Hey everybody, sorry I didn't post last week! It was so hectic and I somehow kept forgetting to put my new chappie up. but give me a break please! i got my bottom braces on last week, I was sick monday, had to catch up for monday while trying to learn tuesday and wednesday was just trying to get back into rhythm (did i spell that right? lol.) and then i didnt have school friday, so i slept in late, then cleaned the house and was trying to do two frikken projects! lol. but anyways, now that you HAVE forgiven me, i shall give you the next chappie of my story. and no, i am not going to give you two this week because i havent written a whole lot on my story lately, dont worry though, i have like, 13 chappies waiting for you! so, thats 13 guaranteed weeks of story for you! k, now ON WITH THE STORY! well...the disclaimer anyway! lol
DISCLAIMER: my evil pet mouse is accusing me that i don't disclaim, WELL I DO! SEE MOUSE! shoves mouse against computer screen I DONT OWN ANYTHING ABOUT HP! except for my plot!
stupid mouse mumbling to self as I put the evil mouse back into his cage...
Chapter 6: Dreams Become Reality
He blinked. Someone handed him his glasses. "What happened?" he asked sitting up.
Someone pushed him back into lying down, "You'll make yourself right tuckered out of you keep doing yourself like this!" someone said in an all-too familiar voice.
"You turn into a wart if you keep worrying like that Hermione!" he laughed rubbing his eyes.
"Hermione?" he realized she was out of her bed.
"Yes I'm up. Stop worrying!" she said patting his shoulder.
"Give me some room! Give me some room!" a woman called out. She squeezed through and threw her arms around Harry. "Mrs. Weasley!" he managed to gasp between short breaths for air.
"You scared me half to death! I was so worried about you!" she cried.
"If you keep squeezing the air out of him like that you won't have to worry in a minute!" a teenage voice sounded.
"Oh excuse me Harry dear!" Mrs. Weasley said letting go of him and fixing his hair.
A tall red-haired boy managed to get over to his side. "Can you breathe now?" Ron laughed.
"Yeah! Thanks mate!" Harry laughed. His rib twinged with pain. "Ooh! Ow!" he moaned grabbing his side.
"You all right there?" Ron asked slightly concerned for him.
"Yeah!" Harry tried his best to make it sound almost normal, but it still sounded like a grunt.
"All of you out! He needs rest or he's going to have another spell like the last one!" a lime green dressed Healer said pushing through the crowd. She managed to get the people out of the ward, but not without the usual protests.
Hermione was ushered back into her bed in the corner, but as soon as the Healer left she got back up and came over to his bed, "Hey Harry." she said looking a bit sad.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he said slightly concerned for the brunette.
"I don't know...I guess I just feel like it's my fault that you ended up like this..." she said her eyes looking glazed over.
"What are you talking about?" he asked as if she had asked some absurd question. He realized that he didn't even know what had happened to him. "How did I end up like this anyway?" he almost laughed.
"Someone found you on the bathroom floor. You had broken your glasses and shards of it had gotten into your hand..." she said placing her hand on his unintentionally. She noticed that she had her hand on his bandaged hand. She quickly removed it, but not without him noticing. "What? It wasn't your fault! It was my own and no one else's. I was just worried about you!" he tried to cheer her up.
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Her eyes still looked foggy. "If it hadn't been for me you wouldn't have ended up like this!" she said tears reluctantly streaming down her face.
"If I hadn't kept us out in the rain like that making you promise me something so idiotic..." he realized what they had been doing before. She had turned around to tell him something when she was struck by the lightning.
"What were you going to tell me before?" he asked suddenly.
"When?" she asked confused.
"When we were at the park when it started raining." he said almost trying to press her for information.
"I don't remember." she said almost as if she didn't want to remember, or as if she did but didn't want to tell him.
"Oh...okay. Well...are you all right now?" he said changing the subject.
"Yes. I'm fine...I just feel a little different. I can't really explain it though." she said looking at his bandaged hand.
"Don't feel sorry for me please. I've had enough of that in my life already." he said placing his hand on her cheek. He didn't mean to. It was involuntary. Something just made him do it, but now that he had, he felt as if it was the right thing. Besides, her face felt velvety soft.
She flinched at first, but then she sort of fit her face into his hand. She held it there and a tear fell down onto his hand. They both felt as if there was no one else there.
She didn't know what she was doing, but she kissed his hand and put it back on her cheek. They both realized what she had done.
They both drew breath as if to speak, but she spoke first, "I'm a little bit tired. I'll think I'll go rest." She drew away from his hand and went back behind her curtain.
"What was that?" he thought to himself. "She just kissed my hand! Does she like me or something? No...She wouldn't...Hermione would never like me like that...would she?" he thought to himself. "Do I like her then? Is it just me?" he thought about this for a while, but it made his brain hurt after thinking about this for a few hours.
He suddenly felt tired. He looked out the window; it was dark blue in the sky. The stars were like small white spotlights. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Across the room, someone else couldn't sleep. They were too troubled with how they were feeling. "Why did I do that? I don't like Harry! Do I? No! I can't! He's my best friend!" she thought to herself.
She almost wanted to cry. He was her very best boy friend. She couldn't like him. If she did, she would be too emotionally attached to him and she would probably end up crying over him and for him a lot more. "No! I don't like him, and there's only one way I can prove it to myself!" she thought triumphantly.
She wanted to prove to herself that she didn't like him, but to do that she would have to get up out of the bed. Her legs were just too shaky. She pulled the covers off and put her small, slender feet on the cold, marble ground. She slowly stepped out from behind the curtains. Everyone was asleep. She quietly walked down to his bed and stood beside him. She sat on the edge of the bed. "I can't believe I'm doing this. If he wakes up...What would he think? He'd probably get mad at me and not talk to me." she unconvinced herself to do this stupid task; she started back towards her bed and thought that it was unconceivable of what she was going to do.
Her heart ached. This didn't feel right. She looked back at him. He looked so innocent and peaceful. He had a trace of a boyish aura around him, but it was soon eluded by the presence of a man. A strong, courageous man.
She turned back around suddenly went back to his bedside.
He heard someone walking towards him. "Hermione?" he thought. She looked almost joyful. He could almost predict why she was coming over, he quickly closed his eyes.
"Harry, I need to find out something...and if you wake up during this...please don't hate me." she said nervously. She leaned over him and gingerly pressed her lips up against his.