Chapter 5 A ball, a crash, the hospital wing.
Oktober 31 dawned with a bright, clear morning.
Hermione couldn't help but feel excited when she woke up, she had a date for the Haloween Ball!
Hermione was still impressed about the way Potter had asked her to the ball, even though they were supposed to go as friends.
A flash of annoyance shot through Hermione when remembering Macgonagall refusing her request for not attending the Balls, but that had made her upset enough to tell Potter about it when she stormed back into the Heads common room.
'That man can be such a Slytherin.' Hermione thought. Remembering about how Potter had listened to her rant and complain, then countered her argument, and eventually made her make a bet to make sure she had a reason to go as well.
'I kind of hope I will lose, though I'm not sure about those flying lessons.'
The excitement for the Haloween Ball was felt throughout the Castle, even Hermione couldn't fully concentrate on the day's lessons in the Chamber. Even if for her it was a strange mix of excitement and nerves. With Potter glancing at her a few times made it clear that he noticed her being distracted but he never said anything, even though Hermione swore she could see him smile sometimes.
As darkness fell, Hermione was getting ready for the Haloween Ball in her bedroom. Walking out from her bathroom Hermione looked at her dress on the mirror, it was long and simple satin dark indigo blue with a high slit opening just below her thigh, with a open back and a modest v neck in the front. She was glad Luna convinced her to buy it when they went dress shopping with Ginny and Lavender.
Putting on the dress, Hermione sat down in front of her mirror and brushed her hair.
Putting on her modest black shoes, Hermione saw it was almost the time she and Potter agreed to meet in the Head's common room. She grabbed her black clutch purse, with a expansion charm on it, on a small golden chain, and walked down the stairs.
As she came down she saw Potter standing next to the hearth, his back towards her. Clearing her throat, Hermione had to fight back a blush when Potter's mouth fell open a bit as he turned around to look at her. His navy blue tux, with the House of Black coat of arms on his breast pocket, was very form fitting and made him look very dashing.
As Potter was just standing there staring at her, Hermione walked over and adjusted his tie. Her touch jolted Potter into closing his mouth.
"You, uhm, you look beautiful." Potter said a bit awkwardly as he leaned slightly away from her hands.
Ignoring the slight sting she felt, Hermione just smiled instead.
"Thanks, you look pretty dashing yourself." She returned the compliment, before gesturing to the portrait hole. "Shall we?"
Potter nodded and offered his arm, Hermione had not expected a gentlemanly gesture like that. But she still linked her arm with his, and gave Potter a brilliant smile in apriciation for his effort, especially after feeling his arm tremble a little.
After walking to the Great Hall in a relative but slightly awkward silence with stolen glances from both sides, Hermione saw the crowd gathered in front of the doors.
Giving Potter a glance, hoping the crowd didn't make him uncomfortable, Hermione saw his face morphing into his Lord Potter mask. Feeling her look at him, Potter looked back at her and smiled a little at her.
Hermione smiled back at Potter, but still felt a bit saddened he had put on the mask again.
Even if that smile had felt different, somehow, from the other times she had seen Potter smile with the mask on.
After a few minutes waiting, filled with some exited murmering and some whispers from those around them, at six Macgonagall opened the doors and led the students into the great hall, decorated with the usual Halloween decorations of pumpkin lanterns, flying bats and silvery cobwebs, with the House tables put against the walls.
Instead round tables with 12 seats had been set up restaurant style. Small pieces of paper had been put on the tables, with the names of the students written in elegant handwriting on them.
Sitting down at a table near teachers table, with her own and Potter's name on a small card.
Sitting down at the table together with not only Potter, but also Lavender and her date Ron, Neville and his date Susan, Daphne Greengrass with her date, a Hufflepuff Hermione couldn't place, Angelica and her date Fred, or George, and two younger years Hermione didn't recognize from Ravenclaw.
When everyone was sitting, Headmaster Dumbledore gave a short speech about Haloween.
Then a menu popped onto each of their plates, Hermione frowned slightly at the extra work it created for the Hogwarts elves, but refrained from commenting and just placed a simple order. She did tut at the younger years when they tried to order wine, but thankfully the elves just gave them butterbeer, to the amusement of the others.
Potter acted like Lord Potter throughout the meal, although he was a bit warmer then normal when he interacted with her and her friends.
But never did Hermione see the Potter she saw they were alone.
