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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Chapter 11
'Oh, Harry, you traitor! You're with him now.' Hermione thought, listening to his monotonous drone. He was massacring her book that she'd so looked forward to reading. Seething, she worked on waking, on summoning what little power she had. She didn't know how long it took, but she finally opened her eyes, rolled them to find Harry Potter, sitting in the chair, his chin on his chest, drooling and slightly snoring. Gritting her teeth, she moved first one hand, then the other, pulling the blanket off her of chest. She faught the potions and spells she'd been put under with; fighting them as hard as she faught Moody's 'crucio's' in fourth year.
She had to get up, get out of here before she ended up in the nuthut with Lockhart. Finally sitting on the edge of the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief. With every movement of her body, she gained even more control. Hermione reached forward and with nimble, quick fingers, she pulled Harry's wand out of his robe pocket without waking him. Cocking her head to the side, she considered her oldest friend. He'd failed her, betrayed her, became friends with her captor and torturer. But he'd failed her before, when she was first taken. She always thought he'd be there for her, but she now saw his true colors. Her eyes closing to slits, she cast a sleeping spell on him and looked around her room.
Bouquets of flowers littered the room, some get well cards and a few gifts. She looked at the picture on the bedside table, a muggle picture of a child, a newborn with black hair. 'His.' She pushed the picture face down and turned to the suitcase at the foot of the bed. Hospital gowns weren't sufficient for walking around Muggle London and she knew that's what she needed, normal clothes. Making it return to his proper size, she pulled out appropriate clothes. 'Hmm, no shoes. Well, of course, people on the psyche ward don't need shoes, they're not leaving.' She thought with a sneer. Using Harry's wand again, she transfigured her slippers into a pair of ankle high boots. She pulled a cloak out of the bag and turned to look at Harry.
"Good-bye, Harry." She whispered and cast a glamour on herself, letting herself out of her room and down the hall past the receptionist. She waved at the girl and headed out of the hospital, out into freedom.
She had to get up, get out of here before she ended up in the nuthut with Lockhart. Finally sitting on the edge of the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief. With every movement of her body, she gained even more control. Hermione reached forward and with nimble, quick fingers, she pulled Harry's wand out of his robe pocket without waking him. Cocking her head to the side, she considered her oldest friend. He'd failed her, betrayed her, became friends with her captor and torturer. But he'd failed her before, when she was first taken. She always thought he'd be there for her, but she now saw his true colors. Her eyes closing to slits, she cast a sleeping spell on him and looked around her room.
Bouquets of flowers littered the room, some get well cards and a few gifts. She looked at the picture on the bedside table, a muggle picture of a child, a newborn with black hair. 'His.' She pushed the picture face down and turned to the suitcase at the foot of the bed. Hospital gowns weren't sufficient for walking around Muggle London and she knew that's what she needed, normal clothes. Making it return to his proper size, she pulled out appropriate clothes. 'Hmm, no shoes. Well, of course, people on the psyche ward don't need shoes, they're not leaving.' She thought with a sneer. Using Harry's wand again, she transfigured her slippers into a pair of ankle high boots. She pulled a cloak out of the bag and turned to look at Harry.
"Good-bye, Harry." She whispered and cast a glamour on herself, letting herself out of her room and down the hall past the receptionist. She waved at the girl and headed out of the hospital, out into freedom.