Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I no own,
So you no sue.

I found this cute little saying somewhere, I can't remember where. I thought I'd share it wth you all. I've noticed no one has been reviewing for the last two chapters at least, what's wrong with you people you should review. Anyway I've realized that this is taking a very long time to write, so I'll try to hurry up, but I'm writing everything by hand then typing it out so I have a hard copy somewhere and the teacher has taked the internet off of the computers in my film and video class, so my time to type is rather limited. Anyway enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 10:

The next day, after Charms, Ron made that incredibly rude comment about how no one could stand Hermione. Honestly, I could have slapped him. After she rushed off I stepped up behind him and stated, "I can stand her, and I'm her friend. Don't I count for something, or do I not exist to you? Good job, now she'll be crying all afternoon thanks to you. I hope you're satisfied" and hurried off after Hermione. I found her in the girl's bathroom, sorry washroom. Bathroom implies a bathtub or shower. She was bawling her eyes out, poor girl. I spent the next five or six hours, missing dinner (the Halloween feast of all things) in the process, explaining that in situations like that guys usually have shit for brains and don't really give a rat's ass who they hurt. None of this helped much, so I merely resolved to summon comfort food and let her finish.

Suddenly loud thumps Reverberated through the floor and through the door walked the ugliest, smelliest thing I'd ever seen, or smelled for that matter, and I've smelled some nasty stuff in my time. (AN: skunk road kill for example, or an egg, not hard boiled, left in a classroom for about a month) This had to be the troll, the descriptions I'd read were nothing compared to the real thing, old socks and uncleaned toilet indeed. Slowly it lumbered forward, and the smell grew unbearable. Me, being the unthinking person, had forgotten about the troll and didn't wear anything with sleeves. With my hand covering my nose and mouth, the stench was so strong you (not a pleasant experience I can tell you), I crept forward staying hidden by the stalls till the last second. Apparently it had heard me, because as soon as I stepped into view its club swung out, catching me in the stomach sending me flying into the wooden stalls. Ever the stubborn one, I got up somehow not noticing the large shard of wood projecting from my back. Stalking forward I caught the business end again, this time in the chest, sending me in the opposite direction, this time into the mirrors. Connecting with the wall caused the wood to jam itself further into my torso, piercing my lung, and shards of mirrored glass imbed itself in my spine (plus the rest of my back). I didn't know a lung wound could bleed quite that much. The last thing I saw before passing out (AN: That has been happening a lot hasn't it?) was Harry and Ron rushing through the door. I woke up briefly when the teachers came in; they seemed to think I was dead. Well I don't think I was breathing, a piece of wood through you lung can do that, and Professor McGonagall said, "Poor dear, damned thing got her." I think she jumped a foot when I gasped in a breath (damn that hurt) and croaked "Not likely" and opened my eyes "no bloody troll is gonna get me." Hermione screamed, "She's alive" and ran over and grabbed me in a hug. Sharp pains, incredibly strong, lanced through my whole body. "Hermione, pain, lungs, all of me. Ow." She backed off, and I passed out. Again.

Sharp lancings of pain, nothing compared to what I'd gone through earlier, pricked everywhere I'd been struck with something, mirror or wood. Voices softly floated past me from an open door farther past me. How I knew where the door was, or that the voices were beyond it, I don't know. I groaned and sat up, poking myself n the back with one finger. Apparently I was healed, because otherwise one would assume I wouldn't be lying on my back, rather I'd be on my front, plus I'd be bleeding or something. The pain was residual memories or something, possibly the wounds within my skin healing as my skin had. Whatever it was, it hurt, and me having a low tolerance for pain (AN: I have a low tolerance for pain, yet I can spend an hour getting tattooed without a tear or a whimper. Quite a few "ow's" mind you, and a lot of lip biting and teeth clenching, but no crying. Actually it would be about an hour and a half total under the needle if you include my first tattoo as well as my second.) I let out a bit of a whimper; drawing people from sleep in the chairs around me and others from Madam Pomfrey's office. Yes, I was in the hospital wing. You'd think that by now they'd just send me to my room. Who knows how long I'd been there, what classes I'd missed. "Well Sleeping Beauty has finally woken up" a sarcastic voice stated. Who else but Snape would use sarcasm in a situation like this? The Sleeping Beauty bit threw me for a loop though; apparently everyone else was the same. Everyone present turned to look at him, me with a raised eyebrow. (AN: In real life I can't actually raise only one eyebrow, I don't know why, I just can't). "Sleeping Beauty eh. Is there something I should know?" A curt "No" was all I received. That was starting to happen quite a bit. Same with the passing out as well. Allowing a sardonic smile before asking "don't you people keep decent painkillers around here? 'Cause I've got pain, and I'd like to get rid of it."

Wincing I slowly reclined back onto my pillows. Finally comfortable I said "Another question, how long have I been here, and why do I still hurt?"

"I can answer that question." Came a misty voice from my left, all the heads in the room whipped in that direction. "Lady, howdy, I'm glad you can answer me." Gliding over to the bed (yeah she glides) she fussed with her skirts and produced a bottle of morphine pills. "You're still in pain because your body is used to healing at the rate of a mortal. It had sped up a bit, well maybe more than a bit, so you've only been unconscious for a few days. I'm sure it's been attempted to heal you by magical means, but your body is resistant to it, so that won't work. What gave you the idea to attack, or even stalk, a full-grown mountain troll? It's bigger than you, though perhaps not stronger. Maybe you should have tried catching the club with your hands rather than with you stomach. No matter, you're fine now, be grateful for that." During her little speech everyone who hadn't before seen the Lady, or hear her voice, gaped unabashedly. No surprise there. "Okay, okay I get it; no more attacking trolls till I learn how to fight." I managed to get a small smile out of her; no one else really got it though. No one else knew I would learn how to fight, let alone about Middle Earth.

Anyway, my mood lightened, I grinned suddenly, hopping out of bed. That's when I realized what I was wearing… or perhaps what I wasn't wearing. Quick as lightning I snatched the blanket and wrapped it around me. No, I wasn't naked, silly children, I was in my underwear. Luckily the students were behind me, I'd gotten off of the left side of the bed and that were on the right, so I avoided flashing the younglings with more than enough cleavage than they need to see at age eleven. The downside was I flashed the only adult looking at me: Snape. Why is this always happening? First the thing on the foyer, than the little tour that ended in me fainting because of sound. That was the first time he actually seemed to care. And then the tumble in the hallway, then I slapped him in class (plus everything else that happened in that situation), t hen I knocked myself out going to detention, he seemed rather worried about me then too, now this. Blushing to the roots of my hair, I tried to slip past him so I could get dressed when I heard him whisper "Sleeping Beauty, indeed." Hearing this I stumbled a bit, you can probably guess who caught me. This gave me the chance to hiss a reply. "Just what are you implying? And thanks for not letting me hit the floor." For this I received a strange look. One I'd never seen before, it was indecipherable and left me wondering. For a moment I couldn't look away, even after I wrenched my gaze from his I found myself looking back over my shoulder as I walked away, his eyes burning a hole in my back, just to the left and up a bit from where the wood stabbed me.

I managed to softly shuffle off without tripping or simply falling over. When I walked back, fully dressed, I returned the blanket to the bed and spun around, wincing slightly. "Okay, what have I missed and what homework do I need to do?" (AN: Homework, me? Not likely, but let's pretend immortal me is a good little girl and does her homework) I was soon assured that because of the circumstances I wouldn't be held responsible for homework missed. Fully relieved, I sauntered to my room.

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