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One: Not Nuts
A/N: Well,I want to thank you all for your review all my love to you and well here's next chapter to this story (my others storys will be updated soon, I pinkie swear!) LoL, enjoy.
*Disclaimer: I lowly being do NOT own any characters,JK Rowling (should be the Ruler of the world) is the mastermind behind this magnificent creatures, I do not make profit from this, just the fun of writing and playing around with them*
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One: Not Nuts
“...she’s waking up!” exclaimed a voice and It boomed inside my head like if someone was hammering , I groaned and tried to sit up, my eyes were fogged and before I could blinked it off, someone was besides me
“How are you feeling ‘Mione?”
“Don’t shout!” I croaked like a frog and rub my unfocused eyes “my head hurts”
“Well don’t stand there Ronald go get the healer”
“Gin?” I asked as a response she just grabbed my hand and squeeze it a little
“You scared us 'Mione, a great deal” she said her voice was lower than a minute ago and my vision wasn’t blurry anymore
I took in my surroundings this was not my house, everything was white, I had a magical I.V. and replenishment serum connected in my arms and besides that I had a bandage around my head so it was pretty much clear.
“G’day Miss Granger, Miss Weasley” came the voice from the doorway, the thick Australian accent making the way to my ears “how you feeling today? What’s the last thing you remember?”
I groaned as I closed my eyes, trying hard to remember “Um, I slipped getting out of the bathtub”
“Anything else?” he asked
“Who are you?” I didn’t mean to be rude, but I surely did not know him
He chuckled “I’m Sorry, I’m healer Broker, Dylan Broker, and I’m new here in St. Mungos” he presented himself and smiled at me “so tell me Miss Granger do you remember anything else?”
“No, I don’t remember anything else?” of course I remember another thing but it was just a hallucination “how long have I been out?”
“Almost two days” Ginny answer that
“Now, now Granger you are not telling the truth” came the snicker, from my right side, my eyes widen and my face paled, It can’t be real, he’s bloody dead
“You are dead, go away!” I hissed without looking at him because he was just a fidget of my imagination.
“’Mione lay down” I looked at Ginny’s eyes and I saw fright and concern
“But he’s there Gin, on the other side of the room, look at him” I sound desperate and Ginny did as I told her so did the healer
“Miss Granger, calm down, there’s nobody here except us”
“No, he’s there I know I can hear him why can’t you?”
“Who’s in here, ‘Mione?”
“Him, Malfoy, Draco Malfoy” I sentenced pointing at where Malfoy’s voice came from
“We should let her sleep, I’ll give her dreamless sleeping potion so she will rest” I heard Healer Broker whisper to Ginny who looked at me with unshed tears and nodded to the healer
“Gin? Ginny? Why you look at me like that, I’m not crazy” I shouted
“Maybe is because the contusion, the swelling had subside but the side effects are manifesting now” he said talking to Ginny more than me, I’m the bloody patient
“Oi Granger, you are Loony”
“Shut up! And go away!” I shouted at Malfoy without looking his way, but somehow I knew he was there, still.
“What’s going on here?” It was Ron’s voice as he entered the room “why is she shouting?”
“Side effects” Reply Ginny
“I’m not making this up!”
“No one believes you bookworm”
“Leave me alone Ferret!” I snapped and whipped my head his way, but he wasn’t there anymore and I saw medi-witches and wizards coming into the room to restrain me and that they did. Restrain me like a mad person so I wouldn’t hurt myself and sedate me, I saw them one last time a tear rolling down my cheek as I fell into oblivion.
Well it was quite the shock that the only person able to see me or hear me was Hermione Bloody Granger, I got into her house after she got that hairy ball she calls cat out,who actually hissed my way, wonder why? She went up the stairs and followed after she was out of sight.
