Title: A Deep Soul Connection
Author: LilPrincess48
Disclaimer: Mm, forget Harry Potter. I wanna own Daniel Radcliffe!
Author's Note: Sorry about the long wait and, gosh, thanks for the reviews. I love you guys! ^___^ I'm down with a fever right now so before I'm gone for another long period of time, here's the next chapter.
Date Begun: June 15, 2004
Date Posted: June 15, 2004
Chapter 2: Let The Freakiness Begin
When Harry awoke, he noticed two things that were wrong. One, there were lots of oddly shaped midgets staring at him.
Two, everything was white. He blinked to clear his vision and noted, with some amusement, that the 'oddly shaped
midgets' were actually Ron, Ginny, and Neville.
"Oh, Harry, I rushed over as soon as I heard what happened!" Ginny shouted. "Are you okay?"
"Fine." He immediately reassured, sitting up and noticing that he was in the Hospital Wing. That explained the whiteness. "How's Hermione? Where is she?"
Potions.
"Oh." Ron said, an air of bitterness to his tone. "Snape came in the exact moment Hermione was waking up and decided she was fit enough to come to class so she's in Potions, worrying her arse off about you right now. What?" Asked, Ron, noticing the bewildered look on Harry's face.
"I... I... Er..." How was he supposed to explain that he'd just known, exactly, where Hermione was? He shook it off. No need to worry them further and besides, it was probably just a fluke. "Nothing. Shouldn't we be getting to class, too?"
"Of course not, mate. You're still delirious." Ron pushed Harry back down on the bed. "Besides, me and Neville have been granted permission to miss Potions and watch over you, so you better bloody well make sure you're sick for the next half-hour, okay?"
"Right then." Harry said, grinning despite himself. "If Madam Pomfrey comes back, tell her I'm on the verge of death and may not wake up all day."
Ron laughed. "You got it, mate."
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It was a full week later before Harry noticed the weird things that had been going on. And Hermione, as usual, noticed
it first.
Hermione caught up with Ron and Harry in the Great Hall. Instead of saying hello, she seized Harry's arm and said, "We need to talk."
"Do we have to talk now, Mione? I'm in the middle of my pumpkin pie!" Harry protested, but Hermione was not to be swayed.
"Harry James Potter, if you don't get up from this table right now, I'll--"
"Withhold sex for a month?" Dean asked, sending the entire table into a fit of laughter, minus Ron, who turned an interesting shade of pink and narrowed his eyes at Harry, Hermione, whose mouth curled into a thin line even as her cheeks flamed a bright red, and Harry, who was too busy trying to finish off his pie to acknowledge what Dean had said.
"Shut your mouth, Dean Thomas, before I hex it off." Her wand came out in a flash. "And you know that I can."
Harry swallowed his last piece of pie and stood. "We'll just be leaving, then."
Dean, who was uncharacteristically pale, said nothing. Neither did anybody else at the table. Harry grinned and followed Hermione out of the Great Hall and into the hallway.
"What's on your mind, Mione?" He asked, leaning against the wall.
"You." Harry nearly fell over in surprise, his face heating up as he stared at her incredulously.
"Hermione... I... I mean... And you... Er..." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I didn't mean it like that, you git." Harry felt his face cool down... And a sense of disappointment replaced his heavy blush. Which confused him more, he wasn't sure. "I wanted to talk to you about what happened in class and--"
Before she could finish her sentence, everybody came parading out of the Great Hall, heading to their individual classes. Unfortunately, or fortunately in Harry's case since he was still a bit red from Hermione's comment, the two had separate classes so they were swept in opposite directions.
Harry distinctly felt a sense of utter frustration that was not his won before he heard a voice, sounding much like Hermione's hiss I'll talk to you later. Not only didn't she sound happy, but the fact that Harry was hearing voices -- And Hermione's voice no less -- Didn't make him very happy either. As a matter of fact, he was slightly disturbed.
"What'd Hermione need to talk to you so badly about, anyway?" Asked Ron, coming up next to him. Harry looked at Ron wearily, then rubbed his temples.
"I have no idea. You all came out before she could tell me." Was it just him, or did Ron perk up considerably after that statement? Shaking it off, Harry ventured, "Ron, when you start hearing a girl's voice in your head, what does that say about you?"
