Disclaimer: Well, duh. If you have read the first two chapters, then ya know what I say. But if you’re stupido and skipped those chapters and went to this one, then I’ll say it again. I OWN NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish I did, because then I might be the richest woman in England like J.K.R. Except for the fact that I’m a teenager in America. OH WELL. I CAN STILL DREAM. But for now, all I own is anything you don’t recognize. Have fun.
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A week passed, and then Hermione came in late again with that same dreamy expression on her face. This time, she really did feel like smiling. She sat down by Harry, obviously forgetting their little argument. Ron and Harry stared at her for what seemed like forever, then she finally jolted out of it. She blushed, and turned to go find her own seat at the other end of the table. Harry grabbed the hem of her robes.
“Sit back down,” he said, grinning. Hermione looked overjoyed and kissed both Ron and Harry on the cheek. Ron looked flabbergasted, but Harry just smiled.
“We’re really sorry about the way we acted towards your, er, announcement, yesterday. It was impolite and rude and we should have supported you as friends as you have supported us.” Harry said.
Ron nodded, wondering if Harry had been rehearsing that when he stayed in the bathroom for and hour and a half. “Ya, what he said.”
Hermione just giggled. “I shouldn’t have gotten all teary eyed. I don’t know what came over me. I guess everyone knows now not to mess with me that early in the morning anymore.”
The three friends laughed. They were friends again, everything was smooth sailing. Or so they thought…
Ron took a big gulp of pumpkin juice mid- laugh and fell silent, staring at the teacher’s table. His mouth hung open a little bit, and his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. Hermione and Harry looked at each other and shrugged.
“Oy, Ron! What’s so interesting up there?”
The red- haired boy waved in the general direction of a chair next to Dumbledore’s. Harry and Hermione looked up, and their mouths hung open, too. A stunning young woman sat in between Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. She had a long, thick brunette mane cascading down her shoulders and well rounded breasts. Her light blue eyes danced as she laughed at Professor Dumbledore’s often long- winded jokes. Her robes fit her curvy body perfectly, and they noticed underneath the table that instead of wearing sneakers like almost everyone else, she had knee- high lace- up combat boots.
“Oh dear God, please tell me that she is a student not a teacher… a seventh year student…” Ron moaned.
Hermione giggled. “With looks like that, what else could she be? She’s gorgeous.”
Ron looked back at her. “You think I don’t know that already? Oh gosh…”
Harry just rolled his eyes and shook his head. Ron had not had very good experience with women. Lavender, Parvati, and Padma had all dumped him for the same reason. “You’re just too homely,” they would say, leaving him to sit in the common room and regret having ever been born a Weasley.
As they all sat and thought of whom the new girl could be, Professor Dumbledore took his fork and tapped his glass lightly. Though he had applied the least amount of pressure possible, the noise was amplified and echoed through the Great Hall.
When silence had overtaken the students, he spoke. “I have an announcement,” he said simply. “We have a new student.” He gestured towards the young woman to his right. She smiled, joy dancing in those blue grey eyes of hers. “Her name is Nigella Burns. She has already been sorted, and Gryffindor will be happy to know they have a new addition.” The Gryffindor males screamed and whooped, while the girls just clapped, wondering if they should be jealous or not.
Nigella stood up and walked down to the Gryffindor table. Every Gryffindor boy’s eyes pleaded, wanting her to sit by him. But Harry and Ron stayed silent and just talked to Hermione. Harry didn’t want a girlfriend right then, or it seemed that way. Ron just thought he wasn’t good enough. But he had grown from the awkward, lanky boy into a tall, lean man. His robe was unbuttoned, showing the loose T- shirt and jeans underneath that fit him just right. He had muscles, there was no doubt about that, and a slight tan from working in Romania all summer with Charlie. The tan made his freckles less visible, and made him more attractive. Nigella noticed this, and also noticed that he was not drooling all over the table like the rest of the boys. She sat down by him, causing Ron to get glares from all the guys at the table, but smiles from the girls. Ron was such a sweet guy, he deserved a good girl.
Ron looked up, amazed by what he saw. “H- Hi,” he managed to spit out. “I- I’m, uh, um...”
“Ron Weasley, right? Uncle Albus- I mean, Professor Dumbledore, told me all about you, Harry, and Hermione.” She spoke with a soft Irish accent.
“Erm, yeah. So Professor Dumbledore is your uncle?” Ron asked. He was still sort of in shock from a beautiful girl sitting next to him and striking up a conversation without using the word “homely.”
“Great- uncle. And I think he’s once or twice removed somewhere in there, but I’m not sure… I just call him Uncle Albus.”
“Cool. Oh look, food!”
While they had been talking Dumbledore had made food appear on their plates. Wonderful aromas filled their noses, bacon and sausage, eggs, waffles and pancakes, anything you could think of to have for breakfast. Ron, Harry and Nigella dug into the food, heaping their plates with all the food they could eat (and maybe more). But Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth and muttered nervously, “I think I’m going to be sick!” She ran out of the Great Hall with one hand on her stomach and the other still on her mouth. The Slytherins sniggered while the rest of the Great Hall glared at them and wondered what was wrong with Hermione.
“I sincerely hope this is not another attempt to bring back SPEW… I mean, she’s more insulting the house elves’ cooking, not insulting the school for having the little buggers,” Ron said, breaking the silence.
“I don’t think that was it, Ron. She looked sincerely ill,” Nigella replied, concerned.