I would have really enjoy she breaking her skull any other day but today I watched from afar how she tried to get up, would she ever give up?, finally she saw to give up only to whine about the way she was going to die quite ironic if you ask me, I just couldn’t resist to do it and taunt her about being dramatic about the fall after all that bush that she have for hair should cushion the fall her big brown eyes closed, she’ll wake up in a couple of hours, maybe. I heard something making huge noise and jumped back
“Bloody hell” I covered my ears and cornered myself against the wall, soon after the noise stopped I heard the roaring of the fireplace
“’Mione? ‘Mione are you there?” It was the weasel’s voice “I’m coming through!” right after the fire roared again and footsteps coming up the stairs, he went to another door first and knocked “Hermione?” he opened the door just to find, no one there and you know what the fucker said “I really need to use the loo”
Idiot, I could have bet that he would shit his pants and as looked down he almost did “Holy Shit!” he got pale then he redden all over just to remember that gets me hysterical with laughter.
He kneeled and whimper, she looked fragile like a broken doll laying there still he went to cradle her in his hands but he was shaking so bad he wasn’t able to. The weasel end up sending a signal with a message, the roaring of the fireplace and people pouring like rain. It was the she-weasel and saint Potter who handle the situation and that’s how we end up in St. Mungos.
It was so cool how she fought to be believed to convinced others that I was there and how her so called boyfriend stood there saying that It was because all the stuff she load herself with.
Now I’m the only one in the room and she has awaken a few minutes ago, she can’t move and she sobs, quietly but she does, in some kind of twisted way its fascinating to watch the strongest of the golden trio break like a twig because I’ve never had the satisfaction of seeing her cry in our school years no matter how hard I tried to put her down where she belong but all in vain, now it took her to fall, my face and her friends no believing in her to break her down.
“I know you are there, just go away” she croaked and I smirked always the know it all “Malfoy will you leave me alone?”
“You are the loon talking to a dead person” after that I fell silent so did she
That afternoon she was released under the custody of her best friend saint Potter, who apologized dearly about being unable to visit, the went to eat and then to her house
“Are you sure ‘Mione? I mean Ginny won’t mind if I stay over”
“I sure Harry, thank you for getting me out of there”
“Stop overloading yourself with work Hermione” he looked worried; you are not the saviour of the whole fucking world Potter, Shove it up your arse!
They had sat on a couch and Potter handed her a cup with hot chocolate, she glared at him ‘Crap and here I thought I’ll never see the day’
“This has nothing to do with work Harry” she said trying to keep her emotions in control “I know what I saw-“
“But we know that-“she cut him off just like he had done
“You know better than anyone how those it hurt not to be believed, I know he is dead but he was here and at St. Mungos too!” she was frustrated trying to explain to the roasted peanut brain in front of her as she had done for the hundredth time that day.
Potter blushed “I’m sorry ‘Mione”
They were quiet for several minutes, sipping the warm chocolate “this is good cocoa Harry” What a way to drop a subject
Potter shrugged “It has always relax me” she scooted closer to him and Potter draped his arm around her, she just took the embrace and laid her head on his chest.
“What a view Granger!” I couldn’t help it, I needed to ruin the ‘So-cute-I-want-hurl’ moment “What would the She-weasel say?”
She snapped her head up, her eyes wide and of course The-Man-Who-Just-Won’t-Bloody-Die! Notice “What is it ‘Mione?”
She glared in general direction and schooled her features “Nothing Harry, I just remember one of my journalism deadlines is this week” Such LIE! And she fucking pulled it off.
“You shouldn’t work, you know” she looked up to him, jaw clenched and he looked down at her and blush, I wonder if the weaselette talk dirty to him he blushed like that, urgh! “Just until you feel better I mean”
“I need to keep my mind occupied Harry, I appreciate your concern” they hugged and Potter stood to leave, before stepping into the flames he flashed a smile at her
“Just take care, will you?”
