Okay guys, so I am uploading two chapters at once just because I have been slowly updating lately. It has been a busy week – and I have not been very well; this chapter is a lot shorter then usual.
Chapter eight – Just Like You?
Hermione noticed Harry scratching his hand as she sat opposite him in the common room. He had not spoken a word since he got back from the detention with Umbridge, his face showed no emotion whatsoever: his eyelids were hooded and heavy as if he was about to cry, his eyes had a blank expression, as did his mouth – it was a simple straight line; similar to Snape's stony faced look. Hermione watched as Harry carried on scratching his hand; it was hid under his robes.
"Harry, what is wrong with your hand may I ask? You keep itching it," Hermione whispered, she had got to her feet and walked over to were he sat; it was uncommon to see Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room nowadays. She usual would sit with Madam Pomfrey, or read on her bed at the hospital ward – but she had a defence lesson with Snape soon so decided to stay with her friends for a little while. "What has that pig-face-witch done to you Harry?" Hermione perused, she tugged his arm to try and get hold of his hand, and Harry was reluctant and used all of his strength to tug his arm away.
"Leave me alone Hermione. I am fine." Harry snapped at her, he angrily stood on his feet. "I wish you would stay out of my life Hermione! I do not know who you are nowadays, barely ever see you. So do not start trying to act like a friend – if you cared then I would see you more often," He roared in a vicious tone then he got to his feet and ran out of the common room into the dormitory. He lay on his bed and buried his head in the pillow. Hermione bit her lip trying to stop any tears falling from her eyes, had she really been self-absorbed to ignore her friends, or was it him being self-absorbed saying that she had not been a good friend. She had always been there to boss Harry around, to make sure he did his best in lessons, lately she did not see him as much but he should understand why. Hermione stood up with rage and walked into the boys' dormitory. "Harry James Potter, what you just said was incredibly selfish! You know exactly what I am going through – perhaps not the full details but that does not matter. I care for you, know tell me what Umbridge has done to you or I will ask her myself," She exclaimed, by now Harry had cooled of and thought how nasty his comment had been. He sat up on the edge of his bed his eyes looking at Hermione, he smiled slightly.
"I know you care, and as usual you are right. I am sorry..." Harry met Hermione's brown eyes then pulled his bruised swollen hand from his robe. Hermione's eyes lit up with shock, she saw how painful that must be for him, and her eyes looked over the swollen bruised hand. She gasped in shock as she saw the words: 'I shall not tell lies' were engraved on his hand. "She used a Blood Quill on you? That is utter torture! The Ministry are allowing her to use dark magic to torture students?" Hermione said in a furious tone, Harry had a pleading look in his eyes; he was uncertain on what to do, he just wanted Hermione's help. "We must tell Professor Dumbledore..." She said quickly not knowing what else to do.
"No, he cannot do anything Hermione." Harry huffed in annoyance.
"Well at least allow me to get you a potion that will heal the bruising?" Hermione requested, her answer was a nod from Harry. Hermione tugged his arm with a little smile. "Come on then, we need to go to the hospital to wing to get it, or we could go see Snape?" She laughed; Harry gave Hermione a glare then laughed as well. "I am glad you still retain the same humour," Harry wittered to her with a grin spread across his lips. They sped off to the hospital wing, through all the narrow corridors in Hogwarts castle. They finally arrived, Hermione went over to the corner were the medical supplies cupboard was. Hermione rummage through all the various pots and potions that were used for healing, finally she found the little orange jar she was looking for. Stepping to were Harry stood she held her hand out to pass him the orange jar.
"Apply that twice a day," Hermione informed him with a grin.
"Thanks 'Mione, I am going off to the common room now, you coming?" Harry questioned.
"Erm... No but you could walk me to Snape's classroom please?" Hermione asked sweetly, she was no longer taking any chances of walking around the castle on her own in case she bumped into Malfoy. "Sure, come on then," Harry urged, he began to walk Hermione over to the dungeons.