Hermione Granger and the Tactile Contact Theory
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Waiting
Chapter 13 Waiting
“She isn’t back, yet,” Professor Dumbledore said when Professor Snape and Hermione walked into the room.
“Not back yet? She should have been back almost an hour ago now,” Professor Snape said to the assembled.
“Yes. I know. But at least we don’t have to fear that she has died. Voldemort might have allowed her to stay at their meeting, and she is collecting information for us as we speak,” Professor Dumbledore replied.
“Or she might have been petrified and we’ll find her being fanned over here by the Death Eaters,” Harry said glumly.
“Don’t be so negative,” Hermione said. “Maybe everything is working out according to plan. We shall just have to wait for her and find out.”
“Hermione, you look different. Did you do something to your hair?” Ron asked.
Hermione blushed as she realized she hadn’t checked her hair after leaving the Room of Requirement. How could Severus not tell her that her hair was a mess? She’d just try to act like she had fixed it this way.
“Um, yes. Do you like it?” Hermione tried to sound convincing.
“Sorta of. Looks kinda, um,” Ron looked over at Harry and lowered his voice. “How do I tell her it looks sexy without saying the word ‘sexy’?”
Harry just shrugged his shoulders and looked out of the tower window watching for Moaning Myrtle’s floating specter. His mind was on his last encounter with Voldemort at the Ministry of Magic.
“Yeah. I like your hair,” Ron said with some annoyance, but it was more directed at Harry’s behavior that Hermione’s hair.
Severus couldn’t help but smirk at the expres on on Ron’s face. The boy knew something was going on but couldn’t put his finger on it. However, as Severus’ eyes swept the room, he was taken aback at what he saw on the Headmaster’s face. Professor Dumbledore knew exactly what was going on, but if he was angry about it, Severus couldn’t tell.
The company waited for another hour in silence. Moaning Myrtle still had yet to appear, and everyone was growing impatient.
“That’s it! We should go in there and find her. She’s obviously trapped or something,” Harry said suddenly.
“I have to say that I agree with you, Harry. However, if we go into the Forbidden Forest, we will need help. I will go to the Ministry of Magic and request the assistance of the Aruors,” Professor Dumbledore said as he stood up behind his desk.
“Headmaster, is that really necessary? After all, she is a ghost and thus her life is not in danger. Perhaps if we just wait until tomorrow for such extreme action,” Severus said anxiously.
It was just as Severus had feared. They would end up in the forest tonight. His vision was coming true. Was there no way to stop the inevitable? Would fate forever take away his chances at happiness?
“Just relax, Severus. We’ll leave this up to the Aurors,” Professor Dumbledore put his hand on Severus’ shoulder and leaned in close. “I won’t alloythiything to happen to any of the students.”
Severus could only shake his head in acknowledgement. The Header her had never steered this school wrong before. Severus knew that Professor Dumbledore had the best of intentions for everyone involved--including his treacherous Potions teacher who was sleeping with the smartest student in the school.
“Now Harry, Ron, Hermione. I know that you are anxious to find out what has happened to Myrtle. I will be back as soon as I can. You must try to stay in the school if at all possible,” Professor Dumbledore said as he walked to his fireplace and took a handful of floo powder from a dish on the mantle.
“You say that like we’re going to run into the forest as soon as you walk into that fireplace,” Ron said defiantly.
Professor Dumbledore only looked at the face of each student intently. Hermione felt sure that she saw grief in his eyes when they landed on her. Did the Headmaster know something that they didn’t?
“Ok, ok. I know you’re only going on past experience with us,” Ron said grumpily.
“We’ll do our best, Headmaster,” Harry said as he shot a look at Ron.
“I know you will…I know you will,” Professor Dumbledore said as he threw the floo powder into the burning fire.
“The Ministry of Magic!” teadmeadmaster said and stepped into the fire.
“She isn’t back, yet,” Professor Dumbledore said when Professor Snape and Hermione walked into the room.
“Not back yet? She should have been back almost an hour ago now,” Professor Snape said to the assembled.
“Yes. I know. But at least we don’t have to fear that she has died. Voldemort might have allowed her to stay at their meeting, and she is collecting information for us as we speak,” Professor Dumbledore replied.
“Or she might have been petrified and we’ll find her being fanned over here by the Death Eaters,” Harry said glumly.
“Don’t be so negative,” Hermione said. “Maybe everything is working out according to plan. We shall just have to wait for her and find out.”
“Hermione, you look different. Did you do something to your hair?” Ron asked.
Hermione blushed as she realized she hadn’t checked her hair after leaving the Room of Requirement. How could Severus not tell her that her hair was a mess? She’d just try to act like she had fixed it this way.
“Um, yes. Do you like it?” Hermione tried to sound convincing.
“Sorta of. Looks kinda, um,” Ron looked over at Harry and lowered his voice. “How do I tell her it looks sexy without saying the word ‘sexy’?”
Harry just shrugged his shoulders and looked out of the tower window watching for Moaning Myrtle’s floating specter. His mind was on his last encounter with Voldemort at the Ministry of Magic.
“Yeah. I like your hair,” Ron said with some annoyance, but it was more directed at Harry’s behavior that Hermione’s hair.
Severus couldn’t help but smirk at the expres on on Ron’s face. The boy knew something was going on but couldn’t put his finger on it. However, as Severus’ eyes swept the room, he was taken aback at what he saw on the Headmaster’s face. Professor Dumbledore knew exactly what was going on, but if he was angry about it, Severus couldn’t tell.
The company waited for another hour in silence. Moaning Myrtle still had yet to appear, and everyone was growing impatient.
“That’s it! We should go in there and find her. She’s obviously trapped or something,” Harry said suddenly.
“I have to say that I agree with you, Harry. However, if we go into the Forbidden Forest, we will need help. I will go to the Ministry of Magic and request the assistance of the Aruors,” Professor Dumbledore said as he stood up behind his desk.
“Headmaster, is that really necessary? After all, she is a ghost and thus her life is not in danger. Perhaps if we just wait until tomorrow for such extreme action,” Severus said anxiously.
It was just as Severus had feared. They would end up in the forest tonight. His vision was coming true. Was there no way to stop the inevitable? Would fate forever take away his chances at happiness?
“Just relax, Severus. We’ll leave this up to the Aurors,” Professor Dumbledore put his hand on Severus’ shoulder and leaned in close. “I won’t alloythiything to happen to any of the students.”
Severus could only shake his head in acknowledgement. The Header her had never steered this school wrong before. Severus knew that Professor Dumbledore had the best of intentions for everyone involved--including his treacherous Potions teacher who was sleeping with the smartest student in the school.
“Now Harry, Ron, Hermione. I know that you are anxious to find out what has happened to Myrtle. I will be back as soon as I can. You must try to stay in the school if at all possible,” Professor Dumbledore said as he walked to his fireplace and took a handful of floo powder from a dish on the mantle.
“You say that like we’re going to run into the forest as soon as you walk into that fireplace,” Ron said defiantly.
Professor Dumbledore only looked at the face of each student intently. Hermione felt sure that she saw grief in his eyes when they landed on her. Did the Headmaster know something that they didn’t?
“Ok, ok. I know you’re only going on past experience with us,” Ron said grumpily.
“We’ll do our best, Headmaster,” Harry said as he shot a look at Ron.
“I know you will…I know you will,” Professor Dumbledore said as he threw the floo powder into the burning fire.
“The Ministry of Magic!” teadmeadmaster said and stepped into the fire.