“Maybe we should go and see what the matter is,” Harry suggested.
“No, I think she probably just has a bug. And if I know Hermione, she will go to the hospital wing and ask us to just bring her homework. She won’t want us to watch her puke her guts up,” Ron reasoned.
Nigella looked disgusted. “Ron! We’re trying to eat here, have you noticed? We really don’t want to hear about Hermione’s guts!!” She punched his arm, but not hard enough to hurt.
“Yeah, Ron! Gosh!” Harry said, a grin on his face.
“Oh, so now you’re all ganging up on me… that’s just great, I feel so loved…” Ron replied with mock sadness.
Nigella rolled her eyes. Harry just laughed. He could tell Ron was attracted to Nigella, and the feeling was mutual. If only his love life could work out that way...
Hermione kneeled next to the toilet, retching. There was nothing in her stomach, so it was acid that was burning her esophagus. ((I know.. that sounds funky. But I know how it works, you don’t know how many migraines I have had on an empty stomach.))
“I’m sure it’s just a bug, I should go see Madam Pomfrey,” Hermione whispered. She washed her face and walked out of the bathroom into her dorm. She grabbed her cloak and went down the steps to the common room. It was empty, of course, seeing as how everyone was at breakfast.
“Ugghhh.. I do not feel like walking all the way to the hospital wing…” Hermione moaned. She took out her wand and Apparated out of the room. When she arrived at the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey quickly put her in a bed and fed her a disgusting potion that she said would cure any viruses or bacteria she had. She also did a physical on Hermione just to make sure there was nothing else wrong.
“I’ll owl you the results of this physical, Hermione, “ Madam Pomfrey warbled. “You just get some rest now, dearie.” Hermione complied happily, and went quickly to sleep. Soon she was dreaming, surprisingly, about her lover.
Draco and Hermione were standing on a cliff, in a place unknown. Hermione held a box. She didn’t know what was inside, but they both knew it was important, a thing to be treasured. They kissed, when suddenly the ground Hermione was standing fell through. She managed to grab the edge of the cliff with one hand, and held the treasure in the other, and cried out to her lover.
“Draco! Draco, love, please. Please help me, save me!” she screamed. Draco’s face contorted into a look of disgust, and he kicked her hand.
“I have no reason to speak with you, or spare your life, Mudblood,” he said, putting emphasis on the dreaded insult.
Her fingers screamed in pain, but pain was nothing now. Everything had no meaning, nothing had meaning. For she was falling. Hermione plunged through the blackness.
She woke up with a jolt. Cold beads of sweat made their way down the sides of her face and neck.
“What was that all about?” she wondered aloud. She flopped back down on the bed, a puzzled look on her face, but just had to sit up again to throw up. She groaned. “This potion better start working soon!” Hermione lay back down after “puking her guts” some more, as Ron so gracefully put it, and fell into another troubled sleep.
The day went on as normal for the rest of the students, and Hermione got out of the hospital wing that night, claiming she felt loads better. She, Ron, Harry and Nigella sat in the common room and did their homework. Finally they got finished and started talking about Hermione’s episode in the hospital wing that morning.
“It was nothing, really,” Hermione said. “Must have been one of those 12 hour bugs.” Her face betrayed her worries, though.
“Hermione. I can see it on your face. What else is wrong??” Nigella asked. She was a sharp girl, and had instantly become friends with the trio. Hermione looked squeamish, and it crossed Harry’s mind that maybe she was going to puke again.
“Well…” Hermione started, Harry breathing a sigh of relief that she wasn’t going to hurl. “I had this dream…” She described to them the strange dream she had in the hospital wing.
“And I don’t know what it means,” she finished, glad to have gotten it off her chest.
“I don’t know, Hermione. That’s really weird,” Ron said quietly. “You probably were just a little delirious from being sick, you know?” Hermione nodded.
“Well, I’m beat. I better go get some rest, to make sure that virus doesn’t come back,” Hermione murmured.
“Yeah, I’ll join you,” Nigella said. They walked up together to the girl’s dorms, Nigella was now in Hermione’s dorm.
Harry and Ron glanced at each other.
“You know, I barely passed Divination last year, but I know what dreams like that mean,” Harry said.
“I do too,” Ron replied. “And if we’re right, then, well, Hermione’s headed for some hard times.”
A week passed, and Hermione still could not go anywhere near food during breakfast. She just skipped it, and stayed in her dorm and studied, for fear of throwing up again. One morning during breakfast she was working on putting some final touches to her Charms homework, when a large tawny school owl tapped at the window. She opened the window to let it in, then read the letter it held. It was the results of her physical from Madam Pomfrey.
Hermione- The results of your physical are somewhat surprising. I have spoken with Professor Dumbledore, and he agrees that you should come see me at once and contact your parents….
Hermione read the rest of the note, suddenly feeling her knees go weak. She slid to the floor on all fours, moaning.
“Noooo….. How could this happen… how could this happen to me? What will I do… Oh, gosh…”
Hermione crouched there on the floor, whispering desperately to the gods, asking them to have mercy on her. She stayed there until the clock showed it was time for her to dash to her next class. She wiped her tears and got up, ready to face her classes with dry eyes. For right now anyways.
A/N: Can y’all guess what’s wrong with her??? I bet you can!!! For those who can’t guess you’ll have to wait till the next chapter to find out. MWAHAHAHA!!!! LOL I’m so evil. Review while you wait, please!!! Have fun.
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