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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,692
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I'm Not Pregnant!
AN
I keep on fogetting to thank my betas Ashlee and linkinparker1127. So, thank you!!
\'k, back to the story then.
Ch. 10
“Are you all right?” Harry asked.
“Yes. Yes I am,” Hermione responded, being snapped from her thoughts.
They were in the Great Hall. The scared first years had been sorted; Dumbledore had just finished addressing the students about the school regulations and introduced the Heads to the students. Hermione realized that her plan of not arousing suspicion was not working upon Harry’s inquiry. Prior to that, she’d kept on looking up at the Professor’s table waiting for any indication that the feasting was over so that she’d be able to visit Madame Pomfrey. After Harry’s question, she decided to concentrate on eating. She managed to endure the rest of the feast without any incidents.
“Students, please turn in.”
Upon hearing the long awaited announcement, Hermione fought hard not to jump up and rushed out of the Great Hall. Instead, she opted to rise casually and move towards the door alongside Ginny.
“Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, please remain here,” called out Professor McGonagal, seconds before she was home free.
She stiffened abruptly and turned to walk towards the professor, all the while cursing her to kingdom come in her mind. Malfoy stood next to her, giving her an odd look.
“I understand that you two would like to be with your friends,” began McGonagal, “but must I remind you two that you don’t know where your dormitories are?”
“Follow me, now,” she said after giving them a pointed stare.
After a short trek, McGonagal stopped before a portrait on the first floor. The portrait was of a young nobleman atop a black steed, looking listlessly at a far away castle in the background. The man immediately perked up upon seeing them.
“You have your own sleeping quarters as well as bathrooms. You shall, however, be sharing a common room. From your own rooms, you will be able to access your respective houses via a portrait. Be aware that only you will be able to use it,” the professor informed them, “Now, the password shall be: Glumbubble. Goodnight you two.”
As soon as the professor left, Draco quickly addressed the portrait and stepped inside. Hermione remained outside, indecisive on what to do. Thinking that the two students had already entered, the portrait swung shut. Seeing the girl standing surprised, he made to apologize quickly.
“I thought you were inside, I do apologize greatly, milady,” he blurted out.
“It is quite all right,” she said smiling at him, “I wasn’t going in. You just surprised me.”
“Alas, I haven’t introduced myself,” he said, “I am Lord Stoddard Withers.”
“I am Hermione Granger, but please call me Hermione,” she replied. Afa moa moment, she looked back at the nobleman with recognition in her eyes, “Did you say you are Lord Withers? Did you not attempt to create a cross between polo and Quidditch and polo by using flying horses?”
“Yes,” he said laughing, “I am surprised that I am even mentioned in your history books, considering that the sport never did catch on.”
“But it was the attempt that counts,” she said smiling.
Lord Withers took this moment to observe the girl. The black school uniform with the Gryffindor crest contrasted nicely with her light skin and long wavy brown hair. Her face was something to look at, but it was her eyes that were the most breath taking. Dark, passionate eyes in which one could easily get lost in. It was in these eyes that he saw a swirl of emotions; emotions that were being tried to be hidden. However, he saw them clearly. Anger and pain were evident, but it was sadness that was the most prevalent.
“Well, goodnight,” she addressed him before moving down the hall. He realized that she was headed towards the hospital wing with the direction that she took. He was left looking after her, and had it not been for his sharp eyes, he would have never noticed the slight limp with which she walked with. Interesting, he thought.
“Ms. Granger, what are you doing here?” asked a pleasantly surprised nurse.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but would it be possible for you to help me?” Hermione asked a bit nervous
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The nurse looked at her a bit startled. The only plausible problem that she would need help with pretty much took Madame Pomfrey by surprise.
“Oh!” Hermione said, realizing what it was that had the nurse in disarray, “I’m not pregnant.”
“Of course not,” Pomfrey said hastily, relief washing over her, “What can I help you with then, dear?”
“Is it possible for you to correctly heal mending bones?”
“Of course, but why-”
“Poppy!” called the voice of the Headmaster, “Ah there you are. I need you to…Oh, good evening, Ms. Granger!”
“Good evening, Professor.”
“What are you doing here on your first night back?” he asked, eyes twinkling mischievously.
“I just wanted to greet Madame Pomfrey. Well then, good evening.”
As soon as she left the wing, Dumbledore’s expression fell. Running a hand through his beard, he turned to the confused nurse.
“Albus, what is it?”
“Poppy, when Ms. Granger returns, which she will, do what she asks for, and do not question her,” he told her.
“But-”
“Poppy, listen. The girl has gone through some unpleasant things this summer. The last thing she needs is to be reminded of them.”
