. Just because you make sure every single little thing correct doesn't really give you a right to say that I take it as a joke. I'm sorry if this offends you but I'm just speaking out my opinion.
Also, sorry for the huge delay but since its winter vacation over here I had plenty of time. Hope you enjoy this chapter! (Also adding in another new character)
Chapter 14 – The Healer that didn't heal
It was a slight rush in the morning. The students frantically had papers around the Great Hall as they were getting ready for McGonagall's tests.
Ron had been sitting at the long wooden table eating toast and pumpkin juice as Harry and Quincy stared.
"You actually have an appetite when we have a major test right after?" Harry exclaimed.
"What?" Ron asked over his mouthful.
"Morning!" Hermione said as she strolled along to her seat.
"What in Merlin's wrong?" Ron asked her.
She turned her head. "Can't a girl be cheerful without a reason?" she replied. In her head she was thinking silently, although the snogging was pretty good.
"Did you study for the test?" Quincy asked.
"Huh?" Hermione asked. Her face suddenly became deathly pale and her eyes had shut. "I don't think I feel very well," she replied faintly.
Malfoy had passed by the table and had caught site of her.
The movement was quick, slick, and fast. His arms extended as he reached for her. Her back touched his arms and his knee bent down. Her hair had been covering most of her face but he swept it away.
"Arg, my bloody hair got messed up again," he muttered to himself.
Everyone from the Gryffindor table leaned over and whispered to themselves and others.
Harry had managed himself over the crowd and asked, "Is she okay?" he cried out.
"I killed Hermione Granger!" someone shouted within that sounded like Quincy.
Her eyes fluttered open and gasped, "I didn't study!"
A gasp came from within her as she continued on, her eyes red, "Oh dear! When is it? Now! But I haven't mastered the art of changing human objects into something that doesn't move!" she cried out now, tears steaming down her face. "This will haunt me in the end won't it? I mean… I won't pass N.E.W.T.S. exam and then I won't be able to live on in the wizarding world!"
"No you won't Hermione," Ron reassured her. "I've seen you done it in the library, taking a tiny little mouse, even though they don't let animals in, turn into a tissue box,"
"What's all this?" a voice asked. It was Hagrid. He dragged his coat over to the center of the crowd and asked, "Yer alright then Hermione?"
"Yes,"
"Now, now, nothin' ter see here. Get to class," Hagrid ordered.
Hermione stood up next to Draco and replied, "I'd better get going. I do not want to miss Professor McGonagall's test,"
"Professor Dumbledore excused you from the first two classes,"
"But why?"
"I dunno. Better suggest you get a move on now," Hagrid replied.
Hermione went off and on the way thought, why in the world is Dumbledore calling me to his office all the time?
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"Ahh, Miss. Granger. Come," Dumbledore greeted and this time, there was a young lady who joined them.
She had light brown hair with a touch of yellow high-lights, tied in a messy bun. She had worn a long forest green robe with a golden sash around the waistline.
"This is Samantha Annabelia Folman. Miss. Folman to you," Dumbledore introduced to Hermione.
"Really Headmaster," Samantha interrupted. Her voice was soft, yet fierce.
"What's all this?" Hermione asked. Her hands were crossed, leaning toward the desk slightly.
"She is, Miss. Granger, a well trained Healer who will help you with your – conditions," Dumbledore replied.
"And what exactly are my 'conditions'?" she asked, a bit of annoyance in her voice.
"Please don't take it the wrong way Hermione," Samantha reassured her, sensing the irritation in Hermione's voice. "I really don't think anything's wrong. According to Dumbledore, you're doing just fine. I'll just check on you time to time on what not to eat or drink,"
There was a pause. One from Hermione who was in minor shock, and another from Samantha who didn't want to cause any trouble. It was Albus that broke the silence.
"You will begin your check-up after dinner on the fourth floor. You will see Miss… I mean Samantha on the top step.
They said their good-byes and retreated back.
The crowds of students had just started appearing from the once quiet halls and there was chatter about. Hermione had rushed to Charms immediately and sat next to Harry and Ron.
"What was all that about?" Ron whispered.
"What?" Hermione asked, leaning in.
"You know," Harry urged. "Missing out on McGonagall's test, fainting the middle of eating breakfast,"
"I dunno. But I went to see Professor Dumbledore and this lady. Samantha Folman," Hermione answered.
"Really?" Ron asked, sounding interested. "What was she like?"
"She's too old for you if that's what you mean," Quincy added.
"Yes," Hermione agreed. "Well… not exactly. She exceptionally understood everything,"
"You must have said a lot by the meaning of 'everything' didn't you?" Harry replied.
"Oh shut it. Get back to the silencing charm!" Hermione pouted, giving him a light push in the arms.
"Alright! I get it," Harry laughed and continued on with their studies.
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Hermione and Draco were sitting by the fire, quieter than usual, doing their homework.
"What's question #34?" Draco asked, leaning his head over.
"Huh? Oh…um… B. The scale of a Horntail," Hermione replied. The tip of the pencil touched the bottom lip of her. She said, "The uncanny thing happened today,"
"Really?" Malfoy asked, still preoccupied by his notes and papers.
Hermione nodded her head. "Yes, a Healer came by today. Although I don't think Dumbledore mentioned the word 'Healer' even once," Hermione answered.
"What do we need a Healer for?" Malfoy replied quietly, flipping through his textbooks. "Don't we have Madame Pomfrey or something?"
"Yes, yes. That's my point you see. What do you think of it?" Hermione asked.
There was a pause. What is he doing? She thought. "Is your notes that important Malfoy?" she asked.
Malfoy lifted his head and smirked. "You would think that you would act like me right now instead of the other way 'round,"
"I can do… what you're doing right – now better than you can!" Hermione fumbled with her words.
Draco chuckled. "Don't fall and trip over yourself now!" he warned with sarcasm in his voice.
"Why are you always like this way whenever we talk?" Hermione cried, standing up.
"What?" Draco asked.
"You, Draco Malfoy" Hermione cried, "Are the most frustrating boy I've ever been with!"
"It's not as if you've been with any other boy 'cept Weasley!"
"I've had enough with you," she grunted.
Hermione had gathered her things, walked away, textbook in hand, pencil under her chin, having one arm free, she slammed the door on him.
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A/N: I apologize for posting very, VERY late, please forgive me. I don't exactly know why I called this chapter what it is. I guess it suited "something" that's coming up. I also want to say that the "I killed Hermione Granger" part was taken from another movie (not going to say for those who haven't seen it .) Please review. Thanks. You're the best. Happy New Year.