“Of course Harry, you do the same” with this he disappeared
“Good Riddance!” I said
“Go to hell Malfoy!” she said and flipped me the bird, walking up the stairs
So rude, I smirked but I was curious because not once she had looked my way, why? I followed her upstairs and went to her room, totally unexpected because all the décor was in creams, soft wine red and olive green, the bed enough for three was located in the middle of the room at its right was a chest of drawers and a bureau, and in the far end the closet, to the left a small sofa and little bookshelf, besides the sofa a small table with a lamp over it, pretty cosy and not overly feminine. But she wasn’t here so I left the room, slamming the door on my way out.
Just after this I realize that I felt tired, not I want to sleep tired but well you get the damn picture and if you don’t well you are VERY fucking dumb.
I went to my library, my study, my sanctuary and sat down, and sighed loudly, this was my place to meditate, between my books and workload, being a journalist gives thrills of adrenaline, I’ve only just experienced through my Hogwarts years (through the war) and through journalism I still get it, in small doses so I become addictive to work more than ever, pushing my love ones out of my bubble. I investigate study and dig for the truth like no one has ever does (so they say) and it has come to this.
I pick up the newspapers and the folders within that innocent brown folder are some of the most brutal things I’ve seen over the years, it wasn’t a killing, it was slaughtering, it was a horror movie scene come to live and now it seems that the protagonist....
'Wanker' I thought after I heard the door slamming against its frame, fucking stupid prat that won’t leave me alone, not even in death. The sound made me jump slightly and made my heart beat thrice as fast, blood pumping through my veins rapidly and my hands were over my heart out of instinct. And I got out of there noticing I was tired and in the morning I needed to report my work.
I slumped on my bed and left my mind wonder over lots of things, my job as my priority, my friends and that case...I blinked and before I knew, Morpheus has washed over me.
“GRANGER!” I heard my clock calling me (it is charmed to work as an alarm clock), I jumped out of bed and rushed to my washroom, after a quick shower, brushing my teeth and redressing, I ran downstairs and stampeding into my kitchen to fix myself with a piece of bread and a slice of cheese and my coffee, eating only the half of it and gulping my coffee as fast as humanly possible, I summoned my work and ran into the fireplace. Shouting “Daily Prophet!” and disappearing through the fire and flames.
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*Disclaimer: I lowly being do NOT own any characters,JK Rowling (should be the Ruler of the world) is the mastermind behind this magnificent creatures, I do not make profit from this, just the fun of writing and playing around with them*
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One: Not Nuts
“...she’s waking up!” exclaimed a voice and It boomed inside my head like if someone was hammering , I groaned and tried to sit up, my eyes were fogged and before I could blinked it off, someone was besides me
“How are you feeling ‘Mione?”
“Don’t shout!” I croaked like a frog and rub my unfocused eyes “my head hurts”
“Well don’t stand there Ronald go get the healer”
“Gin?” I asked as a response she just grabbed my hand and squeeze it a little
“You scared us 'Mione, a great deal” she said her voice was lower than a minute ago and my vision wasn’t blurry anymore
I took in my surroundings this was not my house, everything was white, I had a magical I.V. and replenishment serum connected in my arms and besides that I had a bandage around my head so it was pretty much clear.
“G’day Miss Granger, Miss Weasley” came the voice from the doorway, the thick Australian accent making the way to my ears “how you feeling today? What’s the last thing you remember?”
I groaned as I closed my eyes, trying hard to remember “Um, I slipped getting out of the bathtub”
“Anything else?” he asked
“Who are you?” I didn’t mean to be rude, but I surely did not know him
He chuckled “I’m Sorry, I’m healer Broker, Dylan Broker, and I’m new here in St. Mungos” he presented himself and smiled at me “so tell me Miss Granger do you remember anything else?”
“No, I don’t remember anything else?” of course I remember another thing but it was just a hallucination “how long have I been out?”
“Almost two days” Ginny answer that
“Now, now Granger you are not telling the truth” came the snicker, from my right side, my eyes widen and my face paled, It can’t be real, he’s bloody dead
“You are dead, go away!” I hissed without looking at him because he was just a fidget of my imagination.
