A/N: HEY! Thanks for all your reviews; I tried to reply to as many as my computer would let me. Anyway, hopefully this will be a tad bit better…I like it, it makes me laugh. There's some serious word misusage in this chapter, but it's all meant to be like that. Read and review!
Harry slung Lavender in the floor and ran over to where Hermione was, but by the time he got there, she was already gone.
Perfect…
Harry turned around to see Lavender sitting back up. Her hair was disheveled and the site, to Harry that is, looked amusing.
"Well," said Lavender, spitting out strands of her hair," I wasn't expecting that one."
"Sorry…It's just…Well…I was actually being seriously sarcastic when I said sure about getting to know you. I think you're shallow and annoying, and honestly…You're not even half as beautiful as Herm…Err…I mean, you're just not that attractive. See you later," said Harry, walking towards the boys dormitories. Too bad he missed the face on Lavender. It was a look of that stupid girly noise "awwww".
Harry loves Hermione….Why didn't I see THAT coming?
Meanwhile, Harry went to his four-poster bed to think. He had to get to Hermione somehow;….She had to know he had no intentions of doing anything with Lavender. Suddenly, his curtains were pulled back and a very disheveled Ron was staring back at him.
"I dink I'm sthick," said Ron, who seemed to have a speech impediment…Or maybe his nose was stopped up…EW…
"Go to Madame Pompfrey's then," said Harry, trying not to laugh at Ron's red nose from using tissue.
"Will you come with me?" asked Ron, sniffling.
"Why would I come with you, Ron? You don't need a babysitter," said Harry, needing to get rid of Ron so he could think.
"Please, Harry? It's all dark in da castle….Dere bight be…Spiders," said Ron, shivering at the mentioning of spiders.
"Fine, I'll go, but I'm not staying if you have to stay tonight," said Harry.
"Bwoody hell, Harry. I don't need a babysthitter," said Ron, rolling his eyes.
So, Harry went with Ron to the hospital wing. It was a quiet walk all the way there and gave Harry time to think about his plan.
Alright, so maybe I could send flowers up to her room. No…No, that's stupid. Maybe she'll be out of the dormitories once I get back. Well, what if she's not? Oh! I know what I could do.
Finally, after the longest walk Harry had ever taken, they were at the hospital wing. Madame Pompfrey seemed to be busy with another patient. Harry immediately recognized the patient as Neville. Harry and Ron walked over beside his bed.
"Hiya, Deville. What'd you do dis dime?" asked a stuffed up Ron.
"Well, Trevor had escaped again and I found him over near a giant tree. I kept trying to pick Trevor up but he just kept hopping, so then…Well…The giant tree kind of….Knocked the bloody hell out of me," said Neville.
"Neville, I thought you knew about the Womping Willow," said Harry.
"I….I forgot," said Neville.
Madame Pompfrey, who had walked off towards her office, came back with a vile of medicine. Once she had given it to Neville, she turned to Harry and Ron.
"And why, though I'm not surprised, are you two here?" asked Madame Pompfrey.
"Ron needs a Pepper up Potion," said Harry.
"Sick is he? Well, we've been getting a lot of those tonight," said Madame Pompfrey. "Come with me, Ron. You'll need to stay here tonight. What you have may be contagious."
"But-"
"No buts. Now go!" said Madame Pompfrey.
Ron nodded his head and walked towards the nearest bed. Harry followed him.
"Well, Ron. You'll be alright then?" asked Harry. "Good, bye."
Before Ron could say anything, Harry was gone.
He gets crazier everyday.
Once out of the hospital wing, Harry ran back to the common room, hoping that Hermione was there. Still running, Harry spat out the password to the Fat Lady, who, reluctantly, let him in. Harry looked around the empty common room. Hermione wasn't anywhere to be found.
Why can't she be here?