After the meal, the Deputy Headmistress asked everyone to stand up, and after a wave of her wand several tables moved aside to create a dancefloor. Seeing Malfoy leading Pansy to the dancefloor, made Hermione wanting to flee to her room.
Feeling a light tap on her shoulder, Potter was standing next to his chair with his hand open.
"Can I have this dance, Miss Granger?" Potter asked with his Lord Potter voice, having lost the ability to speak, Hermione just nodded and smiled while she grasped his hand.
Ignoring his slight twitch, they moved to the dancefloor and Hermione forgot about everything except dancing with Potter.
And dancing with Potter was amazing.
After the first dance, Hermione stayed only seated long enough to drink something before she dragged a half reluctant Potter back on the dancefloor.
And now two songs along, they were still gliding across the floor.
"I didn't knew you could dance this well." Hermione told him during their second dance. Potter smiled ruefully before he answered;
"My aunt wanted me and my cousin to attend dance lessons for a social function at my uncle's work one time, and practicing for that helped a lot with the Yule ball fourth year."
"I can inmagine Luna was very happy with you being so prepared." Joked Hermione with a grin.
"To be honest, I wasn't that keen on dancing, back then, as any fourteen year old boy would." Potter joked back, that made Hermione laughed softly.
"It's good to see this version of you." Hermione said without thing as she smiles softly at him.
Potter blinked before he raised an eyebrow. "You've been seeing different "versions" of me?" He asked suprised.
Hermione shrugged, which looked a bit strange while dancing. "I just noticed your behaviour differs from each situation you are in." With Potter looking at her with a unreadable expression, it made Hermione lowering her eyes, fearing she made a mistake mentioning it.
Potter didn't say anything for a while as they kept dancing.
"I didn't realise you kept such a close eye on me. I don't really know what to think of it." From the slight hitch and waiver in his voice, Hermione could tell Potter was feeling uncomfortable.
"I, I didn't mean anything by it, honest. It's just something that I noticed, and it's not even like you are the only one to do so." She said, trying to make him feel less awkward.
"Even you?" Potter murmers, looking into Hermione's eyes, a challenge in them. But she also saw something else.
"Of course, most people only knows me as Know-It-All Granger, the Homework Machine that gets all assignments done ahead of time, the prim and proper Gryffindor Queen." Hermione said as she looked back in Potter's eyes. "Hardly anyone knows how much I like listening to mundane music, or thinks about how I actually like to relax during the holidays in the sun. That is because that's not the person I let them see, the person I actually am underneath it all." Not that was actually completely true, Luna knew a lot about who she was underneath.
Potter didn't say anything as they kept dancing, but his eyes lost their challenge the more she spoke. As Potter looks away for the first time in what feels an eternity, his gaze going around the dancefloor. Looking at what, Hermione didn't know, for she didn't look away from his green eyes.
"So, everyone has their masks, huh?" Potter said after a few moments as they kept dancing.
Even as the question was apparently rethorical, Hermione still answered him.
"Yes, everyone portrays themselves as they expect their environment will accept them, while they hide most of their true selves."
If felt a bit strange to converse about such a topic while dancing, but Hermione couldn't say it was unpleasant. Even with Potter being a bit stiff and clearly uncomfortable.
After a silence, Potter looked back into her eyes, and Hermione could see in them the warmth she has seen often in the Chamber. Usually it was never there for longer then a moment, but now it stayed in Potter's eyes.
"You know, you, uh, you can call me, H-Harry, if you want." He said nervously, Hermione smiled at Harry and leaned her head against his chest, ignoring his slight flinch. "I'd like that, Harry." As she heard his heart beating through his tux, she said with a smile. "You can call me Hermione."
After that, the call for the last dance came far to soon, Hermione felt a bit bad she had not been much of a chaperone. But seeing Professor Macgonagall looking their way with a smile, Hermione felt like it wasn't that bad.
After a last dance and leaving Mcgonagall and Dumbledore at the Great Hall, Harry and Hermione patrolled a route back to their quarters.
"Well, Miss- uh, I mean Hermione," Harry recoverd quickly, when Hermione raised her eyebrow at him "did you had fun tonight?"
Hermione mock sighed as she looked in a classroom they passed. "Yes, I suppose I did."
Harry smiled at her. "Then you know what's going to happen tomorrow don't you?"
Hermione knew, but tried to play ignorant.
