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Hermione peeked at Harry when she heard his words. The girl almost expected to be teased or asked about it. But when he spoke she smiled even. [b "Maybe I can help there. You know give you a better chance."] Oh dear she had not meant to say that but she had. As horrid as the medicine had been it truly did wonders.
Her parents actually didn't know EVERY time she got into trouble it was because she was helping Harry. The girl had just left it as there were some mysteries around and she wanted to figure it out. She had even told them how he had saved her quite a few times. So really they didn't hate him but just were more curious of who the boy that their daughter seemed so fond on. Though, Hermione did not see this a good time to mention all of that. She actually figured when he saw how hopeless she could be in romance and such he would run.
[b "It's actually helped a lot...I can't feel it anymore at all.. Well I actually can't feel."] She admitted with a soft yawn. It was so relaxing and did have the girl almost tired. Okay it had her giving into the exhaustion she had been fighting. [b "And you..how do you feel?"]
He grinned at her blush. [b "So I have a year to make him like me?"] he teased, feeling a little more loose-lipped under the relaxation of the drug. [b "Challenge accepted."]
Harry hadn't had much of an opportunity to speak with her parents, other than quick greetings on the train platform every September and June. Hermione had never given her parents a reason not to trust her, but he was essentially a stranger to them. Not to mention, he was the reason their daughter was in danger almost every other month. Harry couldn't help but doubt that he would be an ideal choice for a boyfriend, in her father's eyes.
[i Don't get ahead of yourself, Potter], he scolded himself. It was a bit early to be throwing around labels like that. Besides, they hadn't even gone on a date. So far it was just bashful flirting. She might change her mind when she would inevitably find out how utterly pathetic he was at the whole romance thing.
He'd lost feeling in his feet, and the magic was slowly working its way up his legs to his abdomen. He wouldn't be surprised if he ended up falling asleep under the relaxing magic. [b "Are you starting to feel any better?"] he asked her after a small stretch of comfortable silence.
Hermione watched the boy to make sure he actually drank the foul liquid after clanking the bottle to the glass she had in hand. As soon as he put it to his lips, the girl did the same and TRIED to down it like she had been told. But of course she hadn't quite managed it and was gagging a bit. Harry had been right and it was just horrid! A bitter yet sweet taste that SHOULD NOT have even been a thing and it burned her throat all the way down.
When she had managed to stop with the gagging, the girl was leaned against the pillows and had moved one from behind her and moved it towards him. Hermione was still watching Harry and gave a small smile when he said what it would be like. [b "Floating and numb sounds nice..."] The words slipped her lips before she could stop them and she leaned back, thankful when she could no longer feel the aching in her muscles.
His words caught her and she could not help laughing. [b "Deal.. I don't want my dad to want to kill you or to think we've done anything. Technically I'm not supposed to date until I'm sixteen.."] And as soon as ahe said that, Hermione blushed a dark red and hid her face. Internally she was screaming at her admission.
He tried to scowl at her, but his grin tugged at his lips. [b "I thought I was going to get away with it,"] he looked to the bottle.
With no other glass available, he lifted the whole thing to his lips. [b "Cheers,"] he clinked the glass against hers.
It was just as awful as he remembered. Not sweet, but not tart either. An in-between balance of horrid flavours that had no right to exist. Harry's face scrunched as he forced himself to swallow the foul liquid. It burned all the way down into his stomach, where he swore he could feel it curdling. [b "Not quite champagne, is it?"] he coughed.
He slid his shoes off and moved to sit back against one of the bed posts at the foot of the mattress, facing her. [b "It won't make you tired, but it'll numb your body. Kind of feels like floating at first,"] he explained. [b "It's a peaceful feeling."]
Resting his head back, he closed his eyes and waited for the medicine to take hold. One hand reached out to rest on Hermione's shin, needing some kind of contact to prove to himself that she's still there, and Umbridge hadn't taken her away permanently. [b "Remind me to never tell your parents that we've hung out on my bed together,"] he cracked an eye open to look at her. [b "I'd rather your father didn't kill me."]
Somehow hearing Madam Pomfrey to be so very outspoken when it came to Umbridge. The way the woman had acted when they had gone to her should have been full telling. [b "That honestly doesn't shock me that she is very vocal about it. I mean look how she had behaved when we had showed her our hands at first.."] The girl muttered and gave a pout when he has gently taken her hand and led her back to his bed. Honestly staying still when her mind was buzzing was never an easy thing for her to do.
