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Exhaustion
-- Coming close to teh end now, I can feel it in my bones! This chapter is a bit shorter than normal, but teh next one should be a REALLY long one! Enjoy.
--Dedicated to CT - you know who you are! As I was talking to you and typing this chapter! SP
Chapter Forty
“When it comes to knowing, the senses are more honest than the intelligence. Nothing is more real than the first wall you lean up against sobbing with exhaustion.” Elizabeth Bowen
***
“Where’s Dumbledore?” Hermione asked, two days later. She had just listened to the list of conditions Snape and Harry had agreed (all 58 of them) and had listened to their declaration of their feelings. Now they were lying side by side on their bed in the Room of Requirement, looking searchingly at her.
Madam Pomfrey bustled into the room. “Albus has had to leave Hogwarts, I’m afraid.” She ignored Hermione’s cry of “Now?” and went on, “Something very important, he said. But he said that you two should continue with the Bonding Ceremony without him.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “But he’s needed to cast the spells!” he burst out. “Now what do we do?”
“Actually,” Snape began, voice calm, “we never intended for Albus to cast the charms. Miss Granger, we would much prefer you to be our spellcaster.”
“Me?!” Hermione shrieked, one hand clutching wildly at her hair. “But I don’t know enough.”
Harry grinned at her. “Come on, ‘Mione,” he coaxed, “you’re the best witch in the school. And,” he went on, smiling still more broadly, “I bet you’ve thoroughly researched the spells, just cos you’re you.”
She blushed and looked awkward. “Well,” she began.
Ron shook his head. “Hermione! You are all together too interested in stuff!”
“It’s a good job I am, Ronald!” she snapped suddenly, “Otherwise, how would Harry and Snape Bond?”
The two men lay quietly on the bed, holding hands. They had spent an enjoyable (and tiring) two days alone, thinking about the conditions of their Bond, and, in the process, considering their relationship. They could afford to let the other two argue around them, after all, they knew that Hermione would agree.
After nearly ten minutes of Ron telling Hermione she was mad to think of doing it, and ten minutes of Hermione glowering at Ron and telling him off for doubting her, she turned to their bed.
“I’ll do it.” She declared, eyes blazing a little at Ron.
***
Three exhausting hours later, Hermione let her wand arm fall. The two men were surrounded by a purple haze of spells and charms. There was a thick concentration of colour over their hearts.
They lay still, eyes closed, hands still entwined. They appeared to be asleep, but were actually unconscious, allowing time for the magic to steep into skin, bone, flesh, and soul.
Hermione swayed, suddenly white, and Ron caught her. Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips. “They should never have asked so much of you,”
She led the way to the Hospital Wing, Ron muttering darkly under his breath about “Stupid girls, trying to do too much.”
It was a sign of how tired Hermione was that she didn’t moan at him about his comments.
***
In the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey got Hermione changed and into bed, Ron hovering outside the curtain, like a protective guard dog.
The medi-witch bustled away to fetch some potions, and Ron settled in the closest chair.
“Are you all right?” he asked gently. He had swallowed his anger for the time being, focusing instead on ensuring her well being.
The girl smiled wearily at him. She was pale, and there were dark rings around her brown eyes. “Sorry,” she offered, yawning. “Are they all right?”
Ron nodded, throat working. He was horrified at how worn Hermione looked. His anger at the two men flared, but he suppressed it ruthlessly. Hermione was his concern now. He smoothed the sheet covering her.
“I’m sure they’ll be fine. They’re safe here, after all, aren’t they?”
A muffled thump and a louder crash sounded from somewhere far below. A few seconds later, the floor trembled.
“What the?” Ron asked, terrified.
--Dedicated to CT - you know who you are! As I was talking to you and typing this chapter! SP
Chapter Forty
“When it comes to knowing, the senses are more honest than the intelligence. Nothing is more real than the first wall you lean up against sobbing with exhaustion.” Elizabeth Bowen
***
“Where’s Dumbledore?” Hermione asked, two days later. She had just listened to the list of conditions Snape and Harry had agreed (all 58 of them) and had listened to their declaration of their feelings. Now they were lying side by side on their bed in the Room of Requirement, looking searchingly at her.
Madam Pomfrey bustled into the room. “Albus has had to leave Hogwarts, I’m afraid.” She ignored Hermione’s cry of “Now?” and went on, “Something very important, he said. But he said that you two should continue with the Bonding Ceremony without him.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “But he’s needed to cast the spells!” he burst out. “Now what do we do?”
“Actually,” Snape began, voice calm, “we never intended for Albus to cast the charms. Miss Granger, we would much prefer you to be our spellcaster.”
“Me?!” Hermione shrieked, one hand clutching wildly at her hair. “But I don’t know enough.”
Harry grinned at her. “Come on, ‘Mione,” he coaxed, “you’re the best witch in the school. And,” he went on, smiling still more broadly, “I bet you’ve thoroughly researched the spells, just cos you’re you.”
She blushed and looked awkward. “Well,” she began.
Ron shook his head. “Hermione! You are all together too interested in stuff!”
“It’s a good job I am, Ronald!” she snapped suddenly, “Otherwise, how would Harry and Snape Bond?”
The two men lay quietly on the bed, holding hands. They had spent an enjoyable (and tiring) two days alone, thinking about the conditions of their Bond, and, in the process, considering their relationship. They could afford to let the other two argue around them, after all, they knew that Hermione would agree.
After nearly ten minutes of Ron telling Hermione she was mad to think of doing it, and ten minutes of Hermione glowering at Ron and telling him off for doubting her, she turned to their bed.
“I’ll do it.” She declared, eyes blazing a little at Ron.
***
Three exhausting hours later, Hermione let her wand arm fall. The two men were surrounded by a purple haze of spells and charms. There was a thick concentration of colour over their hearts.
They lay still, eyes closed, hands still entwined. They appeared to be asleep, but were actually unconscious, allowing time for the magic to steep into skin, bone, flesh, and soul.
Hermione swayed, suddenly white, and Ron caught her. Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips. “They should never have asked so much of you,”
She led the way to the Hospital Wing, Ron muttering darkly under his breath about “Stupid girls, trying to do too much.”
It was a sign of how tired Hermione was that she didn’t moan at him about his comments.
***
In the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey got Hermione changed and into bed, Ron hovering outside the curtain, like a protective guard dog.
The medi-witch bustled away to fetch some potions, and Ron settled in the closest chair.
“Are you all right?” he asked gently. He had swallowed his anger for the time being, focusing instead on ensuring her well being.
The girl smiled wearily at him. She was pale, and there were dark rings around her brown eyes. “Sorry,” she offered, yawning. “Are they all right?”
Ron nodded, throat working. He was horrified at how worn Hermione looked. His anger at the two men flared, but he suppressed it ruthlessly. Hermione was his concern now. He smoothed the sheet covering her.
“I’m sure they’ll be fine. They’re safe here, after all, aren’t they?”
A muffled thump and a louder crash sounded from somewhere far below. A few seconds later, the floor trembled.
“What the?” Ron asked, terrified.