"Either you're bonkers," Ron said breezily. "Or you're in love."
Harry really didn't like his options.
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"Mmm, Potter, I see a great and horrible death in your future. Very close, too. I also see a--" Harry had
tuned Professor Trelawney out the instant she said 'death'. He exchanged glances with Ron. Didn't she ever
get tired of predicting his premature death?
I bet Trelawney's filling his head up with nonsense. She never had much sense in the first place.
Harry clapped a hand to his head, attracting the attention of everyone in the room. There was Hermione's voice again. He was tempted to bang his head on the desk to get rid of it, but noticed the stares he was getting and resisted.
"Are you alright there, Harry?" Ron whispered once everybody had gone back to their crystal balls. Harry was about to answer when Hermione's voice rose up again.
--Got to find some way to talk to him before Potions. We have to find out what's going on.
Harry groaned. "Ron, I think I'm crazy."
"So do we." Parvati and Lavender snickered and then went back to their work. Ron glared at them, then spared Harry a concerned glance.
"What makes you say that?"
"I keep hearing--" Professor Trelawney came up beside them, staring down at the crystal balls sitting in Ron and Harry's laps and pointing as she got the rest of the class' attention.
"Ah. Class. Turn here. What a lovely set of balls Mr. Potter and Weasley have."
Harry's next words were drowned out in the uproarious laughter of the class and by the time they were through, class was over, and Ron was snickering too much on the way to Potions to listen to a word.
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Although he'd managed to avoid her for another week and a half, Harry wasn't the least bit surprise when he was
suddenly dragged into an empty classroom on his way back to the Common Room. For some unexplainable reason, he'd
known that Hermione was in there, and because of her constant chatter in his head, he knew exactly what she wanted to
talk about, so, when she opened her mouth to begin, he cut her off.
"No, I don't know what happened to us in Flitwick's class, yes, I did fully recover from said thing, and, no, I don't know why you can hear my voice in your head and vice versa. Can I go lose to Ron at chess now?'
"Harry, this is serious." She said, folding her arms and sitting on a desk. "This could be more serious than we think."
"Hermione, I'm tired. I'm hungry because you spent all of dinner clearing your throat so much I couldn't eat. I've got a grand total of ten and a half parchments to write up for homework. Trelawney predicted my premature death again. Everybody's been laughing every time they pass by Ron at me and staring in... Places. And, to top it all off..." He paused. "My arse hurts from falling off my broom in Quidditch practice."
"Trust me, I know. Look, Harry, I think what's going on has to do with that Binding Charm Professor Flitwick taught to us a few weeks ago. And I think maybe this can be easily reversed. We just have to say the counterspell and that should do it." She whipped out her wand and Harry took that as a key to whip out his, even though he really had no idea what Hermione was on about. "Alright, ready? Since you cast the spell in the first place, you should be the one to disengage it." Harry looked at her blankly. "Say the counterspell Harry." Another blank look. "Oh honestly. Disiunctum."
"Okay." Harry copied the moves with his wand that he remembered from class. "Disiunctum."
The familiar lavender light explosions appeared, surrounding he and Hermione. When they faded away, both looked slightly daze. Hermione was back to business at once. "Did it work?"
"How should I know?" Harry asked. "I'm more concerned about the fact that my arse is burning ten times worse than--"
"Thanks for sharing."
"What are you two doing in here?" Both turned to see Ron standing in the door, a suspicious look on his face. Ginny was with him. She giggled.
"Maybe they were snogging."
"Oh please. We're not you and Malfoy, Ginny." Hermione snapped. Ginny's eyes widened and she backed out of the doorway, taking off down the hall before Ron exploded with a:
"WHAT'S THIS ABOUT YOU AND MALFOY SNOGGING?!?!?!?! GET BACK HERE, GINNY!"
And took off after her. Harry and Hermione exchanged glances.
"I suppose we can't do anything but wait for now." Hermione said, pocketing her wand. She looked extremely tired. Harry wondered if it would really bother her that much to be bonded to him.
" 'Spose." Harry agreed. "Let's go back to the Common Room."
Hermione nodded and the two of them walked out of the classroom, both of their minds racing, but neither willing to talk about it.