Disclaimer: I am sadly not J. K. Rowling, these are not my characters and so on
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I was not allowed to have visitors, as it would perhaps "make me stressed again". Therefore, that day seemed to last an eternity, but it did finally end.
I had thought about it all day, and decided that my best chances was to stay awake to make sure I wouldn't have a nightmare.
I was exhausted beyond relief, but the thought of having to explain these nightmares scared me enough to keep me awake. Every hour felt like an eternity, but eventually, the sun rose up.
With a lot of persuasion, Madam Pomphrey let me go back to the dorm.
I arrived to the commonroom, where I again saw Fred, George, Ron and Harry sitting in a corner by the fireplace. Feeling a slight "de ja vu", I shook my head and slumped towards them.
"'Mione! You're alright" exclaimed Fred as I collapsed into a chair.
"No thanks to you" I muttered, barely able to keep my eyes open. "Snape convinced Madam Pomphrey that he saw me collapse and hit my head in the stone floor, and that I needed a day off. Sneaky bastard"
"Don't worry, you'll get your revenge today" smiled George, and I couldn't help but grin back.
"That's right! We have potions today" realized Harry, and I nodded and smiled as I read number seven on the list.
"This is the first time I've actually looked forward to having potions" said Ron, smiling surprised to himself.
Moments came and passed, and before we knew it, we were standing outside Snape's classroom, waiting for him. However, I quickly realized that it had been a mistake to stay awake that night as I started to feel really dizzy. As I leaned against the wall, Ron gave me a worried look.
"'Mione, you alright?", he asked as he put a hand on my shoulder. Feeling nausea building up in my throat, and taking deep breaths, I nodded.
"I don't think I'll do number seven today" I muttered to Harry and Ron. They both frowned concerned, and was about to answer when Snape turned the corner. He came to a slight halt when he saw me, before he smirked slightly, remembering what happened the day before, and stormed through the door. I sighed, before I followed him in, along with the rest of the students.
The dizziness got worse, but I tried to ignore it as I sat down on my usual seat, in the back of the classroom with Harry to my left, and Ron to my right. They were both casting glances to me, but I ignored them as well as I tried to listen to what Snape was saying.
"Today, we will be making a more advanced potion-" as he said this, I heard both Ron and Harry sigh in defeat. "- the Draught of the living dead. I do not expect many of you to succeed-" he sneered, as he looked over at a serious number of Gryffindor's, but resting his gaze on Neville longer than the others. "-but if you have listened to anything I've said this year, you should find it possible. The recipe is on the board, and the ingredients are in front of you. You may begin"
Shaking my head to clear it, I did as he told me to, and started reading the recipe on the board.
However, as I tried to, the letters decided they wanted to fly around on the board, making it impossible for me to read. I squinted my eyes, and shook my head, but the sentences didn't make any sense. I cursed myself as I realized what was happening. This wasn't just tiredness. This was what always happened before I had a nightmare. Dizzyness, nausea. Was it possible to have nightmares while you're awake, if you are tired enough?
"Hermione, are you sure you are alright?" asked Harry, frowning at me.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just forgot to put on my lenses today, so I'm having some trouble reading the recipe" I lied.
"I didn't know you used lenses" said Ron surprised.
"Well, I do, and since I can't really see much, I would appreciate it if you could read what was on the board to me" I lied again, feeling slightly guilty for how easy it was. I was not going to admit my secret, not now, not ever.
"Off course" mumbled Harry, before he started to whisper the recipe to me. Ignoring how ill I was feeling, I did the orders Harry gave me. I had to do it a bit slower, not really able to move too quickly without getting too dizzy to work. But it worked, and I was halfway through when Snape suddenly stood in front of me.
"And why, Mr. Potter, do you feel the need to read the instructions aloud to Miss Granger?" he hissed with a raised brow. I felt another wave of dizziness hit me, and had to lean on the desk to stand up straight. When Harry saw that I wasn't about to talk, he quickly said:
"Hermione forgot to put on her lenses today, sir, so she can't read what is on the board" Snape frowned and looked at me, tilting his head to one side. He was about to say something when Lavender Brown decided to ruin it all.
"You don't use lenses, Hermione. I've shared a bathroom with you every morning the last six years, and I've never seen you take them on" she laughed with that girlish laughter I hated so much.
"So this is your revenge for Ron choosing me, eh?" I thought as I glared at her. Snape raised a brow and turned to me.
"Interesting" he muttered. "I do not appreciate lies, nor do I think your friends to. Why can't you read?" he asked. Now both Snape, Ron and Harry were watching me intently. I felt my breath shorten. "They can't find out, they can't find out" This sentence repeated itself in my head over and over, as I tried to come up with an excuse. I found that very hard, however, as the dizziness increased, along with a headache.
"I uhm.. Well, you see-" The world around me was spinning, and I was holding on to the desk as if it depended on my life, refusing to have an episode in such a public place. This usually only happened at night.
"Yes?" asked Snape, his voice impatient.
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