Okay, I don'town HP no matter how much I wish I did. –sulks- But thanks to all my reviewers! This is the most reviews I've gotten…ever! YAY! Just to reply to a couple of quick messages before we begin…
storseshavehalls: okay, I'm a TOATL Harry & Ginny person, so of course I didn't like the kissing, but hey, it was still good! keep it up!
Reply: I can see where the Ginny/Harry thing is coming from. But I still have always thought of a Harry/Hermione relationship. But either one makes a nice plot line. Still, Ginny might, just might, be a little, well, not so friendly in the next chapters. Not to mean to any Ginny lovers. I like Ginny just as much as the next person but I'm thinking about putting a twist on things. ;D
storseshavehalls (again!): that ws really dramatic! i loved it! Mrs. Weasley hitting the gas petal, that was kinda weird, but hey, i still thought it was really cool! keep writing! i want 2 know what happens next! YAY!
Reply: Yeah, I know. I don't really plan things when I write since they come to me in…what's the word…surges? Just sudden sparks! So when I'm writing I even surprise myself. Still, Mrs. Weasley is still a mom. Imagine if it were you? What would you're mom do? Mine would probably faint herself or do something even more rash. :P
My special thanks to my reviewers: storseshavehalls, li, deniche, Yugisweetheart, Grizzlepelt. Look out because I have some REALLY wild stuff coming up!
I caught up just as they were sending her into a room with large red neon sign above it that Emergency Room.
"NO!" I screamed. "NO!" I ran but they shut and locked the door. Through the window I saw a group of ten healers hovering over her. Large potions brewed with smoke indicating her heart beat, breathing rate and other things. Her heart potion was sending out puffs of smoke each time her heart beat, and the puffs were getting further and further apart. "HERMIONE!" I kicked open the doors and a few healers gasped.
"Hermione!" My knees collapsed just as I grabbed the bar. It was then I heard the potion of her heatbeat whistle, without them telling me I knew what it ment.
She was gone.