"Sleeping in late?" She asked innocently, which made Harry chuckle.
"Nice try, but you have a date with a broomstick tomorrow afternoon, Granger." Harry teased before he stopped walking, his face blanching.
"That's sounded different in my head."
Hermione looked at him in confusion. "What do you mea-Oh.." Feeling a blush rising in her face, Hermione kept on walking. "I know what you meant. Originally. And a deal is a deal."
Harry cleared his throat as he walked after her. "Right, uhm, so, uhm, how about we go to every Ball together?" He offered as they arrived at their portrait.
Hermione smiles at Harry, glad for the change of subject. "Yes, that sounds good. I am certain we will have fun together."
Entering the common room, they both hesitated before going to their separate rooms. "I had a good time as well, thanks to you." Harry said, smiling.
Hermione blushed, but smiled back. "Thank you, that's sweet. I had a good time as well."
Standing in silence for a moment, just staring at each other, it was Harry who made the first move.
"Well, I guess this is goodnight then." He said as he walked towards the stairs that lead to his bedroom.
Feeling a bit disappointed, Hermione nodded.
"Yes, goodnight. Harry." She said before walking up her own stairs.
"Goodnight, Hermione."
As Hermione laid down on her bed, she looked at her dress and couldn't help but smile. The evening had been wonderful and Pot- Harry, had been an excellent partner and gentleman for the Ball.
Still, she couldn't help but feel she was missing something.
Hermione tossed and turned in her bed before she found the reason why she felt disappointed.
She was missing a good nights kiss.
From Potter? Harry. No. Right?
He just looked very handsome and because he was there is just why you wanted a good nights kiss after a date to a ball. Hermione told herself.
But it wasn't really a date, date, was it?
No.
But you wanted it to be.
I. Maybe?
Did she started to really fancy Harry Potter?
Yes.
Bugger...
She will have to write her mother in the morning.
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Dear mother,
Hope you and dad are fine, school is going alright. Head duties and the DC keeps me busy, Pot Harry helps lots with both so don't worry about it being too much.
Yesterday was our Halloween ball and I had a wonderful time, Harry and I danced all night and you can tell daddy Harry has been a perfect gentleman. A bit too much actually.
He didn't kiss me goodnight, but it wasn't a real date so it's not fair of me expecting one, right? But I realized I actually really wanted one!
Am I starting to actually fancy Harry? I don't think this is a case of being a rebound. But I don't think Harry sees me like that, I think he barely sees me as a friend. Not consciously at least, he still flinch every time I touch him unexpectedly. Those books you send me are told me about that, and it creates a disturbing picture thinking how despicable relatives must be.
Harry is a really nice guy, if you can get to know him.
Do you have any advice about what to do?
Love Hermione.
After putting her letter in a envelope, Hermione walked down to the Common room. As it was still a bit early, she didn't expect Harry to be there, tying his laces.
"Harry! Uhm. Good morning!" Hermione greeted, hoping he wouldn't ask why she was up so early as Harry smiled at her from the couch.
"Good morning Hermione, I didn't expect you up so early." He then spotted the letter in her hands, "That a letter for your parents?" He asked, clad in a sweater, a leather jacket and navy jeans, as it was a Saturday. Hermione herself was wearing a sweater and a vest with some old pants.
Looking down at the letter she almost forgot about, she answered. "Yes, I was just about to post it, and I slept well, did you?" She wondered.
Harry nodded, "I slept alright, do you wanna use Hedwig? She'd appreciate the work. She is the fasted owl I know, but she doesn't get to do much for me alone."
"Hedwig is your owl isn't she, are you sure?" Hermione asked as they walked out. Harry shrugged. "I'm sure she would be happy to. You can always ask her. I'll join you to the owlery."
Hermione looked at Harry with an eyebrow raised in confusion and disbelief. "Ask her?" She repeated in confusion, which made Harry chuckle. "You'll understand when you meet her." He said as they walked to the owlery.
Arriving at the tower, Hermione sees the white plumage instantly between the black and brown. Harry lifts his arm and whistles a soft tune before the beautiful snowy owl flies down from the rafters. "Hey Girl, I want you to meet Hermione Granger, she's a friend." Harry then looks at Hermione.
Hermione smiled at Harry for calling her a friend, but never had been sized up by a owl before, Hedwig made her feel thankfull she wasn't a mouse.
