Just a tiny update in which I manage to kill Hermione (by drowning her in the OOC), well you can be the judge... enjoy!
Harry released the girl that was in many ways Hermione from his embrace, taking the time to look into her stunned face.
"Well this is awkward isn't it" he said cheerfully, examining the other faces around him.
"Yes" Hermione breathlessly replied, nodding vigorously.
"I'm just a stranger to you aren't I" he continued quietly, searching her eyes for any sign of recognition and finding none. Gently he stroked the bushy hair away from her face, revelling in the feeling of being so close, yet he was so far. He sighed the sort of sigh Atlas must when a fat person is born – unnoticeable to him, but sad and resigned as if the world had crushed him just that little bit more.
"Y-yes" she stuttered, still nodding from the previous question. Harry plastered the cheerful façade back over himself again and grinned at her mischievously.
"You're only letting me hug you because I'm hot aren't you" he asked.
"Ye- No!" she replied furiously, her vigorous nodding finally stopped once she realised what he said, "Get away from me you… you… you-"
"Harry" he filled in.
"Harry" she repeated quietly to herself, which made Harry laugh, which set her off again.
"You ass!" she completed, looking to McGonagall who gave her a slight nod of approval to leave, so she turned on her heel, grabbing Neville on her way and storming out of the vicinity.
Harry just watched her go, totally fixated until she exited down a corridor and he couldn't see her anymore. Only then was he able to shake himself from his reverie, and glancing at the professor to ascertain that she didn't intend to speak to him, he made his way along the familiar path to the hospital wing.
Upon finally arriving at his destination, Harry made to hold the door open for the aged professor. She gave his lingering form in the doorframe however such a violent glare at the mere suggestion of his chivalry that it was all he could do to hold in a frightened squeak and dash for the protection of the nurse.
Madam Pomfrey was busily remaking a pristine bed, just in the middle of smoothing the crinkles out of the crisp white linen, she looked up, quite startled at the arrival of the previous days mental patient she was lost for words.
"Umm hi" Harry said, raising a hand in greeting and glancing nervously between the two women in the room, his old social awkwardness glimpsing through. "I was just wondering, if when you had a moment of time, could you please fix my wrist for me?" he asked politely.
McGonagall looked taken aback at his different demeanour, but the nurse was moving at the first mention of injury, she was on that wrist like a dog on a duck.
"How did this happen" she asked calmly, poking and prodding at his proffered injury, while simultaneously guiding him towards the bed she had been working on.
"Well" began Harry, flashing her his 'charming' smile, at ease now that the nurse at least was acting normally, "technically I didn't do it."
"No of course, technically I believe it was Voldemort that caused such an injury" Dumbledore stated humorously, walking through the door McGonagall had most irritatingly left open with a plethora of followers that Harry didn't bother to identify. For that matter he didn't even glance in Dumbledore's direction, preferring instead to roll his eyes at the ceiling and grit his teeth as the nurse used her wand to snap his bones back into place.
"All done" she told him pleasantly, giving him a placating pat on his previously injured wrist. "Be sure you don't put too much strain on it for a couple of days though" she told him sternly, "and stay out of trouble" she concluded in her usual fashion, making Harry smile more broadly at her.
"Thankyou" he told the nurse sincerely, "I'll try, but look – it's already found me! What can I do for you today Mr Headmaster sir?" he asked sarcastically, turning himself to sit flauntingly on the bed, facing the newly arrived group.
"You can prove you're not death eater scum!" a roughed up Moody growled out at him. Walking over to Harry on the bed and pushing the teen down to grab his arm.
"Oh, oh Moody! I never realised you were so … vigorous!" squealed Harry in a falsely high-pitched and seductive voice. He allowed Moody to pull back the sleeve on his left forearm still.
"Ah!" said Moody spinning to point Harry's arm out to Dumbledore after seeing a tattoo, "huh?" he finished, realising what he saw, wasn't what he was looking for. He spun back around to look more closely at the teen and his tattoo.
"I hear they're all the rage in London" Harry said meekly, his face a mask of innocence.
"You're sick" Moody spat disgustedly throwing his arm back at him. Harry took a moment to look fondly down at his marked arm, where a replica of the dark mark lay, except instead of a skull, the snake wrapped itself around a red heart, across the centre of which read 'MUM'.
"Yeah bro – I'm fully sick man!" Harry replied lazily, holding in a laugh at Moody's looks of outrage.
Umm I'm not sure that fully sick has crossed the continents... but I couldn't resist, and seeing as it's nearly Australia day anyway, you can all just suffer bad pop culture references now can't you?
I should be in bed... so just refer to this space from all the other posts to assist you in feeling your moral obligation to review.
mmmm - moral obligation... reviews... nom nom nom :)
Katty xx
PS: the o o c get it! get it! drowning in the o o C bahahahahaha... me so clever me shut up now... me on lame joke roll... white or wholemeal bahahahaha... seriously, I will stop the torture now :D