But she was good and did sit again, dark brown eyes locking on the boy. She was silent as she listened to the rest of what he had seen and heard. The faintest of smiles did trace her lips. [b "Then it sounds like we may have a couple of people on oir side...I'm not saying to tell them right out..but if they find out I think they will keep the secret."] Her words were thoughtful, though her gaze was questioning as if asking if it made sense.
As soon as the blue liquid was poured into the water glass, Hermione looked up at him. It smelled absolutely awful and his words had not made it any more appealing. And she really was horrid when it came to shots or "downing" things. She had tried at one of her parents' parties once and had choked on it. A faint smile did however cross her lips. The boy was stubborn and she knew it and she also knew what she was going to do was a dirty trick. Even if he seemed mostly fine, the girl figured he was in at least some pain. [b "I'll drink if you do too.."] She finally said, keeping her gaze locked on Harry.
[b "Madam Pomfrey is in the middle of lecturing McGonnagal,"] he skipped the greeting as he dropped his cloak to the floor. [b "They walked in while I was leaving. Pomfrey is more pissed than I've ever seen her."]
Harry then noticed she was out of bed. [b "Should have known you wouldn't sit still,"] he gently took her hand to lead her back to the bed.
Placing the blue bottle on his bedside table, Harry pulled the blanket back and motioned for her to scoot back into place against his pillows. He gave them an extra fluff once more before she sat back. [b "Anyways, like I was saying, Madam Pomfrey might be the most outspoken staff member in terms of hating Umbridge. I don't think this is the first time she's ranted about her to the professor."]
Uncorking the bottle, he slowly poured some of the florescent liquid into his water glass. It was potent enough to sting his nostrils. [b "Alright, in my experience, the best way to do this is just throw it down the hatch. Don't hesitate, or you'll choke on it. It'll burn more than firewhisky,"] he warned, holding out the glass.
He didn't envy her for having to drink it. His pain from that morning had been fading slowly throughout the day and was now just an ache in his bones. He was willing to stick it out without drinking any pain medicine. Hermione, however, was still fresh from detention and in serious need of some relief.
[b "Harry, please be careful.."] Hermione whispered, her cheeks becoming a dark red from the kiss to her temple. Was everyone right and she was just blind? No..he was her best friend and they cared for the ither A LOT. Or at least that was what she had to tell herself, though she knew for her those feelings ran so much deeper.
A sigh eacaped the girl as she leaned back against the pillows that he had propped up for her. Now that she was not around the boy, Hermione could not help the tears that fell or stop the fact that she felt it all. The woman was mad and yet they could not do anything. If she did, Harry would be the one to suffer. But they could still raise the awareness of their fellow students and help them. That in itself had NOTHING to do with Umbridge though she knew it would be breaking so many school rules. At this rate, they had no choice. The times were mad and they all needed to know what they were getting into.
Her mind as always was racing and she was not entirely relaxing either. It was when she heard the steps on the stairs and coming up did the girl force herself up. [b "Harry?"] Hermione asked when as she did open the door. She didn't know why but she had a feeling still so much more was off than they had even expected for there to be. And slowly did she move to the side to let the boy in, even if she could not see him due to the cloak.
Harry couldn't help but smile softly at her. [b "Then I should probably stop giving you reasons to worry about me."]
Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her temple and then rose from the bed. [b "I'll be back soon."]
Under the protection of the invisibility cloak, he hurried through the corridors. Having been a frequent visitor to the Hospital Wing, he knew exactly where to look for the pain relief potion. Luckily enough, Madam Pomfrey appeared to be down at dinner with everyone else. The large cabinet was locked, but a quick charm did the trick and opened it for him.
Spotting the Skele-Grow potion, he nearly gagged at the memory of having to choke it down in second year. Reaching past it to grab the familiar blue bottle, he slipped it under the cloak with him. He was turning to head for the door when approaching footsteps made him freeze.
[i "I'm telling you, Minerva, the woman is going to inflict serious damage on the wellbeing of our students!"] Madam Pomfrey wasn't even trying to keep her voice down.
McGonnagal walked alongside her, looking serious as always. [i "It's only a matter of time before Hogwarts becomes another prison under her watch. All those decrees she's posting in the hall. I can't believe Dumbledore has not done something yet,"] she continued.
[i "I'm sure Albus has his reasons. All we can do is encourage the students to speak with us if things are unsafe for them,"] Minerva sighed.
Harry slowly edged to the door, being careful not to let his feet fall too loudly. In the safety of the hall, he broke into a sprint to get back to the Gryffindor Tower.
