Rating:
PG-13
House:
The Dark Arts
Characters:
Harry Potter Hermione Granger Ron Weasley
Genres:
Humor Romance
Era:
Multiple Eras
Spoilers:
Order of the Phoenix
Stats:
Published: 08/27/2004
Updated: 08/31/2004
Words: 3,198
Chapters: 3
Hits: 792

Forever Gone

Misstress_Malfoy

Story Summary:
It's here, seventh year has finally arrived for our favourite trio. What new surprises will arrive for our friends at Hogwarts this year?

Chapter 02

Posted:
08/31/2004
Hits:
270
Author's Note:
I would like to thank my Beta Andrea LeBlanc who edits and corrects my fan fics aswell as wrote the prologue for this fic.


Chapter 2

"HOLY FUCK!" were the last words out of Hermione's mouth as she passed out on the floor.

Both Ron and Seamus fell off the bed. Neither had noticed Hermione until she shouted. "Holy crap, Ron. I didn't even see her come in." Seamus quickly pulled some track pants on and rushed over to Hermione.

"Hasn't she heard of knocking? What a nosy little snoop she is!" Despite the fact that Ron was angry at Hermione's disregard for knocking and finding out his secret, he had an obligation to her.

"Let's get her to Madame Pomfrey then, shall we?" Ron and Seamus picked Hermione up and carried her off to the Hospital Wing.

"What is going on? What has happened to Professor Granger?" Madame Pomfrey snapped, rushing to Hermione's side. "Explain yourselves! The both of you!" Madame Pomfrey whirled on her heel to face the two shirtless boys.

"It is not what you think, Madame!" Ron spluttered.

"No, nothing what you think. She walked into our dorm while we were changing. She fainted in the doorway," Seamus added quickly, before Ron could get them into any trouble.

"Very well, then. You may leave. The memory shall be removed, and I shall notify Professor Granger on the politeness of a knock." Madame Pomfrey shooed the boys from the Hospital Wing so that she could work.

"So do you suppose Hermione will ever remember walking in on us fooling around?" Seamus pondered the question aloud to his boyfriend Ron.

"I don't think so Seamus. Madame Pomfrey is a very skilled obliterator I assure you." Ron tucked a hand into the back of Seamus's pants as they headed back up to the tower.

Hermione woke very early the next morning to blinding white. "Where am I?" she asked.

"In the Hospital Wing, Professor. You had a bit of an accident last night. Nothing to worry about, but I'll just give you a quick once-over, and then down to breakfast with you," came the reply of kind old Madame Pomfrey.

"Oh? I was in an accident?" Hermione was confused, but sat still as Madame Pomfrey looked her over.

"Well, nothing wrong now, so I suppose you can be going down to breakfast."

"Thank you, Poppy." Hermione hopped off the bed and walked to the door.

"Oh, and dear, make sure to always knock first, hmm?" Madame Pomfrey added as Hermione headed out the door.

Hermione headed down to breakfast, feeling very confused. "Why did she tell me to remember to knock, I wonder?" she said, not realizing that she was speaking aloud.

"Talking to yourself, Granger? Not a good sign for a teacher, you know." Malfoy's voice rang in Hermione's ear.

"Mr. Malfoy, ten points from Slytherin for rudeness," Hermione snapped in a satisfied tone at the blonde.

"You can't do that! You're not a real teacher! You're a fraud!!!" Malfoy sneered.

"Shall it be an even 20 this time, Mr. Malfoy? I can and I will take points for your nasty little comments. Now run along like a good little boy." Hermione spun on her heel and entered the Great Hall.

"Who the fuck does she think she is?" Malfoy roared as he sat down at the Slytherin table with Pansy.

"What's wrong Dracey? Is that nasty little prissy Granger bothering you again?" Pansy simpered at Malfoy's elbow.

"You don't know the half of it. Just before I came in, she took 10 points for me telling her the truth. Unbelievable, it is so not my fault she is ugly and nasty smelling," Malfoy growled as he brutally pulverized his sausages.

"Now, Mr. Malfoy, one must always be polite to a teacher, no matter how arrogant she may think she is," Professor Snape whispered silkily to Malfoy, causing the boy to jump. His sudden movement sent sausage bits flying into Crabbe's face.

Ginny removed her arms from around Harry's neck long enough to look at her watch. "Oh my! We're late for class, Harry!"

Harry groaned, stuffed things into his bag, and straightened out his uniform. "I suppose this means breakfast then, doesn't it?"

Ginny swatted Harry across his nose. "There are way more important things than food. Like classes!"

Ginny turned and ran off to her first period Charms class, while Harry took off for Defense Against The Dark Arts, and Hermione's first class of the year.


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