Turns of Time

Chapter 13

Breaking apart

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A/N: none shrugs and then walks away w/o a word


"How are you feeling?" asked Harry for the hundreth time. He kept fluffing her pillows and smothening her blanket. "Are you warm enough? Do you want another blanket?"

Hermione opened her mouth to spek but was stopped when Madam Pomfrey shoved a huge spoon in it. She nearly gagged when the hot pepery liquid reached her throat.

She wrenched the spoon out of her mouth and tried to sit up. Ron and Harry rushed at her side and two pairs of hands were immedietly on her back, helping her up.

"Oh, honestly!" she exploded. Harry and Ron stopped and looked at her. Madam Pomfrey stopped bustling about and looked at her too. "I'm perfectly fine."

"B-b-but..." sputtered Harry.

She looked directly at Harry. " I'm feeling perfectly fine." she repeated, saying the words much more slowly.

She felt the two hands slowly leave her back and she sat up. Madam Pomfrey reached over and placed a hand on her forehead. "Mouth." she said, Hermione obediently opened her mouth. "Well, everything seems to be in order." said the nurse briskly, while peering intently at her eyes.

"So then, can I go now?" she asked, standing up.

"I'm afraid not. You have to spend a night here just to be sure." said Madam Pomfrey, who was now checking her pulse.

"But my homework, my duties..." she tried vainly.

"It'll have to wait." she said reaching for a clipboard at the bedside table. "Besides, stress is the main cause of all these. You should take a break occasionally."

Hermione, dejectedly, sat back down. She opened her mouth but closed it again. She couldn't say that strees wasn't the main reason.


Harry sat, hunched, on the edge of his poster bed. It was midnight and he was nowhere near sleepy. He was staring at the mysterious box that sat oddly on his bedside table.

He reached over and examined it in the moonlight. Looking around he, he lit his wand and proceeded to examine the box.

"No, Snape. You got it wrong, the potion....." Harry looked around and found Ron talking yet again in his sleep. The corner of Harry's mouth twitched. He swung his leg and pulled the curtains around the bed, concealing him.

Putting his wand between his knees, he slowly opened the box. Nothing had changed. There was still a thin sheet of glass covering the opening. He slowly ran his nails over it, hoping to feel some sort of engraving or bump. But it was as smooth as silk.

"Nox." he whispered. He closed the box and laid down. He was staring at the ceiling, fingering the box. He thought about Hermione, he was planning to surprise her, with something really special....

Roses and teddy bears were out... he yawned. He closed his eyes. They would spend a day by the lake, just enjoying the each others company. He smiled sleepily, his fingers loosening its hold on the box. It slowly rolled, and amazingly stopped dead near the edge of the bed. The curtain slowly opened and an image appeared at his bedside. smoky at first, but it became clearer by each passing second. The boy stared at Harry through the small gap.


Hermione stared at the vaulted ceiling of the infirmary. Her body wanted to sleep, but her mind wouldn't. She was piecing the clues together. But nothing really made sense. All was still blurry.

Her private parts still felt sore. She sighed, it was all in her head. Her body was here in the hospital wing all the time, but why did it felt so sore. Her wrist and ankle, which were tied in chains in her nightmare, were painful; but not a single mark could be seen.

The door to the infirmary opened and Hermione quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. She could hear footsteps. It couldn't be him. She had already woken up. He couldn't follow her here -- right?

Opening her left eyelid a little bit, she tried to see through a curtain of eyelashes. She couldn't see anything. She opened it a little bigger but closed quickly when she felt the person sit at the edge of her bed. It gingerly lifted her hand and held it lightly.

Harry, she thought. A smile crept up her lips and she opened her eyes.


Draco Malfoy quickly stood up and dropped her hand. "You're awake?" he rasped out.

Hermione looked at the blond haired boy wide-eyed. She was opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish. Was he visiting her?

"What are you doing here?" she finaly managed to blurt out.

"Checking up on you." he had quickly regained his composure. His face was once again, expressionless.

Hermione narrowed her eyes.

"You seem fine to me." he said, nodding at her. "Well? Go on then. Go to sleep."

Hermione slowly laid back down not taking her eyes off him.

He turned around, but her hand shot out grabbing hold of his wrist. He turned around and sat on the bed.

"Go to sleep." his voice barely a whisper.

Her eyes slowly drifted close but fear suddenly gripped her chest. Draco Malfoy was the reason of her torture. She didn't want to experience it again.

