Story: War
Chapter: 9
Rating of Chapter: R
Thanks: Thanks to Cheryl and Muirnin for their continuous support and help with this fic.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The only things I own are the plot, any characters, spells etc that you do not recognize.
Author Notes: I'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter, and yes, Purple_Starz, I know how she would feel, I have my sources *wink*
Chapter 9: Heal Me
At Hogwarts, Ginny had left the girls dormitory, and made her way through the common room. She didn't know whether or not tell anybody or not. As she left, she met Ron outside. He walked up to her, still angry from when she belted him. "Ginny, have you seen Harry or Hermione? I can't find them anywhere."
"Umm, yeah. Look, Ron, you need to know something. Hermione's at St Mungo's, with Harry." She noticed the startled look on his face. "She's pregnant. I don't know what the problem was, but it seemed really serious."
"I can't believe Harry got Hermione pregnant." Ron said bitterly.
"Ron calm down," said Ginny.
"How could he treat her like that? Hermione's been our friend for seven years and he sleeps with her and wrecks her life." Ron was now turning red with frustration.
"Cool it Weasley, might burst a blood vessel." Draco had now appeared behind them. "So, you two know as well." Ginny's eyes widened, Ron looked even angrier.
"You knew before me!" Ron shouted. Draco shrugged.
"You tell me." Ron was shaking now, and it seemed as though he was fighting the urge to wallop Draco right there and then. "What's the matter, seen your reflection?" Draco smirked at Ron, who lashed out a fist, which Draco ducked comfortably. He then started to mock his own fear as he bit his lip sarcastically.
"Calm down for god sake!" Ginny screamed. "I think we should be more worried about our friends. Now I don't know about you but I'm going to St Mungo's."
"No you are not," came a cold voice from behind. They turned around, Ginny and Ron looking a little worried, Draco looking as though he didn't have a care in the world.
"P-Professor Snape," stuttered Ginny.
"Why would you be wanting to go to St Mungo's?" he asked firmly.
"Our friends are there," answered Ginny.
"Mr Potter and Miss Granger I presume?" Ginny nodded, although she was confused as to how he knew. "We have been informed by Madam Pomfrey, we know all about their silly childish games. Now, Miss Weasley, I understand you have Potions next, I expect you in class in two minutes." He shot them all a cold-hearted stare and froze at Draco. Draco raised his eyebrows at him. "Stop smirking Mr Malfoy or you'll be stuck like it." Draco suddenly stopped smirking and heard Ron snort next to him.
"Can it Weasley," he muttered under his breath. Ron ignored him and turned to Ginny.
"Ginny, how did they get to St Mungo's?" he asked.
"Portkey, in our dormitory…anyway, I better get going." She hurried away down the corridor, Draco sneaking a peak at her butt as she moved quickly. He raised an eyebrow slightly. He stopped when Ron thumped him on the arm. Draco walked over to a tall cabinet in the corridor. He needed to get a couple of books for studying, Ron followed him.
"What are you looking for, a book on how to get a date?" he taunted. Draco laughed sarcastically. He bent down and placed a hand on the door handle to a waist high cupboard.
"Was that a joke or your best pick up line?" he asked. Ron hit him on the back again. Draco swung the cupboard door open and the handle met Ron's groin causing him to fall to his knees. "Ever heard of the saying, `Play with the cat `till you get scratched?'"
He picked his books from the cupboard before walking away coolly. He froze on his walk and moved back to Ron, who was still clenching his groin. Draco crouched down and whispered in his ear. "I would stand up if I were you, I couldn't tell if you were praying or masturbating." Ron lashed out at him again, but he avoided his hand, this time walking away with the biggest smirk on his face.
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Back at St Mungo's Harry was being given a talking to by Sirius. "Now Harry, I know this is hard for you, but you need to get back into that room and see Hermione."
"I know but…I'm scared." Harry held his head in his hands; Sirius put an arm around him and pulled him to his side.
"I know it's scary. But I won't let you make the same mistakes I did. It's ok to be scared Harry, it happens to us all. What's bothering you?"
"I'm worried that Hermione will push me away. Believe me, I want to be there for her, but…when all this happened, it was my stupid hormones that made all this happen. It's my fault, I put her through all this."
"It is not your fault Harry, Hermione loved you and she would want you in there with her. How is staying away going to help things?" Harry pondered on what his godfather had just said, and he was right. He got up from his seat and eyed Sirius.
"Your very wise you know Sirius."
Sirius smiled at him. "I try." Harry half smiled back at him, and walked up to Hermione's door. He slowly opened it, and stepped into the room.
Hermione was still asleep; he figured that he would sit with her for support. He moved a chair over next to her bed and sat down on it. He stared at her pale face, she looked so lifeless. He worked up the Gryffindor courage to place his hand on one of hers, which was hanging out of the covers. As his fingers gently bushed the skin, she twitched a little, and Harry pulled away. Harry watched as he saw her eyes flicker open, she looked confused for a moment, before she realised where she was.
"Harry," she groaned. He smiled a little and gripped her hand firmly. They didn't say anything, but they knew what each other were thinking. Harry held back his tears and moved his lips to her fingers. He gently kissed them. "I feel so cold, and weak." Hermione continued. Harry was her struggling to move, so he helped her a little. He moved her pillows up against the wall, before putting one arm around the front of her chest and one on the back. He gently moved he body upwards so that she could sit comfortably in an upright position.
Harry placed one of his hands on the side of her face, her skin was so cold. He trailed his hand over her cheek and under her chin. His warm skin healing her cold skin. He now placed his other hand on her other cheek and found himself devoting all of his thought to helping Hermione. Before he knew what was happening a spark of yellow light erupted between his hands, Hermione winced a little, and then stopped as Harry pulled away.
"What happened?" he asked, his voice shaky.
"I don't know," she asked, her voice suddenly crystal clear. "My voice…Harry, do that again." Harry didn't really know what he had done, but he placed one hand under her chin and one on her cheek once more. He closed his eyes, and again lost all thoughts other than Hermione. She winced again, but he held his hands on her, until the yellow spark faded out.
Harry noticed Hermione's pale white face was changing. Her cheeks now had a hint of pink and red in them, and before he knew it…she was in full colour. "Fuck me," he muttered. "How do you feel?" he asked her.
She blinked a couple of times and looked both confused and excited. "I feel fine, but that's the weird thing." Hermione glanced up at Harry, she was about to hold his hand, but he fell forwards on her bed. His breathing was frantic and he was sweating thoroughly. She touched him on the shoulder. "Harry!" He abruptly sat up again, looking shaken and surprised. "What happened, are you ok?" she asked.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, but I think I lost some of my life for a moment, after I brought yours back. I feel fine now…it just took me by surprise."
"I think we're missing the bigger issue here Harry. You have the power to heal." Harry's eyes widened, and it suddenly hit him that he did indeed have the power to heal, or at least…it seemed so.
Author Notes: Well, half humour/angst, half mystery/angst. I hope you enjoyed the Draco/Ron argument; I tried to add some humour in to break up the intensity of the story. Why did Ron want to know how they got to St Mungo's? Can Harry really heal? If so, why?