[b "She likely gave you the same threat that she had given me. I'm not mad Harry...And I should have guessed from how you were acting this morning when I found you... I also should have known from what Kingsley had sent..I just thought she wouldn't because we are students and those curses are unforgivable for a reason..."] She knew when felt guilty, espcially when he would not look at her. But she needed him to know that this has been her own fault and that he was NOT responsible for what had happened. The girl KNEW Unbridge was a monster and had provoked her.
But the girl didn't say anything more. Instead she let herself become lost to her thoughts. She was trying to think how best to keep Harry and their classmates out of trouble. It was definitely going to be tricky as the woman LOVED to punish them and in the worst possible ways too.
When they got back to the Gryffindor Tower, the common room was empty. Silent even with only the crackling of the fire. The girl would have been content to stay in the common room but knew they ran a risk of others finding out. So bed would be the best. [b "Sadly that is very true...So thank you..."] Hermione said quietly as Harry helped her up to the boys' dormitory. And soon he was helping her to lie down. A bit overbearing but she knew he cared.
[b "You know telling me not to worry never works...I always worry about you."] The girl said quietly as her dark gaze fell on him as she moved to sit up. Hermione knew what he had said but she didn't want him going alone either. This was her fault after all.
Harry couldn't quite meet her eyes. [b "The thing is that I knew what she was capable of, and I still didn't keep you and Ron safe from punishment. I was so desperate to keep it a secret that I didn't think about alerting the two of you to what she had up her sleeve."]
He wanted more than anything to take her to the hospital wing, but with her being so weak and injured, he wasn't about to further upset her by forcing her to see the healer unwillingly. Instead, he bit down on the inside of his cheek and kept his mouth shut.
Gryffindor Tower was mercifully empty. Everyone must have wandered down to dinner, leaving the common room silent other than the crackling fire. Still, he didn't want to risk someone coming back with Hermione just lying in agony on the couches. [b "You can lie in my bed while I go and sneak some pain relief potion. I'd help you to the girl's dorm, but I'm afraid the stairs will just send us sprawling back down."]
His bed was still unmade and he scurried to remove his pajamas from sight before helping her lie down. Harry knew he was likely being overbearing, but he stole pillows from Ron's bed as well, fluffing them up to make her as comfortable as he could.
Settling down to sit beside her, he brushed some loose hair from his forehead. [b "I'll be back as quickly as I can. And I'll have the cloak, so don't worry about me being caught. Try to stay still and rest."]
She did seem to have lost it slightly. The girl should have known that Harry would put off tryouts if it meant helping her. After all, when she had passed out in class thanks to Malfoy and even been cursed by the ferret Harry had been the one to help her. So this...she should have known would be no different. She just felt guilty in breaking her promise to watch and making him break his on being there. The girl though honestly could not find the words to argue with the boys. Neither of them would let her get a word in as it was.
Soon, Ron was off to find the twins and Harry had her arm around his shoulders and his own arm was around her waist. Hermione almost immediately did find herself leaning against him as they walked slowly back towards the common room. [b "It wasn't your fault...you have nothing to be sorry for.. She is just pure evil..how did you manage with this..?"] Her words were barely above a whisper as she spoke them. She honestly only wanted him to hear it.
When he asked about the hospital wing, the girl shook her head. [b "No...she...Umbridge will make things worse. She...she threatened that no one was to know."] But she would not tell the boy that the main reason she refused was because Umbridge had threatened him if she opened her mouth.
Harry did his best not to scoff out loud. [b "You've gone mad if you think I'm going to go to Quidditch tryouts instead of taking care of you."]
Ron nodded in agreement. [i "He's right, you shouldn't be left alone after something like that. As captain, Harry can appoint another teammate to run tryouts. Fred and George are already on the team, so they can run tryouts."]
It didn't take much to convince Harry. [b "See that? Weasleys to the rescue. Fred and George will stand in for me, and I'll take you up to the Common Room."]
As gently as he could, he maneuvered her arm around his shoulders and rested his own around her waist, so that she could lean against him. [b "Ron, best go find the twins. I'll get her settled."]
The redhead boy looked guilty about leaving, but did as he was instructed. Harry put all of his attention on Hermione, walking slowly with her so as to not agitate her pain further. [b "I'm so sorry, Hermione,"] he murmured. [b "I'm so fucking sorry."]
He should have protected her better. He should have stood up to Umbridge before she dragged Hermione off. He should have rushed to get Professor McGonnagal, to catch Umbridge in the act of using an Unforgiveable Curse on a student. He felt the pressure of blame resting on his chest, and that pesky voice in the back of his head taunting [i you should have been stronger for her].
[b "Are you sure you don't want to go right to the hospital wing?"] he asked.