Her eyes shot open and she released his hand. He looked at him bewildered. "Why?" he whispered, reaching out to touch her cheek. Hermione evaded his touch, and looked at him in the eye.

"You better leave." she said. "Just leave."

Draco slowly stood up.

"If Madam Pomfrey...."

"I know..." he leaned over but Hermione shook her head.


He entered his room dejectedly. She was acting strangely. She couldn't possibly had known about Pansy.

She had been asleep. There was no way she could have heard anything. But either way, he was still happy that she was fine; and he dozed off with that thought in his head.


Hermione bit back tears as she laid on her bunk.

It could have been perfect already, but her mind couldn't risk another trip to that dark world.

Her mind still won over everything --- especially her heart.


It was lunch time and everybody was still in the Great Hall eating lunch when Hermione entered the head common room. She shut the door behind her and the sound coming from the Hall was drowned out.

The common room was eerily dark and quiet, she hated the state it was in right now. Reaching for her wand, which Harry delivered straight from her room, she waved it and brilliant light flooded the large room. The curtains and windows were thrown apart letting the glorious sun in and the fire in the fireplace was roaring with life.

She felt the corners of her mouth twitch. After living in the dark for days. She wanted to see as much light there is. Her eyes swept the room, and came to a halt at the coffee table groaning under the weight of paper and and books.

Her homework. Her essays.

She sighed and placed her hands on her hips, it was a real good treat that the teacher gave her an afternoon off.

Promising to herself that she'd get to work after a quick hot shower. She entered her room.

Waving her wand, bright light shone from the ceiling and the curtains and windows were thrown open, that's when she noticed a shoe box sitting on her bed.

Shrugging, she entered the adjacent bathroom and stripped naked. Stepping into the warm flow of water, she sighed contentedly, what ever was in that box will have to wait after this.


Wrapped in an overgrown bathrobe. She leaned her head to the side and rubbed her hair dry. Plopping down to her bed she sat beside the shoebox. The were two holes on top of it, like something alive is supposed to be in there. Slightly alarmed she nudged the box open, peering inside.

A cotton like object was laid in it. It was moving up and down like its breathing. Getting up, she rummaged her drawer for a quill. Sitting back down she gently poked the thing. It shifted slightly. Prodding it harder at the side it wriggled harder and the small box toppled over. For a while it just sat ther unmoving and when it finally moved, it was accompanied by a whine.

Biting her lip, she gingerly lifted the box and found a fat little furry white dog sitting there, dead center on her bed, blinking dazedly at Hermione.

Grinning she gingerly picked the dog up, and carried it like a baby in her arms. Picking up the piece of parchment that fell from the box.

She read it silently.

Just thought she'd keep you company for the day. To raise your spirits, (She'll return to a book tommorow.) Tell me what you think of her

Malfoy

She smiled at the thought. She looked back down just in time to see the furry white dog yawn and snuggle to sleep in her arms.


Draco Malfoy was peering throught the narrow crack of his door. He watched as Hermione sat at the couch writing an essay, while her left hand was scratching the dog's ear.

He smiled as she stretched and pick the dog up, nuzzling it. Too bad the spell will only last for a day.

He wondered why he didn't have the heart to go out there and talk to her. Maybe he was scared that he might spoil her fun. He still didn't understand what happened back in the hospital wing, and a huge part of him was afraid to know why.

He just settled there leaning against the wall looking at her in her baggy pajamas and equally baggy sweater.


Hermione got up early the next morning. By 6:30, she was already making her way down the Great Hall for breakfast.

She was already halfway done when the the place started to fill up with people. Her bag was beside her. Its was bursting with books and rolls of parchment. She turned sideways to grab another reference book for her essay, when a pair of warm hands covered her eyes.

"Guess who?" a voice whispered huskily near her ear.

Her body stiffened. It was like her nightmare one again, all was black and a voice was whispering on her ear. She inhaled deeply and struggled to pull the hands, but it was clamped over her eyes tightly and she heard the cold chuckle once again.

The noise from the great hall was blocked out

"I'm watching you..."

"Noo!!!!!" she cried. The hands quickly released her and light flooded into her eyes.


Everybody stopped and stared at the head girl shaking in the arms of their hero.

Harry looked at Ron, who was sitting opposite Hermione. He looked back at the shivering girl beside him. He sat down beside her, ignoring the whole school's curious stare.

