Hey guys, I'm baaaaaaack! So here is the next chapter of "The Granger Story", and I'm not quite sure what I wanted this to turn out like. Probably not how it did.
ACTION: something must fall
WORD: glide
DIALOGUE: "I'm trying so hard, but the higher I climb the further I have to fall"
Anyways, this chapter is going to be in both POV and I hope you guys like it. This chapter is a lot more… dramatic.
Falling For You… Literally
As Hermione glided down the corridor, she was so entrenched and absorbed in thoughts of her professor that she failed to watch where she was heading. Almost too late she realized that she was at the top of the 3rd story moving staircase and at the junction to her Muggle Studies class.
And too late she realized that she had put her foot through a trick step she otherwise would have jumped over.
With a strangled cry, Hermione pitched backwards, tipping over the banister and falling three flights to the ground floor, where she blacked out immediately.
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Severus Snape was sitting at his desk during his third year class, nursing an increasing pain in his skull and thinking over his and Hermione's conversation not half an hour before. He groaned as a load giggle drove its way through skull.
"15 points from Ravenclaw, Miss Carter, for incessant giggling." He growled and the giggling stopped, letting his poor skull have some peace for a few moments. That is, until a young looking fourth year burst through the door, red and out of breath.
"Mister Jackson." Severus said smoothly, ignoring the boy's wheezing and coughing, "What is the meaning of you bursting into my classroom during a lesson?"
"I'm sorry, Sir." The young boy replied, still panting like a dog, "but Madame Pomfrey needs you urgently. Someone's fallen off the moving staircase." Snape rolled his eyes. It had happened before, mainly to first and second years.
He walked quickly through to his study and grabbed a few potions from his personal store, before walking back to the classroom and dismissing his students. He turned back to the young fourth year, who was about to speak once more.
"One more thing, Sir…" the boy trailed off nervously at the look the cranky Potion's Master gave him.
"Well then, spit it out, I don't have all day." The Potion's Professor snapped, grabbing a battered leather case that had many empty spots for potions vials. The boy twisted his hands nervously before taking a big breath and "spitting it out".
"The student who fell… It was Hermione Granger."
The Professors face grew deathly pale before he shot from the room like a bullet from a gun, leaving a confused student in his wake.
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Poppy Pomfrey was extremely confused when the Potion's Master arrived at the bottom of the moving staircase. For one, he looked extremely rumpled, his hair in complete disarray because of his quick flight. And two, he seemed way too concerned over the fact that it was his third hated student on the floor in front of her.
"How is she?" he asked as soon as he was close enough to see his student. It was not a very pretty sight. Hermione lay in an awkward position, her left arm twisted the wrong way around and tucked under her body while her left leg was broken at the thigh, a large shard of bone protruding from the skin and a blood puddle beginning to form around the unconscious girl. Her face and neck where already beginning to bruise from the vicious force at which she hit the ground.
"Not good." Madame Pomfrey replied, waving her wand over the girl in a complicated manner, and uttering a lengthy charm. A list of words and numbers appeared in front of her, in an illogical jumble that the Professor couldn't understand.
The healer's eye's widened in shock as she read the list and a small gasp left her lips. She stood quickly and levitated the girl from the ground.
"What's wrong?" Snape asked, his voice taking on a squeaky pitch the nurse had never heard before, and she looked at him oddly.
"I'm not quite sure." She replied, though Severus could tell she knew something and that it wasn't good.
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Hermione floated in a dark space, unaware of anything around her except for the darkness, which smothered all her senses. From the blackness, she could hear voices talking, softly at first but growing in volume.
"Oh Hermione," She heard softly, and at first she couldn't quite place the voice. But as it continued speaking, she couldn't help but realize who the voice belonged to.
"I'm trying so hard, not to fall in love with you. But the higher I climb, the further I have to fall. And the fall is the worst bit." She smiled internally at this information as the black cloud lift and she opened her eyes slightly, to see Professor Snape sitting by her bed side, his fingers lightly caressing her hand.
She gave it a gentle squeeze and he looked up, shock in his eyes.
"Then let me catch you." Hermione replied, letting the internal smile out. He smiled softly in return.
"I should have been there to catch you." He said, his voice filled with guilt.
"You weren't to know I would fall in the first place." Hermione replied as she remembered why exactly she was in the Hospital Wing to begin with. The fall flashed in front of her eyes and she flinched at the memory, only to have the real pain flash through her.
"What did I break?" She asked him and he stood up, walking to the end of the bed and reading her chart. She sensed immediately that he was back in teacher mode and it was a good thing too, as Madame Pomfrey had joined them. She took the chart from him and read it aloud.
"Broken radius, broken ulna, three cracked ribs, a cracked vertebrae and a broken femur. You certainly did a number on yourself, Miss Granger." She said. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I fell three stories and landed on stone." Hermione replied the elderly matron chuckled, before stopping abruptly and growing serious.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news, Miss Granger." She said and Hermione looked at her, suddenly nervous about what Madame Pomfrey had to say.
"While I was performing some standard diagnostic charms, I came across something that I wasn't quite sure of. When I brought you back here, I did a more thorough examination and came to a conclusion on what the results meant."
I had no clue where she was going with this explanation so I continued to sit quietly as she took a deep breath and told me the news that shocked me to my core.
"Miss Granger, you have cancer."
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Okay so this story just happened to go this way and I actually have a pretty good idea on where this will go from here on out, though. I'm quite happy with this chapter and I hope you guys like it as much as I do.
LynxMalfoy
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