"Hedwig? Do you want to bring this letter to my Parents?" Hermione asked, feeling a bit silly talking to a bird. Hedwig looked at her for a moment before the owl raised a leg in her direction.
"I think that means yes." Harry smiled at her.
Feeling his smile doing things to her insides, Hermione focused on being as gentle as possible while tying the letter on.
After the letter was secure, Hedwig hoots once before she shoots off Harry's arm and into the distance. "I guess she was really bored." Harry shrugged before grabbing something from his pocket.
It looked like a miniature broom, then Harry tapped it with his wand, making it grow in size until it was a regular size broom.
"Well, let's go to the pitch, might as well make use as much sunlight as possible. Hop on." He said, climbing on the broom.
Hermione looked at Harry as if he was crazy.
"Excuse me? I'm pretty sure it is against the rules to fly from the owlery, and I can't fly!" She protested as Harry sat on his broom.
"You aren't going to fly, I'm just gonna get you get a feel for the broom again, as I'm sure it's been a while, yeah?"
That was actually not a bad idea, but Hermione was still not feeling prepared for flying.
"Yeah. I, uhm, I dunno if, if I..." She stuttered nervously, Harry took her hand.
"Hey, hey, look, you're going to be safe. I promise." He said, looking into her eyes, his own emerald eyes serious, but with the same warmth Hermione had seen last night.
"You promise?" She internally hated how it was asked in a small voice.
Squeezing her hand softly, Harry smiled.
"I promise, and I promise I will always catch you even if you fall."
Not feeling completely comforted by that promise, Hermione glances at the broom before she looks back at Harry.
"I, uhm, al, alright then." Taking a deep breath, Hermione clambered on behind Harry, holding tight onto him.
"Gran- urk Hermione, can you loosen your grip a bit?" Blushing, Hermione muttered a apology as she loosend her grip somewhat.
"Thanks. Alright, ready?"
Hermione could hear the excitement in his voice, she couldn't relate.
"No..."
Harry struggles not to laugh, but with her tight grip on him Hermione knew he was.
"Well, here we go anyway. Before someone catches us."
And with that, they flew from the owlery tower, towards the Quidditch pitch.
After a lap around the Quiditch pitch, Harry landed them next to the locker room doors.
Even though Harry had not flown very vast, Hermione's legs still felt a bit shaky when she dismounted the broom.
"Alright, now let see how you are with a broom on your own." Harry said as he dismounted his broom and held it out to her.
Hermione hesitantly took the broom, still not sure if she was up for this.
"Could we just start with the basics?"
Harry nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea, if we start at the beginning. Just put the broom on the grass then."
Hermione laid down the broom grass gently, earning a grateful smile from Harry that made her insides flutter. Ignoring it, Hermione waited for Harry to begin.
"Have your hand over the broom, say up, and feel the broom flying in your hand." Harry slipped into his teacher mask.
Hermione put her hand over the broom. "Up!"
The broom rolled over, but didn't move an inch. "Up!" Still nothing. "Up!" Nada.
"It's first year all over again!" Hermione groaned in frustration.
"I think I know what's wrong." Harry spoke up. "You are still not trusting the broom, and it feels that. Try again, and this time try not to think too much about what can happen."
Hermione looks at Harry, not sure if she would be able to do it. But not wanting to give up just yet, she turns to the broom at her feet.
Taking a calming breath, Hermione hold her hand as before above the broom. With determination she calls out. "Up!"
And unlike before, the broom slaps into her hand with a soft twack.
It takes Hermione a second before she registered she was holding the broom. Feeling happy Hermione looked at Harry, who was looking back at her with a big grin. "I did it!?"
"Well done! I knew you could do it!"
Still smiling, Hermione looked at Harry.
"Thanks, Harry."
After about an hour of flying close to the ground, Harry had convinced Hermione to fly a bit higher. But only if he was sitting behind her on the broom.
It was unbelievable, she was actually doing it! She was really, actually, flying!
She had been flying for at least 15 minutes straight, of course with Harry behind her.
But after a rocky start, and convinced she wouldn't fall, Hermione began to enjoy actual flying. She was now flying above the stands of the Quidditch pitch.
Hermione felt giddy with excitement, and she was about to tell Harry when;
"Hermione."
She halted the broom abruptly, which made Harry almost bump into her. He was sitting very close now.
Ignoring how close he is, by some miracle, as Hermione hears the same voice call her name again.