"There, there... Shhhh... its alright... I'm sorry if I scared you... look i brought you a rose." whispered Harry, hugging the girl, rocking her. She clutched the flower like her lifeline as her breathing shallowed.

"Oh Harry." she sobbed. Turning towards him burrying her face in his chest, sobbing quietly.


Draco Malfoy was sitting at the Slytherin table. His head head snapped up when he heard her anguished voice fill the Hall, silencing everyone. His eyes narrowed and he gripped his knife until his knuckles turned white, as he watched Potter rock her gently.

"Draco..."

His head snapped down and he looked at Pansy who was sitting beside him. "Sorry?"

The girl huffed and pouted but nonetheless continued ranting, which went through one of his ear and out the other. He resumed his eating, but his eyes not leaving the two Gryffindors.


A/N: as a treat i'll say nothing...

except for my responses....

Dancing in the rain: haha!! i can feel your enthusiasm!!!! well if yoyr going to read this thing again my bunching up the chapters must be a great help.... hehe!!! imagine!! 22 chapters to 12 chapters... haha... i have that kind of habit... writing short chappies i think... well this is long enough.... don't you think?

Leonora: Yup yup it felt wonderful i was hugging everybody by the time i got my grades...i haven't felt that thrill in what? um... 4 years! (that was really long huh?) anyway.... what do you think of my handi work? better than the past short chapies??? hermione will tell someone soon enough.... when she reach a certain level... don't wanna end it yet...

Claire!: Thanks for the parties!!! any cake left? hehe, joke! as for bunching up the chappies... i think i've done well dividing and naming them..... at least i tot so....

ABlake: Hi!!! any way you didn't confuse me w/ your spanish at all.... my mom speaks a little bit... and yup i speak chinese.... infact i'm chinese.... well there's a tini percent of me that's russian and Spanish.... but that maybe what.... 1 of my blood..as for the dialects (china has plenty dialects,like philippines, i think each province has its own, i don't really listen to my chinese teacher, i just sleep through the whole class.... that's why i flunk them) well in this house they speak three dialects.. my dad speaks the dialect from hongkong and fukien and mandarin. I studied mandarin in elementary and highschool, while fukien in kinder. i couldn't speak the hongkong dialect (very hard to learn) and i'm not really that fluent in chinese that's why my other chinese cousins shun me away.... you probably are not interested... oh well... if you want to know more...just ask me..and wow 7 to 2... wow... speechless

DHL: you reviewed 2 times.... haha that's ok!!! more reviews for me!!her dream was..... um the nighmare with the guy you know the evil perverted mysterious dude....and you read it again??? the rose petal thing??? haha!!! that is sweet...

Prinsipe ng mga dwende: Hanep!!!! astig!!! ang lalim ng tagalog mo!!!! haha!!! the confusing parts.... mas maganda kung kayo ang mag-fi-figure out nun di ba? as for the longer chaps... ayan na sila.... san ka nakatira? skul? hehe! peace tayo!!!! ok lang kahit yaw mong sagutin yan.

MysticalSpirits: ahem HERE IS THE GIRL WHO'S OBSESING WITH CAPS BUTTON.... SHE INFECTED ME!!!!! HAHA!!! I'M JUST TELLING YOU TO WAIT.... THERE'S MORE COMING LIKE A ROMANTIC MOONLIT WALK DINNER OR DANCE.... HEHE TELL ME DOESN'T THAT SOUND APPEALING?

TiNk06: hey!!!! tinkie.. i'm sooo sori if the mail alerts bugged you but a lot of guys were asking me to buncxh the chat together... i'm sooo sorry....here's the new chap mind you.... it exhausted my brain.... never used to writting this long chap in one sitting.... i didn;t even havce the time to write my weekly oneshot!!!!! wah!!!! mental breakdown

Ginny-and-Draco-fan: is it slutty??? i mean.... ok maybe the tooot scene is kinda ..... ok.... i'll just shuit up now

jayjay216: the explanation thing i'll get to that in the later chaps.... Don't worry everything will clear out.... haha!!!! thank you by the way....

well here's something to ponder on.... do you think there's such thing as prince charmings or soulmates?? or one true love.... sigh can't help but feel bummed out after watching a dvd of cinderella story.... that will never happen in real life....

sorry to the guys out there... just some girl moment here.... if there are guys reading this....... is there???

are there guys writing hp fanfics here??

kitty the loony

p.s. chad micheal murray is cute.... dont ya think so?