Feeling worse, Harry walked to the stairs leading to the dormitories. Before he could reach the door to the boys' dorms, he heard a muffled cry. Harry quickly turned around and noticed a girl sitting on the stairs leading to the girls' dorms. Her head was on her knees and her hair was a mass of curly, golden brown waves upon her body. Harry let out a relieved sigh. There she was. Harry walked down the few steps that were between himself and Hermione. Once he got closer, Hermione's head shot up from her knees and looked him straight in the eyes. Tears were still running down her face and her eyes were red from rubbing them, but, to Harry, she was still perfect. After a few seconds, or maybe longer, Harry wasn't sure, of eye locking, Hermione's head went back to her knees and her body started shaking. Harry bent down in front of her. This was his chance to tell her how he felt.
Just breathe, Potter. Breathe….
Harry brought a shaking hand to her own hand, which was resting on her knee. Her hand was cold and wet from the tears she had been wiping away.
"Hermione," said Harry gently. "Hermione, please look at me."
Hermione stopped shaking and brought her head up, slowly. When her head was all the way up, her eyes looked away from him.
"Hermione…Look at me," whispered Harry.
Finally, Hermione looked at him. Their eyes locked again in an electrifying stare. Harry couldn't decide if he wanted to just tell her or show her that nothing did, and never would happen with Lavender. Harry leaned in towards Hermione, closing his eyes, ready for the moment he had been waiting for since they had gotten back from Hogsmeade. Hermione started to lean in too. They were slowly getting closer…And closer….And closer to each other's lips that they could feel the other's breath on their face. Their lips were so close to touching, but suddenly…Hermione brought her hand up to her mouth and sneezed.
….Hermione sneezed….Right when they were about to kiss, Hermione sneezed….
"Oh….I'm sorry, I'm just not really feeling well," said Hermione, sniffling.
Great, Hermione….You were about to do what you had wanted to do since fourth year and you bloody sneeze in his face.
"That's alright. Maybe you should go to the hospital wing, that's where Ron is. Pompfrey made him stay overnight," said Harry.
"Will you go with me?" asked Hermione, her eyes full of hope.
`Of course," said Harry, smiling.
So, Harry took yet another trip to the hospital wing. Except, this time, he was with someone he just happened to be in love with. While walking, Harry noticed Hermione was shivering.
"Are you cold?" asked Harry.
Well, that was a stupid question.
"Oh, I'm fine Harry, really," said Hermione, bringing her hands to her arms in hopes of warming up.
"No you're not, come here," said Harry, putting his arm around Hermione and rubbing her arms.
Wow, there is a God! If Harry liked Lavender, wouldn't he have been with her?
Once Harry and Hermione made it to the hospital wing, there were already a lot of people there in bed. Madame Pompfrey was going back and forth trying to help them all. Harry and Hermione, still wrapped up in each other, walked over to her.
"Are you sick now, Potter?" asked Madame Pompfrey.
"No, it's Hermione," said Harry. Madame Pompfrey nodded and led Hermione to an empty bed. Hermione lay down and Madame Pompfrey came beside with her with a vile of medicine.
"Here, drink this," said Madame Pompfrey. Hermione took it and started to gulp it down. Once she was finished, her nose started to snarl.
"That's disgusting," said Hermione.
Harry smiled and went over next to her.
"You'll need to go back to your own bed Potter, before you get sick too," said Madame Pompfrey.
"Is it alright if I stay?" asked Harry.
"Fine, fine," said Madame Pompfrey, sighing. "But take this so you won't get sick."
Harry did what he told and took the medicine. It was probably one of the most disgusting things he had ever drunken….Right up there with Skelegro. When Madame Pompfrey had gone to help other patients, Harry grabbed a seat beside Hermione's bed.
"Thanks for staying, Harry," said Hermione.
"Don't worry about it," said Harry, taking Hermione's hand. Hermione smiled despite the major sickness she had gotten.
"Hermione…There's….There's something I want to tell you…."
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