She looks at the Slytherin stands and sees the familiar platinum blond hair.
Harry must have seen Draco too, as he murmurs to her if she's alright. Hermione nods, but is not sure if it was convincing.
Taking a big breath she turns the broom towards the stands and her ex.
She brings it to a stop, a bit above the stands, but within speaking distance.
"What do you want Draco?" Hermione ask wearily.
Draco throws a look over her shoulder at Harry, whom is clearly interested in something on the other side of the pitch.
Hermione appreciates his attempt to give her privacy, even if it is practically impossible sitting on a broom like this. And being this close on one at that.
"I want to talk to you. Alone." Draco stated a bit impatiently while throwing a look over her shoulder again at Harry.
"Well, that's going to be a bit difficult at the moment." Hermione stated sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. She felt more then heard Harry give a soft huff of laughter behind her. It send a jolt through her veins, which made Malfoy's presence even more annoying.
"You'll have to come back at another time, I'll send you an owl when I'll be available."
With that said, Hermione turned the broom around and sped off with reasonable speed.
Harry's barely hold back laughter filling her ear as she sped off, was amazing for Hermione.
Then it all ended by several things happening at once.
She heard Malfoy yell something with her name, but it got lost in the wind.
Harry was cursing at Malfoy in her ear.
Hermione felt a tug at her clothes and got pulled off from the broom.
In the second of floating she could see Harry grabbing control of the broom and turning it around.
And then she falls.
"Harry!" Hermione screams as she falls faster and faster to the ground, she tries to look for Harry in the sky but doesn't see him.
"Arestora Momentum!" She hear a voice roar somewhere in the whistling wind.
The free falling got slower, though the ground was still getting close pretty fast still. A few meters before Hermione hits the ground she feels something grabs her, and she sees emerald green.
Then her world turned black.
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Hermione gasps as she sits up, looking around she saw that she was in the hospital wing. Her shoulder and wrist felt stiff and she felt sore all over.
A sound to her left made Hermione turn and saw Harry in the next bed. "Harry." She says softly, her dry throath making her voice scratchy. His body was partly in a cast, glowing with runes she couldn't recognize from her bed.
Before Hermione could do anything more, the hospital wing doors opened and Luna entered.
"You're awake!" The Ravenclaw whispered excitedly, before skipping silently towards Hermione's bed and gave her friend a soft hug before looking her in the eye.
"Was so worried when I heard, you slept for almost a day, it's about 10 am the next day. You had some minor fractures in your ribs, head and hips, with a dislocated shoulder and broken wrist." Luna spoke in a serious voice. "Madame Pomfrey healed it up, but you should expect being sore and stiff for a few days."
Normally Hermione was happy Luna anticipated her questions, but she could only focus on the bed next to her.
"Harry?" She croaked, looking at Luna.
Luna grabs a glass of water from a nearby cabinet and gave it to Hermione, which gratefully drank some from it.
The blonde Ravenclaw then also looked to the hospital bed holding the raven haired Gryffindor.
"Madam Pomfrey said he would be fine after a while, but," Luna looked at Hermione with tears in her eyes. "I heard what happened at the pitch, if Harry hadn't caught you..."
Luna shook her head, clearly distraught by the thought alone.
Hermione's heart broke a little, and took the younger girl in her arms while processing what she had been told so far.
It sounds like Harry saved her yet again, not unlike the popular fairy tales when the hero sacrifices himself to rescue the damsel in distress.
Hermione never really liked those stories much, but she was still thankful she was alive. That they both were still alive.
"How is he?" Hermione whispers, her voice a bit raspy still, when Luna calms down a bit.
"They almost sended him to St. Mungo's." Luna whispered into her shoulder. "Most of his bones were badly broken, Madame Pomfrey said it was a miracle his spine wasn't shattered like his leg and arm."
Hermione's looked over at Harry, trying to remember what exactly happened, but it was all a bit hazy. Hermione knew she fell from her broom, but why and how Harry got hurt was unclear. Taking another sip of water, Hermione's throat felt less like sandpaper and asked Luna.
"What did excactly happen? It's all a bit hazy except that I fell."
"Harry flew after you and cast an Arestora Momentum, but it wasn't enough to slow you down in time. He grabbed you and put himself between you and the ground moments before you hit it." Luna says as she looks at the bed Harry was in.