“’Mione lay down” I looked at Ginny’s eyes and I saw fright and concern
“But he’s there Gin, on the other side of the room, look at him” I sound desperate and Ginny did as I told her so did the healer
“Miss Granger, calm down, there’s nobody here except us”
“No, he’s there I know I can hear him why can’t you?”
“Who’s in here, ‘Mione?”
“Him, Malfoy, Draco Malfoy” I sentenced pointing at where Malfoy’s voice came from
“We should let her sleep, I’ll give her dreamless sleeping potion so she will rest” I heard Healer Broker whisper to Ginny who looked at me with unshed tears and nodded to the healer
“Gin? Ginny? Why you look at me like that, I’m not crazy” I shouted
“Maybe is because the contusion, the swelling had subside but the side effects are manifesting now” he said talking to Ginny more than me, I’m the bloody patient
“Oi Granger, you are Loony”
“Shut up! And go away!” I shouted at Malfoy without looking his way, but somehow I knew he was there, still.
“What’s going on here?” It was Ron’s voice as he entered the room “why is she shouting?”
“Side effects” Reply Ginny
“I’m not making this up!”
“No one believes you bookworm”
“Leave me alone Ferret!” I snapped and whipped my head his way, but he wasn’t there anymore and I saw medi-witches and wizards coming into the room to restrain me and that they did. Restrain me like a mad person so I wouldn’t hurt myself and sedate me, I saw them one last time a tear rolling down my cheek as I fell into oblivion.
Well it was quite the shock that the only person able to see me or hear me was Hermione Bloody Granger, I got into her house after she got that hairy ball she calls cat out,who actually hissed my way, wonder why? She went up the stairs and followed after she was out of sight.
I would have really enjoy she breaking her skull any other day but today I watched from afar how she tried to get up, would she ever give up?, finally she saw to give up only to whine about the way she was going to die quite ironic if you ask me, I just couldn’t resist to do it and taunt her about being dramatic about the fall after all that bush that she have for hair should cushion the fall her big brown eyes closed, she’ll wake up in a couple of hours, maybe. I heard something making huge noise and jumped back
“Bloody hell” I covered my ears and cornered myself against the wall, soon after the noise stopped I heard the roaring of the fireplace
“’Mione? ‘Mione are you there?” It was the weasel’s voice “I’m coming through!” right after the fire roared again and footsteps coming up the stairs, he went to another door first and knocked “Hermione?” he opened the door just to find, no one there and you know what the fucker said “I really need to use the loo”
Idiot, I could have bet that he would shit his pants and as looked down he almost did “Holy Shit!” he got pale then he redden all over just to remember that gets me hysterical with laughter.
He kneeled and whimper, she looked fragile like a broken doll laying there still he went to cradle her in his hands but he was shaking so bad he wasn’t able to. The weasel end up sending a signal with a message, the roaring of the fireplace and people pouring like rain. It was the she-weasel and saint Potter who handle the situation and that’s how we end up in St. Mungos.
It was so cool how she fought to be believed to convinced others that I was there and how her so called boyfriend stood there saying that It was because all the stuff she load herself with.
Now I’m the only one in the room and she has awaken a few minutes ago, she can’t move and she sobs, quietly but she does, in some kind of twisted way its fascinating to watch the strongest of the golden trio break like a twig because I’ve never had the satisfaction of seeing her cry in our school years no matter how hard I tried to put her down where she belong but all in vain, now it took her to fall, my face and her friends no believing in her to break her down.
“I know you are there, just go away” she croaked and I smirked always the know it all “Malfoy will you leave me alone?”
“You are the loon talking to a dead person” after that I fell silent so did she
That afternoon she was released under the custody of her best friend saint Potter, who apologized dearly about being unable to visit, the went to eat and then to her house
“Are you sure ‘Mione? I mean Ginny won’t mind if I stay over”
“I sure Harry, thank you for getting me out of there”
“Stop overloading yourself with work Hermione” he looked worried; you are not the saviour of the whole fucking world Potter, Shove it up your arse!