It pained her to make her friends apologise and ti fall into what that devil woman wanted from them. But she would be damned to have them suffer like she did. Harry she now knew what he had been through and she did not want it for him again. And well Ron she just didn't want him to have to experience it. Her eyes were pained and full of an unspoken apology as she KNEW how painful giving into Umbridge had been.
The girl was trying to keep on her feet but very near fell again just as the woman turned away, dismissing them. The hag was not even fully gone when Harry rushed to her to help keep her on her feet. The words hit her ears but took a moment to register as her mind was still fogged from the curse and her body still feeling like it was in hell. But she did manage a weak shake of her head. [b "No...I'll be okay.. You two still have tryouts to do...If this is still hell after that...then I will see Madam Pomfrey."] Her words were quiet as she spoke them. As usual, she was trying to keep strong and not let her friends know how bad it really was.
Both boys felt sick to their stomachs as they watched Hermione limp painfully towards them behind Umbridge. Harry's eyes remained locked on her as the professor snapped at them, but he felt Ron's hand on his forearm, squeezing a warning.
He wanted to fight. He wanted to curse Umbridge into oblivion and see how she liked the feeling of the Cruciatus curse. He'd never felt such rage towards another human being before. Not even the Dursleys, in all the years of verbal abuse and smacks upside the head he'd endured, brought out this much anger in him.
[i "We're sorry, Professor,"] Ron grit through his teeth. [i "We'll stay better behaved. No more fighting."]
Her beady little eyes turned towards Harry. [i "Mr Potter?"]
He continued to stare past her at his best friend. He could see the pain in her eyes that she'd had to endure. He hated it. She didn't deserve any of it. But, he wasn't going to cause her more pain. She'd asked them to apologize to the Ministry witch, and he wasn't going to deny her anything. [b "My apologies, Professor Umbridge,"] he drawled in a monotonous tone similar to Snape's. [b "It won't happen again."]
Satisfied that she'd effectively broke them down, Umbridge stood straighter and nodded. [i "See to it that it doesn't. You're dismissed."]
Harry didn't even wait for her to be fully gone around the corner before he rushed forward to help Hermione stay standing. [b "I'm not even going to ask if you're alright, but do you need one of us to carry you? We can get you back to the common room and maybe sneak some pain relief potion from the hospital wing."]
The chill from the woman scared the girl as did that icy glare. No more did she look purely angry but there was an evil hidden in those piercing blue eyes of hers. It was like nothing she had felt or seen before. But she could not and would not show the woman fear. She refused to give that satisfaction.
[i "You should be scared, Miss Granger. Mr. Potter has already suffered this punishment. But if you are to apologise and promise to do as I say from now on and keep your mouth shut.. then I may be persauded to overlook all of your behaviour. But if you refuse, then I will have no choice but to teach you a lesson and hope you learn it."] The woman said, her eyes locking with the dark brown of the girl.
[b "I will not apologise for anything..i've not done anything wrong..all I have done is stood up for my best friend and also told you facts you clearly overlooked."] The girl muttered and soon found herself sat in a chair with her whole body seeming restrained. Before she could speak, the girl felt exscruisiating pain going through her. And it got worse and worse. She wanted to cry out, she really did but she couldn't. Her muscles and bones felt like they were on fire or even breaking. It was horrible and the pain was enough to blurr her vision with tears and to make her feel sick.
The pain only last a couple moments but seemed to last forever. When she was released, Hermione fell from the chair and was on her hands and knees. Her entire body was shaking and she could not help her tears or getting sick. Her muscles and joints still felt on fire and like she could not move. [i "I tried to give you the out. But you would not take it. Now I do hope you learned your lesson. If not, well there will be more of this. As I said, Mr.Potter has already been through this. And I suggest if you don't want him to again then you will keep your mouth shut. No one is to know."] The woman said with her sick smile, clearly enjoying the pain the girl was in as she had not moved.
There was so much she wanted to say. But she could not with the threat of Harry held over her head. It took her a few long moments before she wiped her lips and was even able to move. But when she was, the bushy haired girl got to her feet and moved slowly to the door and went back to the boys. The whole time she was fighting herself and collapsing so she leaned on the wall. Dark eyes locked specifically on Harry and she gave a faint nod. She meant she knew what had happened. And she also meant that she was still going to help with the student rebellion they had planned.
[i "Have the two of you had time to think about what you have done? Now perhaps if you apologise and agree to stay out of trouble I will overlook this here today. After all, it would be a pity to have to punish all of you."] The woman said, her voice back to its normal high and annoying pitch.
[b [i 'Say yes...the two of you don't need to go through that..']] Hermione mouthed from behind Umbridge where the woman could not see it.
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