The girls sit in silence for a moment after that, before Luna breaks it.
"What were, I mean, can I ask..." Luna trailed off, looking suddenly unsure of herself, fiddling with an edge of the hospital bed blanket.
Hermione looked at her best friend confused.
"What's wrong?" She asks, covering Luna's hands with her own.
The blond Ravenclaw squeezes her hands before she speaks. "Since the Duel in the Chamber, I tried to stay out your friendship between Harry and you. I was suprised to see you together at the Ball, like most of the Castle I suppose, but after yesterday everyone is convinced it was a date and now it's all everyone talking about that you are a couple now..."
Hermione didn't really know how to react, she really hoped that Luna was not feeling jealous because of some untrue rumours. Not that the thought of being a couple with Harry brought up unpleasant feelings.
"We are just friends Luna, and yesterday was just Harry trying to teach me how to fly." The thought of flying again was making Hermione feeling nauseous, so it was unlikely she would fly on a broom again. Distracting herself from those thoughts, Hermione continued. "It is mutual beneficial for us both to attend the Balls together and we had a bet going, that I lost, and so he got to teach me flying on a broom." She felt a bit guilty for not telling Luna the whole truth right now, but Hermione would probably tell her when they had more privacy than the Hospital wing provided.
Luna gave her a look, which meant she knew Hermione wasn't telling her everything.
But before the Ravenclaw could call the Gryffindor on it, Madame Pomfrey walked out her office.
"Miss Lovegood, as it is nearing lunchtime and I need to examine Miss Granger, I would appreciate it if you could leave. If Miss Granger is healed well enough she can join you at lunch." The school nurse declared, having reached Hermione's bed in a few strides.
"Of course Madame," Luna said as she hopped from the hospital bed. "I thank you for taking such good care of my friends."
Madame Pomfrey gave the Ravenclaw a smile. "Just doing my job my dear, but your thanks are appreciated." Then turned to Hermione and pulled out her wand for examination.
Luna had one remark before leaving the Hospital wing. "Hermione, since when do you call him Harry?"
"I'm afraid you have to stay here for at least three weeks Mr. Potter." Madam Pomfrey remarked a few days later, after Harry had woken up.
"Three weeks!" Harry exclaimed in dismayed surprise.
"Can't you use some Skele-grow for his bones?" Hermione asked, she had been visiting Harry often between studying in the Chamber, the DC on hold for the moment, with permission from Macgonagall.
Madame Pomfrey shook her head.
"Not after Mr. Malfoy 'fell' from the Slytherin stands. Between you three I had to use all I had already. And we are out of ingredients to make them ourselves." Muttering under her breath, the nurse disappeared into her office.
Hermione blinked, she hadn't noticed Draco in the hospital wing after she had woken up, nor had she seen him since the Quidditch pitch.
"How did Draco fall from the stands?" She wondered out loud.
Harry gave her a guilty look.
" I, uh, might have send an stunner and impediment jinx to him while diving after you.
Apparently I hit him and then he fell from the stairs, all the way down."
Hermione winced, that were a lot of stairs to fall down from. But before she could comment on it, Madame Pomfrey came back with a tray of potions.
"Here you are Mister Potter, a pain relief potion and a sleeping draught to make sure you sleep through most of the healing process. Before you take those, you need to take the nutrition potion and healing draught to make sure you are healing while you sleep." Putting the tray down on the bedside table, Pomfrey turned to Hermione.
"I assume you are willing to assist Mister Potter in taking his Potions if needed Miss Granger, I have other matters to attend."
And with a swiss of her robes, she left the two before Hermione could say anything.
Looking at Harry with a shy smile, she reached for the nutritional potion first and pulled the stopper from the vial before handing it to him.
Harry gave Hermione a smile in thanks, and drank the vial in one go before making grimace at the taste.
It didn't take long before Harry had drank all the vials, and he started to act woozy.
"Draco saved my life once you know."
Harry suddenly whispered to her.
Hermione's mouth fell open in suprise and poised to ask for more information.
Sadly, his Potions had kicked in and Harry had fallen asleep.
One week later, not only Pomfrey was at her wits end, Harry was as well.
It seemed like Harry has a high intolerance for sleeping potions, as he kept waking up earlier and earlier after each one.
So madame Pomfrey decided that sleeping those weeks away was out of the question.
In the end the Head nurse had to concede to let Harry out of the medical wing for their own sanity.