“Very well, Albus.”
I keep on fogetting to thank my betas Ashlee and linkinparker1127. So, thank you!!
\'k, back to the story then.
Ch. 10
“Are you all right?” Harry asked.
“Yes. Yes I am,” Hermione responded, being snapped from her thoughts.
They were in the Great Hall. The scared first years had been sorted; Dumbledore had just finished addressing the students about the school regulations and introduced the Heads to the students. Hermione realized that her plan of not arousing suspicion was not working upon Harry’s inquiry. Prior to that, she’d kept on looking up at the Professor’s table waiting for any indication that the feasting was over so that she’d be able to visit Madame Pomfrey. After Harry’s question, she decided to concentrate on eating. She managed to endure the rest of the feast without any incidents.
“Students, please turn in.”
Upon hearing the long awaited announcement, Hermione fought hard not to jump up and rushed out of the Great Hall. Instead, she opted to rise casually and move towards the door alongside Ginny.
“Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, please remain here,” called out Professor McGonagal, seconds before she was home free.
She stiffened abruptly and turned to walk towards the professor, all the while cursing her to kingdom come in her mind. Malfoy stood next to her, giving her an odd look.
“I understand that you two would like to be with your friends,” began McGonagal, “but must I remind you two that you don’t know where your dormitories are?”
“Follow me, now,” she said after giving them a pointed stare.
After a short trek, McGonagal stopped before a portrait on the first floor. The portrait was of a young nobleman atop a black steed, looking listlessly at a far away castle in the background. The man immediately perked up upon seeing them.
“You have your own sleeping quarters as well as bathrooms. You shall, however, be sharing a common room. From your own rooms, you will be able to access your respective houses via a portrait. Be aware that only you will be able to use it,” the professor informed them, “Now, the password shall be: Glumbubble. Goodnight you two.”
As soon as the professor left, Draco quickly addressed the portrait and stepped inside. Hermione remained outside, indecisive on what to do. Thinking that the two students had already entered, the portrait swung shut. Seeing the girl standing surprised, he made to apologize quickly.
“I thought you were inside, I do apologize greatly, milady,” he blurted out.
“It is quite all right,” she said smiling at him, “I wasn’t going in. You just surprised me.”
“Alas, I haven’t introduced myself,” he said, “I am Lord Stoddard Withers.”
“I am Hermione Granger, but please call me Hermione,” she replied. Afa moa moment, she looked back at the nobleman with recognition in her eyes, “Did you say you are Lord Withers? Did you not attempt to create a cross between polo and Quidditch and polo by using flying horses?”
“Yes,” he said laughing, “I am surprised that I am even mentioned in your history books, considering that the sport never did catch on.”
“But it was the attempt that counts,” she said smiling.
Lord Withers took this moment to observe the girl. The black school uniform with the Gryffindor crest contrasted nicely with her light skin and long wavy brown hair. Her face was something to look at, but it was her eyes that were the most breath taking. Dark, passionate eyes in which one could easily get lost in. It was in these eyes that he saw a swirl of emotions; emotions that were being tried to be hidden. However, he saw them clearly. Anger and pain were evident, but it was sadness that was the most prevalent.
“Well, goodnight,” she addressed him before moving down the hall. He realized that she was headed towards the hospital wing with the direction that she took. He was left looking after her, and had it not been for his sharp eyes, he would have never noticed the slight limp with which she walked with. Interesting, he thought.
“Ms. Granger, what are you doing here?” asked a pleasantly surprised nurse.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but would it be possible for you to help me?” Hermione asked a bit nervous
T
The nurse looked at her a bit startled. The only plausible problem that she would need help with pretty much took Madame Pomfrey by surprise.
“Oh!” Hermione said, realizing what it was that had the nurse in disarray, “I’m not pregnant.”
“Of course not,” Pomfrey said hastily, relief washing over her, “What can I help you with then, dear?”
“Is it possible for you to correctly heal mending bones?”
“Of course, but why-”
“Poppy!” called the voice of the Headmaster, “Ah there you are. I need you to…Oh, good evening, Ms. Granger!”
“Good evening, Professor.”
“What are you doing here on your first night back?” he asked, eyes twinkling mischievously.
“I just wanted to greet Madame Pomfrey. Well then, good evening.”
As soon as she left the wing, Dumbledore’s expression fell. Running a hand through his beard, he turned to the confused nurse.
“Albus, what is it?”
“Poppy, when Ms. Granger returns, which she will, do what she asks for, and do not question her,” he told her.
“But-”
“Poppy, listen. The girl has gone through some unpleasant things this summer. The last thing she needs is to be reminded of them.”
“Very well, Albus.”
AN
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