They had sat on a couch and Potter handed her a cup with hot chocolate, she glared at him ‘Crap and here I thought I’ll never see the day’
“This has nothing to do with work Harry” she said trying to keep her emotions in control “I know what I saw-“
“But we know that-“she cut him off just like he had done
“You know better than anyone how those it hurt not to be believed, I know he is dead but he was here and at St. Mungos too!” she was frustrated trying to explain to the roasted peanut brain in front of her as she had done for the hundredth time that day.
Potter blushed “I’m sorry ‘Mione”
They were quiet for several minutes, sipping the warm chocolate “this is good cocoa Harry” What a way to drop a subject
Potter shrugged “It has always relax me” she scooted closer to him and Potter draped his arm around her, she just took the embrace and laid her head on his chest.
“What a view Granger!” I couldn’t help it, I needed to ruin the ‘So-cute-I-want-hurl’ moment “What would the She-weasel say?”
She snapped her head up, her eyes wide and of course The-Man-Who-Just-Won’t-Bloody-Die! Notice “What is it ‘Mione?”
She glared in general direction and schooled her features “Nothing Harry, I just remember one of my journalism deadlines is this week” Such LIE! And she fucking pulled it off.
“You shouldn’t work, you know” she looked up to him, jaw clenched and he looked down at her and blush, I wonder if the weaselette talk dirty to him he blushed like that, urgh! “Just until you feel better I mean”
“I need to keep my mind occupied Harry, I appreciate your concern” they hugged and Potter stood to leave, before stepping into the flames he flashed a smile at her
“Just take care, will you?”
“Of course Harry, you do the same” with this he disappeared
“Good Riddance!” I said
“Go to hell Malfoy!” she said and flipped me the bird, walking up the stairs
So rude, I smirked but I was curious because not once she had looked my way, why? I followed her upstairs and went to her room, totally unexpected because all the décor was in creams, soft wine red and olive green, the bed enough for three was located in the middle of the room at its right was a chest of drawers and a bureau, and in the far end the closet, to the left a small sofa and little bookshelf, besides the sofa a small table with a lamp over it, pretty cosy and not overly feminine. But she wasn’t here so I left the room, slamming the door on my way out.
Just after this I realize that I felt tired, not I want to sleep tired but well you get the damn picture and if you don’t well you are VERY fucking dumb.
I went to my library, my study, my sanctuary and sat down, and sighed loudly, this was my place to meditate, between my books and workload, being a journalist gives thrills of adrenaline, I’ve only just experienced through my Hogwarts years (through the war) and through journalism I still get it, in small doses so I become addictive to work more than ever, pushing my love ones out of my bubble. I investigate study and dig for the truth like no one has ever does (so they say) and it has come to this.
I pick up the newspapers and the folders within that innocent brown folder are some of the most brutal things I’ve seen over the years, it wasn’t a killing, it was slaughtering, it was a horror movie scene come to live and now it seems that the protagonist....
'Wanker' I thought after I heard the door slamming against its frame, fucking stupid prat that won’t leave me alone, not even in death. The sound made me jump slightly and made my heart beat thrice as fast, blood pumping through my veins rapidly and my hands were over my heart out of instinct. And I got out of there noticing I was tired and in the morning I needed to report my work.
I slumped on my bed and left my mind wonder over lots of things, my job as my priority, my friends and that case...I blinked and before I knew, Morpheus has washed over me.
“GRANGER!” I heard my clock calling me (it is charmed to work as an alarm clock), I jumped out of bed and rushed to my washroom, after a quick shower, brushing my teeth and redressing, I ran downstairs and stampeding into my kitchen to fix myself with a piece of bread and a slice of cheese and my coffee, eating only the half of it and gulping my coffee as fast as humanly possible, I summoned my work and ran into the fireplace. Shouting “Daily Prophet!” and disappearing through the fire and flames.
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Well you know the drill, read an review
and if ou like it let me know and if you don't, let me know too
I love suggestions so you can let me your suggestions too.
Love
Lola